Jealousy - Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter - PART II
Title: Jealousy: PART II
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter (established Harry/Ginny, Draco/Pansy)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Actually, yes, I am JK Rowling and I'm wasting my time posting fics on the internet. *guh* No, I lied. Really. Apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have currently taken up board inside my brain...I do not own them. Only the sordid little affairs they partake in. Even then, I don't own them completely. Holy dooly, this is making me quite depressed.
Summary: Draco is slightly distracted...
Set: Seventh Year, Slytherin Captain's Private Room
Beta: rurounihime
Authors Notes: Hey y'all! Sorry, I've been on holidays the last week so I haven't been able to post the next part. Yes, it's still just as short as the last one (Jealousy: PART I) There is a warning on this one though...HET SEX *collective gasp*, but! It's the kind of het!sex us slashers like, because...
Jealousy: PART I
PART II
Draco’s body was positioned just over Pansy’s, her hair was spread out messily above her head and her eyes closed.
“God, yes,” murmured Draco as his hips rocked slowly. His long fingers were gripping Pansy’s thighs, digging into the curves there. Before him, Pansy moaned slightly, her back arching just a little into him. Her soft breasts rising and falling with each of Draco’s thrusts, her lips parted and a sliver of pink tongue showing. Draco’s eyes took in the generous feminine swell of her thighs and the way he slipped so easily into the space between her legs. He shut his eyes. He didn’t want to think about Pansy. He didn’t want to think about anything. All he wanted to do was get off. And quickly.
He began to move faster.
His eyes were still tightly shut and he didn’t see or hear Pansy give a resigned sigh. His hips began to drive more fiercely. His fingers moved from the soft tops of her thighs to the bones of her hips. A small smile graced his lips.
Hardness. He wanted to feel hardness beneath his fingers. He wanted to feel the toned, solid body of a Quidditch player. The flat planes of well-defined abs. He wanted to feel resistance around his cock as he moved. He wanted to feel a boy beneath him. A boy who wanted to be ravished. Someone to fight back. He wanted to feel as though he had to fight for control.
He wanted to feel Harry Potter.
And with a shuddering gasp Draco came. His hair flipped forward as he slumped down, riding out the spasms echoing through his body. He breathed deeply and slowly withdrew. Pansy let out a small whimper that Draco ignored. Running a hand through his hair, he disappeared into the bathrooms.
Sitting down on the toilet, he buried his face in his hands. He’d done it again. He pressed his fingers against his eyes until pinpricks of light dotted the darkness. He stood up and sighed. He looked in the mirror and his reflection stared back. Naked. He ran his hands over his chest and down his stomach. This wasn’t an act of over exuberant self inflation…it was just…why couldn’t Pansy feel like that?
~~~
Author's Notes: OH GOD WHAT DID YOU THINK? Because I've been away and haven't posted as quickly as I had hoped, the next part will be posted as soon as this afternoon or tomorrow. OH EM GEE. I haven't written het sex in so long, did it work?
Jess
Nexxxxxxxt: Jealousy: PART III
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter (established Harry/Ginny, Draco/Pansy)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Actually, yes, I am JK Rowling and I'm wasting my time posting fics on the internet. *guh* No, I lied. Really. Apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have currently taken up board inside my brain...I do not own them. Only the sordid little affairs they partake in. Even then, I don't own them completely. Holy dooly, this is making me quite depressed.
Summary: Draco is slightly distracted...
Set: Seventh Year, Slytherin Captain's Private Room
Beta: rurounihime
Authors Notes: Hey y'all! Sorry, I've been on holidays the last week so I haven't been able to post the next part. Yes, it's still just as short as the last one (Jealousy: PART I) There is a warning on this one though...HET SEX *collective gasp*, but! It's the kind of het!sex us slashers like, because...
Jealousy: PART I
PART II
Draco’s body was positioned just over Pansy’s, her hair was spread out messily above her head and her eyes closed.
“God, yes,” murmured Draco as his hips rocked slowly. His long fingers were gripping Pansy’s thighs, digging into the curves there. Before him, Pansy moaned slightly, her back arching just a little into him. Her soft breasts rising and falling with each of Draco’s thrusts, her lips parted and a sliver of pink tongue showing. Draco’s eyes took in the generous feminine swell of her thighs and the way he slipped so easily into the space between her legs. He shut his eyes. He didn’t want to think about Pansy. He didn’t want to think about anything. All he wanted to do was get off. And quickly.
He began to move faster.
His eyes were still tightly shut and he didn’t see or hear Pansy give a resigned sigh. His hips began to drive more fiercely. His fingers moved from the soft tops of her thighs to the bones of her hips. A small smile graced his lips.
Hardness. He wanted to feel hardness beneath his fingers. He wanted to feel the toned, solid body of a Quidditch player. The flat planes of well-defined abs. He wanted to feel resistance around his cock as he moved. He wanted to feel a boy beneath him. A boy who wanted to be ravished. Someone to fight back. He wanted to feel as though he had to fight for control.
He wanted to feel Harry Potter.
And with a shuddering gasp Draco came. His hair flipped forward as he slumped down, riding out the spasms echoing through his body. He breathed deeply and slowly withdrew. Pansy let out a small whimper that Draco ignored. Running a hand through his hair, he disappeared into the bathrooms.
Sitting down on the toilet, he buried his face in his hands. He’d done it again. He pressed his fingers against his eyes until pinpricks of light dotted the darkness. He stood up and sighed. He looked in the mirror and his reflection stared back. Naked. He ran his hands over his chest and down his stomach. This wasn’t an act of over exuberant self inflation…it was just…why couldn’t Pansy feel like that?
~~~
Author's Notes: OH GOD WHAT DID YOU THINK? Because I've been away and haven't posted as quickly as I had hoped, the next part will be posted as soon as this afternoon or tomorrow. OH EM GEE. I haven't written het sex in so long, did it work?
Jess
Nexxxxxxxt: Jealousy: PART III