A True Slytherin Success (Draco/Pansy, Severus/Pansy, NC-17)
Title: A True Slytherin Success
Character(s): Draco, Pansy, Severus, Daphne, and Tracy
Pairing(s): Draco/Pansy, Severus/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Student/Teacher, voyeurism
Challenge(s): Common Room
Word count: 100 (x6)
Author's notes: I don't really write NC-17 very often, because I don't think I do it justice, but I think this came out all right.
The dark figure cast a silent disillusionment spell on himself as he melted deeper into the shadows of the Slytherin common room. He watched as the couple stumbled in, lips locked in a fierce battle of control. Hands roamed over clothed bodies.
He vaguely thought he should stop them, but couldn't help but watch in silence. It wasn't the first time he'd done this.
Pervert. His mind snarled at him. He ignored it.
The girl sank to her knees and eagerly opened the boy's trousers.
He opened his trousers and stroked his own member in time with the girl's movements.
It was late and the common room was blissfully empty but for the couple and their unknown watcher.
After a few minutes, the boy pulled the girl up and turned her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. He lifted her skirt up and stroked her bare arse almost lovingly.
"No knickers. Good. You listened," the boy said quickly, positioning himself at her entrance.
"Please, Draco!" the girl moaned, pushing herself back toward him.
Draco teased her for another minute, but finally couldn't seem to resist any longer. He plunged into the willing girl.
The Watcher nearly groaned.
It wasn't long before Draco found his release, his partner shivering in the aftershocks of her own climax.
The Watcher continued his long, measured strokes as he watched Draco and the girl stand and right themselves. They ended their rendezvous with a kiss, long and possessive.
"You go on up," the girl said softly. "I'm going to stay down here a while longer. Calm down a bit before facing the girls. You know they'll be full of questions."
Draco kissed her again. "I know. Good night."
Draco left and the girl turned to the shadows the Watcher was hiding in.
He held his breath as the girl sauntered toward him, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her blouse. Her shirt fell away, her bra and skirt soon following. She reached him and sank to her knees once more.
The Watcher's breath caught in his throat as this minx took over the motion of his hand with her mouth. She was doing wonderful things with her tongue and he let his head fall back against the cool, stone wall, a groan escaping his lips.
"Do you want me, Professor Snape?" the girl asked cheekily as she stood again. She smirked.
In a moment, Severus had the girl pinned between his warm body and the cold wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he plunged violently into her.
Her lips and teeth were trailing along his jaw as he pounded into her. She held onto him, grinning at the reckless abandon her professor was displaying.
"Oh yes! Fuck me, Professor!" she moaned into his ear.
He growled in response, his movements becoming slightly erratic as he struggled to maintain control.
She claimed his lips, their kiss as violent and explosive as their coupling. His fingers dug into her hips.
Ten minutes later, the girl finally felt the flush fall from her face. Without glancing at the shadows Professor Snape was still hiding in, she made her way to the staircase leading to her dormitory, a slight swing to her hips.
She closed the door behind her and quickly cast a silencing spell. She went to her bed and sat, counting down to the questions about to come.
“Was he there again?” Daphne asked from her own bed.
“Yes,” the girl answered, satisfaction obvious in her voice.
“What happened, Pansy?” Tracey asked eagerly. “Did you do it?”
“Yes.” She smirked.
Character(s): Draco, Pansy, Severus, Daphne, and Tracy
Pairing(s): Draco/Pansy, Severus/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Student/Teacher, voyeurism
Challenge(s): Common Room
Word count: 100 (x6)
Author's notes: I don't really write NC-17 very often, because I don't think I do it justice, but I think this came out all right.
The dark figure cast a silent disillusionment spell on himself as he melted deeper into the shadows of the Slytherin common room. He watched as the couple stumbled in, lips locked in a fierce battle of control. Hands roamed over clothed bodies.
He vaguely thought he should stop them, but couldn't help but watch in silence. It wasn't the first time he'd done this.
Pervert. His mind snarled at him. He ignored it.
The girl sank to her knees and eagerly opened the boy's trousers.
He opened his trousers and stroked his own member in time with the girl's movements.
It was late and the common room was blissfully empty but for the couple and their unknown watcher.
After a few minutes, the boy pulled the girl up and turned her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. He lifted her skirt up and stroked her bare arse almost lovingly.
"No knickers. Good. You listened," the boy said quickly, positioning himself at her entrance.
"Please, Draco!" the girl moaned, pushing herself back toward him.
Draco teased her for another minute, but finally couldn't seem to resist any longer. He plunged into the willing girl.
The Watcher nearly groaned.
It wasn't long before Draco found his release, his partner shivering in the aftershocks of her own climax.
The Watcher continued his long, measured strokes as he watched Draco and the girl stand and right themselves. They ended their rendezvous with a kiss, long and possessive.
"You go on up," the girl said softly. "I'm going to stay down here a while longer. Calm down a bit before facing the girls. You know they'll be full of questions."
Draco kissed her again. "I know. Good night."
Draco left and the girl turned to the shadows the Watcher was hiding in.
He held his breath as the girl sauntered toward him, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her blouse. Her shirt fell away, her bra and skirt soon following. She reached him and sank to her knees once more.
The Watcher's breath caught in his throat as this minx took over the motion of his hand with her mouth. She was doing wonderful things with her tongue and he let his head fall back against the cool, stone wall, a groan escaping his lips.
"Do you want me, Professor Snape?" the girl asked cheekily as she stood again. She smirked.
In a moment, Severus had the girl pinned between his warm body and the cold wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he plunged violently into her.
Her lips and teeth were trailing along his jaw as he pounded into her. She held onto him, grinning at the reckless abandon her professor was displaying.
"Oh yes! Fuck me, Professor!" she moaned into his ear.
He growled in response, his movements becoming slightly erratic as he struggled to maintain control.
She claimed his lips, their kiss as violent and explosive as their coupling. His fingers dug into her hips.
Ten minutes later, the girl finally felt the flush fall from her face. Without glancing at the shadows Professor Snape was still hiding in, she made her way to the staircase leading to her dormitory, a slight swing to her hips.
She closed the door behind her and quickly cast a silencing spell. She went to her bed and sat, counting down to the questions about to come.
“Was he there again?” Daphne asked from her own bed.
“Yes,” the girl answered, satisfaction obvious in her voice.
“What happened, Pansy?” Tracey asked eagerly. “Did you do it?”
“Yes.” She smirked.