Fic: 'Appraisal' HP/NT NC17
Title - Appraisal
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - ellie_kat89
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~2000
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Tonks
Warnings - Pegging, PWP
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - It's that time of year again...
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Pegging/Strap-On from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here.
For luvscharlie - hope you're feeling a-okay soon, baby! ♥
"Are you sure this is a necessary part of the appraisal process?"
Tonks laughed, swinging the harness easily from her fingers. She loved that look on Harry; nervous excitement mingled in with shamefaced lust. She loved spending times in stores and with books, finding new ways to get that expression on Harry's pretty face. It really, really suited him. "Would I lead you astray, Harry?"
"Quickly and willingly, Nymphodora."
Chuckling at the play on her name, Tonks drew her wand and locked the door to her office, throwing in a Silencing charm for good measure and exaggerating the arm movement needed for the spells to hide the fact she'd tripped over the edge of the carpet. She really needed to Floo Maintenance about her worn carpet; surely there was money in the budget to ensure the Deputy-Head Auror's office didn't look like a dive.
"In your office? Really?"
"Why not? We've done it in here a hundred times before," Tonks challenged softly, standing in front of Harry as he sat before her desk. Leaning back to perch on the edge of the mahogany masterpiece - dislodging a stack of parchment as she got settled - Tonks waited for an answer.
"I dunno, just... you know."
"I really don't, Auror Potter. Explain your reluctance to me." Tonks slipped easily into the game; it was one they had played a hundred times before. All of Harry's reports were hard earned, his merit based on his stellar performance as a trainee Auror. It was only in the games that Tonks fucked him every which way in return for credit. Except for once, when a jokey report she'd written for him, praising his excellent oral skills had almost ended up on Kingsley's desk. After that, there had been no more written reports.
"No reluctance, Auror Tonks. I just thought you'd want to refrain from losing control all over your pretty rug."
"Cocky brat," Tonks chided him softly, leaning forwards and hooking her fingers under his tie. Pulling him towards her, Tonks looked up at Harry and shook her head softly. "Such a mouth on you. Unless you show me some serious dedication right now, I'm going to have to think about expelling you from the program."
"Mmm, what kind of dedication would you like?"
A million ideas raced through Tonks' mind, but she stuck with her original plan. “Let's start by getting those clothes off."
Letting go of Harry so that he could step back and strip, Tonks quickly removed her own clothes, save for her bra and knickers. Stepping into the harness, having to take two clumsy goes to get her left leg through the straps, Tonks pulled the harness up and settled it around her body. The leather base fitted snugly around the curve of her body, the bullet vibrator pressing snugly against her clit. Holding the rubber shaft loosely, Tonks screwed up her face and concentrated on making her hair the same bright purple as the dildo.
Harry turned around, clothes neatly folded on the chair, and his mouth gaped open when he looked at her. His cock was already hard, jutting out from his body as he stood in front of her and waited for her to make the next move.
Folding her fingers up twice, beckoning Harry to her, Tonks wove her fingers into Harry's hair and guided him down onto his knees. He knew what to do; this wasn't the first strap-on she'd brought home. Or, to work. The other one was falling apart, it had seen that much use, but that dildo was short and thin, more of a training tool than a satisfying toy. The shaft here was long and thick, seven inches by almost five around, according to the packaging.
Using both hands to push Harry's hair off his face, Tonks realised all over again why he loved watching her go down on him. There was something about watching the shaft slide between his lips, coming out all slick and shiny, while his eyes never left hers, that made Tonks wet and aching. The sight was almost enough to make her change her plan, and drag him up and into her right here on the desk. Almost, but not quite.
Keeping her voice to a low purr, Tonks stroked her thumb over Harry's temple, under the arm of his glasses, as she spoke. "Does my cock taste good, Harry?"
He nodded, cheeks flushed with arousal. She could smell her own arousal from here, sweet and alluring, so it must be driving Harry wild. Pulling his head gently back, sliding the dildo free of his lips, Tonks asked, "Do you want my cock, Harry?"
"Yes." She quirked a brow, and he added, "Please, Tonks."
"Auror Tonks. Where shall I put my cock, then? Back in your mouth?"
Harry shook his head, leaning in again so that his lips trailed over the tip of the toy as he answered her. "Will you fuck my arse, Auror Tonks?"
"Very good communication skills, Harry. A definite pass in that area." Pushing away from the desk Tonks walked around it, settling in her chair and crooking a finger slowly. "Come here. That's it, good boy. Now turn around and place your hands on the desk."
Harry did as asked, and Tonks nudged his legs further apart with her foot, leaning down to open a desk drawer and pull out a tube of lubricant. Flipping up the cap and squeezing some out onto her fingers, Tonks gave Harry no warning, reaching forwards and pushing her forefinger into his arse. He grunted, pushing down against her, and Tonks rewarded him with a second finger. Working them in and out, twisting her hand as she coaxed Harry's muscles to relax for her, Tonks crooked her fingers and pushed the tips against the knot of nerves, making Harry cry out. "You like that, don't you?"
Harry's answer was a senseless grunt, and Tonks focussed on his prostate, working it shamelessly as she added a third finger and flexed them further. She could happily make him come just like this, bent over her desk and fucking her fingers.
"I want your cock."
And there was her Harry, whispering words he knew would get him exactly what he wanted. Never one to refuse such a delicious request, Tonks pulled her fingers free of Harry's arse and stroked the dildo roughly, squeezing extra lubricant onto the shaft and smearing it around quickly. "Keep one hand on the desk, and rest the other on the arm of my chair."
Harry's left hand snaked behind him, brushing over her fingers before he clamped it around the arm of her chair. Reaching forwards, Tonks curled her hand around Harry's waist, drawing him back and down as her other hand held the dildo steady. Guiding it into place against Harry's arse, Tonks gave Harry's waist a quick pull, and then let him set the pace, watching as his arse swallowed the dildo.
By the time Harry came to rest in her lap, his back was arched wildly, sweat beading down it as he moaned and groaned a litany of noises and swear words. The bullet vibrator was magically bound to the rubber shaft, vibrating at a low hum as Harry had eased onto the dildo and come to rest against her. "Obeying instructions, also stellar."
"Thank you," Harry chuckled breathlessly, wriggling in her lap as he got comfortable. Tonks could tell by the loosening of the muscles in his back that he was stretching to accommodate the toy, and she stroked her fingers along his spine, leaning forwards to press a kiss to the little dove he had tattooed under his right shoulder blade.
Harry's slow pace as he rose and fell in her lap meant the vibrator was working at a maddeningly slow rate, teasing Tonks more than anything else. Clamping her hands around Harry's hips, Tonks thrust her hips up into him sharply, loving the sudden flare of vibrations that the rough movement provoked. "Get up, lean over the desk. If you want to pass this module, you'll have to take it hard and fast."
Harry moved willingly, leaning over the desk and pushing his arse back against Tonks' body. She kept one hand on his hip and stretched the other up to his shoulder, anchoring herself and getting better leverage. Drawing her hips backwards, she thrust back in sharply, feeling Harry's whole body jolt forwards as he grunted.
"Fuck, harder."
"Harder? Like this?" Tonks pulled out and pushed the toy back in faster, thrusting into Harry roughly and making the vibrator buzz loud enough to be heard over their moans and speech. "Do you want me to ravage your arse, Potter? Make it mine?"
"Merlin, yes!"
Setting up a punishing rhythm, Tonks jerked her hips backwards and forwards getting settled into a punishing rhythm before she snaked her hand around Harry's body, leaving his hip in favour of finding his hard shaft. He felt hot and heavy in her hands, getting progressively stickier as pre-come leaked from his slit and Tonks smeared it around with her hand. She heard him say something, but the words were too garbled, caught too much on strains of pleasure for her to work out what he'd said. But a moment later, his cock twitched harder in her hand, and Tonks moved her fingers up to catch the ribbons of come.
Harry's orgasm made him clamp down around the dildo, which in turn sent the bullet vibrator into overdrive. Tonks' panties were soaking, clinging to her body as the vibrations made her tremble, finally pushing her over the edge into an orgasm that made her belly and limbs cramp. Tonks curled into the orgasm, riding it out as she slumped against Harry's back.
After a few minutes of blissful silence, Harry chuckled softly and spoke. "Fucking hell."
"Yeah."
"This thing is coming home with us, right?"
"Oh yeah. And I'm buying one for the office next time I'm in town." Tonks stood up, leaning on the desk until she was sure her legs would support her. Sliding the toy free of Harry, she muttered an all-purpose cleaning charm, cleaning the toy, Harry, and her desk in one fell swoop. "Go on, you'd better get dressed."
"Suppose. Though I don't feel much like doing paperwork now."
"Tough luck, it has to be done." Tonks watched Harry walking stiffly around to his clothes, and when his back was turned while he dressed, she quickly slipped off the strap-on and her knickers, pulling on her trousers and doing them up before Harry could turn around. Slipping her shirt back on, Tonks rounded the desk with her knickers in her hand, hidden behind her back.
Leaning up and pressing her lips against Harry's, Tonks enjoyed the tender kiss for a moment before she relinquished her naughty present, pressing her balled-up knickers into Harry's pocket. "But perhaps these will numb the pain of paperwork."
Harry slipped his fingers into his pocket, eyes widening as he discovered her parting gift. He leaned down for another kiss, which Tonks gladly accepted, parting with a brief peck to her nose. Pausing by the door, Harry turned around and grinned. "That was my best appraisal yet."
"Now I just have to fill in the forms!"
Harry grinned, slipping out of her office and clicking the door closed behind him. Sinking back into her desk chair, Tonks looked at the appraisal form that needed to be filled in. She could have a little bit of fun with her first copy. After all, she wouldn't make the mistake of submitting her draft copy to Kingsley a second time... hopefully.
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - ellie_kat89
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~2000
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Tonks
Warnings - Pegging, PWP
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - It's that time of year again...
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Pegging/Strap-On from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here.
For luvscharlie - hope you're feeling a-okay soon, baby! ♥
"Are you sure this is a necessary part of the appraisal process?"
Tonks laughed, swinging the harness easily from her fingers. She loved that look on Harry; nervous excitement mingled in with shamefaced lust. She loved spending times in stores and with books, finding new ways to get that expression on Harry's pretty face. It really, really suited him. "Would I lead you astray, Harry?"
"Quickly and willingly, Nymphodora."
Chuckling at the play on her name, Tonks drew her wand and locked the door to her office, throwing in a Silencing charm for good measure and exaggerating the arm movement needed for the spells to hide the fact she'd tripped over the edge of the carpet. She really needed to Floo Maintenance about her worn carpet; surely there was money in the budget to ensure the Deputy-Head Auror's office didn't look like a dive.
"In your office? Really?"
"Why not? We've done it in here a hundred times before," Tonks challenged softly, standing in front of Harry as he sat before her desk. Leaning back to perch on the edge of the mahogany masterpiece - dislodging a stack of parchment as she got settled - Tonks waited for an answer.
"I dunno, just... you know."
"I really don't, Auror Potter. Explain your reluctance to me." Tonks slipped easily into the game; it was one they had played a hundred times before. All of Harry's reports were hard earned, his merit based on his stellar performance as a trainee Auror. It was only in the games that Tonks fucked him every which way in return for credit. Except for once, when a jokey report she'd written for him, praising his excellent oral skills had almost ended up on Kingsley's desk. After that, there had been no more written reports.
"No reluctance, Auror Tonks. I just thought you'd want to refrain from losing control all over your pretty rug."
"Cocky brat," Tonks chided him softly, leaning forwards and hooking her fingers under his tie. Pulling him towards her, Tonks looked up at Harry and shook her head softly. "Such a mouth on you. Unless you show me some serious dedication right now, I'm going to have to think about expelling you from the program."
"Mmm, what kind of dedication would you like?"
A million ideas raced through Tonks' mind, but she stuck with her original plan. “Let's start by getting those clothes off."
Letting go of Harry so that he could step back and strip, Tonks quickly removed her own clothes, save for her bra and knickers. Stepping into the harness, having to take two clumsy goes to get her left leg through the straps, Tonks pulled the harness up and settled it around her body. The leather base fitted snugly around the curve of her body, the bullet vibrator pressing snugly against her clit. Holding the rubber shaft loosely, Tonks screwed up her face and concentrated on making her hair the same bright purple as the dildo.
Harry turned around, clothes neatly folded on the chair, and his mouth gaped open when he looked at her. His cock was already hard, jutting out from his body as he stood in front of her and waited for her to make the next move.
Folding her fingers up twice, beckoning Harry to her, Tonks wove her fingers into Harry's hair and guided him down onto his knees. He knew what to do; this wasn't the first strap-on she'd brought home. Or, to work. The other one was falling apart, it had seen that much use, but that dildo was short and thin, more of a training tool than a satisfying toy. The shaft here was long and thick, seven inches by almost five around, according to the packaging.
Using both hands to push Harry's hair off his face, Tonks realised all over again why he loved watching her go down on him. There was something about watching the shaft slide between his lips, coming out all slick and shiny, while his eyes never left hers, that made Tonks wet and aching. The sight was almost enough to make her change her plan, and drag him up and into her right here on the desk. Almost, but not quite.
Keeping her voice to a low purr, Tonks stroked her thumb over Harry's temple, under the arm of his glasses, as she spoke. "Does my cock taste good, Harry?"
He nodded, cheeks flushed with arousal. She could smell her own arousal from here, sweet and alluring, so it must be driving Harry wild. Pulling his head gently back, sliding the dildo free of his lips, Tonks asked, "Do you want my cock, Harry?"
"Yes." She quirked a brow, and he added, "Please, Tonks."
"Auror Tonks. Where shall I put my cock, then? Back in your mouth?"
Harry shook his head, leaning in again so that his lips trailed over the tip of the toy as he answered her. "Will you fuck my arse, Auror Tonks?"
"Very good communication skills, Harry. A definite pass in that area." Pushing away from the desk Tonks walked around it, settling in her chair and crooking a finger slowly. "Come here. That's it, good boy. Now turn around and place your hands on the desk."
Harry did as asked, and Tonks nudged his legs further apart with her foot, leaning down to open a desk drawer and pull out a tube of lubricant. Flipping up the cap and squeezing some out onto her fingers, Tonks gave Harry no warning, reaching forwards and pushing her forefinger into his arse. He grunted, pushing down against her, and Tonks rewarded him with a second finger. Working them in and out, twisting her hand as she coaxed Harry's muscles to relax for her, Tonks crooked her fingers and pushed the tips against the knot of nerves, making Harry cry out. "You like that, don't you?"
Harry's answer was a senseless grunt, and Tonks focussed on his prostate, working it shamelessly as she added a third finger and flexed them further. She could happily make him come just like this, bent over her desk and fucking her fingers.
"I want your cock."
And there was her Harry, whispering words he knew would get him exactly what he wanted. Never one to refuse such a delicious request, Tonks pulled her fingers free of Harry's arse and stroked the dildo roughly, squeezing extra lubricant onto the shaft and smearing it around quickly. "Keep one hand on the desk, and rest the other on the arm of my chair."
Harry's left hand snaked behind him, brushing over her fingers before he clamped it around the arm of her chair. Reaching forwards, Tonks curled her hand around Harry's waist, drawing him back and down as her other hand held the dildo steady. Guiding it into place against Harry's arse, Tonks gave Harry's waist a quick pull, and then let him set the pace, watching as his arse swallowed the dildo.
By the time Harry came to rest in her lap, his back was arched wildly, sweat beading down it as he moaned and groaned a litany of noises and swear words. The bullet vibrator was magically bound to the rubber shaft, vibrating at a low hum as Harry had eased onto the dildo and come to rest against her. "Obeying instructions, also stellar."
"Thank you," Harry chuckled breathlessly, wriggling in her lap as he got comfortable. Tonks could tell by the loosening of the muscles in his back that he was stretching to accommodate the toy, and she stroked her fingers along his spine, leaning forwards to press a kiss to the little dove he had tattooed under his right shoulder blade.
Harry's slow pace as he rose and fell in her lap meant the vibrator was working at a maddeningly slow rate, teasing Tonks more than anything else. Clamping her hands around Harry's hips, Tonks thrust her hips up into him sharply, loving the sudden flare of vibrations that the rough movement provoked. "Get up, lean over the desk. If you want to pass this module, you'll have to take it hard and fast."
Harry moved willingly, leaning over the desk and pushing his arse back against Tonks' body. She kept one hand on his hip and stretched the other up to his shoulder, anchoring herself and getting better leverage. Drawing her hips backwards, she thrust back in sharply, feeling Harry's whole body jolt forwards as he grunted.
"Fuck, harder."
"Harder? Like this?" Tonks pulled out and pushed the toy back in faster, thrusting into Harry roughly and making the vibrator buzz loud enough to be heard over their moans and speech. "Do you want me to ravage your arse, Potter? Make it mine?"
"Merlin, yes!"
Setting up a punishing rhythm, Tonks jerked her hips backwards and forwards getting settled into a punishing rhythm before she snaked her hand around Harry's body, leaving his hip in favour of finding his hard shaft. He felt hot and heavy in her hands, getting progressively stickier as pre-come leaked from his slit and Tonks smeared it around with her hand. She heard him say something, but the words were too garbled, caught too much on strains of pleasure for her to work out what he'd said. But a moment later, his cock twitched harder in her hand, and Tonks moved her fingers up to catch the ribbons of come.
Harry's orgasm made him clamp down around the dildo, which in turn sent the bullet vibrator into overdrive. Tonks' panties were soaking, clinging to her body as the vibrations made her tremble, finally pushing her over the edge into an orgasm that made her belly and limbs cramp. Tonks curled into the orgasm, riding it out as she slumped against Harry's back.
After a few minutes of blissful silence, Harry chuckled softly and spoke. "Fucking hell."
"Yeah."
"This thing is coming home with us, right?"
"Oh yeah. And I'm buying one for the office next time I'm in town." Tonks stood up, leaning on the desk until she was sure her legs would support her. Sliding the toy free of Harry, she muttered an all-purpose cleaning charm, cleaning the toy, Harry, and her desk in one fell swoop. "Go on, you'd better get dressed."
"Suppose. Though I don't feel much like doing paperwork now."
"Tough luck, it has to be done." Tonks watched Harry walking stiffly around to his clothes, and when his back was turned while he dressed, she quickly slipped off the strap-on and her knickers, pulling on her trousers and doing them up before Harry could turn around. Slipping her shirt back on, Tonks rounded the desk with her knickers in her hand, hidden behind her back.
Leaning up and pressing her lips against Harry's, Tonks enjoyed the tender kiss for a moment before she relinquished her naughty present, pressing her balled-up knickers into Harry's pocket. "But perhaps these will numb the pain of paperwork."
Harry slipped his fingers into his pocket, eyes widening as he discovered her parting gift. He leaned down for another kiss, which Tonks gladly accepted, parting with a brief peck to her nose. Pausing by the door, Harry turned around and grinned. "That was my best appraisal yet."
"Now I just have to fill in the forms!"
Harry grinned, slipping out of her office and clicking the door closed behind him. Sinking back into her desk chair, Tonks looked at the appraisal form that needed to be filled in. She could have a little bit of fun with her first copy. After all, she wouldn't make the mistake of submitting her draft copy to Kingsley a second time... hopefully.