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Made For Sin [Pansy Parkinson x Balise Zabini] - Prompt Winner
🕑 Added 2024-01-26 09:34:43 +0000 UTCSynopsis: Pansy believed Draco was the perfect match for her. Their families were pure, and their fame was comparable. But when again and again, she only found herself sidelined and demeaned, she found a better match.
One who not only cared for her feelings but also her body.
By Ms.Squirtle
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The Quidditch pitch resonated with the exhilarating sound of broomsticks zipping through the air. Pansy Parkinson was perched on the chilly bleachers, captivated by the Slytherin Quidditch team's lively training session. She clapped and cheered for her housemates, her Slytherin pride evident in every gesture.
As the training concluded, the players descended from the sky, landing gracefully on the ground. Pansy eagerly waited for Draco Malfoy, her eyes lighting up as he descended.
Draco landed with the grace befitting a Seeker, but instead of a warm greeting, he shot Pansy a condescending glance. His stress from the secrets in his family and training session seemed to manifest in a snide remark directed at Pansy. His words, dripping with sarcasm, stung like a hex.
"Oh, look who's always lurking around like a shadow," Draco sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Can't you find someone else to annoy, Parkinson?"
He walked away without sparing her another glance.
Pansy's smile faltered and hurt flashed across her eyes. Draco's comment stung more than she would ever admit. She had always believed that their shared Slytherin heritage and family bloodline made them a perfect match. Draco's harsh words struck her like a curse, leaving her devastated.
Blaise, witnessing the exchange, muttered, “Don’t mind it.”
Pansy, however, was not in the mood for sympathy. Her usual harsh demeanor intensified as she glared at Blaise. "Save your words for someone who cares," she retorted before stomping away.
Blaise simply shrugged, eyeing her receding back with a slight glint in his eyes.
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On a weekend trip to Hogsmeade, Pansy mustered the courage to invite Draco to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, hoping for a chance. However, Draco's reaction was far from what she expected.
"Madam Puddifoot's? Really, Parkinson?" Draco scoffed. "Do I look like I'm interested in a cheesy date spot like that?" he scoffed, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.
Pansy's heart sank as Draco's words stung deeper than before. Feeling rejected and heartbroken, she decided to escape to Hog's Head Inn, where a tavern on the lower floor offered refuge; a far quieter place than the Three Broomsticks Inn.
Unbeknownst to her, Blaise had been watching from the window of Spintwitches Sporting Needs and, concerned for Pansy, decided to follow her.
In the dimly lit interior of the Hog's Head tavern, Pansy found a secluded corner and took a seat. Blaise quietly entered and sat across from her. Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, they understood the unspoken pain lingering in the air.
After ordering some Mulled Mead, the atmosphere between them softened. The warmth of the drink began to seep into their souls, creating a cocoon of comfort. Pansy, feeling a slight buzz, poured her heart out; Her frustration and anger bubbling to the surface. "I've been nothing but good to Draco. Why does he treat me like I'm beneath him?"
Blaise listened attentively, his calm and collected demeanor providing a contrast to Pansy's emotional outburst. When she finally paused, he spoke gently, "You deserve someone better.”
Pansy looked at Blaise, her eyes searching for sincerity. "And who might that someone be?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
“Someone who’s not a daddy’s boy,” Blaise chuckled with a smirk on his lips.
Pansy also giggled at the mention, knowing how Draco was hell-bent on making his father proud.
As they continued to drink, Blaise simply listened to Pansy’s frustrated rambling, ignored by the shady people around them as nosing into people’s business in that tavern was something no one wanted to do.
As Pansy wanted to hold up her hand to order yet another drink, Blaise suddenly grabbed her hand, stopping her. Their gazes locked on one another as Pansy realized the heavy look in his heated eyes. She smirked, knowingly.
“It’s kind of cold here,” she whispered.
“Let’s warm up,” Blaise offered with the corner of his lips lifted.
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Bam!
They slammed the door of the inn’s room behind them. Pansy heavily panted into their hot kiss as her hands caressed his neck and shoulders wildly. Blaise leaned into her, forcing her against the door as he brushed off the winter jacket from her shoulders.
Pansy also took his jacket off, still kissing him with her tongue swirling in his mouth, biting his lip, and caressing his tongue. Her hands were nimble as they caught his shirt and, with a slight break for air, pulled it off his body. She could feel his hands tugging on her blouse, trying to dive in, and touch her skin. She pulled on his belt and unzipped his pants.
She pushed him further back, step by step, deeper into their kiss, and finally made him sit down on the dingy queen-size bed with his zipper open. His eagerness already peeking out from the ban of his underwear.
Blaise’s body jolted as he was forced to sit down, eyeing her standing before him.
"You're a terrible kisser," she taunted, but her smile said otherwise. She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her disheveled white blouse and black skirt, exposing her black lacy underwear. She had perfectly smooth curves, luxurious mounds to die for, lustful legs, and delicately small white feet.
Blaise licked and bit his lower lip, his obsidian abs knotted at the sight; his thirst building up as was his manhood.
“You know this is a very bad thing…” She uttered, her face red from the buzz of the alcohol. The words made to reprimand carried a hint of playfulness, titillating Balise’s hunger.
“You have a body made for bad things,” he smirked and pulled her closer to him. He made her stand between his legs as he started kissing her smooth, alabaster belly with light pecks. His hands slid up from her soft curves to her back, pulling off the clasps of her bra.
As the straps of her bra got loose, Pansy threw her head back in giggles of delight, feeling the tickles of his lips and tongue trailing up to her perky mounds. She caressed his head, sensually enjoying his touch, while his hands traced back down to her lacy, sexy panties.
He hooked both sides of her underwear, pulling them down slowly as the tip of his fingers brushed against her skin. Crawling down her hips to her cushiony thighs, all the way down to her knees, then letting them fall off her cute, dainty feet.
She widened her legs, slowly sitting down on his lap as her hands held his shoulders for support. “Then let’s not play nice.”
As she slowly moved down, he widened his tongue to trace a long line of saliva, from her belly, licking between her gentle hills, and up to her neck. They ended up kissing once more, deeper and wildly.
Pansy pushed him back again, causing him to fall back on the bed. She grinded her body onto him, as if she wanted them to meld into one. Both his hands kneaded the soft, curving flesh of her ass with harsh force; pinching and thrilling her with a bit of pain.
As their tongues intertwined, she caressed his head with one hand while the other had her nails scraped against his abs, down to his pelvis, clearly looking for something more. It slipped under the loose ban of his pants and into his underwear, getting a hold of the hardness of his arousal.
Her fingers moved like an expert, brushing against the rim of his crown, milking with harsh movements of passion and hunger. He could feel his throbbing member twitching, straining to be freed.
“Ah!” Pansy yelped a little as Blaise suddenly turned their bodies on the bed.
“My turn,” Blaise whispered mischievously into her ear as one of his hands cupped her bare mound and massaged with his fingers, flicking and pinching. The other trailed down lower, sliding down her belly, and brushed against her pelvis. His feet kicking his own loose pants off his legs, and down to the side of the bed.
“Ummh…” Pansy moaned at his touch, shivering with her eyes closed and panting with hot breaths of ecstasy.
Blaise placed his knees between her legs, slowly parting each one to his left and right, giving his fingers unrestricted entry. His lips got hold of her hardened nipple, swishing it around with his tongue as he suckled on her.
“Oh!” Pansy cried out in sudden pleasure when his finger flicked her swollen clitoris, slowly bringing it down to her moist hole. His finger gently entered her, soaking it with her sweltering juices as he ground his erect cock on her smooth thigh.
Blaise kept nibbling on her nipple, causing her to tremble and arc her belly up. He pulled his finger out, smearing the nectar of her loins all over her petals and clitoris, causing Pansy to moan a little more, then pushed in two fingers, deep into her sheath.
Pansy couldn’t hold in her agonizing cries. She felt so full, so warm and nice that she almost forgot it was only his rough fingers. Before she could protest, he moved them in and out at a steady pace, overtaking her mind and leaving her moaning continuously.
Fuck… just fuck me already! She thought as she let her head fall back in pleasure; His warm, slithering tongue drawing circles around her nipple. He caressed her tips and mounds, while the fingers pumping into her slowly picked up the pace.
She reached out to grab his hand, but the muscles of his arms weren’t something she could easily push away.
Blaise’s nibbles suddenly stopped as he lifted his head to look straight into her eyes.
“Ah… Blaise… Sta-ahh... Stop. Just fuc–fuck me already…” She breathlessly whimpered.
“No,” he answered calmly. “I want to see you squirm because of me.”
His fingers moved even faster, squelching and churning her insides. His fingertips stroked her deepest walls, caressing her warm walls every which way. His thumb caressed her swollen kernel, flicking and teasing with nudges.
Her belly undulated, arching up every time he touched her most sensitive spots. Her cloud-soft mounds pressed against his muscled, broad chest.
Pansy challenged him with her sharp gaze when she noticed his gaze lingered on her face, capturing every expression she made. However, she couldn’t deny the pleasurable feeling that came from his hands, causing her body to tighten up and her toes to curl. Her hand scratched the length of his arm, subtly asking him to go even deeper.
“Ah! Ahhhh!” Pansy cried out in pleasure, as her last wall of restraint broke down. Her heartbeat ran like a roller coaster as her nectar burst out onto his hand. His fingers were soaked wet, causing the squelching sounds to grow louder and louder.
Blaise had a wide grin on his face, looking at the way her expression distorted from struggling to ecstasy, from soft pale to blushing crimson.
Slap! Slap!
Pansy, having had a moment to breathe in a calming breath, got angry and weakly slapped Blaise’s chest, annoyed that he had toyed and did whatever he wanted with his fingers. It made her feel embarrassed, being looked at like that.
Balise caught her hand, still looking like he was proud of what he had done.
“I told you to just do it already!” She muttered in annoyance.
Blaise suddenly pulled her up to face the wall, her knees on the bed, but her hands restrained behind her. He eased his big, girthy cock between her legs as he also kneeled behind her, and caressed her soaking petals with his length in slow thrusting movements.
Pansy shivered from the bumps and grooves teasing her entrance, and clenched her fists.
“Do this?” Blaise asked, whispering and licking her ear from behind.
“I thought you only wanted his cock…” He continued as he aimed to let his swollen head peak between her petals, “In here.”
“Ummmhh… I’m not… That dumb,” Pansy mewed back melodically as she lowered her hips a little, letting him in some more.
“Really?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she continued with heavy breaths.
Balise chuckled as he eased in some more, stretching her walls with his thick black pole. He let go of her hands, moving to grab her plump ass cheeks, aiming to show her some slow and agonizing pleasure.
“Ohh... Yes. Yess... that’s it!” her ass started to sway, her hips wigging for more. She backed her gelatinous ass onto his pelvis, fully engulfing him in her massaging walls. With her hands on the wall, she pushed even further back onto his cock, so deep it nearly touched his base.
Blaise could see everything as he kept kneading her pale bottom. The way her lower lips parted for him, throbbing and gulping down every inch, drenching him thoroughly with her nectar. He pulled back gently, and thrusted up into her every so slowly, enjoying the view of her gaping hole, sucking him in. He guided his cock without hurrying, inch by incredible inch.
“Ohhh faster! Fucke me harder!” Pansy cried out, almost begging for him as she started to move her hips back and forth. Wanting his thick, molten member to stretch her even more.
Blaise suddenly grabbed her jaw from behind, trying not to choke her neck, while his other hand pulled her body up by her chest; grabbing a handful of her mound. His large cock stood straight inside her, as his chest was pressed against her back. His thumb on her jaw traced her lower lip, smearing her lip gloss all over her blushing cheek.
“Such a slut,” he teased in her ear as his cock thrust up faster and faster.
“Ahhh! Yess!” Pansy’s body almost jolted with each heavy thrust. She threw her arms back, pulling and clawing at his neck to lick and kiss her own.
Blaise moved both his hands to her perky mounds and pinched her nipples. Her hills jiggled about in Balise’s hands as he only clamped onto both nipples tightly with his fingers, letting her own movement tug and pinch her nipples as her flesh swayed.
“Oh, oh, Merlin!” She started jumping on her knees, fucking herself even faster as his cock struck deep into her soaking walls. Her ass collided with his pelvis, slapping them red.
Blaise kept thrusting up with a frenzy, looking for that last bit of pleasure that would send them both over the edge. He bit into her pale neck, leaving his mark on her body.
Every noise Pansy let out was stubborn and fierce, demanding pleasure. She threw herself back, sticking to his chest even more. Her drunken heaves of pleasure were all she was really capable of in this state, every noise an expression of craving and forceful insistence to keep going faster and harder, deeper and harsher.
What Blaise craved most was response and obedience, and he got both as he pushed her back down with her hands on the wall.
He backed up a little, and thrusted into her savagely, causing Pansy to yelp and moan. “Ah! Ah! Ahhh!”
Smack! He slapped her ass, leaving a red handprint.
Smack!
Smack!
He kept going as he pumped, shoving his raging cock deep into her hot pussy.
Pansy didn’t complain. Her hands on the wall clenched, trying hard not to come first. But then her control broke as she felt one of Blaise's fingers start to press on her puckered hole. His other hand came from behind and pinched her clitoris.
“Ooohh! Fuck! Fuuuc…” She cried out as she felt his slithering wet thumb enter her backdoor, filling her up. With both fuck holes being stretched and poked; her swollen nub pinched and prodded, she could only grit her teeth, losing all sense.
Blaise plowed through, his thumb inside her ass while his cock invaded her pussy. He could feel the tight pressure intensifying. His hips slowed down, but his thrusts went in hard and deep, firmly smacking against her skin, his cock reaching the last of her walls.
Pansy erupted in dazzling undulations, lost in the intolerable pleasure. Ripples of ecstasy flooded through her, as a burst of her lava drowned his girth inside. That intense and stifling sensation began to claim her again as her muscles clenched hard.
She peaked in pleasure, bringing him with her.
“Gahh…” With a harsh groan, Blaise abandoned himself to pleasure, letting his embalming injection spill into her as his last slamming thrusts of climax mixed their juices together. He plugged her hole so deep that none of it could slip out.
Blaise finally took a deep breath as he also supported his body on the wall, leaning over her withering body. He slowly pulled out, feeling the last spasms of her abused pussy throb around his slowly relaxing cock. Their sticky nectar finally spilled, dripping out of her twitching pussy.
Pansy lowered her body onto the bed, panting and exhausted, closing her eyes to rest on her stomach.
Blaise dropped to the side, taking in gulps of air to steady his thumping heart. He leaned over and saw her satisfied sleeping face. As he eased his head onto the pillow, he noticed she moved her head to his chest, nuzzling comfortably on his bare skin.
Locked in the aftermath of these sinful pleasures, Blaise lay there breathless, feeling Pansy’s weight on his body.
“Should I thank you for the warmth…?” She whispered mischievously.
"Yeah, thank me," he said. It was a bold, brash expression, but they both knew he was just pulling her leg.
“You think this will make me like you?” she pretended to be annoyed by his words, pinching the side of his waist.
Balise winched, but confidently replied, “If you like me, like me. If you don’t, then that’s your loss.”
“Who said I hated you?” She added as she pecked her lips on his well-defined umber abs. She kept licking down as her body crawled lower and lower on his.
“Slut…” He muttered.
“Man whore…” She replied between kisses.
And the little mischief continued.
