QUICK FIC: Everyone Wants Harry Part 15: Pleasing Parvati (Harry Potter)

Harry could have stood there and watched Parvati fuck herself with that toy until she came; it didn’t look or sound like that was going to be too far off. But there had been too much teasing and too many moments of ‘almost’ between them, and he didn’t want to waste this one. He believed that she had intentionally left her door open a crack and moaned his name because she wanted him to hear her, and watch her. If he was right about that, he found it hard to imagine that she would want him to stop at watching her masturbate.

“If you want to be alone, I’ll be happy to close this door and leave you to it,” he said, just loud enough for her to hear. She stopped moving the toy inside of her, though she didn’t pull it out.

“Don’t you dare,” Parvati muttered. She opened her eyes and stared at him standing just outside of her room, poking his head around the corner. “About fucking time you showed up, Harry. You already turned down my last invitation to come in here. If you walk away from that door now and leave me in here all by myself again, I fucking swear…”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Harry said. He stepped into her bedroom and quietly closed the door behind him. “Sorry about last time.” He elected not to tell her that he absolutely would have taken her up on her offer to follow her back to her bedroom last time if not for her teasing inadvertently leading to him hooking up with Professor Sinistra on the parapet at the top of the Astronomy Tower. "But it sounded like you could use some help in here, so I’m happy to make it up to you however I can.”

“Lav says you’re a great fuck,” Parvati said. Harry, who wasn’t at all surprised that the gossipy Gryffindors would have discussed everything, just stood silent and watched her pull the sex toy out of her pussy. “But if you really want to make it up to me for last time, you could show me if you’re any good with your mouth.”

“I can definitely do that,” Harry said, staring at Parvati as she tossed the toy on the floor and spread her legs wide. “Should I lock and silence your door?”

“Don’t bother with that,” she said, reaching between her legs to rub her pussy while she waited for him. “I don’t care if everyone around can hear you eating me out.”

“Fine by me.” Harry walked across the room and dropped to his hands and knees in front of Parvati’s bed, staring up at her while she scooted her body toward him. She got close enough that her arse was hanging over the edge of the bed, and Harry could plainly see how wet she was. It wasn’t a surprise, of course. Before he’d announced his presence, she’d looked like she was no more than a minute or two away from getting herself off with that toy. Maybe she’d come back from that high point slightly during their brief conversation, but Harry could tell that she was still worked up enough that any hint of teasing her or taking this slowly would not be appreciated. Parvati was horny, and she was ready for him to devour her.

Harry hadn’t used his mouth on girls nearly as often as he’d fucked them, what with so many of the partners he’d had this term at Hogwarts thus far doing all they could to impress him with their sexual skills in hopes of being the witch who was offered the position of Lady Potter before the end of the school year. But that didn’t mean he lacked the skill to give Parvati what she needed from him. He’d gone down on Ginny several times over the summer, and he was confident that he had gotten pretty good at giving head by the end of their summer together. It was time to see if what he’d learned with his first love would carry over and serve him well now that his head was between Parvati’s legs instead.

She definitely liked his tongue running up and down her pussy lips, but it only took a few passes of his tongue for him to realize that Parvati appreciated firmer licks than he was used to giving. Harry listened to Parvati’s deep moans and paid attention to the way her hips flexed and bucked like she was trying to get even more from him. He’d known that teasing her or starting slowly was unnecessary, but Parvati still preferred more direct pressure than he'd ever given someone while going down on them. Harry adjusted to her wants and taught himself a new way of pleasuring a lover as he did, being rewarded for his firm licks by Parvati moaning his name, bucking against his face, and running her hand through his hair.

Knowing how well teasing a partner’s clit with his tongue had worked for him in the past, he tried giving Parvati more of the same. He moved to begin swirling his tongue in faster circles around her clit than he’d tried with anyone else. Parvati gasped and grabbed onto his head as he started to lick her clit, proving that he’d been right in thinking that this would be a good idea.

“Suck on my clit, Harry!” she gasped out suddenly. “Please, suck on it!”

In his experience, that would have been too much for anyone else he’d done this for. But Parvati was insistent, and he would accommodate her. He licked his lips, formed an O with them around her clit, and gently pulled it into his mouth. Having been taught how sensitive a woman’s clit was, he was careful in how he went about taking Parvati’s clit into his mouth and sucking on it. He kept his clit sucking gentle and complemented it with his tongue, giving it quick, firm flicks and paying close attention to how Parvati reacted. There was no need for him to wonder about how effective his first approach to clit sucking was working for her because Parvati was very, very loud in expressing how she felt.

“Harry!” she shouted, grabbing a fistful of his hair and giving it a tug. “Fuck, suck my clit! So fucking good!” Harry might have thought that she was playing up how good this felt for the benefit of anyone whose bedroom was close enough to hear her cries were it not for her physical reaction. She was tugging hard on his hair, and her hips were bucking against his face wildly. But the strongest and clearest sign of all that her pleasure was completely genuine was how hard she came. He’d made girls squirt before, usually at the end of a big, satisfying fuck. But his face had never gotten as drenched by a woman’s orgasm as Parvati coated him now. It was a massive orgasm, and even though he probably could have pulled his face away regardless of her hand tugging on his hair, he was happy to remain right where he was and let her squirt all over his face. He couldn’t think of a better way to make amends for failing to show up the first time Parvati invited him into her bedroom.