Tags: smut, quiet sex, nothing really special I think.
Summary: The Burrow is annoyingly hot during the summer break, and Percy finds a way to pass the time and somewhat forget about the heat for a bit. Only issue is, the house is also packed full of people.
Wc: ~1.8k
Author's note: Going into the new year with some Percy smut. Wouldn't want it any other way. There's not really much to say other than enjoy!!
It was a warm, summer day at the Burrow. The house was already packed with everyone home, but with the Quidditch world cup coming up, there were even extra guests. Ron had Harry and Hermione over, while Percy had his ‘new’ and ‘mysterious’ girlfriend over. Their relationship wasn't new nor was she mysterious, but clearly Percy having a girlfriend was mysterious enough to his siblings.
Currently, most of the siblings were sitting in the garden and stressing over summer homework. Ron and Harry slumped over the table as Hermione tried to explain the difference between Merpeople across the world. Fred and George alternated between writing their Charms essay and tossing increasingly larger objects at the back of Ron's head.
“Have any of you seen Percy? He was going to help me with this potions assignment.” Ginny stood in the doorway, holding a scroll.
“Not a clue.” Ron shrugs, resting his chin on his arms.
“Probably in his room.” Fred grins. “With his girlfriend.”
“Being all gross and passionate.” George adds, throwing an eraser and watching the graceful arch it makes through the air before hitting Ron's head.
“Great…” Ginny groans while Fred and George make gross smooching sounds.
“You're all so dramatic. Just because they're dating, doesn't mean they spend all day snogging.” Hermione tries to defend. “Doesn't he have a job at the ministry, he's probably just busy.”
All the siblings look at her with tired faces.
“Sure, they're not snogging all day.” George says with a grim face. “But they definitely do it a lot.”
“Nobody has caught them, yet.” Fred makes a grossed out face. “But everytime mum calls them for dinner, they take at least five minutes to come down, and they're always all red and nervous.”
“And who wears collared shirts during summer? Only people who are trying to hide their passionate love affair.” George changes his aim, deciding to try and hit Percy's window with the contents of his pencil case.
Hermione goes red, giving up on the subject and continuing her lecture on the sirens of Greece. Ginny goes back into the house, checking the kitchen and living room one last time. Molly was in the kitchen, already preparing dinner while Charlie told her about a newly discovered species of dragon. In the living room, Bill and Arthur were planning their trip for the Quidditch cup. But no sign of Percy, not downstairs at least.
With a sigh, Ginny walks up the stairs. Halfway to Percy’s room, she stops, trying to listen for any sign of life. It's dead silent aside from the occasional clang of an inkpot or eraser hitting the side of the house. At least they got some use out of those “Unbreakable, Unleakable” ink pots, that weren't much more than a dried up glob of ink in a bewitched bottle.
Finally, she reaches Percy's door. Before she knocks, she looks over her assignment one last time. Just to check if she really needed help. But the words still made absolutely zero sense, so finally, Ginny knocked on the door.
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While his siblings struggled with their homework, Percy was up in his room. With the window closed and the door locked and his girlfriend naked on top of him. That combination in an almost attic room was very, very hot in multiple ways, but mostly in the sweating to death way. Sure, it would be less unbearably hot if he opened a window and just used a silencing charm. But last time they tried that, Bill commented that it was awfully quiet upstairs, looking way too amused at the way Percy went red.
Her hair was messily styled for the heat, up and away from her neck. Which was perfect for Percy, giving him plenty of room to leave dark purple hickeys. He rolled his hips up in time with her sinking down on him, making them both bite back moans. With one hand on the back of her neck and the other guiding her hips, Percy pressed his face into her neck. It had the added bonus of muffling the whimpers that escaped him when she'd keep him just barely in her.
Sadly, it didn't do much to muffle the moan that left his lips when she quite suddenly slams down on him.
“Can't keep quiet, Percy?” She teases, rocking her hips against him.
“Like you- Fuck, that's unfair-,” His head falls back against the pillow as she picks up a rhythm again. “Like you're so- mph, so quiet.”
“Mhh, I think I am.” She sits back, guiding his hand to her clit. “Want to find out?”
There's a glint of competition in her eyes, and he grins even though he knows he's definitely losing this. She leans back, sighing as his fingers rub tight little circles. But she doesn't make a sound. Percy, who wasn't even really getting that much friction with the current shallow grinding of her hips, was already biting his lip and holding back a whimper.
Seeing his struggle, she lifts her hips the tiniest bit. He presses his free hand to his mouth in an attempt to muffle himself a bit more. She slowly makes her movements bigger, eventually getting back into a slightly more desperate version of their previous rhythm. With muffled moans and whimpers, Percy rocks his hips up into her.
“Fuck, you are- mhh, you're better than me.”
There's a slightly grin on her flushed, sweaty face as he admits it.
“Don't worry, you're- Ooh, do that again- you're pretty great too.” She gasps. “Oh, Percy, I'm so close, don't stop.”
He can feel her tighten around him, her hips faltering in the rhythm. And soon enough, her head drops onto his shoulder, muffling her moans. Percy doesn't stop his hand until her hips stop grinding against him. For a moment, everything stops, and Percy lays back while she recovers. Right when she sits up again, there's a loud knock on the door.
“Percy, were you still going to help with my potions work?”
Both of them freeze, staring at each other with wide eyed panic. There's no blankets on the bed to cover them up, they threw those off halfway through the warm summer night. And there's no clothes within reach either, everything flung to the other side of the room.
“Percy?”
“Answer, before she tries to come in!” She whispers, leaning closer to his ear and unintentionally making him groan at the change of angle.
“Uhm, well, I'm a bit busy with homewo- just work right now…” Percy starts, cringing at his own flimsy lie. “I could look at it after dinner?”
It's silent for a moment, both of them holding their breath. Their stares could probably burn a hole into the door as they wait for Ginny to respond again.
“...Sure.”
Soon, Ginny's footsteps on the stairs fade out into silence, and they both sigh.
“Really Percy, homework?” She raises an eyebrow. “You're not even in school anymore.”
“It's a habit! It was my standard excuse for when I was… Nevermind.”
“What, for when you were wan-”
“Oh, shut up!” Percy flushes, pushing her back while she laughs.
She grabs his arm, pulling him to sit up against the wall with her legs wrapped around him. Their lips meet again and his hands on her hips pull her flush against him. It's sweaty and hot, their chests pressed against each other and their lips locked in a slow but desperate kiss.
Percy practically melts into her, almost literally with the heat radiating off her. Even though he tries his very best to be patient, he's starting to unravel. The hands on her waist hold on tighter with every little rock of her hips. He's barely even embarrassed at the tiny whimpers that escape him and get silenced by her lips. The bed creaks under them as tries desperately to thrust up into her, his head thrown back against the wall.
“Merlin, are you trying to get us caught?” Her nails dig into his shoulders, only making him groan louder.
“Please, I just- mmh, fuck.” Percy moans, pulling her close and pushing her onto her back.
She sighs contently and keeps her legs wrapped tightly around him. His hands are planted firmly on the mattress on either side of her head, propping him up as he tries to keep a steady rhythm. There's red marks all over his neck and chest, some already starting to turn purple, and a few curls stick to his sweaty forehead.
“Sorry, I'm just so, so close and I-”
He's silenced by her lips. She kisses him as his thrusts grow faster and more erratic. Her hands tangle in his hair and he groans when she tugs on it. A broken moan gets muffled against her lips as Percy comes, his hips snapping against hers.
“That was nice.” She gently runs her hands over his back as he collapses onto her. He only mumbles an affirming answer. Now that the only sound was Percy's heavy breathing, they could hear a consistent thud against the outside wall. Something would hit the wall, and then it was quiet for a moment, and then it hit the wall again. Somewhere in the distance, she heard Fred and George laughing loudly after each thud.
Percy whines as she slowly pushes him off her, eventually letting her go and rolling onto the mattress. With a wave of her wand, she wordlessly cleans up their mess. She searches around for her clothes, finding her shorts in the crease between his bed and the wall while her shirt was thrown over the back of his chair.
“I need a shower.” Percy mutters as he sits up, cringing at the thin layer of sweat covering his body.
“Mh, me too. I don't think we could get away with doing that tog-”
There's a loud shattering noise. Pieces of glass fall to the floor, along with a battered pot of ink. Fred and George are suddenly silent.
“Please don't tell me that actually just happened.” Percy groans.
Before he can get up to see what happened, they suddenly hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Percy scrambles to get dressed, only to find them just as scattered around the room as hers. He only just manages to zip up his shorts when someone knocks on the door.
“One seco-” The door already swings open, Bill walking in without a care.
“What happened, we heard glass shattering.” He scans the room, spotting Percy’s hickey covered chest before even noticing the broken window.
“Bloody hell, are you dating a vampire, Perce?” Bill laughs.
“Shut up, please.” Percy sighs, finally finding his shirt. “And please don't tell anyone, I don't think I'd make it out alive if mum knew.”
Bill hums, heading towards the window. He yells a warning before tossing the ink pot back out and casting Repairo on the window. There's no screaming outside, only a short cheer as the ink pot hits the ground.
“I won't tell, but you might want to fix your neck if you're so insistent on keeping it secret. You look like Fred and George used you for bludger practice.”
When they go down for dinner that evening, nobody seems to know anything. And for a moment, Percy believes his brother kept his word.
Until Charlie grins and gives him a high five, exchanging amused looks with Bill.
it's currently 8:30am. i've just awoken from a dream about percy weasley. i look around in my percy weasley themed room before getting out of my percy weasley bed. i slide on my percy weasley slippers and walk out of my percy weasley door, determined to start my percy weasley day. i cook up a percy weasley breakfast on my percy weasley stove with a percy weasley pan. i look out of the percy weasley window, and when i see the percy weasley sun, i percy weasley smile.
৻ꪆ summary. you, percy and oliver found a much better way to beat the heat.
id. 0.8k words, smut. 18+ content!
warnings. porn no/little plot. threesome, p in v, bathroom sex, cunnilingus, dirty talk, brief perciver, established relationship maybe?, written on a whim, kind of came to me in a dream actually. consider that a warning in it of itself, english is NOT my first language.
The misuse of Hogwart's facilities were strictly prohibited. The Student Manual made it abundantly clear, stating that it was a rule enforced specifically to limit students loitering inbetween classes, and to keep from any possibility of damage to school property.
Well, that particular rule didn't seem to matter now.
It was a hot day out. Despite the Castle being located in the Scottish Highlands, they'd all woken up to a level heat and humidity that made the entirety of Hogwarts and it's surrounding area reminiscent of a tropical island.
To combat the heat, you and a handful of other students decided to take advantage of the weekend and venture out for a refreshing dip along the shallow parts of the Black Lake.
How you wound up ditching your friends and sneaking off into the Prefect's Bathroom was a whole other story.
Percy’s breath fanned softly between your thighs, the warmth a delicious contrast to the cool porcelain beneath you where you perched on the edge of the tub. He was submerged in the water, hands bringing your thighs to rest atop his freckled shoulders. He was soaked. You all were, with bubbles foaming against your ankles.
The tub was filled to the brim. Foamy and colourful under the bathroom's dim light, whereas the water itself was just the right amount of cool.
Your clothes were in a pile somewhere. His was too, sitting in a hastily discarded mess alongside Oliver's kit.
"Fraternising is against the rules too, isn't it?" Your voice was hushed, the question directed at Oliver, who now stood alongside Percy in the water.
Oliver moved closer toward the pair of you, murmuring softly with that scottish lilt you couldn't get enough of. "I really don't think he cares."
Soon after, his fingers tangled in Percy's damp yet stubborn curls. He gripped his head firmly as he pressed it tight against your dripping heat.
Percy let out a soft groan against your slick folds. He wasted no time. His tongue traced your entrance, pushing in slowly before his ministrations grew quick and sloppy.
It was funny. When you'd first come into the Bathroom with Oliver, he was acting like an absolute twat — claimed it wasn't right that you were there when you were neither Prefect, nor Quidditch captain.
Now, that Prefect pin he boasted about so much was more than likely lost underneath the pile of clothes he seemed more than eager to get rid of.
He was more than enthusiastic. While Oliver leaned down, whispering all sorts of encouragement into Percy's ear, he'd lick and lap at your pussy with unparalleled eager. He'd even tilt his head — watching through half lidded eyes as his nose bumped against your clit, sending shivers up your spine.
He was seeking approval.
You affirmed his need by placing your hand over Oliver's, where he had tugged gently on the ginger's hair. As you rocked your hips against his face, he'd moan softly, sending another shock to your core.
The soft moans that spilled from your lips only spurred him on. Meanwhile, the obscene sound and sight of Percy practically eating your cunt had Oliver more than pent up.
Percy didn't mean to give a fuck. No, he was busy, practically drunk off your essence. After you gave a particularly loud whine, he pulled away just to tease you.
"D'you like that?" He whispered against your thigh, breathing softly.
When you nodded feverishly, practically trembling at the sudden lack of contact, he laughed.
Percy hummed, his thumb now pressing down against your puffy clit.
"Yeah, I know you do."
His power trip was cut short when Oliver gave a particularly sharp yank to his hair. Percy was pulled off of you and your legs gave out, splashing back into the tub as they slid off his shoulders.
He'd scowl at the Captain, who only responded by pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. Percy couldn't bring himself to wipe it off.
"C'mon, Perce,"
Oliver was careful when he pulled you back into the water. You were in a daze, an ache pulsating deep in your core. Merlin, you just wished Oliver could've waited a little longer
"You can't have all the fun." He would stick his tongue out between his teeth, making Percy's nose scrunch with disgust. So immature, that one.
Before you could process another word, you felt the head of Oliver's cock catching on your entrance. It'd started off slow. Each roll of his hips was accompanied why a low groan, his head burying against the crook of his neck.
He'd always been a little loud.
Amidst the coupling, Percy had parked himself next to you. While Oliver gripped your thighs, holding your leg to let your heels press against his back, Percy guided your free hand to wrap against his shaft.
Your thumb swiped over the weeping tip. His hips jerked up at the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as a choked whimper tore from his throat.
Your head was spinning. It all felt too good. The curve of Oliver's cock dragging in and out of your dripping cunt, the sight of Percy biting down on his knuckles to keep himself from cumming immediately..
You snap out of your daze when you feel the latter nipping at your neck. His free hand moved to push and brush against your nipples, the sensation doing very little in helping you keep your composure.
"You alright, sweetheart?" Oliver cooed at the sight, thrusting up with enough force to steal the air from your lungs.
"You're both so fucking mean." You'd cried out, tilting your head down and letting it rest against Oliver's shoulder.
It was too much by now. Too overwhelming; the accumulated sights and sensations. An all too familiar pressure began to form, tightening far too fast and feeling way too fucking good for you to let it stop.
Oliver caught on fast. The hand supporting your waist trailed down, and he rubbed your clit in slow strokes. The feel of his thick cock plunging in and out of you seemed to intensify, stretching you deliciously with each powerful thrust.
The water around you sloshed wildly.
Percy's eyes were open again. He was watching you two, his dick impossibly hard in your hand as he watched Oliver rut into you like a dog in heat. On merlin's third testicle, he couldn't decide who he wanted to be more.
"Ah, you look fucking brilliant," His hand wrapped around yours, encouraging you to stroke faster. Harder Percy's breath came out in ragged pants as he brought his gaze back up. "Bet it feels amazing. 's she tight, Oli?"
Oliver let out a breathless laugh. You cried out when he slowed his pace, pulling out just enough to leave the tip thrusting shallowly at your entrance. He'd snap his hips, filling you back up with a loud squelch.
"As a fucking knot." He murmured, tilting his head back. It lolled to the side as he looked at Percy directly, eyes lingering far too long when he caught sight of your hand beating him off.
"Kind of feels like she was made for me, y'know? Made to milk my cock."
percyposting! harry i know youre in distress right now but if percy weasley was gripping me like that i'd genuinely be soaking through my pants. then id take his off
hey guys i don't normally post stuff like this but i feel like i should, since i'm a fanfic blog:
apparently the hbo harry potter show is dropping soon ! i will not be tuning in. jkr has an executive role in the show which means money made from streaming goes to her, and she has stated multiple times that she uses that money to contribute to anti-trans agendas. we need to make that terf bankrupt and help trans people in the UK (& everywhere in the world) feel safe
engaging with fanfiction / fandom in a respectful way while making everyone feel included is FINE (that being said, at the same time, make sure you are engaging with other fandoms and expanding your reading past harry potter). but purchasing official merch, buying new books, streaming the show, etc. (basically anything that gives JKR money) is directly contributing to transphobia in the UK
do not even pirate the show. do not engage with the content we need to let this show DIE OUT and make as little profit as possible. if this show takes off / makes money in any way we need to understand that it's genuinely over for trans people in the UK. like their rights are being taken away.
i think i need to calm down with the percy posting. IM SO SO PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS GUY i dont see people giving him enough love. its okay though, im full of more than enough to give him
in another life, i'm a half-blooded hogwarts girlie hanging out in the library, watching my red-headed prefect boyfriend meticulously measure the margins to his charms essay with a ruler. he's completely invested and he gets huffy when i start to play with his hair — he says i'm disturbing his process but he doesn't even bother to pull away, only looking up at me with a fiery blush taking over his pretty pale freckled face.
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