৻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. NOT proofread.
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."
oliver's in his feelings, and he can't get out of them! | oliver w.
৻ꪆ summary. oliver's got a massive crush on you, and he doesn't know what to do about it. actually, he doesn't do anything about it!
id. blurb, 0.3k words, fluff-ish
warnings. shy!oliver, so very awkward oliver, weasley twins being his wingmen.. oliver wood being god awful at this. short and sweet. i kind of write this on a whim at 2 in the morning so don't fry me, thanks.
Oliver Wood didnt do crushes.
He had a mind was singularly, obsessively focused on Quidditch. He spent hours—easily amounting to days—practicing on the pitch, getting used to and being almost proud of the way his body ached right after.
Then he met you. And it was like something clicked.
Oliver didn't have the foggiest clue as to why you made his face so warm, or why he felt like he craved more of you when he heard your crisp laugh echo during breaks in the Great Hall.
Or why he'd deliberately search for you in crowds, only to stiffen up and act dismissive when you did eventually pay him attention.
Today was no different.
He'd spent a good half of breakfast practically inhaling his food, ready to start the day. The other half? Shooting not-so-subtle glances in your direction as you settled yourself between two fellow Gryffindors, discussing that exceptionally frustating coursework Professor Binns decided to assign the day prior.
He thought he was being discreet. The Weasley twins, however, thought otherwise. They exchanged looks and snickered amongst themselves, observing how Oliver alternated between staring up at you like a lovesick puppy, and suddenly finding interest in the stray crumbs on his plate.
George decided he'd make a move for him. But as soon as the redhead caught your attention and gestured towards Oliver, the Captain would only respond with an icy indifference that could freeze hell over.
It was almost laughable. You'd think someone who paraded on a broom every morning, yelling "THIS IS WHAT WINNERS DO!" at his sleep-deprived teammates would be a little less terrified of a conversation.
Then later as you left the table, he'd sigh, wondering what could've possibly went wrong.
"Blimey, Wood." Fred would mumble, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You really put the moron in oxymoron. You stare at her like that, then get all-"
Oliver's face burned. He cut him off, turning his head away. "Oh, piss off."
George's hand found his shoulder, and he squeezed it gently. "You'll get 'em next time."
I really wish there were more scenes, hell even a portion of an episode, focused on Ant. I've been such a big fan of him since the show started :( I really love that they brought back his whole thing with Jesus and the safety scissors from the first two seasons. But man, I'm gonna miss him.
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