St. Tropez
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starrikaTitle: St. Tropez
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: springsmut (2007); Percy/Penny, light bondage
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Percy and Penny enjoy their honeymoon on the beach.
Warnings: Strong sexual content.
Penny lay languidly on the beach, bared breasts toward the sun as she mindlessly listened to the ocean waves. She loved the hedonistic relaxation of St. Tropez, where she could just simply be with no restrictions of time. She rolled over onto her chest, pressing her cheek against the warm towel with a contented, throaty sigh. She should check on Percy, who had taken shelter in the cabana, probably pouring over Ministry documents as she lay there.
She slowly rose, not eager in the least to move from her warm position, though the dark tint to her skin told of the time she had spent in the sun. She slipped between the curtains of the cabana, unhindered by the notice-me-not charms judiciously applied to the semi-sheer hangings.
Percy was lounged on a deck chair, with white cotton shirt sleeves rolled up and a pair of linen trousers on in deference to the heat. He had a few sheets of parchment in his hand and a small tumbler of what looked to be scotch in the other. Penny wandered over to the chair, perching on one of the arms as she plucked an ice cube from the glass. Savoring the cold feeling in her mouth, she confirmed he was drinking scotch.
“Hello,” he said with a slight smirk, eyes lingering over her still-bared breasts. There was a light breeze, and it was either his gaze or the breeze that caused Penny to shiver and her nipples to tighten.
“Hey there,” she replied quietly. “I knew you’d be doing work.”
“I do burn, you realize,” he said mildly. “And I doubt you want to spend our honeymoon hearing me moan about painful skin.”
Penny raised an eyebrow, a hint of a mischief in the twist of her lips. “No, you’d rather listen to me moan in pain,” she replied.
He set the parchment sheets aside, eyes fixed with hers as his smirk grew. “True,” he said. He took a sip of the scotch before setting the glass aside as well.
“I reckon I’ll pay for that, won’t I?” Penny said with a slight smile.
Percy regarded her thoughtfully. “Probably,” he replied, his cool fingers lacing with hers as he pulled her sun-warmed body onto his lap. “Did you enjoy your lie about?”
“Mmm,” Penny replied, letting her head fall into the crook of his shoulder and inhaling his musky, spicy scent. She’d never been able to identify what was in his cologne – she could sometimes pick out hints of sandalwood or cardamom, but it seemed to change every day in slight ways.
He smelled a bit like the ocean, too, and she kissed his jaw below his ear to taste the salty skin. “I’m getting quite brown.”
“Yes, you are,” Percy said lowly, and she could feel his chest vibrate beneath her. One of his hands had settled at her waist while the other played idly with the end of one of her curls. “Still not sure how I feel about other men looking at my wife’s breasts, though.”
Penny smirked. “Funny, you seem to like the idea when it’s them seeing my bare breasts as you fuck me,” she quipped.
Percy let out a short barking laugh, smiling down at her. “Now that you will pay for,” he said. “Are you really bored of the beach already?”
“Perhaps I’m just trying to distract my husband who’s doing work on our honeymoon,” Penny replied, a mock pout on her face.
He tugged hard enough on the curl to make her gasp lightly. “And who was doing some reading for work yesterday on the sand, yeah?” he countered.
She smiled. “Fine. And I wasn’t bored, just thinking about you,” she amended. “Did you get a lot of work done?”
“Enough,” Percy replied noncommittally, his hand around her waist moving lower to play with the top edge of her bathing suit bottom. “I might have, perhaps, been a bit distracted by thoughts of my wife,” he admitted.
“Oh?” Penny said coyly.
Percy grinned. “Yes. When you’re wearing so little, can you really fault me?” he said.
Penny smiled against his skin as she placed another kiss against his jaw. Feeling playful, she lightly nipped his earlobe.
“Wench,” he said, and she found herself rapidly flipped under him on the deck chair.
Her smile was coy. “What?” she said innocently.
“You know full well what,” he said with a smirk. The breeze had picked up from the waves, and she could hear the curtains flutter in time with her heart.
His thigh was fitted snugly between hers, and she could see his smirk widen as he applied a light amount of pressure. One of Percy’s hands had fisted fully in her curls, and she flushed, for knowing about the notice-me-not charms didn’t do much when she was confronted by people walking past their sheer curtains.
Penny shivered again and put her arms around his Percy’s neck as he hooked a finger on her bathing suit bottoms and pulled them off. She could feel the breeze sneaking between their bodies and her thighs – she had never felt so exposed before.
She let her fingers drift to the top button of his shirt. “May I?” she asked, wanted to feel his skin against hers.
He paused in sliding his fingers up her thigh, considering. “Yes, you may,” he replied, his eyes glinting in mischief. She soon realized the cause, for once she had the shirt unbuttoned, he used the sleeves to tie her wrists to the top of the deck chair.
Percy’s fingers resumed their lazy movement up her thigh, as light as the occasional breeze that teased its way across her skin. Penny drew in a ragged breath, flexing her fingers in the snug bonds, more impatient than uncomfortable in her position.
“Percy…” she murmured breathlessly, well aware that there were no silencing charms on the curtains.
He kissed her lightly on the lips, the gentleness in counterpoint to the pull on her hair, giving her the dual sensations of pleasure and pain to which she was so familiar.
The fingers on her thigh had finally reached her already-wet center, though Percy did little but drag his fingers once lightly through her folds. Instead, the fingers stilled as he kissed her once more, this time his tongue delving into her mouth possessively.
He trailed kisses over her jaw and up to her ear, where the sensation of warm breath made her shiver down to her core. “Thinking about all the people that could see us like this?” he whispered, and Penny knew he was smirking.
He was also turned on by the thought, she knew, and she could feel his erection pressed firmly against her leg. He bit her earlobe more firmly than she had playfully nipped at his before kissing his way down her neck and over her collarbone.
Percy’s kisses were more firm on her breasts, his teeth scraping over skin, sucking and biting her nipples until Penny was moaning aloud and uncaring who may hear.
“Percy, please,” she murmured, breath hitching slightly at a more painful bite.
He didn’t stop lavishing her breasts with attention, though he did detangle one hand from her hair to rest on her other thigh. Neither hand on her thigh was anywhere close to where her body was begging for them to go, and no matter how many times Penny squirmed beneath his mouth or arched her back impatiently, Percy didn’t move them any closer.
Just as she had given up on him – maybe he was punishing her – he roughly shoved her legs open and over the edge of the deck chair, exposing herself fully to him.
He bit his way down her abdomen, pausing to inhale the scent of her before caressing her folds with his tongue. Penny let her head fall back, breathing deeply as his gentle stimulation contrasted with the roughness of before.
Percy slipped a finger inside her wet opening, curling it in a come-hither motion that made her feel as if she was coming undone. His tongue continued to circle her clit as he added another finger in her cunt.
“Oh, Percy,” she moaned, trying hard not to grind down on his fingers and face. She’d learned very quickly that Percy preferred to remain in total control.
He took her clit between his teeth, firmly pressing down to bring her to the edge of pleasure and pain, legs shaking. Penny felt for certain that she would come if he would just not stop, but then he was pulling away, smirk still in place.
Percy took his tumbler over to the bar, unconcerned about the erection straining at the front of his pants, and poured himself another scotch. He took a sip, regarding her, and Penny knew better than to bring her legs together for that needed bit of friction.
He was punishing her, after all.
Percy languorously drained the glass, watching her shiver as each breeze skirted its way over her body. She could feel how wet she was, juices smeared over her thighs, and Penny wanted nothing more than to just come.
He picked up his wand from the bar and Penny found her legs bound to the sides of the deck chair as if he was anticipating her thoughts of friction. Percy set down his wand and his tumbler, moving to smoothly removing his trousers without hesitation.
He was across the cabana in three great strides, sliding into her waiting wetness. With two quick strokes she was coming, coming, coming, as Percy twisted a nipple and began thrusting harder into her clenching cunt.
He lost his rhythm quickly as her climax ebbed; he came into Penny with a frantic shout, his wild abandon in direct contrast with his normally controlled demeanor. Percy was breathing heavily as he lay his slightly sweat-soaked brow on her breast, but Penny didn’t mind. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, feeling nothing but the breeze and Percy’s body and hearing nothing for a moment but the waves.
There was no place better than St. Tropez.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: springsmut (2007); Percy/Penny, light bondage
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Percy and Penny enjoy their honeymoon on the beach.
Warnings: Strong sexual content.
Penny lay languidly on the beach, bared breasts toward the sun as she mindlessly listened to the ocean waves. She loved the hedonistic relaxation of St. Tropez, where she could just simply be with no restrictions of time. She rolled over onto her chest, pressing her cheek against the warm towel with a contented, throaty sigh. She should check on Percy, who had taken shelter in the cabana, probably pouring over Ministry documents as she lay there.
She slowly rose, not eager in the least to move from her warm position, though the dark tint to her skin told of the time she had spent in the sun. She slipped between the curtains of the cabana, unhindered by the notice-me-not charms judiciously applied to the semi-sheer hangings.
Percy was lounged on a deck chair, with white cotton shirt sleeves rolled up and a pair of linen trousers on in deference to the heat. He had a few sheets of parchment in his hand and a small tumbler of what looked to be scotch in the other. Penny wandered over to the chair, perching on one of the arms as she plucked an ice cube from the glass. Savoring the cold feeling in her mouth, she confirmed he was drinking scotch.
“Hello,” he said with a slight smirk, eyes lingering over her still-bared breasts. There was a light breeze, and it was either his gaze or the breeze that caused Penny to shiver and her nipples to tighten.
“Hey there,” she replied quietly. “I knew you’d be doing work.”
“I do burn, you realize,” he said mildly. “And I doubt you want to spend our honeymoon hearing me moan about painful skin.”
Penny raised an eyebrow, a hint of a mischief in the twist of her lips. “No, you’d rather listen to me moan in pain,” she replied.
He set the parchment sheets aside, eyes fixed with hers as his smirk grew. “True,” he said. He took a sip of the scotch before setting the glass aside as well.
“I reckon I’ll pay for that, won’t I?” Penny said with a slight smile.
Percy regarded her thoughtfully. “Probably,” he replied, his cool fingers lacing with hers as he pulled her sun-warmed body onto his lap. “Did you enjoy your lie about?”
“Mmm,” Penny replied, letting her head fall into the crook of his shoulder and inhaling his musky, spicy scent. She’d never been able to identify what was in his cologne – she could sometimes pick out hints of sandalwood or cardamom, but it seemed to change every day in slight ways.
He smelled a bit like the ocean, too, and she kissed his jaw below his ear to taste the salty skin. “I’m getting quite brown.”
“Yes, you are,” Percy said lowly, and she could feel his chest vibrate beneath her. One of his hands had settled at her waist while the other played idly with the end of one of her curls. “Still not sure how I feel about other men looking at my wife’s breasts, though.”
Penny smirked. “Funny, you seem to like the idea when it’s them seeing my bare breasts as you fuck me,” she quipped.
Percy let out a short barking laugh, smiling down at her. “Now that you will pay for,” he said. “Are you really bored of the beach already?”
“Perhaps I’m just trying to distract my husband who’s doing work on our honeymoon,” Penny replied, a mock pout on her face.
He tugged hard enough on the curl to make her gasp lightly. “And who was doing some reading for work yesterday on the sand, yeah?” he countered.
She smiled. “Fine. And I wasn’t bored, just thinking about you,” she amended. “Did you get a lot of work done?”
“Enough,” Percy replied noncommittally, his hand around her waist moving lower to play with the top edge of her bathing suit bottom. “I might have, perhaps, been a bit distracted by thoughts of my wife,” he admitted.
“Oh?” Penny said coyly.
Percy grinned. “Yes. When you’re wearing so little, can you really fault me?” he said.
Penny smiled against his skin as she placed another kiss against his jaw. Feeling playful, she lightly nipped his earlobe.
“Wench,” he said, and she found herself rapidly flipped under him on the deck chair.
Her smile was coy. “What?” she said innocently.
“You know full well what,” he said with a smirk. The breeze had picked up from the waves, and she could hear the curtains flutter in time with her heart.
His thigh was fitted snugly between hers, and she could see his smirk widen as he applied a light amount of pressure. One of Percy’s hands had fisted fully in her curls, and she flushed, for knowing about the notice-me-not charms didn’t do much when she was confronted by people walking past their sheer curtains.
Penny shivered again and put her arms around his Percy’s neck as he hooked a finger on her bathing suit bottoms and pulled them off. She could feel the breeze sneaking between their bodies and her thighs – she had never felt so exposed before.
She let her fingers drift to the top button of his shirt. “May I?” she asked, wanted to feel his skin against hers.
He paused in sliding his fingers up her thigh, considering. “Yes, you may,” he replied, his eyes glinting in mischief. She soon realized the cause, for once she had the shirt unbuttoned, he used the sleeves to tie her wrists to the top of the deck chair.
Percy’s fingers resumed their lazy movement up her thigh, as light as the occasional breeze that teased its way across her skin. Penny drew in a ragged breath, flexing her fingers in the snug bonds, more impatient than uncomfortable in her position.
“Percy…” she murmured breathlessly, well aware that there were no silencing charms on the curtains.
He kissed her lightly on the lips, the gentleness in counterpoint to the pull on her hair, giving her the dual sensations of pleasure and pain to which she was so familiar.
The fingers on her thigh had finally reached her already-wet center, though Percy did little but drag his fingers once lightly through her folds. Instead, the fingers stilled as he kissed her once more, this time his tongue delving into her mouth possessively.
He trailed kisses over her jaw and up to her ear, where the sensation of warm breath made her shiver down to her core. “Thinking about all the people that could see us like this?” he whispered, and Penny knew he was smirking.
He was also turned on by the thought, she knew, and she could feel his erection pressed firmly against her leg. He bit her earlobe more firmly than she had playfully nipped at his before kissing his way down her neck and over her collarbone.
Percy’s kisses were more firm on her breasts, his teeth scraping over skin, sucking and biting her nipples until Penny was moaning aloud and uncaring who may hear.
“Percy, please,” she murmured, breath hitching slightly at a more painful bite.
He didn’t stop lavishing her breasts with attention, though he did detangle one hand from her hair to rest on her other thigh. Neither hand on her thigh was anywhere close to where her body was begging for them to go, and no matter how many times Penny squirmed beneath his mouth or arched her back impatiently, Percy didn’t move them any closer.
Just as she had given up on him – maybe he was punishing her – he roughly shoved her legs open and over the edge of the deck chair, exposing herself fully to him.
He bit his way down her abdomen, pausing to inhale the scent of her before caressing her folds with his tongue. Penny let her head fall back, breathing deeply as his gentle stimulation contrasted with the roughness of before.
Percy slipped a finger inside her wet opening, curling it in a come-hither motion that made her feel as if she was coming undone. His tongue continued to circle her clit as he added another finger in her cunt.
“Oh, Percy,” she moaned, trying hard not to grind down on his fingers and face. She’d learned very quickly that Percy preferred to remain in total control.
He took her clit between his teeth, firmly pressing down to bring her to the edge of pleasure and pain, legs shaking. Penny felt for certain that she would come if he would just not stop, but then he was pulling away, smirk still in place.
Percy took his tumbler over to the bar, unconcerned about the erection straining at the front of his pants, and poured himself another scotch. He took a sip, regarding her, and Penny knew better than to bring her legs together for that needed bit of friction.
He was punishing her, after all.
Percy languorously drained the glass, watching her shiver as each breeze skirted its way over her body. She could feel how wet she was, juices smeared over her thighs, and Penny wanted nothing more than to just come.
He picked up his wand from the bar and Penny found her legs bound to the sides of the deck chair as if he was anticipating her thoughts of friction. Percy set down his wand and his tumbler, moving to smoothly removing his trousers without hesitation.
He was across the cabana in three great strides, sliding into her waiting wetness. With two quick strokes she was coming, coming, coming, as Percy twisted a nipple and began thrusting harder into her clenching cunt.
He lost his rhythm quickly as her climax ebbed; he came into Penny with a frantic shout, his wild abandon in direct contrast with his normally controlled demeanor. Percy was breathing heavily as he lay his slightly sweat-soaked brow on her breast, but Penny didn’t mind. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, feeling nothing but the breeze and Percy’s body and hearing nothing for a moment but the waves.
There was no place better than St. Tropez.