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redheadspark · 1 year ago

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Fifth Floor Prt. 2

Summary - You and Oliver take full advantage of the Prefect's Bathroom

Warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, 18+ ONLY!

Part two of Fifth Floor

It surprised you: one minute you two were kissing and now you two were together in the bath on the throes of pleasure.

Both you and Oliver were not going to slow down as soon as you cast the charm along the door and walls into the Prefects Bathroom. The pent-up feelings you two kept to yourselves over the past few years since you graduated were now pouring out to one another, like a busted open dam. Yet it felt like it was right, stripping each other's clothes off while kissing and giggling. The serious tones of being consumed by one another never masked the playfulness either, which was almost a reflection of your relationship with one another anywho: serious and yet light. Of course, you were baffled when Oliver perched you on the edge of the tub that was now filled to the brim with hot water mixed with scented and enchanted bubbles.

His boldness came through as he gently pushed your legs open and licked into your folds like he was a starving student at a Feast.

Intense hot pleasure came through you ten told as he was between your legs, thankful that you could be as loud as you wanted since no one outside the room could hear your activities together. Yet it made Oliver persistent, listening to the cues on where to lick and where to kiss along your folds and inside your cunt. Almost like a devoted student, taking notes and knowing what makes you come undone and what made you whimper and writhe. You were unraveling in seconds since it's been some time since you had something like this with someone, his fingers gliding along your folds when he felt you shaking and close to orgasm. No matter how long you tried to hold out, it was closer than you thought.

Seeing him in front of you, his head between your shaking legs and his back muscles glistening and contracting made your head swim all the more. All of those times practicing and playing Quidditch was showing in his muscles along his backside and his arms. He memorized you, even with him giving gentle kitten licks along your sensitive clit. It made you fall back against the marble floor, moving your hips and trying to prolong the orgasm that was coming so fast.

Up right before you broke, you placed your hands in his brown tuffs of hair and felt your body move without your knowledge, rolling your hips into his face and finally feeling him suck your clit.

You fell with a howl, and Oliver thought of you as a gorgeous siren.

After a good moment or two of you calming yourself down, of Oliver watching you with wide eyes and a small glimmer of liquid on his chin and lips, you grinned widely like a Cheshire Cat at him as you pushed yourself back up into a sitting posting. Sinking into the water and feeling the temperature engulf your now sensitive skin, you sighed and moaned at the same time as you turned him around and made him lean against the bathtub wall. He went willingly, you pressing a hand against his hard and toned chest as he was how against the bathtub wall with nowhere else to go.

Slowly and without breaking eye contact with him, you reached your other hand down beneath the bubbles and felt his cock. Hard, a bit large for your hand to wrap all around, but it felt perfect in your hand as you gripped him tightly. Oliver inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide and his breath shaking as you started stroking him off under the water.

You never thought you would be in this kind of situation with your best friend, bringing in emended pleasure under the bubbles and water in a bathroom alone. But it was also a dream come true, being in his arms and blissfully happy. There would never be a right moment for something like this, Oliver reminded you of that moment before you both were in the throws of pleasure and lust like this.

But it felt right now, getting Oliver off as he was manning and biting his lower lips with every twist of your hand and every squeeze of your fingers. You could sense and see that he was trying not to be too loud, which seemed ironic since he made your moan crudely a moment before when he was licking into your cunt with vigor.

It should be the same for him.

You leaned up to kiss his neck and lick along his skin as your hand was moving a bit faster, feeling his hips shaking under the water and moving in sync with yours as his hands were gripping the sides of the tub, arms stretched out and his head thrown back.

"You can let it all out know you," You hummed against his jaw, kissing his neck once more with a bit of vigor as you pressed your bare chest against his, "No one will know we're in here, and they won't hear anything. You sound gorgeous like this, Oli,"

"F-f-fuck!" He moaned aloud as you traced your thumb along the tip of his cock. He was shaking, the water splashing the pair of you as you grinned wickedly and straddled one of his thighs. The hard muscle against your still sensitive cunt made you moan against his neck as your other hand raked in his brown hair and pulled hair. He moaned crudely, his head snapping back as you looked at his exposed neck and his trembling lips.

He looked beyond gorgeous to you.

Before you could say anything to him to make him come undone as he did with you, he moved one of his gripped hands from the bathtub wall and placed it on your arm in a death grip, making you stop stroking him since you thought you did something wrong. Your other hand released his hair, making his head snap back to look at you as you shot him a worried look.

"You okay?" You asked him, heading his labored breathing and how dilated his eyes were. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him or made this a bad experience, it would have pained you. Maybe you were too harsh or this was too quick. But he slowly grinned, his crimson lips and flushed cheeks should no sign of pain or uncomfortableness as you were searching his eyes. He leaned forward, kissing you soundly and gently in the water, making you melt and release his cocked as you framed his face.

To share a gentle moment in the throws of love seemed far too much, yet not enough. He kissed you gently and with no hint of urgency. There was more time in the world for you two to finally have each other, to be in love with one another, and you felt like Oliver wanted to savor every second with you.

"I don't wanna cum yet," He whispered against your lips, tracing your nose with his as you gulped, "Not when I wanna have ya here,"

That alone made your heart skip, feeling his hands go under the water and grab your hips as he too was not breaking your glance. He moved your swiftly, having you now against the wall and him crowding you as he kissed you over and over. His hands moved to trace and touch your breast, some bubbles slipping down your nipples and making you moan as he palmed them both while kissing down your neck and jawline. You felt as if you were boneless under his touch, his chest against yours as his mouth moved now to lick and suckle your breast, his thighs against your own under the water to make you feel his still hard cock near your own aching core.

It felt perfect, all of this felt perfect.

Releasing a nipple from his mouth with a pop, your eyes were glazed over as he leaned into you again and stared into your orbs to catch his breath, "I got ya, okay?"

You nodded your head, you two staring each other down as his spare hand reached down to take his cot in hand and guide himself into you. You felt it all through your bones and skin, through your veins as your eyes rolled back and you felt him slowly sink himself inside of you. The stretch felt like an ache, a good ache after being on a broom for far too long. It felt right, almost engrained within you as his cock snugged against your walls and you moaned loudly with no sign of being restrained. Your eyes were closing, not seeing how Oliver was watching you take him so well and how he wished he could etch this image in his mind. You were naked, covered in water and bubble, bare and open for him and only him.

He won't forget it ever in his life.

Oliver, once he was fully inside of you, waited for your to adjust for him as you took a long breath. It was a bit much, almost losing your breath as your thighs trembled under the water and against his own legs. You had to hold onto his neck for some kind of support as his hand under the water grasped one of your thighs. His other unoccupied hand was back out of the water and bracing the wall by your head as he kissed your face over and over.

"Okay?" He asked in a raspy voice, he too was feeling the immense pleasure of your walls keeping him inside of you. You whimpered and nodded your head as he grinned along your cheeks, "Merlin you feel fuckin' good. So…so good."

His hips were moving slowly, with deep hard thrusts that made you moan with each push. His hips were doing most of the work, the thrusts were deep enough and hard enough for you to melt against the wall but enough to make everything shake under your skin as you were taking everything he gave you. Oliver was not going fast, which made you wonder for a split second if he wished to. No, you could tell in how he was going at it that he wanted this to last, not a fast fuck.

"Yes….Merlin Yes…..Oli…FUCK!" You mewled as he hit that spot inside of you, hearing him growl for a moment as he was still fucking you in the tub. His hand that was holding your thigh was in a tight grip, not letting you sink as you clung onto his back of dear life, feeling your nails almost break the skin as your moans were getting louder and more vocal. His rhythm was consistent, not slowing down or going too fast just to drive you insane as you felt that feeling of an intense orgasm come over you again.

"I'm c-close, O-o-liver—" You were moaning into his neck as he huffed and stopped his thrusts. You were about to protest at him, teetering right on the edge of that pleasurable fall when he moved swiftly once again. Still inside of you, he leaned back a bit and scooped you in his arms, moving with ease to have his back against the wall once again and you in his lap. With his cock still buried deep inside of you, he peered up at you and saw the state you were in.

Naked and shaking from pleasure, hair plastered to your neck and backside, eyes wide and unhinged. He reached up, damp hand up to your neck to look at the image before you as he smiled. Being perched over Oliver made you feel almost powerful, untouchable, and yet you were still at his mercy. You too wished to savor this image in your mind forever, knowing you would never be the same.

His thumb traced your lower lip, his hips now moving up and down as his other hand under the water moved to touch your cunt, right over your clit. You keened, leaning over from the shock of pleasure as he gripped your neck and watched you get that high again. With his thumb on your clit, making sharp and small circles and his cock drilling into you, he was watching in utter fascination and wonderment.

"Cum for me," he whispered rapidly against your lips as he kissed you boldly, "I can feel you're close, aren't ya? I wanna feel it, all of it. Please, cum for-"

The orgasm you felt slammed you sideways and made you scream, your body going stiff from the pleasure that was now intensified up and down your body as you rode through every second of it. Oliver saw how your eyes shot wide, your body quivered in the still hot water, and your hands clenched onto his shoulders tight as he thrusts two more times before he too released with a loud moan.

You felt him unload inside of you, spreading inside of you to feel that warmth along your walls and make you moan some more as you collapsed on top of him. He wrapped you in his arms, still riding out his release as he thrust into your a few more times.

The pleasure was no long piping hot but a simmer, you both still shaking and each your breaths as Oliver gathered you in his arms and kissed you all over. You were grateful you were still in the tub, covered in water and bubbles to get some relief. Although he pulled out of you, he never once released you, placing you in his lap and kissing you soundly with a massive grin on his face.

"Merlin's Beard…that was…." You said, still unable to talk as Oliver grinned widely.

"I was thinking the same thing," He murmured, his voice uneven himself as he pressed his forehead against yours, "And to think we could have done this sooner if we weren't thick in the head,"

That made you giggle, curling into him some more as he was keeping you close in his arms. It was true, if you both weren't worried so much about the "what if's" and simply went with what you felt, then you would have this kind of love, this intimacy, way sooner. But life was strange in that way of course bringing you two back together in the aftermath of an almost catastrophic war that would have erased everything you knew and loved.

You decided then and there to live in the moment, leaning up to kiss him hotly.

30 minutes later, you two walked out of the Prefects Bathroom, dried off, and back in your old clothes. Heading back to the Great Hall and the Courtyard, you both walked side by side and held hands between the two of you, trying to hide the still evident flushness and blush on both of your cheeks.

Yet neither one of two saw Professor McGonagall near the Great Hall entrance watch you two walk out together, a knowing smile on her lips as she looked at her two old students and Gryffindor Alumni.

"Took those two long enough," She replied with a soft smile.

The End.

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slytherweasley · 2 years ago

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Concussion (Oliver Wood x reader)

Warnings: smut, oral male receiving, swearing

Summary: Oliver gets knocked out after being thrown off his broom by a Slytherin. You stay by his side but his concussion makes him irritable. He’s in so much pain you decide to take care of him.

Oliver lays on the hospital bed still knocked out after being thrown off his broom by a Slytherin at todays game. You sit by his side rubbing his scalp trying to soothe him in hope he will awaken. You were frozen in fear as you watched him fall, you couldn’t get up to see if he was okay until others from the crowd assured you he was alive.

Slowly Oliver’s eyes begin to open, his team mates are also here to show support for their captain. He groans in pain and Madam Pomfrey rushes to his aid. Once the team had given him their best wishes she sent them off so he could have some space.

You stayed by his side the whole time, you tried to cheer him up in every way you could think but he was short with you. “Oli, do you want me to go?” You ask softly “No stay” he says holding your hand firmly “i am in a lot of pain so I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings it’s not my intention” “I know, it’s okay” he reaches up slightly but you meet him with a kiss.

Madam Pomfrey releases him from the hospital wing and gives you everything you need as well as instructions on how to take care of him. He refuses to be wheeled in a wheelchair so you put your arm around him and let him lean on you as you walk to his dorm.

Oliver is well liked which is why it wasn’t a surprise that everyone wanted to talk to him but you tried to get him to his dorm as quick and safely as possible. You finally get him there and into bed “thank you darling” he kisses your forehead as you stack pillows behind him.

Once he is comfortable you organise his meds and everything he needs. “Darling?” He asks “Yes, Oli?” “Can you come cuddle? It will help my pain.”

He makes some space for you and you get into bed with him and try to adjust the pillows but he hits his head on the bed post “fuck” he yells “shit, baby I’m so sorry” you gently rub his head “stop. Just stop” he yells. “I’m sorry, I failed at everything” you mumble “I know you’re trying to help and you’re doing a great job, it’s just these pain meds are only doing so much.”

He pulls you into a hug “you didn’t fail at this, you could never fail at comforting me.” Something about the way he assured you created a solution to help him feel better.

You let go of the hug “I promise I won’t fuck this up” you say “fuck what up?” He asks as you lift his shirt up halfway pressing kisses down his stomach. Your fingers slide into his pants and start to palm him over his underwear “fuck darling” he groans as you feel him getting hard underneath your touch.

Your hand slip underneath his underwear as you begin to jerk him off slowly “feels good” he assures you “I love it when you touch me like this.”

You stop jerking him off to get rid of his pants and underwear letting his dick free. Your spit on his dick letting your saliva run down the base down to his balls “Oh darling, you are going to be the death of me.”

Your lips wrap around the head and you start sucking and swirling your tongue around the head tasting his precum and letting out a moan. Slowly you begin moving further down until your nose hits his mound. Oliver’s moans become louder and needier which makes you incredibly wet but you focus solely on Oliver.

Your hands massage his balls, he goes wild every time you pay attention to his balls. “Fuck darling, that’s it.” You start to move faster on his dick your eyes start to water and drool goes down your chin, you can hear the sounds coming from the back of your throat that Oliver is obsessed with.

“So good for me darling, I’m so close” this prompts you to do everything you can to keep going. “Fuck, I’m really close, you got to pull out if you don’t want me cumming down your throat” he warns but that’s what you want.

“Ah so good darling” he says as he cums in your mouth. You swallow and gently remove your mouth from his dick. “Thank you” he kisses your forehead “so much better than pain meds, do you need me to repay you?” He asks as you help him out his boxers on “No, it’s about you my love, I’ll manage as long as you are okay.”

You lay down carefully beside him facing him with your lips almost touching, he wraps his arms around you. “I don’t deserve you” he mumbles against your lips “yes you do” you close your eyes and lazily kiss him.

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bl4kstar · 2 years ago

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locker room sex with oliver wood smut

warnings: smut aged up oliver

author note: the things i would let this man do to me is crazy.

Let's first start off with how u got in this position you sitting on the locker room bench legs spread and Oliver eating out your pussy.

To keep it quick cuz I know yall got no attention span and I don't either fr, you were wearing one of Oliver's sweaters to the game and some biker shorts. From some angles, Oliver can really get a look at all that ass. So when you walk into the locker room with Oliver you praise him about his win you started getting touchy and yeah that's how you are in that position currently.

Oliver was really good with his tongue slowly tracing circles over your clit and then sucking. Occasionally he'd raise his eyes up to meet at yours saying, "Feels good hm?" "It does..." "I can tell." Oliver would then let his lips curl into a smirk.

Oliver was the master of edging he knows exactly when to stop and exactly when to let you cum. Whenever you start squirming and your hips buck forward for more attention he stops completely then after like a minute, he goes back. e

ill finish latere

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mastermindmiko · 2 years ago

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What a relationship with Oliver Wood would look like

pairing: Oliver Wood + fem!reader

word count: 603

summary: Oliver wood’s one secret

trigger warnings: mentions of sex and quickies. 16+ I think that’s it, but let me know if you find anything

my masterlist

Requests are open

Oliver wasn’t a person to keep secrets he almost never had any, but if anyone -except you- asked him, he would flush a deep shade of red and wouldn’t reply.

He had one secret that only you knew. He loves you so much and worships the ground you walk on that after the first time you both had sex, he took your red lacy underwear and kept it.

Oliver is now so sure that it is his lucky charm. When he is during a game you will always find it in his pocket and if he wasn’t playing quidditch you would rarely not find it in his robe.

Till now -thankfully- there had been no complications where your underwear fell out of his pocket while flying. Even though it was his lucky charm, the fact that it was so close to him made him very often distracted.

That's how you realized that quickies would be a common thing in your relationship with him, he so often gets distracted by it that he would just pull you into a near closet in between classes. He would even sometimes call out a half time during a quidditch match and would fuck you senselessly in the locker rooms, because how would he ride a broom with a boner?

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localnerdforsteveharrington · 1 year ago

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Hey all, feel free to send in more requests. I’m currently at day 21 x

Kinktober

Hi everyone, so this year I decided to do Harry Potter/ Marauders Era kinktober and was hoping you could all send in requests based on the options below, I will also accept if you want two or three characters, thanks xx

Reminder: this is all 16+ as that is there legal age in the uk and since I live here, I’m going by the rules here. Thanks hope you guys enjoy xx

Character suggestions:

Marauders Era -

James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, Mary McDonald, Marlene McKinnon and Regulus Black.

Golden Era -

Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo Berkshire, Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger, Oliver Wood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Charlie Weasley and Neville Longbottom.

Kink suggestions:

praise, thigh riding, squirting, hate sex, innocence kink, daddy/mommy kink, dacryphilia, sir/master kink, corruption kink, threesome, overstimulation, edging, exhibitionism, voyuerism, biting, knife kink, marking kink, spanking, car sex, somnophilia, degradation, temperature play, cockwarming, possessiveness, size kink, masterbation, breeding kink, safeword, begging, choking.

Trope suggestions:

only one bed, criminal, supernatural, neighbour, dilf/milf, mob, bodyguard, ceo, coffee shop, florist, modern, college, royalty, pornstar, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, dadsbestfriend, bestfriends!parent, fairytale, horror/slasher.

Note: you can supply your own kink or trope if you don’t see it listed and you can also pick more than one but one of them will be considered main so there are enough days.

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lilithslittleworld · 7 months ago

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Masterlist <3 (By Fandom, character, and type)

Just a little reminder link to my character list and that requests are open!!

Twilight Saga:

Quileute Pack

Seth Clearwater:

Formal Crushing (fluff, oneshot)

Jacob Black:

New Moon if Edward had never come back (Chapters)

New To This (fluff, smut Jacob x Reader oneshot)

Cullens

Alice Cullen:

Our Little Secret (Alice x Bella smut)

Bella Swan/Cullen:

Our Little Secret (Bella x Alice smut)

Headcanons:

How Bella’s (and Alice’s) Graduation Party Actually Went (or should’ve gone): (headcanons)

Divergent Series:

Peter Hayes

All For You (smut, angst, some fluff. oneshot)

Jeanine Matthews

The Exception (fluff and angst oneshot)

Four/Tobias Eaton

Intruder (Four x reader smut, oneshot)

His Girl (Four x reader fluff, oneshot)

Character Headcanons:

How The Divergent Characters Would React To You Being Injured\In Pain (angst, fluff, headcanon)

Harry Potter Universe:

Weasleys

Fred Weasley:

Ambulo Aqua (Fred x fem reader, fluff)

Harry Potter Guys

Oliver Wood

Locker Room Tales (Oliver x gender neutral reader, fluff)

Harry Potter

The Chosen One (Harry x reader, smut)

Marauders era

Remus Lupin

What Better Way to Relax Than Sex? (Remus x fem reader, smut)

Harry Potter Headcannons

Doing It With The Harry Potter Characters Is Like (smut headcannons)

Top Gun Fandom:

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Hanging In There Series: Part 1 Jake "Hangman" Seresin Hanging In There Series: Part 1

The Hunger Games Series

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oncethrown · 10 months ago

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Steganography Cut 2

Oliver wonders, as he turns to settle his back against the arm of the couch, spreads his legs, and pulls Percy between them, if Percy is finally starting to realize that his lack of sexual history is not a humiliating secret, or an embarrassing deficiency, but one of the hotter things Oliver has ever experienced.

Percy might be able to do complicated spells that Oliver's never even heard of, he may be able to organize several critical political schedules in his head, he may be one of the only students to ever get 12 OWL's, but he does not understand anything about his own body. It's like he's lived his life operating his body by remote. As though he has no instinctual command over it, and never expected it to communicate back to him.

Thankfully, Oliver is a great coach.

Percy lets out a shaky sigh as Oliver pulls him back against his chest, then slowly runs his palms from Percy's shoulders, down his chest and as far over his thighs as he can, catching the little shivers that run through Percy's body as he starts to think about what's being promised.

"Do you want—" Percy starts, but Oliver shushes him.

"Just relax and watch your music videos, Perce. You don't have to do anything but let me touch you."

Percy doesn't relax, and Oliver grins against the side of his head. Percy never just relaxes. So Oliver grazes his hands over Percy's clothes, petting him more than anything else until finally, gradually, Percy lets his weight sink back onto Oliver.

"There you go," Oliver whispers, dipping his palms under the loose hem of Percy's tee shirt, letting a whole music video pass as he does nothing more than slide his hands across the velvet of Percy's lower belly, and up to feel where his bottom rib sticks just a little out of his torso. He's been stressed lately, and not eating well.

Percy presses back and lets a sigh escape him as Oliver thumbs over a nipple, and twists against Oliver just a little while Oliver brushes it until it buds, then trails his hands down to Percy's sides. He's ticklish there and he shudders when Oliver brushes his fingertips over them.

Oliver moves lazily between Percy's sensitive nipples and his tickling sides. When he starts to feel the muscles in Percy's back tensing and releasing with the movement of his fingers, Oliver sets his palm to the back of Percy's neck and pushes him forward just enough to have the space to take Percy's shirt, and then his own off and throw them over the back of the couch. Percy groans when Oliver pulls him back down and heat blossoms between them where their skin touches. He wraps his arms around Percy's waist and kisses his neck while he squirms.

"Oliver," Percy gasps.

"Hmm?"

"What do you want?"

"This, Percy, exactly this," Oliver answers, grinning to himself as he loads up the big gun, "You're doing so well."

A deep groan escapes Percy and Oliver drops his head to reward it with a light bite to the side of Percy's neck. The way Percy reacts to being told he's doing a good job is so hot it's stupid. Oliver hasn't jerked off to anything but the fantasy of Percy kneeling between this thighs while Oliver praises his mouth in weeks.

Percy's head lolls back, laying bare the pale column of his throat and Oliver sets his lips to it. He's obsessed with Percy's neck. When Percy gets turned on, his pale white chest starts to splotch red under a perfectly light patch of red hair, and the red climbs up his neck and down his stomach like vines the more turned on he gets. With just the right amount of suction against the soft join of his neck and shoulder, he starts to whimper.

Oliver sits back for a second, quickly rearranging himself so his cock isn't caught so uncomfortably in his jeans before moving forward again against Percy's body, kissing his neck and his ear and his shoulder. He runs a hand into Percy's hair, and tugs his head to the side, only trying to get access to the other side of Percy's neck when Percy practically yelps.

Oliver freezes. "Was that not okay?"

"No, it's… I liked…" Percy pants "Very… you can…"

Percy so turned on he can't gather words into a sentence is so hot that Oliver might just die, and it takes him a moment to calm down enough to realize what Percy is trying to communicate.

Gently, experimentally, Oliver tugs at Percy's hair again, and Percy moans.

"Fuck," Oliver grunts and dives for Percy's neck like it's sustenance in his starvation. He's going to goddamn cover Percy in hickies, and let Percy scold him later. They have bruise potion. Oliver will start buying in in bulk.

"Oliver?" Percy manages, "Oliver?"

"Yeah," Oliver replies, barely pausing his mouthing of Percy's neck.

"Oliver, what would you do if I let you undress me?" Percy rushes out.

"Christ Percy, anything you wanted," Oliver mutters against his marble skin. "Anything you asked me to."

"Oliver…" Percy whines, and Oliver remembers that this is Percy. He's not being flirty, he's not teasing, he's genuinely asking Oliver to give him the actual answer. An answer that requires so much more blood in his brain that Oliver currently has to spare.

He stops, rests his forehead against Percy's hair and drops his hands to Percy's waist. "I'd undress first, then undress you, tell you how fucking gorgeous you are, pull you back down like this, and jerk you off, hold you tight to me while you came. Then I would take you to my bed, and we can make out, and touch each other. You can get me off if you want to, or I can touch myself while you kiss me. Then we can rest a little, and if you want I'll make you come again."

"How?"

"Usually with my mouth, but we don't have to do that yet if you want to wait."

"Can we go to the bed first?" Percy asked. "And not do it on the couch?"

"Percy, I will touch you literally anywhere you want to be touched. Wanna fool around on the moon? I'll make it happen for you."

"I had a dream you were…" Percy starts, but his whole body shivers as he trails off. "Well. We were on McGonagall's desk. I woke up so goddamn hard."

Percy is teasing him now and Oliver's not sure he can stand it. "Please Percy, fuck, please. Please let me undress you, please let me see you, please let me touch you."

"Okay," Percy finally says and lifts himself off the couch onto wobbling legs.

Oliver jolts to his feet behind him, sweeps one arm under Percy's knees and hauls him up to his chest in a bridal carry and Percy shouts with happy laughter as Oliver carries him into the bedroom.

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fantasyworld4ever · 1 year ago

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Perciver {Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood} NSFW

Note: Um, So I wrote this on a writing course in my free time because I got bored.

Warnings: Swearing, cursing, smut, just filthy smut.

Requested: No

Pairing: Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood

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A ragged breath tore its way out from Percy’s throat as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Ah…” He groaned, his lips parted as his chest heaved for breath.

His hand scrambled for purchase and finally landed on the bar of the bed and he held on, his knuckles turning white. Short, quick gasps escaped his lips

“Oh, oh fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

“I take it you’re enjoying this then?” Percy glanced down to meet the smug expression of Oliver Wood.

“Shut up… Put that mouth of yours to use.” He hissed, his eyes rolling back as Oliver pressed a soft kiss to his inner thigh.

“Getting to that part, patience, my darling.” Deciding to allow Percy some relief, Oliver leaned down, delicately taking the tip of his member between his lips, swiping his tongue gently over the slit making Percy cry out in surprise.

Oliver smirked before finally taking him in his mouth fully. Now, a string of words left Percy’s mouth, whether it was Oliver’s name, curses or even just babbled noises, he didn’t know.

“That’s it Percy. Let me hear those pretty little noises, hmm?” Oliver grunted as he took Percy deeper, swirling his tongue in a motion that had Percy throwing his head, gasping out in surprise.

Oliver whined in protest as Percy pulled him off, bringing him up to kiss him gently.

“I can’t… I need… I need to be inside you, Oliver.” Oliver’s eyes widened before he gave a quick nod, positioning himself so he was straddling Percy now, his back facing away from Percy’s face.

Slowly, he sank down, his eyes widening at the stretch.

“Oh… Oh Percy…” He gasped out, panting as he rested his hands on Percy’s chest.

“That’s it. You take it so perfectly.” Percy soothed, reaching up to stroke Oliver’s back.

Oliver cried out as he finally bottomed out. Percy was pretty well endowed, thick as well as long and when Oliver sat up properly, he could see the slight outline of Percy’s member inside his lower abdomen.

“My perfect little slut, aren’t you?” Percy gasped the words out, his brow creased in pleasure.

“Yours, only yours!” Oliver gasped out as he slowly pushed himself up before sinking back down, crying out as he found a steady pace.

Percy’s hands found his hips, guiding his pace and keeping him at a quick, rough rate.

“So good for me… So perfect!” Oliver groaned at the praise and his head slumped forward slightly, sweat beading on his brow.

Oliver whimpered as he reached his hand down, only for it to be slapped away as Percy grasped his member in his hand instead, jerking Oliver off with quick, harsh movements. Within a few moments, Oliver’s hips stuttered, throwing his head back as he spilled over Percy’s hand.

“Yes, yes!” Oliver cried out as he felt Percy thrust deep, painting his walls with white streaks.

After a while, they still lay together, Percy’s arms wrapped around Oliver, cradling him close to his body, whispering sweet praises.

“You were so perfect, baby. So perfect for me.” Soothed Percy.

Percy stroked Oliver’s cheek fondly as Oliver rested against him.

“Sleep, I’ll watch over you.” Percy promised as Oliver slowly slipped into his world of dreams.

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{Phew well that was... something. Anyway, as always my requests are open. This is my first time writing smut so hope it was okay :D}

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rainydayathogwarts · 1 year ago

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How they react when you tell them you're in the mood - Oliver Wood

this is a small series I’ll be uploading. I’ll post each character on its own, but the character i’ll be writing this for are: Harry, Ron, Percy, Oliver, Remus, Sirius, James.

oliver! is always ready to praise and worship your body no matter what time of the day it is, so when you come up to him after a successful Quidditch match, engulfing him in a big hug and standing on the tip of your toes so you can whisper in his ear how much you want him, he is ready to pounce.

You can barely close the door to the changing rooms before Oliver's lips are on your body, kissing every inch of skin he can reach. He's lucky the team prefers to shower in their dorms. His veiny hands are gripping your waist while he's nipping at your skin, hips grinding mercilessly into you. It's only your hands, relentlessly trying to tug his pants down his thighs that have him pulling away from you to take over the job. He strips down to nothing, but scolds you when you mimic his actions because he takes joy in taking your clothes off.

You turn away from him and teasingly bend forward when taking your panties off, and not nearly a second later, Oliver is on his knees, pulling you back onto his face as he devours your cunt. You cry out loudly, tightly gripping the lockers in the room, the thought of anyone walking in on you making you impossibly wetter. Oliver can tell when you're about to orgasm from the way your pussy clenches around his tongue so he pulls away, one hand coming up to smack your ass, eyes trained on the way it jiggles.

When you whine, starting to beg for more, Oliver wraps an arm around your wrist, pulling you along into one of the showers, where he lets the water run hot before pounding into you, his body pressing yours up against the wall. He's basically carrying you with the way one of your leg is propped up on his hip, the other trembling from the pressure. Your arms wrapped around his body keep him impossibly close to you and he grunts into the crook of your neck.

He gets sloppy with his strokes, but one hand comes down to urgently rub your clit, making sure you come before him. Your second leg gives out from under you when you finally orgasm, but his tight hold on your body keeps you up, and his hand picks your second leg up to wrap around his waist so he can use the momentum to make him go quicker, pulling a second orgasm from you while he cums inside you, hips erratically pumping into you while he whimpers quietly.

He holds you in his arms, using the wall as support while he catches him breath, pressing soft, and much less urgent kisses on your skin. He knows he can put you down when you leave a kiss on his jaw, one hand coming up to push his face closer to yours so you can kiss him properly.

After the celebratory party in the Gryffindor Tower, he pulls you up to his dorm for an inevitable round two.

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redheadspark · 1 year ago

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Fifth Floor Prt. 1

A/N - I wrote this out and it ended up being SO long! Part two will come soon enough, and that HAS the SMUT in it!

Summary - You and Oliver reunited after the Battle of Hogwarts, and old flames are rekindled again

Warnings - Just some fluff and angst in this part, Part Two is found here

"Alright, make a perch right here,"

Madam Promfrey helped place you on one of the old Great Hall benches, at least the one that wasn't destroyed and still standing. You groaned a bit, your head throbbing from a wound that was inflicted on the top of your forehead, your energy dropping by the minute and your adrenaline was no longer evident. The rest of the students and teachers around you were in no better shape either, trying to mend their wounds and unwind from all the chaos that happened within the last several hours. Not to mention the bodies that were being moved and placed in a secluded area on the other side of the Great Hall. It was heartbreaking to see, both Death Eater and those in the Order. They were all the same: lifeless. But it was worse since some of those bodies were of the students.

You both felt lucky and cursed to be alive.

Coming back to your old school Ala Mater, you wanted it to be more of a blissful reunion and not a bitter one. But you were called back too, thanks to the enchanted Galleon you were given. The world was already turned upside down when You-Know-Who took over the Ministry of Magic, his followers running around all over Europe to capture half-blooded and muggle-borns, the safety of the medical world was now critical. You even had to go into hiding since you were a half-born witch, your mother being a witch and your father a muggle. Luckily, they both were out of the country on Holiday over in America visiting family when the Ministry Fell, and you can get in contact with them to stay across the Pacific until further notice.

With your parents safe and out of harm's way, you were not focusing on yourself and going into hiding at your cramped little flat. It was a bit hard, thinking that when you would go to sleep you would be awakened by a Death Eater leering over your little bed with a wand at your throat. Plenty of people were disappearing in the night. You were glad to have escaped a few close calls, seeing Death Eaters going among the streets in packs and causing chaos for no random reason.

Thankfully, you learned a thing or two when it came to blending in and staying under the radar. You kept your eyes on your neighbors, especially the older couple that had no one else to turn to. Thankfully, they were not a target to any Death Eaters or even the Ministry of Magic. They would go for anyone, and to make sure you were not a min target, you made sure any communication with anyone was going to be minimal.

Yet the one person who you were still talking to since you graduated together, was Oliver Wood.

Being from the same House and in the same year, you both were thick as thieves throughout your years at Hogwarts and in Gryffindor House. Ever since you were first years, you and Oliver were sticking together when it came to classes and studying. It was nice to have another friend in your year since you were on the shy side, though Oliver was a bit cockier and a sports enthusiast. Especially with Quidditch, which was his obsession and life.

Speaking of which, you saw him helping bring in some of the bodies of the fallen to the corner of the Great Hall, placing them gently on the ground and covering their bodies with some of the blankets from the Hospital Wing. He too looked worn from the Battle: his clothes were disheveled and covered in dust, and blood was evident along his jaw and a bit in his hair. But you were glad he was walking around and alive, in a much better state than others. It made you smile, seeing him alive and alert.

The older you two got while at school, the deeper your friendship was going, and with the deep friendship, you developed feelings for him came along too. You had no clue when it happened, whether it was your 4th or 5th year when it shifted, but you started to look at him in a different light. How he would fly as the Keeper on the quidditch team, you watched him a pinch longer during practice or a heated match against Slytherin. You two were still friends, going to Hogsmeade on certain weekends to get butterbeer and catch up together, or go out on the ground studying together for Potions or Herbology.

You were catching feelings, whether you liked it or not.

"Hey!" You saw him make his way over to you, weaving his way around the other survivors who were walking around and trying to catch their breath. His eyes were right on you, and you gave him a small smile as he finally sat down next to you. Before you could say anything, he engulfed you in his arms, you clinging onto him while you both were sighing in relief and happiness that you both were alive.

You were beyond glad to see him there with all his limbs and functioning, the last time you saw him was still in the wee hours of the morning and he was making his way over to the courtyard with some of the other Quidditch players, You were taking one at least two Death Eaters that were trying to kill a group of 1st years that were caught in the middle of battle and couldn't hide out in time. Of course, the rest of the night you were thinking about Oliver and if he was okay, if he was going to make it to the morning and survive that whole ordeal.

He did, and you two were reuniting again.

"You okay?" He asked as he pulled away abruptly and scanned your appearance frantically, "Nothin' broken?!"

"I'm okay. I promise I'm okay," You reassured him as he gave you another hug, this one felt gentler and a pinch intimate. Just being hugged by Oliver alone made you feel at peace for the first time since you arrived at the school on the threshold of chaos and death. His hugs always made you feel calm through a storm, peacefulness in a chaotic world, and most of all love in a lonely time. No matter how many times you two hugged, whether it was a simple hug or something more intense, you felt love.

You both again pulled away and you took in a long breath, looking away from Oliver for a moment, seeing the Great Hall still trying to heal and digest all that happened. People were weeping, others were clinging onto each other in hopes of feeling consoled, and the rest were simply sitting, saying nothing with longing gazes on their faces.

"I can't believe that happened," You said in a long exhale, tapping your fingers rapidly on your leg as Oliver was watching you carefully and with a hint of concern, "He almost killed all of us, didn't he?"

You-Know-Who, filled with rage and power that it seemed that you were losing hope in winning this war. All of the horror stories you knew about him and his followers were in effect that night. You knew it would take some time for you to heal, you didn't know if it'd take months or years, but you weren't the only one. Everyone in that room would need to heal.

"Aye, but I'm glad we're all alive," Oliver murmured next to you, sitting back a bit on the bench, "Thanks to Harry,"

You gave a small smile at the mention of the Boy Who Lived, remembering him as merely a fellow Gryffindor and someone who flew with Oliver on the Quidditch Team. You've ran into him a few times, being one of the plenty who knew of his story before he even did. But he was kind, a bit brash at times but kind and willing to stand up to the bullies. Harry Potter was a true Gryffindor, and for him to lead the battle against the very Dark Lord who tried to kill him as a baby, he was beyond brave.

"Thanks to Harry," You repeated as Oliver shifted in his spot. He gave you a serious look.

"Where are your folks?" He asked, you rolling your shoulders.

"In America, visiting my Aunt and Grandfather," You replied, "They left two weeks before the Ministry fell, and I told them not to come back,"

"Good," He replied in relief. Oliver met your parents a few times, the first time was at Platform 9 and 3/4 when you were going back to Hogwarts for your second year. Your mum and dad thought of Oliver as a great fiend inviting him to come to your home over the summer once or two to both use your backyard to train for quidditch together and to simply talk quidditch with your dad.

"Your folks?" You asked him with a raised brow.

"Fine. They…um.. they went into hiding as I did, but they're safe with some old colleagues of theirs," Oliver explained to you, you smiling in return.

"I've always liked your mum and dad," You stated, "They've always been so kind to me, especially your mum. And your dad is just like you,"

"Or I'm just like my da?" Oliver asked as you smiled and shrugged.

"Don't know, but I'm not complaining," You joked half-heartedly, hearing him laugh in return. Such an odd thing to do at a time like this, almost dying from Voldemort, almost seeing the school that you grew up and loved become dust. Yet you two were laughing as if you'd never parted after graduation. Some people were looking over at you in confusion, wondering why two young adults covered in dust and blood were laughing like teenagers all over again.

But it felt good to laugh, it felt good to let that emotion come through like a wave that was crashing on the shore. You remembered laughing like this with him when you two would study together in the Common Room, or chat side by side during dinner in the very Great Hall you two were at. You missed this, being with your old best friend and not having a care or worry in the world.

For the briefest of moments, you forgot about the war and how you almost died.

After the laughing died down and you two were quiet again, Oliver looked down at his attire and grimaced a bit, "I don't know how much dust I have on my blazer,"

"Me neither," You agreed, looking at your coat and noticing all that it took on with the battles. Some wear and tear along your sleeves, your shirt ripped at the bottom from a Dead Eater nearly ripping it off of you while you were trying to escape, blood splattered along your pants and boots that you threw on, and even your hair was a bit matted and barely staying together from the braid it was in over your shoulder.

The last thing you wanted to do was move from the bench you were on since it felt like you could fall over in exhaustion, but you also wanted to scrub down all the filth from your skin. Your mind didn't know what you wanted to do, and thinking of traveling back to your small cramped apartment seemed too stressful.

"I need to wash this off," You grumbled, flicking off some dry blood that was stuck on your thumb.

"And I doubt there's anything here in the castle to rinse off in," Oliver added in agreement, then pausing with a tense look on his face. You looked back at him with a questioning gaze. You knew that look on his face, plenty of times in the past when he had a bright idea, whether it was during Quidditch practice or knowing what to do in his homework.

"What?" You asked him, seeing him then gaze at you while pointing to the Great Hall doors that were barely propped open and showing the battered hallway.

"You think the fifth floor is still intact?" He asked you, having you cock your head at him.

"The fifth floor?"

Oliver got the door open, with a gentle nudge of his shoulder as he had to give it a shove. After you followed him through the small opening of the door, your eyes went wide from the site in front of you. Of course, with some debris everywhere and a few cracks in the wall and windows, most of the room itself was mildly damaged from the battle. Perhaps there was some enchantment in this room, with all the minor damages that were evident all around the room. You had no clue, you've only heard of this place through some gossip with some friends.

The Prefect Bathroom.

A massive tub that took up half of the room itself was built into the ground, aligned with cool step stones and marble that wrapped around and melted into the stone walls. Stain glass windows that were floor to ceiling were on the other side of the tub, different shades of greens and blues illuminating the room from the sun that was already rising over the Scotland mountains and countryside near Hogwarts.

Along another wall, there were facets, dozens upon dozens of bronzed facets perched over the tub ready for use. A shelf that was splintered had some white towels that were tossed to the floor, along with some vials that looked to have stored oils and perhaps scented substances for use in baths.

Shocked was not a word you would use in your everyday vocabulary, but this time you were going to have to use it.

"Merlin's Beard," You gasped as Oliver walked over to where the facets were, you were scanning the whole room as Oliver was checking the damage of the tub. The surprise and shock of this massive room were still reeling in your mind, you've never seen any kind of bathroom like this in your life. The ones in your old dorm back in Gryffindor Tower had no tubs, simply shower stalls that were decent enough. But this tub was the size of your entire bathroom at your home.

"How do you know about this bathroom?" You asked him as he was kneeling next to the facets and scanning the tub.

"Quidditch Captains get access along with the Prefects and Head Boys and Girls," He explained, "You don't know how many times I would hide out here and soak in this tub after a match,"

"No wonder you fled after the games rather quickly," You hummed as you were staring at the gorgeous stained glass over the tub, the image of a Mermaid from the Black Lake was along the glass and looked hauntingly beautiful.

"Let's test it out, shall we?" Oliver asked, you looking over at him with a hint of shock as he was turning a few of the facets. Some gurgles were heard, and you thought that the facets were going to be broken and water wouldn't come out. Sure enough, a huge flow of water was coming through at least 5 facets. Oliver chuckled turning a few more facets with ease.

"What if someone sees us in here?" You questioned in worry, looking at the door that led out of the room thinking someone was going to walk in on you and Oliver in the Prefect's Bathroom. Of course, you two were grown adults, not longer students at Hogwarts, but it would still be a bit of a shocker if a passerby happened to stumble on the pair of you alone together. You were no prude, but you would hate to be caught in an awkward situation.

Oliver gave you a raised brow and a glare, "You think anyone's gonna wander up here after what just happened here at school? To the Prefect Bathroom of all places?!"

You glared, "You know what I mean,"

"Aye I do, and you're a bit paranoid," He replied, you huffing and pointing to the running water from the enchanted faucets.

"How is it still working?" You asked in shock as you watched the water flow into the massive tub. Each facet was giving out a different color in the water but once it was in the tub, it was all clear again.

"Don't know, but I'm not goin' to complain," Oliver huffed as he sighed and stood back up. Walking over to you, Oliver cleared his throat and gestured to the tub that was being filled up with hot water, "I'll just…umm…let you go first."

You blushed and fiddled with your fingers. Now hitting another wall In this situation, taking turns in a bath with your old best friend. It was already risky enough for you to be venturing amongst the school grinds, right after a massive battle that almost took out the entire castle.

But another risk was being there with Oliver, the very Quidditch Captain that you both adored as a friend and secretly had a crush on. No matter if you two were adults, covered in blood and dirt, still running on adrenaline and stress from nearly a handful of times within a few hours, exhausted in both fatigue and mental pain, you were getting those butterflies in your stomach again. Just like you were teenagers, sitting together during a meal or in a study session, those fleeting emotions seemed to be coming back on overdrive.

Perhaps you were thankful he was alive and with you, finding you in a massive crowd of survivors and making sure you were okay and safe. Or maybe it was the fact he reached out to you hours before everything happened, telling you Harry was calling all of the ex-Quidditch players to help defend Hogwarts. You were both barely in contact with each other since you graduated, and seeing him at your doorstep with that glint in his eye and the look of panic and pain on his face.

But you would follow him anywhere, even if it meant into battle. Placing your life on the line for the sake of helping your old friends defend the school you grew to love. Oliver had a way about him, the way of being able to give you a sense of security and vulnerability that no one else could ever do. He knew your deepest secrets but held them to his heart with no sign of exposing them to others, his own unique joy and humor made you laugh more than anyone else ever could.

There was no denial for you, you did love Oliver.

"Thank you," You replied, seeing him give you a small smile. He was about to walk past you, leaving you in the Prefect Bathroom when you suddenly grabbed his arm. Oliver stopped, looking at you as if something was wrong. But you were giving him a kind smile, still holding his arm gently within your fingers and remaining close enough to almost feel the heat radiating off his skin. It made you wonder if he could hear your heartbeat going up a bit faster.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice was low and subtle, almost sounding gravely, and yet warmth was mixed in his tone.

"I'm just….I'm glad we're both okay and alive," You said in a stammer, Oliver saying nothing but staring down at you, "Mostly, I'm glad you're okay,"

Oliver gulped, giving you a short nod, "I'm glad you're here too,"

"And I know we haven't talked in a long time since we left Hogwarts, but you were my best friend. All of the best memories I have ever had within these walls were because of you. I never had a chance to tell you, and I wanted to tell you now," You explained with no hesitation in your voice. It was selling out of you before you could stop yourself or dial it down.

"I'm just glad we're both alive and that I told you how I felt. It would have killed me if I didn't," You said calmly, then being a bit bold by leaning up a bit on your tiptoes and giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek. It was brief, the fog that would roll over the Black Lake outside of the castle on an early Autumn morning. But the feeling alone made you feel experience sparks under your skin, that teenage sensation was back tenfold as you were about to turn back around and grab one of the towels that seemed decent to use.

Oliver turned you back around with a gentle grab on your arm, kissing you soundly on the lips.

You've been kissed before, yet not like this. This felt like a new level of a kiss, his chapped lips along your own that almost shuttered from the sensation. Other kisses felt clumsy or out of place, maybe failed attempts to make you feel swooned. You hated those kisses, they seemed uneasy and stumbled. But not this.

This felt like the sensation of flying on your broom for the first time, drinking a butterbeer on a cold winter day in Hogsmeade, and the feeling of snow touching your cheeks during the first snowfall. Kissing your best friend, the one friend who was your true north and compass in the bad times, the one friend who knew how to make you laugh and feel overjoyed, and the one friend who was your number one fan and supporter in any choice you made.

He pulled away slightly, you still in a daze from that simple touch of the lips as you slowly opened your eyes and watched him gaze at you. With him being slightly taller than you, his brown orbs were pouring into yours as he was almost wishing to read your mind.

But you knew that the same broke inside of you.

"Merlin," You whispered, leaning back up and kissing him back.

You both melted into one another, hands grasping each other's clothes as Oliver kissed you over and over as if he was both starving and yet taking his time with you. You were letting him, his fingers brushing along your neck as he cradled your face close to kiss you soundly, his body pressing against you with the right amount of pressure that your head was spinning. Everything about Oliver was consuming you, your fingers were clinging onto his blazer in fear that he was going to drift away from you. He wouldn't, you knew that deep down that he wouldn't leave you like this.

One of his arms moved from your neck to lower your body, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in tightly as his kisses evolved into deeper and more sensual kisses. It felt like a drug was kicking in with no sign of slowing down, maybe the knowledge of almost losing each other hours before when the castle was in flames and people were dying around you was still igniting in you.

Before you both knew it, hands were roaming as you were leaning into him more and more. His hands moved to strip off your jacket letting it fall to the ground in a heap as your tongue moved out to trace his lower lip. A small sharp inhale was heard from him, his fingers were dancing along your worn down shirt and his other set of fingers were digging into your hair while your hands attempting to push off his blazer. Oliver grinned against our lips, moving his hands away for his blue blazer stained in blood and grime was now on the ground.

"What are we doin'?" He asked against your lips as you kissed his hotly and smiled.

"What we should have been doing for some time," You murmured back as his arms were around you again.

"Aye, we should have done this a long time ago," He confessed as he pulled away again to look down at you again. You saw how plump his lips were, his dilated his brown eyes looked, and even the flush on his skin and cheeks. This was a unique look on Oliver, who always seemed to have his cool and calm demeanor even the most stressful of times. But now he looked undone, stripped open and bare, and it was all from kissing you.

"I think this is crazy," you admitted with a soft smile, though the smile on Oliver's face never left as he shook his head.

"We just survived a war at the hands of Voldemort, and you think snoggin' in the prefect's bathroom is crazy?" He asked you in a breath, you staring deep into his eyes and seeing him reach into his back pocket where his wand was snug in. With a twist of his wrist, you heard the door snapping shut and locking automatically.

"What's crazy, is that I never said a word about how I felt about you all those years we were friends," He explained with a gulp, his eyes never leaving yours as he went on, "I was afraid to say anythin', but not anymore. I wanna be with ya, only ya, and after what we went through last night, I'm not lettin' ya go,"

You would have melted to the floor from hearing those words from Oliver, and you knew then and there you would never be able to let him go either.

Reaching down to retrieve your wand that was on the floor with your blazer, not losing your gaze on Oliver who was still giving you an alluring gaze, you licked your lips and gripped your wand tightly. Finally, you turned around and aimed at the door. With a flick of the wrist, magic shot out of your wand and landed against the door and the wall, giving a shimmering light.

“What did ya do?” Oliver asked in a tentative tone, thought you grinned and looked back at him with a soft grin.

“Imperturbable Charm” You answered, seeing him grin widely as you dropped your wand onto your jacket that was on the floor.

“Bloody Hell,”

To Be Continued....

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leahsflwer · 8 months ago

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[IN THE MAKING]

#Harry Potter #fluff #angst #smut #imagine #preferences #imagines #george weasley #fred weasley #hermione granger #ron weasley #Oliver wood #neville longbottom

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the-puffy-sleeves-of-lucius · 8 months ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ginny Weasley/Oliver Wood Characters: Ginny Weasley, Oliver Wood, Original Characters Additional Tags: Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood, Quidditch Player Ginny Weasley, Quidditch, Locker Room, Smut, One Night Stands, Hook-Up, Pining, Denial of Feelings, Age Difference, New Year's Eve, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Semi-Public Sex, Ginny Weasley Knows What She Wants, Oliver Wood is Along for the Ride Summary:

When Ginny arrived at the Puddlemere New Year's party with the rest of the Harpies, she had a very specific set of plans for the evening. 1. Mingle with Puddlemere, Ballycastle, Wimbourne, Falmouth, and staunchly ignore Chudley. 2. Drink at least one whole bottle worth of free champagne. 3. Fuck Oliver Wood during the countdown.

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rookwoodacademyads · 1 year ago

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OLIVER WOOD is OPEN!

The year is 2023, and the Second Wizarding War has ended disastrously a year prior.

The small glimmer of hope that broke through the smoke with the miraculous return of Harry Potter from the dead was stamped out in an instant. The Dark Lord triumphed in the duel against the Boy Who Lived, but instead of finishing him off, a deal was made.

One of Voldemort’s Death Eaters, Julius Rookwood, the nephew of one of his fallen followers, discovered the Resurrection Stone in the Forbidden Forest after Harry dropped it on his way to what he thought was his death. Julius presented it to Voldemort, who, in turn, brought it to the table as a bartering chip to kick off his regime.

The deal went as follows; in exchange for the resurrection of the recently fallen, Harry would surrender and make the Unbreakable Vow not to retaliate again. Harry thought of the Weasleys, of Fred, of Cedric, of Sirius, of Teddy Lupin, who had just been condemned to an orphaned beginning as he had. His mind was made up. He made the vow that ended the war.

The Dark Lord had won.

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so-scarlett-maroon · 10 months ago

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Book Lovers

Book Lovers - Chapter 1 - So_scarlett_maroon - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

After extensive research, years of study, and hands-on investigation, Hermione Jean Granger wrote the definitive record of the History of Hogwarts. She dove to the bottom of the Black Lake, cataloged the separate Centaur Heards, and even discovered the in-depth magic that had made the Room of Requirement possible. Her publishing firm had decided that this great work, her labor of love, was on par with Wood Between My Thighs: The Oliver Wood Biography.

Paula Metto, her publicist, continued, "We are so lucky to get to hitch your book along with his! It will be a fantastic synergy. The idea is that since you were at Hogwarts at the same time, we are going to play you two as old friends. He played on the pitch, and you researched the grounds; it could not have worked out better."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Either Paula missed the movement in her enthusiasm or chose to ignore it.

"A dense tome like yours can struggle to find an audience, but a professional Quidditch player will definitely drum up interest."

Hermione wanted to scream. "I thought you said my name alone was enough to sell books?" Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the edge of Paula's desk.

The petite blonde woman placed a hand over her heart. "It is, of course it is. You are Hermione Granger, the Brightest Witch of Her Age! It's just… Oliver will bring in a different set of readers. Boost sales even further.

Hermione had had enough. "No, I don't think so. Wood and I weren't ever close at school, and I don't like the idea of play-acting with him for money. Tell the publishing house I decline. I want my own book tour as promised initially. I don't mind if it has to be smaller that way.”

Paula's bright pink lips formed a grimace. She sighed deeply. "Look, babe, If that is how you are going to be, I'll give it to you straight. I was on the phone all week trying to score you a place on his tour. His book has garnered huge interest, and the publisher wanted to add more dates to his tour, so they took the money from your book tour to do so. It's join up with Wood or no book tour at all. Take the gift that has been given to you."

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gurugirl · 5 days ago

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DILF | older!harry

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Summary: Y/n meets an older man at a bar and she's not taking no for an answer. Harry likes her persistence.

A/N: This was requested + this! Also, please think before you judge Y/n. She is very bold and confident in this. Maybe even a little pushy but Harry likes it (even if at first he doesn't give that impression). Also he's single so this isn't cheatrry!

Word Count: 6,580

Warning: age gap, smut, alcohol consumption (light)

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"That one. Total dilf. He looks grumpy. Bet you can't crack him."

Y/n laughed at her friend and looked down at her red-painted nails before narrowing her gaze on the attractive older man who was seated at the corner of the bar alone. He was nursing a whisky and he did look rather sullen. Unapproachable even.

"Why him?"

"Because he's hot. And I'm curious to see if you can get him to smile at least," Warren raised her brows, "I dare you."

Y/n tilted her head and assessed him. He was nice and big, taking up a decent amount of space at the bar, broad shoulders and back hunched as he leaned his muscular forearms on the wood of the bar top. Meaty hands placed on either side of his lowball glass. Thick brown waves on top of his head with a bit of silver coming in at the temples. But the handsome features on his face really set him apart. His granite jawline gave way to stubble that stretched over his skin and shaded in the spaces around his pink lips.

If she could "crack" him she wasn't sure she'd want just a smile. He looked yummy enough to eat.

Drinking down the last of her martini she pointed at Warren and then Tara, "Fine. Give me twenty minutes and I'll have him eating from the palm of my hand."

Tara laughed, "If you say so…"

She placed her heeled feet down on the floor and brushed her hands over her dress, "Oh, I do say so. Just watch and learn, ladies."

Y/n wasn't quite that confident, but she wasn't about to say no to dare. And she could hold her own when it came to flirting. She liked getting a little attention and if she could garner this one's interest it might be fun.

She sauntered up to the bar behind the man and noticed the way his t-shirt stretched over his lats and tapered loosely down at his waist. The guy was fit. And lucky her, there was an open stool next to him.

Sliding onto the seat she waved at the bartender to order another drink. She'd need all the courage she could get, in whatever form she could get it.

Tapping her long nails on the lacquered wood she felt nerves thrumming through veins before turning toward the man finally. He hadn't seemed to take note of her yet, which honestly was unusual in most cases. Maybe she thought too highly of herself but men tended to notice her right away. She appreciated the challenge, though.

Reaching her hand into his space to greet him, she pushed down her nerves to sound steady as she spoke, "I'm Y/n."

She watched his brow furrow as he turned to look at her hand and then up at her eyes, his expression, which she expected would soften once he looked at her, was unamused. A single light overhead lit the tops of their heads as a shadow cast over the side of his face and he didn't make a move to shake her hand, "And I'm old enough to be your dad."

A surprised scoff fell from her lips as she moved her hand away from him. She wiggled in her seat and crossed her leg over her thigh toward him, gulping down the initial rejection with as much grace as she could muster, "I think you're jumping to conclusions about my intentions. But so what if you're older than me? I don't mind. We're both adults, right?"

An unimpressed grunt rumbled from his throat before he took another sip of his whisky and he looked away from her toward the TV that hung not far away from where they sat.

The bartender placed her olive martini down on the bar in front of her, "It'll be on Y/n Y/l/n. I already have an open tab."

A sip of the salty drink felt warm down her throat. So he was going to be a bit tough to crack. She turned to look at her friends who were grinning in her direction.

Straightening her back to feel more confident she tried again, "So you're not gonna tell me your name even?"

Without looking at her, he licked his lips and ticked his jaw, "Y/n, I think it's past your bedtime."

She smiled at that. He'd said her name, which meant he'd been listening, "My bedtime is whenever I say it is, not when some grouchy stranger says."

He puffed out an amused laugh through his nose, "I am a stranger. Which means you should be cautious, little girl. Your dad didn't teach you about things like that?" He turned to look down at her again, and that time she saw the soft green color of his eyes as the light hit his face just right.

But now she was really determined. She smiled brightly at him and let her eyes coast over his tattooed arm and then back up to his face, "Are you telling me you're dangerous?"

He still didn't smile as he shook his head like he was surprised by her gall, "Do your parents know what you're up to tonight?"

"I'm 24. Graduated from college, live on my own, pay my bills, have a full-time job. You seem to be awfully worried about my parents. I can take care of myself just fine."

Just then another person sat down next to the man Y/n was trying to whittle away at. He poked his elbow at him, "Who's this?"

"Don't know. Someone who's about to go back to her table with her little girlfriends."

Biting her lip she traced the rim of her martini glass with her fingertip, keeping her eyes set on the handsome tattooed one, "Not even a smile. Just one? Please?"

"Like I already said, I'm way too old for you."

The other man leaned over and reached to tap Y/n's shoulder, "Hey. Forget about Harry, here. You can bring me home with you if you're looking for a daddy tonight."

She frowned and looked him up and down to asses. He was late 40s perhaps, wearing a local band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a backward cap to make himself appear a little more youthful. "No thanks. You'd know if I was interested in you."

Harry bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at her retort. She was definitely too young but he liked her spunk.

"Now, Harry…" she said his name slowly as she leaned a little closer, "I've got your name thanks to your friend. Can I have a smile?"

"Why?" He stared down at her, the caress of his gaze felt infinite and she found her skin convecting in its wake. He might be hard to crack but this one would be worth it, she determined.

She sighed and slid her finger dangerously close to his wrist as he looked down at her nail and watched her trail it near his arm, "I just hoped to see you smile is all. Too handsome to have such a sour scowl on your face."

"And you're hardly old enough to be so confident to walk up to a strange man at a bar."

She laughed and tilted her head, "You planning on doing something bad to me, Harry?"

And that. That pulled a reaction out of him that spread over his features slowly as he shook his head in disbelief, "Darlin', you wouldn't be able to handle me."

Her eyes widened slightly. Now she was definitely not giving up. Y/n wasn't one to fail and Harry might be making her work hard for it but she couldn't imagine it wouldn't be worth it in the end.

"Is that a challenge or something?" She softly scraped her nail over his tattooed wrist and Harry watched her red nail work over his skin.

His resolve was fading fast. She could tell he wasn't going to keep denying her. And why should he? If he was single, which he appeared to be, what was the harm in having a little fun with someone younger? Y/n didn't mind. And he certainly shouldn't either.

"If it were a challenge you'd know it. Lots of other guys here, Y/n. Go enjoy your night with someone closer to your own age."

She sighed in annoyance. But he hadn't moved his arm away from her and she was going to take that as a sign.

Dragging the toe of her shoe into his shin she grinned, "I don't want to enjoy my night with someone my own age. Not tonight anyway. I think you've convinced me that I need to test out this theory of yours. That you think I can't handle you. Cause I bet I can."

With his eyes piercing into hers, he took another sip of his drink. She thought she might have just convinced him to give her a smile at the very least because it looked like he was weighing his options. And if she could get him to smile she might have luck with the rest.

He tilted his chin upward for a moment, eyes aimed at the ceiling like he was calling on a higher power for strength, "Go back to your friends, Y/n. Any other man here would love to have your company."

"But you wouldn't love to have my company?"

"I mean… I'm still here," the other man raised his hand and leaned into Harry, "Honey we could have so much fun. Any man who'd turn you down is either battin' for the other team or more likely," he chuckled and pushed his shoulder into Harry's teasingly, "He can't get it up anymore."

Y/n's mouth dropped open at that and Harry turned to look at the man. She wished she could see the look on his face, "Sit the fuck back down, John. She already told you she's not interested in you."

"Yeah, and you're not interested in her so what's it matter to you? Look at her, Harry. Practically begging you. Young and bubbly… Tight—"

Harry's hand covered John's throat as he pushed him away, nearly making his stool topple over, "Get the fuck outta here. You had too much whisky tonight."

"Aww… come on Harry… I was just jokin'!"

She watched as he stood from his stool and looked down at John, "And you thought that was funny? You like making jokes about women like that?"

The man put his hands up in surrender, "I'm out. Here…" he threw a wad of cash on the bar top before he moved past Harry and then looked at Y/n, "My apologies if I offended you."

They watched as John left the bar quickly and then Harry sat back down before he waved at the bartender and signaled for the check, "Just the one whisky neat."

"You're leaving already? Night's still young, Harry."

He sucked at his teeth as he scraped his gaze over her face and down to her cleavage. She smiled when she watched the path his eyes had taken.

The bartender handed him the bill and Harry leaned over to pull his wallet from his back pocket.

She scooted closer to him, "You headed home?"

He nodded, but not necessarily in answer to her question, it was more of an appraisal kind of nod. He was still silent as he pulled cash out of his wallet.

"Thanks for that, by the way. I'm sure John's a nice guy and all but he's not really my type. And I'm sure he was wrong about you."

That got his attention. Harry flicked his gaze back to hers, "Wrong about me?"

She smiled, "The part where he said you couldn't get it up. You're not that old. I'm sure you still can. Right?"

He clenched his jaw and breathed out of his nostrils like he couldn't believe she'd asked him such a thing. He handed the bartender his cash with a nod before he stood up from his stool.

"Huh. Since you're so quiet about it maybe he was right," she goaded, pressing her lips together to flatten her smile as she looked up at him through her lashes.

Harry placed a palm down on the bar top next to her hand and leaned over her, "You're out of your depth here, Y/n."

"Now, you don't really know that do you? Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing."

"You're awfully pushy. Not used to hearing no, are you?"

Y/n watched as the edge of his mouth lifted in amusement and she widened her eyes and pointed, "You're almost smiling."

He shook his head and looked around the bar before pinning his gaze back to hers, "I hope you enjoy the rest of your night. But your luck has run out with me, princess."

Harry stood to his full height and Y/n decided to try one last time, "So it's true then. What he said."

He stopped and turned to look back at her, a slow burning heat behind his gaze, "Couldn't be further from the truth."

She smiled and slid off her stool to stand in front of him. His height was impressive, "Prove it."

The line of his jaw hardened, turning his cheekbones into slashes of tension. His eyes simmered as he weighed his options. Finally, a hint of a smile stretched over his mouth. A small one, but still.

"I don't need to prove anything to silly little girls."

"Good thing I'm not a silly little girl. I'm a grown woman, Harry."

Y/n knew she was pushing it. She'd never needed to throw herself at any man before. But because of that, she wasn't used to rejection either. Maybe it was a good lesson for her ego. She knew her big fault was how entitled she could act sometimes. But that was partly thanks to how she was raised. It's better to act like a man to get what you want in life, her dad told her. And so far, that had been true. Some women balked at her confidence and her bold attitude. She wasn't demure or sweet enough. And men would often refer to her as a bitch or say that she was trying too hard.

She'd work on her ego another time. But right now? She was focused on winning this battle.

"What do you want with someone like me anyway? Hm? I'm old, Y/n. What's in it for you?"

Blinking her eyes she shook her head, "You're not old, first of all. Secondly, you're really attractive. It doesn't need to go much deeper than that, does it? I just think you're handsome. And I do kind of like a challenge."

"I can see that you like a challenge. It's the only reason I haven't walked out that door yet. Kind of relentless."

She smiled, "So it's working?"

Another half-smile worked its way up his mouth as he laughed in disbelief, "Are you surprised that it is?"

His pupils coasted over her figure and then back up to her face. The warmth of his gaze singed her skin like an open flame.

"I guess I just didn't know how difficult it'd be with you."

He licked his lips, "Difficult. You have no idea. But looks like you're about to find out. Go tell your friends what's going on. Meet me out front."

Y/n watched him turn and walk away. She was shocked. For a minute she thought he wasn't going to go for it at all.

Shaking off the sudden surprise of having gotten to him she settled up with the bartender and then stopped at the table with her friends. They were just about to give her condolences for having oversold her ability but she interrupted. "He's waiting for me outside. Location is on. Don't wait up!"

Harry was leaning against a black car in the parking lot when she stepped out of the doors. The moment he saw her he pushed himself off the car and opened the passenger door for her.

It was going to be tricky to maintain the kind of confidence she'd been feigning with him up until then but there was no part of her that didn't want to find out what he could show her.

She watched as Harry sat down in the driver's seat and started up his car. He took up too much space in the seat. His big hand wrapped around the leather steering wheel while his other encased the shift stick. Even the way he drove was turning her on.

She was pleased that she'd wormed her way under his skin and that he'd given in. She'd try her best to make it worth his while. Reaching across the console she put her hand on his thigh and he glanced down quickly before setting his gaze back on the road.

Now, Harry had slept with younger women a couple of times. He generally preferred someone closer to his age because he liked the confidence and experience that came with age. Women in their 20s were often in a different stage of life and that was fine –normal even, but it just usually wasn't a match for him. Not sexually and not mentally.

But Y/n was unusually confident for being so young. Persistent. He liked it, he couldn't lie. Whether or not she really had much else going for her beyond confidence, he guessed he'd find out. Well, she was very cute too. She did have that in her favor.

And Y/n at least seemed like she knew what she wanted. It was flattering as well. Being approached by such a pretty young thing. He figured the moment he told her to go back to her friends she'd give up but she was just fiery enough that she wasn't deterred.

When she ran her nail over his wrist he knew he was screwed. She was just close enough that he could smell her perfume and then she nudged her shoe into his shin and all he could think about was that she really wanted to be shown a good time and if anyone could it was him.

Harry knew his way around a woman's body. They were all different and he liked finding all the buttons and things that made them purr. In his experience, though, the younger the woman, the less she knew her own body. He didn't know if Y/n was just talking a big game but he was about to find out.

He stayed quiet as she ran her hand down his thigh and he shifted as the car accelerated past the green light. He'd see if she'd do anything with her hand but maybe she'd just pet at him like a novelty toy. He didn't expect—

"This is okay?" She asked him, her tone sultry as she palmed at his crotch.

He licked his lips, "Have at it."

His cock fattened up nicely with not much effort on her part. Proof that he definitely could get it up. Plucking at his button she looked from his face to her fingers as she leaned further over the console to reach her hand into his open pants to help him with the awkward angle of his dick. He seemed to appreciate that as he shifted under her palm.

Rubbing over his heather grey briefs she peeled down the elastic band the slightest to get a peek. The dark shade of pink on his tip matched the muted raspberry of his lips. She slid the pad of her middle finger over the slit and he softly inhaled through his teeth.

She wouldn't be able to give him roadhead like she wanted. It was impossible with the stick shift in the way. But she could wrap her fingers around his shaft and feel him under her palm until they got wherever they were going.

"Mmm… It's so big, Harry. Knew you would be. Might be the biggest I've seen in person. Can't tell yet, though. Have to wait to see when we've got these off."

Harry pushed a laughed breath through his nose. She was a bold thing. Her assertiveness was a turn-on. He didn't like meek and shy. Not when it came to sex.

When she spit into her palm and smeared it down his length, the best she could, he parted his lips and stepped on the gas. She was already exceeding any expectations he had for her. Maybe she'd prove him wrong.

Her nail scraped the underside of him and she moaned, "Really want it in my mouth."

He gulped harshly and ticked his jaw, "Just be patient. I'll let you put it in your mouth soon enough."

"And where are we going? Your place?"

He nodded, "Just a few minutes away."

She squeezed around him and pulled upward slowly. She knew already, he was well above average and she was going to have to work to give him a proper blowy.

His house was a one story, the driveway at the front with a garage attached. He lifted his hand and pushed on a device that was clinging to his sun visor and the garage door began to open. There was a covered motorcycle along the back wall and then the garage door closed after he shut off the engine.

She moved her hand away and unbuckled herself as he got out. When she reached down to pick up her little purse she realized her panties were already wet. She grinned as she stepped out, adjusting her dress before closing the door, and then followed behind him as he led her into a dark hallway.

When he turned on the lights she took it all in. Hardwood floors led into a dining area and then a kitchen. Hung on the walls were photos of himself with two children and then more framed photos with just the kids.

"Do you have kids?"

"I do. Boy and a girl. 7 and 10."

"You're not married are you?"

He laughed, "If I were you'd have known. Wouldn't have been out in the first place if I had a wife waiting for me at home."

She nodded as he turned on the kitchen light and pulled out two glasses before filling them with water.

"Divorced?"

Handing her a glass he squinted, "Yes."

She took a sip. He was a man of few words she'd gathered. She looked around the kitchen. Wood cabinets, an outdated laminate countertop, stainless steel appliances. The space could use some updating but it was large and he had a big pantry.

Sitting the glass down on the counter she watched him closely. His pants were still unbuttoned. She eyed the space at his crotch as he placed his own glass down next to hers.

"It's not gonna suck itself."

She laughed and looked up at him. He had a genuine smile on his face that time. The first real smile she'd seen from him all night. A healthy row of clean teeth, a dimple…

"Hmm… I think you're right. Let's see what we've got…"

She moved in front of him and placed her hands on his pants to push them away but before she could inch them down he wrapped his meaty hand around the back of her neck and drew her into his chest. His mouth was warm and soft. His tongue tasted like the whisky he'd been drinking.

Letting go of his pants she held onto his biceps as he used his free hand to push her hips against his. Still nice and hard. He ran his tongue over her lips and she moaned into his mouth. He worked his warm lips down to her jaw and then he licked upward on her neck, the wet patch was cool on her skin from the air in the kitchen. He did it again and her knees almost gave out. She hadn't been licked like that before.

He kissed over her clavicle and then drew his tongue over her flesh. Her heart was thrumming quickly and she squeezed his strong arms when he rutted against her.

"You good at sucking cock, Y/n?" He pushed his nose against her jawline and the hot breath from his words scattered over the skin on her neck.

"I want to be," she spoke breathlessly, eyes fluttering closed as he mawed at her throat.

He parted from her neck and looked down at her, half-lidded gaze and spit-slicked lips, "Go on."

Instantly she dropped to her knees as her fingers worked deftly at pulling his pants down and then his underwear. She'd sucked a handful of dicks so she knew a couple of moves.

Getting her hand around his thick shaft proved to be a small challenge. To say he was thick… understatement. Long too. His tip was smooth, mushroomed with ridges along the length that she hoped she'd get to feel later on. His was the kind of cock that women dreamed of.

Looking up at him she licked her palm and used her spit to pump him slowly. Another glob over his tip for good measure. Then she pressed a kiss to the base of him, just over his sac, and screwed her eyes upward to watch his expression as she licked his balls, one side at a time. She wound her tongue all around to wet him before sucking at one side, pulling it into her mouth and he let out a ragged breath, his dark pupils spreading inky until the soft green had almost vanished.

He liked it.

She worked around the other side, sucking him in again and swirling her tongue softly underneath the tender bits. He gripped the counter behind himself.

Pulling off she straightened her back and licked upward, feeling every delicious thick ridge along his shaft until her tongue met his smooth crown. Laving every crevice of his tip, she dipped her tongue into his slit and then ran it under the frenulum before she wetted every inch of his glans.

Her mouth was watering when she parted her lips around him and flitted her gaze upward. He was watching her with a slack jaw as she took him a little deeper. He cradled the back of her head and moaned.

"Just suck the tip…."

She blinked up at him and pulled her lips just over the lip, swirling and suckling around him like he wanted.

"Fuck. Just like that." His hand at the back of her head was easy. He didn't push or pull. It was more like a pleased gesture as his fingertips flexed around her skull gently.

Y/n would have liked to have gone deeper. Wanted to show him her best work. But he seemed rather happy with what she was doing.

She bobbed a couple of times, only to slide her lips back to his tip. Her pace was slow when she began to stroke his length with a little twisting motion.

He was big. She knew she could take more but in a way, she was grateful that that was all he was asking for.

A groan fell from his chest and he bucked forward, his cock slipping down her tongue and she sucked, drawing more of him in as she moved her hands away.

"Goddamnit, you're good."

She took that as permission to go deeper. Relaxing her jaw she closed her eyes and held her breath, pushing down to her limit. She filled her throat with his cock the best she could and gurgled around his tip.

He coughed out a moan and then thumbed at her cheek, "Alright, that's good."

She pulled off of him. His heavy cock aimed right at her face when she sat back on her knees and looked up at him, "I can do better than that."

He laughed and put his hand out for her to take, helping her stand up, "I bet you can. Come on."

Harry kept her hand in his as he led her to his bedroom. It was just past the dark living space and he turned on a floor lamp on the opposite side of the room from the bed. When he turned back toward her he cupped her face and kissed her again.

She pressed her hand into his warm, hard chest and he reached around the back of her dress to pull the zipper downward, his fingers dragging down her skin as he went. His touch sent a tremor down her spine as continued kissing her wetly.

He stepped back, helping her out of her dress until it fell to the floor. His eyes raked over her body and he smoothed his hands over her hips and up to her bra-covered breasts. He stepped in closer, walking her backward toward his bed. He put his hands back on her hips and nudged her to sit before he reached down to lift her leg up by her calf, removing her heels, one at a time.

Y/n's thong was drenched. She stared at him while he placed her shoes side by side at the foot of the bed and then he placed his big palms on her thighs, pushing her legs open, "Lie back."

She let her back hit the mattress as Harry got to his knees on the floor. An arm reached under her thigh as he spread her apart and then she felt her panties being pulled at until her her wet pusslips were right in his face. He groaned and felt a hand slide up the inside of her thigh. He pressed his mouth over her mons and looked up at her before he opened his mouth wide and drew his tongue through her crease making her gasp.

"Get your bra off."

She pushed herself up slightly and worked at the clasp of her bra between moans as Harry continued licking at her pussy. When she pulled her arm through the flimsy material he lifted his head and reached around her back, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck!"

Y/n's finger and her long nails pushed into Harry's hair and scraped at his scalp as he licked and pulled at each nipple. He buried his face between her tits and let out a low sound, like he was murmuring something to her but only her breasts were allowed to hear it.

When he sunk back down he pushed at her so she'd lie back and he started in on her clit, one hand holding her panties to the side as he devoured her glistening cunt.

She kept feeling like she was going to slide off the edge of the bed but Harry's grip on her kept her still. His tongue and his lips were magic as he drew her to her end. She yanked at his hair and babbled his name on repeat as her spine bowed off the bed when she came.

Her chest was still rising and falling heavy when she felt her body being pushed upward. She popped her eyes open and watched him roll a condom over his shaft before he kneed back up onto the bed next to her. He was stark naked. His body was insane. Thick muscle and masculine everything. Tattoos scatter over his arms and chest.

Fuck, she muttered under her breath.

"Flip over, for me," his deep voice was husky as he motioned toward her to move.

She rolled to her stomach and she felt his fingers slide between the band of her panties and her hips as he pulled them down her legs.

"Ass up a little. I want to see all of you, Y/n."

She grinned and turned to look at him over her shoulder as she lifted her hips and spread her thighs. His lips were parted as he grabbed her ass and squeezed, making her cheeks spread apart. He inhaled sharply through his teeth and then dipped in, kissing her pussy from behind before licking upward over her ass.

She squealed quietly and bit her lip, still watching him behind her as he lifted, a lopsided grin on his face. He gazed at her as he fisted the base of his cock and slid the head up and down her soaked folds before he tipped his hips to push in just the tip.

"Gorgeous. Gonna look even better wrapped around cock. You like anal?"

"Never tried it."

He licked his lips and pressed his lips together as he looked at the spot where his dick was pressed against her cunt, "Figured. S'alright. Pussy's my favorite anyway."

"We could try… if you want."

He looked back into her eyes, a cocky smile on his face, "Your little hole would need to be trained. And that takes time. So, there will be no anal tonight. Not gonna try and hurt you. But that's a cute thought."

He canted his hips inward, eyes on hers and her mouth dropped open when she felt her entrance splitting open for him. She was tight, but so slick, it only took a few slow thrusts until he was buried in with a low grunt. He pulled back and then pushed his entire length into the hilt.

"Fuck—fuck!" She cried and stuffed her face into the blankets.

"Too much?"

"No! It's so good. You're just so big…" She began to send her hips back against him and Harry slowly fucked in to match her pace. His eyes were everywhere. On her puss getting split open on his cock, the curve of her lower back, the swell of her ass.

He just knew she'd look so sweet with her ass stuffed too, but good things like that couldn't be rushed which was a shame.

Every thrust was gushy wet. Y/n bubbled out small moans every time his dick brushed deep into her guts. It was better than she imagined. The way he filled her to the brim was going to turn into an addiction. She'd never slept with any man that had her wanting seconds before they'd even finished.

"Oh my god…" she mewled into the comforter.

"Fuck, I know, baby…"

She fit him like a glove, it was perfect. He went in a little faster, balls thudding against her skin rhythmically making her bounce forward as she spread around his girth. When he ground in she arched her back deeply and let out a soft groan, her hands fisted at the blanket and Harry reached around and smeared his fingertips over her clit.

It had her panting and pushing into him feverishly. She'd needed the friction on her throbbing button and he'd found it easily, thick, rough fingerprints slicking back and forth as he rutted in and in. It sent electrical sparks over her limbs.

"Like that? Needs her clit touched? Shit baby, act like you've never been touched by a man right here before…" he plucked at her like he was playing the guitar and she began to fade, her moans getting caught in her chest.

He could feel her walls tightening around him as he drove in deep.

"Fuck, Harry— fuck!"

He grinned as he watched her shudder, "Give it up, Y/n. There you go…"

She began to pulse around him, a constant stream of nonsense falling from her lips as he stroked against her channel and pushed deep into her tummy, his fingers still working her clit with ease.

Just as her body had tipped and oxygen returned to her lungs he pulled out and she felt him taking her hips and turning her around to her back. Harry grabbed her ankles and lifted until each was settled over his shoulders and pushed back inside of her, cock drilling down to her core making her teeth chatter at the way he split her down the middle.

Harry leaned over her, cock buried deep as she watched her pretty face twist up with pleasure. Plapping into her, her tits wobbled as his balls tightened against his body. The harder he plunged in, the more her legs shook. Soon, her ankles had slipped down and her feet hit the mattress as he continued drilling into her. His face was flushed hot, lips parted, muscles tensed.

Reaching up to his neck she smoothed her fingers over his warm skin and he lowered his chest down to hers and kissed her. That filthy tongue ran over her lips and he sloppily sipped at her between sucking at her lips. Her brain had turned to jelly.

She felt his hand on her outer thigh squeezing and brushing as he fucked down into her. "Mmm… fuck, Y/n, m'gonna come…"

He trembled over her, thick thighs pressed down and flexed as he rutted in and in and in, and then… he stilled. A deep, guttural moan vibrated through his chest down into hers.

She sighed when she felt him throbbing, pumping into his condom. Her fingers caressed the muscles over his back and she gasped when he bucked in harshly, once more as he emptied the last of his come into the rubber wrapped around his cock.

He slowed his kisses until they were lazy little pecks and then he looked down at her, his chest heaving. She was already grinning up at him.

"What?"

She blinked her eyes, "That was fun."

He puffed out a breath, "I guess that's a good way to describe it."

Harry was a gentleman as he pulled out slowly and helped her off the bed and led her to his bathroom. He helped her clean up and listened to her tell him about her job —just reminding him that she was an adult after he commented on her being so young again.

When she picked her dress up off the floor and started to step into it, Harry frowned, "What are you doing?"

She stopped and raised her brows. "Getting dressed. Was gonna call an Uber. I'm sure you don't want a stranger in your house all night," she laughed.

Harry pulled at her hand, making her drop her dress, "What kind of men have you been hanging out with that let you leave in an Uber at 2 am? You'll stay here."

She opened her mouth and then closed it in surprise before tilting her head in confusion, "Really? I just assumed—"

"You'll stay the night here. There's no way in hell you're getting an Uber at this time of night. It's dangerous."

She grinned and shrugged, "Well then… can I have a shirt or something to sleep in?"

He placed his warm hands on her hips, "You can have a t-shirt if you like. I prefer to sleep naked myself."

"Oh yeah? I usually do too as a matter of fact."

He held her out in his arms and eyed her naked frame, "Looks like we're both good to go then. We'll get you sorted in the morning. I'll give you a ride home then."

"I think you just want to keep me here with you," she chuckled.

Harry shook his head and released her hips before he popped her on the bottom with his palm. She bleated out a laugh.

"Get your ass in bed before I change my mind."

"Yes, sir."

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