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You spent the night at the yule ball dancing with your friends Angelina, Katie, and Alicia. You all looked gorgeous, but you especially. You wore a deep red floor-length A-line gown that was tight at the top, showing off your chest and curves, and that had a thigh-high slit in the leg. You felt amazing and knew you looked fabulous from all of the stares and the number of Durmstrang boys that asked you to dance that evening.
You and the girls had all decided that it would be best to go in a group as friends to the ball, rather than go with dates so you could make the most out of your night instead of being stuck with some random guy you barely know having to make small talk, you were glad it worked out that way.
Unfortunately for you, Alicia, Ang, and Katie all coupled up with the Weasley twins and Lee toward the night's end. Since you all had drunk a fair amount of firewhiskey that the twins generously supplied, you knew the night would end with Fred and Ang, Katie and George, and Alicia and Lee getting hot and heavy in your dorm room. When you got back to the common room, they all headed up, and the twins offered you to stay in their room for the night since they'd be in your room. You said you'd be fine; you didn't want to stay in their room because you always found their one roommate rather creepy. You opted to stay on the couch.
This is how you ended up sitting on the couch in the common room, staring at the fire peacefully and regretting not running to your dorm to grab comfortable clothes to change into before it was occupied.
It seemed like almost everyone had gone to bed by now, with surprisingly, Neville being one of the last ones to come in from the dance. You were beginning to dose off when you felt the couch beside you dip and looked over to see Oliver Wood sit down beside you.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, the twins and Lee are staying in my dorm room for the night with the girls, so I opted to sleep out here." you chuckled in response.
"What, you didn't want to join in? He laughed
"No, origies aren't my thing these days," you joked
"Ah, a wise decision; I hear the twins get a little freaky with their Weasley products during the deed."
You let out a big chuckle. "Yeah, I'd rather not turn into a canary while things are getting hot and heavy."
"Sounds like a bit of a turn-off" he smiled.
There was a moment of silence while you both looked at the fire. Oliver reached his hand in his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a flask. He unscrewed the lid and handed it to you. You raised your brows at him while smiling in a playful questioning look.
"Oh, come on, like you haven't been already drinking tonight, we all needed something to get us through those ridiculous dances McGonnagal made us learn." He joked
"I, for one, like those dances," you said sarcastically
"Oh yeah, is that why you looked so miserable whenever you had to participate in them tonight?" he shot back
"Okay, you caught me," you joked.
You grabbed the flask from his hand and took a big swig. Handing it back to him, you couldn't help but let your eyes linger, admiring how handsome he looked. Of course, you had already noticed earlier in the night, but now you got to see it up close. You've always had a crush on Oliver, he was two years older than you, and he was strong and incredibly handsome. You made an effort to say hi to him every morning when you were getting in your daily jog as he was either holding a quidditch practice or working on new plays for the team down at the quidditch field. Watching him play quidditch was one of your favorite things. He would get all serious, and seeing his muscles flex as he deflected the quaffles that were aimed at the goalposts had you dreaming about what else he could do with his large hands.
"So, are you planning on sleeping down here tonight?" he said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm not risking going back to my room, and I don't love sleeping in the twin's room," you said, shrugging.
"Well, I hope this isn't creepy or anything, but you could stay with me… I have my own room because I'm quidditch captain, so you could stay in my bed, and I'll sleep on the floor," he said
"Really? I wouldn't want to put you out; I'll be fine here," you responded, even though you desperately wanted to stay in his bed.
"I insist! I'm not letting you sleep out here where any creeper could be hanging around. It's no trouble at all, and don't think you're putting me out; it would be an honor to have a pretty girl like yourself in my bed." He said with a wink
You internally freaked out. Did he just call you pretty?! He's probably just being nice. He's way out of your league. He could never think of you like that. Still, you're not going to pass up the opportunity to get closer to him.
"Okay, that would be great. Thank you," you replied shyly.
Oliver stood up and held his hand to you. "Shall we?" he said. You took his hand and let him lead you to his room.
As you entered his room, you were shocked to see how clean it was. You expected it to be as messy as Fred and George's was every time you entered their room. Looking around, you saw a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, with a closet off to the right side of the room and a door that entered the private bathroom on the left side of the room.
"I hate to ask, but do you have a shirt I could borrow? I doubt this dress would be the most comfortable thing to sleep in," you said
"Of course." He said, walking over to the dresser that was beside the opening to the closet. He opened the top drawer and grabbed out a Gryffindor-red shirt, and handed it to you.
"I'm just going to go change and give you some privacy," he said while walking towards the washroom. Once he closed the door, you let out a little breath you didn't know you were holding. You went to quickly take off your dress and change into his shirt when you realized you couldn't reach the zipper. You silently cursed at yourself for buying a dress that was impossible to take off by yourself.
"Hey Oliver," you said through the bathroom door
"Yeah, is everything okay?" he said
"Um… before you start getting changed, could you help me with the zipper on this dress," you said, unable to hide the nervousness in your voice.
Suddenly the door opened, and Oliver stood there without a shirt, looking incredible. You sucked in a short breath at the sight and couldn't help but stare at his muscular chest, and large muscular arms on full display. You felt your cheeks heating up when you realized you were ogling. He smirked, noticing your stares, and said, "Where is this zipper you need help with" You snapped back to reality and turned your back to him, moving your hair to the side, and saying, "Sorry to make you do this, but I can't reach it."
You felt his presence behind you as he brushed one hand across the back of your neck to move a stray hair that you hadn't managed to gather up. The feel of his touch alone had you breathless. He grabbed the zipper and excruciatingly slowly moved it down your back. He rested his free hand on your hip while he continued unzipping.
That's when you realized that the zipper fell quite low on your backside, knowing he would see your lacy black thong once it was fully unzipped. You blushed from embarrassment. The zipper got stuck halfway down your back, and you felt Oliver grip your hip harder to keep you still as he tugged at it. You grabbed the front of the dress to stop it from sliding down once it was unzipped since you weren't wearing a bra.
Oliver got the zipper unstuck by removing the hand from your waist to hold the fabric above the zipper, causing his bare hand to be in contact with your bare back. He didn't move his hand after getting the zipper to move again but kept gripping the material while rubbing circles on your back with his thumb, causing you to shiver.
The zipper was down, and you heard him groan. He must have seen your panties. You didn't step away from him, hoping he would touch you more but not wanting to be the person to make the first move.
He must have stepped closer to you because you felt his hot breath on your neck, and he lowly said in your ear, "You looked beautiful tonight, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you" you couldn't help but clench your thighs together, being so unbelievably turned on by this small interaction. He must have noticed your movement because he let out a breath, and took a step back, returning to the bathroom closing the door.
You had to take a deep breath to snap yourself out of that moment you just had so you could change before Oliver came back. You stripped your dress off and threw on the shirt Oliver gave you, letting it fall down your body, stopping mid-thigh. You looked down to notice it was one of his quidditch jerseys and couldn't help but bring the collar of the shirt to your nose and inhale his delicious scent. He always smelled amazing, like cologne and grass after the rain.
You walked over to the bed and got under the covers, and this was the most comfortable bed you had ever been in. You made a mental note to start sucking up to the professors to be made prefect and get a private room in the future.
Oliver knocked on the bathroom door, checking to see that you were decent before exiting. When he came out, he wasn't wearing a shirt, and only a pair of grey sweat pants hung low on his hips looking incredibly sexy.
He walked over to his closet and grabbed out some pillows and blankets. You remembered that he offered to sleep on the floor.
"You don't have to sleep on the floor; I'm fine with sharing the bed," you spoke up.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable" he stopped what he was doing and looked at you like he was analyzing your facial expressions.
"Seriously, get in the bed, you idiot," you laughed at him.
He reluctantly put the pillows and blankets back in the closet and said, "well, if you're uncomfortable at any time, just let me know, and I'll move to the floor."
You dramatically sighed and said, "Yes, captain."
He smirked and climbed into bed beside you. You were both quiet for a second until you said, "Thank you for letting me stay here."
He said, "Of course, you're welcome here anytime."
You smiled at that comment and tried to keep the joy out of your voice when you said, "Goodnight."
He replied with "Goodnight, sweet dreams" with that, he turned off the lamp beside him, and you both fell into darkness.
As you were lying there in his bed, you were struggling to turn your brain off and fall asleep. You couldn't help but think about his breath on your neck and his hands on your skin. The more you thought about it, the more turned on you were making yourself. Absentmindedly you snaked your hand down your body and dipped it into your panties', praying Oliver was fast to fall asleep and wouldn't notice.
You were already so wet, but your body craved the friction your fingers could offer. You slowly started to move your fingers, circling your clit, being careful not to move too much, and wake up Oliver. As you did that, you accidentally let out a small, breathy moan. Immediately you froze up, praying he hadn't heard you, but you felt the bed move beside you, and you realized that Oliver had moved closer to you and your arms were almost touching as you laid side-by-side.
You waited a few minutes and assumed he must have just shifted in his sleep, so you continued slowly rubbing your clit again. Your breath started picking up, but you covered your mouth with your other hand to stop yourself from making any noise.
Suddenly Oliver's hand was on your arm, pulling your hand away from your mouth. You felt his lips on your ear as he said, "I want to hear you."
You froze up and nearly died from embarrassment. He continued, saying, "Don't get shy now. You were just getting to the good part" He moved his hand down to the hand that you had in your panties and encouraged you to move your fingers again, circling your clit. As you did that, his hand on yours, guiding it, you turned your head to look at his face and saw he was already staring at you. He leaned in, and you felt his lips crash against yours in a hungry kiss. He sped up his fingers, moving yours against your clit, causing you to moan into his mouth, allowing him to stick his tongue inside. He pulled back for a second and propped himself up on his elbow, and said, "Don't stop until I tell you to" you nodded as he removed his hand from yours, but you continued to play with your clit as he demanded. He moved to kneel in between your legs, watching you play with yourself in the moonlit room. He grabbed your panties and pulled them down your legs, removing them entirely so he could get a better view. He then started probing the entrance to your pussy with one of his long thick fingers and said, "I have wanted you for so long, baby," and with that, he pushed the finger deep inside of you, curling it, so it caressed your G-spot. You let out a loud moan, and he grabbed his wand from the bedside table, whispering a silencing charm on the room, and began quickly moving his finger in and out of you. You began to feel the pressure building inside of yourself between playing with your clit, and having Oliver's finger fuck you; you were a breathless moaning mess and knew you would cum soon.
"Oliver," you moaned out, trying to warn him that you were going to cum.
"I know, baby, I can feel you clenching around my fingers, cum for me."
As if his words were the last thing that you needed to push you over the edge, you finally reached your peak. This was the best orgasm that you had ever had, you felt like you were floating. And Oliver's finger fucked you through it while telling you how good you were doing for him and how beautiful you were.
Once you came down from your high, he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, saying, "Next time, I'll make you cum with my mouth."
He then leaned over your body, lifting the shirt he had given you to expose your breasts. He kissed you softly while his hands felt up your boobs, pinching your nipples every now and again. His mouth made its way down your neck, sucking and biting, teasing you enough to make you moan. As you moaned his name, you felt him smile against your neck. You desperately wanted him inside of you; you couldn't hold back anymore and reached between you two to feel his hard cock through his sweatpants. He brought his lips to your ear and said, "Will you be a good girl and let me fuck your tight pussy so I can feel you cum all over my cock”
You nodded your head enthusiastically. He darkly chuckled and said, "I need words, baby."
You whined and said, "Please fuck me, Oliver; I need to feel you now."
He wasted no time shoving his pants off and pumping his cock a few times before teasingly rubbing it against your pussy. You moved against him, trying to get him to put it inside you, and he just chuckled and said, "So needy" you responded with, "Please," you heard him groan in response and place the tip against your entrance. He pushed in slowly, trying to give you time to adjust to his size. Once he was entirely inside of you, he said, "You're so tight, baby, such a good girl" at that, you felt yourself clench around him, and he groaned at the feeling. He slowly started moving, thrusting his hips gently against you. You were becoming impatient, wanting him to provide you with more friction, so you said, "Oliver, please… fuck me hard, please" that was all he needed to start harshly thrusting into you. You could feel your walls trying to grip him, and it felt so good every time he thrust in and brushed your g-spot.
He wrapped his hand around your throat and lightly squeezed, testing to see if you would be okay with being choked. You smiled at him and moaned his name as he kept fucking you, causing him to squeeze your throat a little more and move his other hand down to rub your clit. As soon as he put his thumb on your clit, you knew you were a goner. You were already close, but that added stimulation sent you over the edge, and you came almost immediately, squeezing Oliver's hard cock tightly. He groaned and let go of your throat, allowing you to catch your breath and ride out your orgasm. You noticed his thrusts began to falter, and he thrust inside of you, cock pulsing, and you still clenching around him; he came deep within you. He stayed seated within you, holding himself over you for another minute as you both caught your breath.
Once you had both calmed down a little he kissed you passionately as he pulled out. He said, "Stay there," as he got up and went to the washroom and brought you back a warm washcloth. He began to clean you up.
Once he was finished cleaning you up and putting your panties back on you, he kissed your forehead and went to the washroom to sort himself out.
When he came back out, he got back in bed and pulled the covers up around both of you, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around you so he could stroke your hair.
You had so many questions but didn't want to ruin the moment, so you opted to stay silent and enjoy his touch, even if this was all you were ever going to receive from him.
It's almost like he read your mind and said, "I don't want this to be a one-time thing"
You replied with "Me either," saying it more into his chest because you didn't want to look up at him, fearing your emotions and feelings for him might be written all over your face.
"I don't want this to be just sex either" He paused, trying to gather his thoughts. "What I'm trying to say is… I've liked you for a long time, and I want something more with you" He put his hand under your chin and lifted your head, so you were looking into his eyes.
"Really?" You asked
"Yeah, you're beautiful, smart, funny, and caring. I've liked you for a couple of years but never really knew how to go about it. I wanted to ask you to the ball, but I didn't know how, and watching you with those durmstrang guys tonight made me so jealous, I knew I had to make my move."
You were shocked. You never knew he felt the same way about you. All you managed to say was, "I like you too; I want this to be more."
He smiled brightly at you. He kissed your forehead and said, "Good because I'd like to see you wearing my jersey all the time now."
You laughed and snuggled deeper into his arms, feeling more content than you have in a long time.
"Goodnight, Oliver"
"Goodnight, beautiful"