Harry Potter Imagines ⚠️Includes Smut⚠️

Merry "Chicksmas"!- 🙈🎄

This is my first Oliver Wood imagine, so if you have any suggestions for how to write for Oliver please enlighten me!

Btw "Chicksmas" is something the girls in my family and I do every year a few days before Christmas (we had ours last Saturday) and it contains my mom, grandma, and auntie getting wine drunk and taking time to open our presents because when we have Christmas Eve, the boys in our family don't let us take our time and enjoy it.

Summary- An oddly possessive Ollie gives you something to remember him by before you go over to your friends house for your annual "Chicksmas" gathering. 

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Year- Sometime after Hogwarts

House- Doesn't matter

Y/n= Your name

Warnings- oral, possessive Ollie, just SMUT, wine drinking ;)

Enjoy!!!!

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"Lass? When is this girl's only Christmas party of yours?" Oliver asked you while you two were cuddling on the couch. "Um, tomorrow, why?" you questioned and looked up at him.

"Do you have to go? I'm gonna miss you," he whined. "Oh my goodness, you'll be fine, you big baby," you giggled and gave him a small peck on the lips. That small peck led to a long and heated night.

You awoke the next morning in you and Oliver's shared bed, both of your bodies tangled together. You giggled at the memory of last night and gave Oliver a kiss on the forehead before getting up carefully and hopping in the shower to get ready for your girl's party, also known as "Chicksmas". One of your friends got wine drunk at the girl's only party a year prior and came up with that name.

After your shower, you got out and dried yourself off before wrapping your hair in a towel and walking out of the bedroom. You were greeted by a famous Oliver smirk and a whistle, "Too bad I wasn't up sooner, I would've joined you," he said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes with a scoff and a giggle before walking over to your closet and dropping your towel, making Oliver's eyes practically pop out of his head.

You started looking through your dresses that you owned but soon felt two arms snake around your waist. "No matter how many times I see you naked, I'm always mesmerized," Oliver proclaimed and gave you a kiss on the collarbone before letting go and walking into the bathroom to shower.

You picked out a dress by the time Oliver was done showering and he walked out, naked, to see you checking yourself out in the mirror. "No guys are going to be there, right?" Oliver asked.

"No, you dummy. It's called a girl's only party for a reason. We're going over to Lila's house and drinking wine," you told him and picked off a piece of fuzz from your light purple dress.

"Then why are you going out in that?" Oliver questioned and walked up to you, "It looks far too sexy to just go and drink wine.". "It's just a plain dress, nothing special," you said, perplexed about what the big deal was.

"It's really short is all I'm saying. I don't want any boys seeing what's mine," Oliver said with a slight growl at the end.

You let out a short giggle and turned toward Oliver, "Well don't worry. I'll probably be back around 1 in the morning and then you can have what's yours.".

He gulped and looked down at you, obviously aroused by your words. "How about I have you now?" he mused and picked you up making you squeal.

"I have to get ready!" you protested as he threw you down on the bed. "Don't worry lass, I'll be quick," he breathed and buried his head under your dress.

You gasped as you felt Oliver grab your panties with his teeth, pulling them down and off of your legs.

"Mine," he growled and licked up your slit. You didn't know what made him so jealous and dominant today, but you weren't mad about it. "This is mine, right lass?" Oliver asked and slapped your clit lightly.

You moaned loudly, "All yours Ollie.". He smiled and kept working his magic, going from eating you out to sucking on your clit. "Ollie, I'm gonna cum," you moaned, but to your dismay he didn't keep going to get you to your high, he stopped and brought his face up to yours.

"Not yet, baby, I want you cum from my cock because my cock is amazing, right?" he asked. You nodded your head, "It's amazing, Ollie. The best ever. Now please let me cum.".

He chuckled at how desperate you were but instead of teasing you, he praised you for boosting his ego, "Good girl.". He quickly helped you take off your dress and grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times before aligning himself up with your cunt.

"You ready, love?" Oliver questioned, to which you nodded furiously and pushed your hips forward, making his cock go deep inside of you. "My girl's so needy," he chuckled and started rocking his hips, making you moan loudly for probably the 100th time.

"S-So good, Ollie," you babbled and threw your head back. "What's so good, baby? Gotta use your words," he mused and quickened his pace, knowing it would be hard for you to talk now.

"You," you breathed out before moaning once more, grabbing onto his shoulders. Oliver dipped his head down to suck on your neck, "What about me baby?" he whispered in your ear.

You let out yet another sinful noise as he started sucking hard on your neck, "Y-Your cock. Your mouth. Your-" that was enough for Ollie to quicken his pace and suck harder, making a string of moans leave your throat.

A few seconds later, the knot in your stomach made you clench around him, making him let out a moan that only made your orgasm come quicker. You let go with a very, very, loud moan, probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and squeezed Oliver's shoulders tight, making him hiss slightly.

You breathed heavily as Oliver kept pounding into you, trying to reach his orgasm which only came a few seconds later. He pulled out of you after a few seconds and stood up, "Go and get ready lass," he winked and helped you up and walk to the bathroom.

You gasped when you looked in the mirror to see a gigantic hickey on your neck. "Oliver!" you scolded him and frantically leaned forward to examine it.

"What? It's just a little thing to remember me by while you're at your girl's party," he chuckled and blocked the light slap you tried to hit him in the chest with, "Get out, I have to find a way to hide this.". "Good luck," he jested and walked out of the bathroom.

Two hours late you walked out of the bathroom with a frustrated look on your face. "What's wrong, lass?" Oliver chortled, finally dressed. "I can't cover up this hickey! I've tried everything, but it still shows," you groaned.

"I don't think you should cover it up," he told you and stood up, walking up to you and placing a light kiss on the hickey. "You are so- uh!," you groaned and walked over to your closet to grab your handbag.

"I'm late, I need to go," you told him. "Bye," he chuckled and pursed his lips for a kiss. You rolled your eyes and pushed past him, ignoring his protests as you walked outside of your house and apparated to your friend Lila's house.

"I'm here!" you shouted when you entered her house. "Y/n!" all of your friends exclaimed and ran up to you to give you hugs. "Wait, is that a hickey?!" Lila laughed and pointed to the bruise on your neck.

"Yes, it is, but can we please not talk about that? I want some wine!" you declared, making everyone cheer.

"Merry Chicksmas, bitches!" you shouted and downed your wine. It was the first of many more glasses to come.