Harry potter smut

Calm down // Oliver Wood

He was so stressed. All the time too. He walked through the portrait, the bags under his eyes prominent. "Hey Oli." She looked up from her book.

"Hey love." He said, running his hand through his hair. His hair was damp from showering after quidditch practice.

He had been training excessively for the past few weeks. The quidditch final was coming up and Gryffindor was set to face Slytherin. Same old, same old.

She had never really been the biggest quidditch fan, but after she met Oliver Wood, her opinions on quidditch had changed.

Oliver had made her fall in love with quidditch just as much as she had fallen in love with him. She had never been the athletic type and as much as she would have wanted to be on the team, meeting Oliver wouldn't change that. So she settled on being a bystander.

She stood, walking up to him. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and ruffled his hair affectionately. She took his hand and guided him up to her dormitory. He trailed behind her.

She picked up her book on the way. As she guided him up the stairs, his eyes stayed on her hips as they climbed the stairs.

They entered the empty dorm, and Oliver slammed the door shut. "Oli sit," she patted the bed.

He perched himself on the bed, and she straddled him. "Talk to me Oli," she said. "I'm so tired." He said and ran a hand though his damp hair. "I want to make you feel better," she said.

"How can I?" She asked. "Can I make you feel good by kissing you?" She asked. He nodded, and she attached her lips to his neck.

"Can I make you feel good by touching you?" She moved her hands further down his stomach. He nodded again. She palmed him and he threw his head back.

"Can I make you feel good by telling you I want you to fuck me?" He nodded again. "Well in that case Oli," she palmed him again and he rolled his head.

"Please, fuck me." She moaned into her ear. He lost all control and picked her up by the waist. He threw her down on the bed, and kissed her roughly.

"You want me to fuck you? Do you, you little slut?" She nodded. He tore his shirt off and threw it on the ground.

He kissed her again, letting out all of his emotions into the kiss. She trailed her fingers down his torso and his v-line.

He followed her hand before unbuttoning her shirt himself. She moved her hands up to his hair and pulled gently.

"Take it slow today, ok?" She looked into his eyes, "I want to cuddle and hear about your day after." He nodded. She pulled him in for a kiss as he slid her pants down.

He ate her appearance like she was his first meal in centuries. He pushed a finger into her, making her eyes roll back in her head.

She moaned loudly, knowing he wanted everything from her. "You make me feel so good," she praised, throwing her head back and moaning again.

He moved her shirt up over her tits, watching them as he fingered her passionately. She moaned again, making him grind blindly into the air.

When he added another finger she looked down and whimpered before she threw her head back again. He pushed his fingers wider, trying to prep her as fast as possible.

"I'm ready, Ol." She moaned. "Your going to make me come on the spot, y/n." He said rolling his neck.

He pulled his fingers out of her and put them in his mouth. He groaned and started unbuttoning his pants.

She moved her own hand down her body and circled her clit at the sight of him. He groaned again and pulled his pants down.

He pulled open her bedside drawer and picked up a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on. She pulled him down to kiss her.

As he pulled away she bit his lip and pulled up his shirt so it sat in between his teeth. "Fuck me."

He pushed himself into her, and bit her neck, making her release a scream. He pounded into her, letting himself go.

She gripped his shoulders, her eyes rolling back in her head. His hips snapped to hers. And he pounded harder, her moans only encouraging him.

She pulled her nails down his back, creating scratches she knew he'd stare down in the mirror afterwards.

The pain made his thrusts increase in speed and he was going at a godly speed. The sight of him using all of his remaining strength, his jaw clenched and chasing his high, almost made her come.

He bent down, keeping his speed, and kissed her neck. His hand that had been previously resting on her hips, moved in between her legs.

He circled her clit, making her squirm. "I-" she was cut off by her own moan. "I'm close" she almost screamed.

"Me too." He thrust harder. "Come for me, Darling." At his low, harsh tone, she came around him. He roared, and by the combined volume of their screams, she was secretly glad of the silence spell of on the room.