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Match Frustrations (Oliver Wood)

"And  the final score is 120 to Gryffindor 130 to Ravenclaw meaning Ravenclaw are going through to the final facing Slytherin next weekend".

As I hear the final scores being called out I look up to see my boyfriend flying down. The look of frustration, annoyance and failure plastered across his face. As his feet touch the floor he jumps off his broom and throws it across the pitch. He pulls his quidditch jumper off and storms to the changing room. One thing I love about him is his roaring passion and dedication for his hobby, however in times of failure such as today he becomes some sort of emotional rage animal of which the only good thing to come from it is passionate hard sex.

As soon as I get into the changing room I can hear the grunts of frustration coming from my boyfriends lips. As I round the corner I see him stood in the centre of the changing room gripping his jumper so tight that his knuckles are turning white. His long fingers digging into his palm on the other hand.

"Ollie" I whisper in hopes to try and gauge where his head is at before I say much more.

"Here now no questions" he demands. I lock eye contact with him and can see the beast within shining bright. I already know what is going to happen, it's the same thing that happens every time Gryffindor loose a match. I slowly take steps towards him when he eventually grows impatient grabbing my tie and puling me towards him with one swift tug.

Stood toe to toe with each other he grips my jaw to look at him and without warning pulls me into a deep and passionate kiss, our tongues battling for dominance. His other hand firmly grips my hip perhaps hard enough for bruises to form where his fingers are marking me as his territory yet again. He grabs my ponytail and pulls it back tilting my neck up so that he has my neck as his open blank canvas. Like an artist with their brush he immediately took to leaving his paint of bruises across my neck. Biting and sucking completely having his own way with me.

Slowly he takes steps backwards towards the bench in the changing room. In one quick mood he pushes me on the bench and removes my tie from hanging loosely around my neck to tightly around my wrists, binding me together. He lifts the tie and puts it on the hook above my head leaving me sat for whatever he wished. Gradually he went on his knees and and pushed my legs apart. He replaced his hands to my hips keeping his weight so that I couldn't push my hips up. As quick as I had become his prey he dipped his head under my skirt and began licking my slit. I tried to squirm under the warmth of his breath hitting my wetness but the pressure on my hips was stopping me from moving. Deep moans immitted from inside of me breaking the quite in the room. These moans only provided more gas for the fire as he quickened his pace and eventually slid 2 fingers deep inside of me. As he moved his fingers in and out of me he lowered his head again and began suckling on my clit. My body begun to shake when all of a sudden I felt the familiar knot in my stomach and I instantly knew what I had to do.

"Please Sir. I need to cum. Please I can't hold it back much more. I'm begging you please" I whimpered hoping that I would get permission to reach my climax.

"Go on then. Be a good girl" he whispered keeping at the exact pace he was going before and just like that after hearing the permission I cum all over his long fingers which were deep inside of me.

Before I even begin to recover from the overstimulation he swiftly pulls down his trousers and takes out his hard, throbbing cock and rams it inside of me. Another moan of pleasure escapes both of our mouths this time in unison. Pulling me closer go him he continues to thrust deep inside of me hitting my G-spot every time. Before another moan can escape my lips he captures them in another deep passionate kiss. He bites my lip using this distraction to take the last amount of dominance that the beast didn't yet have and become fully in control of me. Again and again he thrusts into me pushing me further down the bench every time. I want to run my hands through his hair but my hands are skill tied above my head bounding me to the frame.

After some time I feel his cock twitch inside of me and he pulls out just in time to spill his cum down the back of my throat making me swallow the lot. He comes down to my level and places a small peck on my lips. Reaching up he unties my hands and helps me stand on my wobbly legs. Carefully we make our way to the showers where I already know he will help me wash my body and hair. Now his frustration is out he is back to being the lovable quidditch captain everybody knows him as.