Harry Potter x Reader Oneshots!

Upstairs - Oliver Wood

this was a dream i had, and it was CRAZY. !TW! low key kinda kinky and dirty and dark. don't read if you're not into that<3

The beat was bumping and I was sweating like mad, but the party in the Gryffindor common room was definitley the best one I had ever been to.

I felt like I was on fire. I was tipsy for sure, dancing up on whoever approached me.

Oliver was upstairs in his dorm, taking a shower. We had won the Quidditch World Cup, and he was as happy as I had ever seen him.

"Y/n!" Someone yelled, squeezing through the crowd towards me.

"Hi!" I cried, throwing my arms around their neck.

"Uhm, heh- It's Harry!" the boy said, manuvering around me awkwardly and fixing his glasses.

"Hi sweet boy, what do you need?" I asked, still swaying to the music.

"Wood was looking for you. He-"

"What is going on here." Oliver asked, seeming to Apparate next to us.

"Hi baby," I crooned, "Harry and I were just dancing together!"

The poor boy blushed, distangling himself from me real fast.

Oliver smiled grimly at Harry, then grabbed my wrist, pulling me close.

"You're really getting loose, tonight, huh? Are you forgetting yourself?"

I shrugged. "Probably a little bit. Let me have some fun, love! C'mon-"

He ground his teeth together, and small sparks began to tingle up and down my spine. He was jealous.

"Ollie?" I smirked, tracing his jaw, catching his attention. "Do you want to go upstairs?"

He chewed on his lower lip, looking me up and down and then at the people around us.

"Yeah. I think I need to teach you a lesson."

I threw my head back, laughing, as he tugged me up the stairs to his dormitory.

He was so possesive, it was funny. I didn't have a punishment kink, or anything... probably.

I just thought it was funny when Ollie was mad. He was normally so laid back except for in Quidditch.

He stormed up to his dorm and pushed me inside, locking the door and casting a silencing spell.

He began taking off his clothes, hanging up his sweater and folding his pants. He was taking his time- I could see the small, devilish grin in the corner of his mouth.

"Sweet boy," I trilled, turning around. "Will you unzip my dress?"

He chuckled.

"Figure it out yourself."

I sighed.

"I guess you'll just have to fuck me with it on."

He shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

"Fine. Lay down, ass up."

I smirked, and did as he asked.

Oliver licked his lips, and murmured his appreciation as I stuck my ass in the air, my short red leather skirt showing off my lacy panties.

"Alright lovely. Seeing you like this has got me all worked up. You know the deal."

I sighed, and slid off the bed, my nipples peaking in the chill air.
He unzipped his pants, reaching for his cock.

I took it from him, the tip red and leaking.
"Ollie," I murmured, beginning to stroke him.
His eyes slid closed, brows creased and mouth slightly open.
"Sweet boy," I chuckled, fondling his balls as I rubbed my thumb over his tip.

"Merlin, I'm so sensitive to you," he groaned, sounding frustrated.

I wanted to laugh. "You're close?"
He opened an eye, glaring down at me.
"You know what, get on the bed. You have to remember who's in control right now."

I rolled my eyes, trying to appear indifferent, but secretly I was dripping for this man. Oliver and I hadn't had a good raw fuck in a long time. 

He tugged off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. 

 "You're so hot!" I chirped, making him laugh. 

 "That's gross. Don't say that."

I sat on the bed and shimmied out of my skirt, throwing it onto the ground. 

Ollie's eyes traced my form, admiring my lacy panties. 

 "I'm not gonna be able to-"

I threw my head back. "I don't care if you last or not, just fuck me!"

He took off his trousers and climbed over me, breathing heavily. 

 "Are you slick?" he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my jaw. 

My pulse fluttered. I rubbed my hands over his shoulders, scratching lightly at his back. 

His elbows buckled, and he let out a soft groan. 

 "Feel for yourself," I giggled, winding my fingers through his brown locks. 

Oliver traced a finger down between my breasts, around my belly button and began to rub my clit through my panties. 

It felt so good. I could feel his calloused fingertips through the thin fabric, pleasing me so slowly. 

 "Ollie," I hummed, girating my hips, forcing his touch into my heat. 

 "Alright." 

He moved up, unzipping his pants. 

 "Roll over. I can reach deeper from behind."

 "Aww, you're sweet-oh!"

He slipped into me, pressing his chest to my back, using his knee against the bed to hit hard.

My jaw hung open, eyes rolling back as he moved fast. 

 "Merlin, fuck-" he moaned, resting his forhead on my neck. 

God, the sounds that we made together. His thighs slapped against my ass, and I could feel my juices leaking out of me. 

 "Ollie!" His tip brushed that one spot, sending tingles shooting up my spine. 

 "I'm close- oh fuck!"

We were both sweating, and his thrusts became sloppy, rough, his hand on my hip clamping down hard. 

The bed began to jostle, headboard hitting the wall. 

Oliver came hard, shooting up into me and triggering my own orgasm. 

 "Shit!" I moaned, smashing my face into the mattress as I arched my ass into him. 

 "God, you're good." He panted, pulling out. 

I felt his hand against my pussy, scraping his cum back into me. 

I rolled over, hair sticking to my forehead. 

 "Have I learned my lesson?"

Oliver rolled his eyes, huffing a breat and ruffling his damp hair. 

 "Let's go back down. But you dance with me, yeah? Just us two for the rest of the night."

I sat up, pressing a kiss to his abdomen. 

 "Fine with me."

Grrr hope y'all liked this! I know I haven't uploaded in a while but thanks for all the support regardless!

<3,

Luna