Another day at Hogwarts right before another Quidditch game. You head down to the fields to get ready to play. You're almost ready to play when Wood says he needs to see you. You go under a tent to see him and he says he needs to talk about some strategic play, but he doesn't seem normal. He's shakey, and he doesn't look as confident as normal. "Wood, what's wrong?" you ask him.
"I don't know if it'll work."
"Wood, you're the best Quidditch captain we've had since I've been here, and we have Potter, and the twins--"
"I'm not talking about that."
"Then what are you talking about?"
"This."
"This?"
"Yes this." He says walking towards you, forcing you to walk backwards so you're right up against the back of the tent.
"Wood, what are you doing?"
"Preparing for the game, we won't get lucky there if I don't get lucky now..." he says with a rather odd grin on his face that you'd never seen before...and you liked it..
"So...do you want this to be a lucky game?" he asks you.
"Oh, I'm more than willing to make this a lucky game," you say before you can think to say anything else.
He pulls out his wand and in a flash al you're quidditch gear is on the ground in a pile. He then starts to take of the rest of your clothes and you let him, while you, fumbling with his quidditch gear, enjoy all of it. He gets off your stuff and you're completely...undressed. He sees that you're having troubles so he magics his clothes off as well, and they are now in a big pile next to yours.
Your first thought at this. He. Is. Huge. You then mumble out, "Will it fit?" and he just takes a long look at you before saying, "Lets see."
You thought he was going to go right for it, he tells you to lay on the ground, using the piles of clothes as a pillow, so you do, waiting for him. Once you're down he stands over you, you think he's about to enter, and you close your eyes, waiting. Then you feel it. It hurts. A lot. You yell, "Oliver!" really loudly, and you open your eyes, only to see that he has gotten the end of a broomstick up there. You give Oliver a very odd look, and he notices and replies with, "It'll fit." He then get right over you, no room for a broomstick to sneak in this time, and you close your eyes again. Then he starts.
There's no 'nice and slow' here for you, he goes full speed, hard as he can, adn as deep too. It's horrible pain...but in a good way. You try not to scream so no one can hear you. Then as you think you're about to, he finishes.
You get up and get dressed, and proceed to play quidditch. Brighside is, you won.
The end.
"I don't know if it'll work."
"Wood, you're the best Quidditch captain we've had since I've been here, and we have Potter, and the twins--"
"I'm not talking about that."
"Then what are you talking about?"
"This."
"This?"
"Yes this." He says walking towards you, forcing you to walk backwards so you're right up against the back of the tent.
"Wood, what are you doing?"
"Preparing for the game, we won't get lucky there if I don't get lucky now..." he says with a rather odd grin on his face that you'd never seen before...and you liked it..
"So...do you want this to be a lucky game?" he asks you.
"Oh, I'm more than willing to make this a lucky game," you say before you can think to say anything else.
He pulls out his wand and in a flash al you're quidditch gear is on the ground in a pile. He then starts to take of the rest of your clothes and you let him, while you, fumbling with his quidditch gear, enjoy all of it. He gets off your stuff and you're completely...undressed. He sees that you're having troubles so he magics his clothes off as well, and they are now in a big pile next to yours.
Your first thought at this. He. Is. Huge. You then mumble out, "Will it fit?" and he just takes a long look at you before saying, "Lets see."
You thought he was going to go right for it, he tells you to lay on the ground, using the piles of clothes as a pillow, so you do, waiting for him. Once you're down he stands over you, you think he's about to enter, and you close your eyes, waiting. Then you feel it. It hurts. A lot. You yell, "Oliver!" really loudly, and you open your eyes, only to see that he has gotten the end of a broomstick up there. You give Oliver a very odd look, and he notices and replies with, "It'll fit." He then get right over you, no room for a broomstick to sneak in this time, and you close your eyes again. Then he starts.
There's no 'nice and slow' here for you, he goes full speed, hard as he can, adn as deep too. It's horrible pain...but in a good way. You try not to scream so no one can hear you. Then as you think you're about to, he finishes.
You get up and get dressed, and proceed to play quidditch. Brighside is, you won.
The end.
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