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Title: Mine
Pairing: Oliver Wood x Female!Reader
Word count: 1.8k
Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore
Oliver Wood was the handsome captain of Gryffindor’s quidditch team and your boyfriend. The boy was crushing on you for months, before he finally confessed his feelings for you, after months of nagging from Fred and George Weasley.
You had liked him before, he was attractive after all, not to mention funny. You loved how passionately he talked about Quidditch, even when it was already clear that noone wanted to hear another word. You smiled at his behaviour from afar, but dared to make no steps further.
When he finally got the courage, you thought he was having a laugh and you did tell him to go and humour someone else, but he didn’t give up convincing you. When you finally realised that he meant every word of his confession, you simply threw your arms around him and kissed him happily.
Since then you have been a power couple and you loved every moment of it. He was your man and he loved to remind you of that. One way or another.
You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, your legs thrown over Oliver’s lap, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other laying on top of your thigh, whilst he was hiding his face in your neck. You were quietly listening as your friend was complaining about the boy she has been interested in. You tried to give your complete attention to her, but it was a very hard task as your boyfriend attempted to sabotage you.
“You smell so sweet.” He murmured into your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your body, goosebumps appearing on your skin as he bit into a sensitive spot.
“Oliver!” You scolded him in a whisper as you tried to concentrate on your friend’s rumbling, but as soon as you felt his hand wander upwards your thigh, your breath hitched.
“I love the school uniform. But you know what I love even more? When you take it off.” He chuckled, his low tone making your heart beat faster.
“Oliver!” You growled lightly, not wanting your friend to notice your boyfriend’s affectionate behaviour. “Can you stop?” You asked, concentration long gone from the conversation you were having with your friend.
“You promised to be with me today. Only with me. But here we are, listening to whatever your friend is saying. I haven’t been listening to tell you the truth.” He shrugged, but you couldn’t stop the silent giggle to leave your lungs.
“I know, babe. But she needs me.” You tried in a soft tone, but he just growled.
“I need you too.” He hinted a small kiss on your neck, making you squirm in your place.
“I promised to sleep in your room tonight. Is that not good enough?” You raised a brow as you pulled his face out of your neck and looked into his eyes. “I promise you, all my attention will be yours when you come back from practice. How does that sound?” You offered and you could see a tiny mischievous smile hiding in the corner of his pouting lips.
“Hey, are you listening to me?” Your friend asked in a sharp tone, making you squint.
“Yes, yes, Oliver is just going.” You attempted to save the situation.
“Aye, just get rid of me.” He scoffed, but you knew he was just playfully sulking.
“I would never. I love you.” You kissed him as you took your legs from his lap and let him stand up. “I will see you later, babe.” You pulled him down once again and kissed him longer, sweeter.
“Kiss me like that again and I will not even go to practice.” He spoke as his eyes remained closed, still under the affects of your kiss.
“You wouldn’t do that.” You chuckled. “Just go. You will get loads of my kisses when you come back.” You winked and by the look on his face, you knew he was debating to pick you up and run upstairs with you or to leave and attend his quidditch practice. He let out a loud sigh, before turning around, shaking his head to go upstairs, collecting his quidditch uniform.
“So where was I?” Your friend asked as she started off on another rant about how the boy was useless and gave her mixed signals. You wanted to feel sorry and wanted to comfort her, but you couldn’t. You loved your boyfriend more than you thought you ever would and it made it really hard to feel empathetic especially when you were so happy, you were almost walking above the ground on little pink clouds.
You were listening to your friend for another hour, before you went to your room to take a shower, get into your pyjamas and pack some of your most necessary items into your small bag. You walked over to the male dormitory, heading up to Oliver’s room. You knew his roommates were gone, for some reason, it never caused an issue for him to send them away as if he had some kind of a power over them. You didn’t mind though. You had more time to spend with him, alone, your bodies tangled up under the heavy duvet.
As you walked into his room, you threw your bag beside his bed and jumped on the soft mattress. You took out your book and laid across the bed, body parts thrown across each corner of the bed. Then your attention deterred from the book as you recognised the piece of clothing hanging on the side of the bed. His quidditch jersey. A playful smile appeared across your face as you placed your book back into your bad and stood up to reach for the clothing.
You pulled his jersey closer to you, hugging it around your body, his scent involuntarily finding its way into your nostrils. You heaved a deep, satisfied sigh as an idea popped into your head, making you smile.
You quickly took off your pyjamas and pulled his jersey over your body, its bottom reaching just below your butt. You snickered as you pulled the neck of the clothing to your nose, inhaling his scent happily.
You were about to head to the bathroom to check how you looked when the door flew open, a groaning quidditch captain throwing his bag down beside the entrance as he shut the door loudly, before his eyes met yours.
He raised his brow questioningly as his brown irises wandered down your body, taking in each and every exposed inch he has found.
“What did I do to deserve such a beautiful sight?” He asked as his tongue darted out of his mouth, wetting his lips, his lustful dark brown eyes finally meeting yours.
“I just thought I would try it on.” You chuckled with a shrug, the clothing rolling up slightly as your shoulders moved upwards. You have seen Oliver forgetting his eyes on you before, you have seen his lustful gaze more often than ever, but this time his expression felt more dominant, more possessive.
“Well, you are gorgeous.” He breathed, stepping closer, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you against his chest. “What made you put it on?” He asked as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hinting tiny kisses on the surface of your skin.
“It smelled like you and I missed you. It made me feel closer to you.” You spoke with a slight blush across your cheeks, feeling your ears heat up at your straightforward confession.
“I told you I should have stayed with you.” He sighed as he pulled back enough to look into your eyes, his mischievous gaze attached to yours. “But if I recall correctly, you promised me your complete attention and loads of your kisses, am I right?” A cocky smirk taking over his lips as he heard your light giggles.
“When have I ever declined a kiss from you?” You asked as you threw your arms around his neck, crossing them behind him.
“Never. You wouldn’t be able to do that.” He grinned as he bit into his bottom lip, his eyes focused on your pink ones. He leaned closer, his mouth grazing yours, the distance between you almost painful as you felt his breathing against your skin, making you slightly shiver.
“I would.” You breathed, but your head felt dizzy, your breathing shaky under his intense stare and closeness. “No, I wouldn’t.” You confessed as you closed the space between you, pulling him closer, melting your lips together with his. Each time you kissed him, you felt like falling in love with him over and over again.
You didn’t understand how he did it, but his simple presence made you feel giddy and just plain happy. You could have just watched him all day and you knew you wouldn’t be able to remove the smile from your face. He just made you happy even by simply existing.
As you parted you hid your face in his neck, covering the heavy blush on your cheeks.
“I am now certain you wouldn’t.” He chuckled happily, kissing your temple. “But if it’s any consolation, I would never be able to keep myself away from you.” He smiled sweetly as you unhid yourself, looking up into his big brown eyes.
“You wouldn’t?” You asked, a cheeky grin spreading across your face.
“I almost missed Quidditch because of you today.” He raised a brow, proving his point.
“I’m glad then, but I would never ask you to miss Quidditch.” You smiled sweetly, caressing his cheek with your thumb.
“And I would never decline a kiss from you.” He chuckled confidently as you hit him across the chest.
“Oh hush, Wood.” You giggled and pulled him down for another kiss, feeling his hands wondering under his spare quidditch jersey, feeling your warm skin under his touch.
“You should wear this more often, love.” He breathed into the kiss.
“I definitely will.” You replied quickly, capturing his lips again.
Although it was your first time putting on his jersey, it wasn’t the last. His jersey on you made him feel as if you have completely belonged to him and he voiced it on many occasions, whispering into your ears “Mine”, enjoying as his words made you blush harder under his intense gaze.