"Oli, you need to relax!" your voice resounded through the Gryffindor dorm. "You've been non-stop with all your assignments and quidditch, I'm getting worried about you." You sighed and sat on the edge of Olivers bed, watching him relentlessly pace around the room.
"I can't stop, y/n!" Oliver said, "my body just doesn't let me relax."
"Then let me help you, you need to, after that match" you stood, and locked eyes with the brunette.
Oliver bit his lip. He couldn't argue with that, it was a nail-biting match, with everyone thinking Slytherin would take the win until Harry caught the snitch and Gryffindor won by 15 points. It had put an unruly amount of stress on the spectators, let alone the players.
Oliver sank into a chair, letting out a sigh, "What exactly do you have in mind, love?"
You grinned and walked over to him. You pressed your lips to his, but when you feel him starting to kiss you back, you move away and sunk down to your knees.
"L-love?" Oliver stuttered. You were more a receiver than a giver, but he never said no to a blowjob. He quickly locked the door with a charm before discarding his wand.
You unbuttoned his quidditch uniform and tapped his thigh so he could lift his hips and removed his pants and boxers, causing his cock to spring out and stand up, showing that he was turned on, with a bit of pre-cum leaking out of the tip.
You grinned again at the sight, causing Oliver to groan, throwing his head back when you spit on your hand and stroke him to his full length.
You place a kiss on the tip, collecting his juices on your lips. You start as his base, slowly moving your hand up and down his length all the while. A vein protruding out on the underside of his shaft gets peppered with kisses and you follow it to the top again.
"Are you going to stop being such a tease, love" Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"shushhh" you say, wrapping my lips around his tip, tasting more of the salty beads now resting in the middle of your tounge. You take more of him bit by bit until you can feel him in the back of my throat. You stroke the rest of what your mouth can't fit, squeezing here and there, making Oliver's hips start to buckle.
Your gagging reflex acts up once he does this, and Oliver lets out a small moan when he feels your throat contracting around him. You start to bob my head slowly up and down, one hand holding his hips down while the other stays firmly on his base between the beginning of his length and his pelvis.
Oliver lets out a bunch of: "fuck, just there.." and "good godric, y/n" along with some whimpers and moans. But you perk up when you hear the words "shit, I'm close, I'm gonna cum..."
You pick up my pace and Oliver's muscles go taut, his cock impossibly tighter, but he collapses when you move your hand from his length to the underside of his balls.
Oliver lets out a low moan, and you can feel his hot ropes of cum paint the walls of your throat and the inside of your mouth, some spilling out of the corners of your lips. You continue to roll his balls around in your hand, massaging here and there and helping him ride out his high.
Oliver's chest is heaving, when he figures out how to breathe normally again he nearly looses it at the sight of you standing up, licking cum off your fingers that collected the excess on your chin. You swallow thickly, the remains of his cum being swept down into your stomach.
Oliver pulls you into a kiss as you straddle him with your legs on either side of the chair. You pull away and your foreheads meet, both of you are fine just being in each others company when Oliver leans back and holds his face in your hands. None of you say a thing, the silence getting heavy in the room.
Eventually, you are the one to break it.
"Never took you to be so vocal, Oli," you smirked, knowing how much your teasing got him worked up, "never heard anyone moan that loud in my life, don't think anyone has." Oliver grinned.
"You'll be taking those words back tonight."