Finally. Who: Oliver & Mandy When: Friday Night (Backdated) Where:The Ministry and then Oliver's House What: Oliver & Mandy finally shag. Warning: Smut. All of the smut.
Oliver had a thing for Mandy. He didn't know what that thing was, but there was a thing. She was pretty and sweet and didn't push him to be more or change. And she was pretty. He had a weakness for pretty girls.
Normally if there was a pretty girl around, Oliver would have shagged her silly a few times and moved on. But things kept getting in the way of Oliver shagging Mandy. It was starting to annoy him.
Tonight, he decided, was the night. He was going to shag Mandy damn all the odds. It was with that attitude that Oliver stood in the Artrium of the Ministry waiting for Mandy to walk by.
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Mandy had been working fairly hard after the holidays. She'd been putting in extra hours in the research lab and it showed. She was a little tired and her feet actually ached from standing on them all day without a break. She'd been overly involved in applications and hadn't thought of sitting down as she'd been thoroughly engrossed. Shedding her Ministry robe and hanging it up in her small cubicle, Mandy rolled her shoulders and straightened her skirt as she head into the atrium. She still had a couple of things to do before she could go home and that was almost disappointing.
Surprise registered on her face when she spotted Oliver pacing restlessly as he waited. She assumed it was for her and a smile slid over her lips. She liked Oliver. A lot. They'd spent a fair amount of time together over the past month and a half and she had to admit that it was definitely enjoyable. Of course, the sexual tension between them had grown to something almost unmanageable.
Tapping him on the shoulder, Mandy tilted her head. "This is a surprise," she said, happily. "Unless you're here to see someone else. And, that, of course, would be very disappointing."
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A grin spread over Oliver's face. He wrapped his arms around Mandy and picked her up with ease. "We are going home," he announced loudly with no mind to who might overhear. He was famous, after all.
Carrying Mandy towards the floos, Oliver cut in line and traveled back to his home. The house was warm and cozy and he liked it better now that Mandy was finally in it.
"You're staying here tonight," he said firmly.
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She laughed at his proclamation and gave an apologetic smile to the people in line he cut as they disappeared into the floo and landed in his house. She'd been there a couple of times but they'd always seemed to be interrupted by something or another and she had reason to hope that wouldn't happen tonight. Even being pressed against his body for just a moment had he waning more. Her heeled feet hit the ground as she slid down his hard body and she grinned.
"Am I now?" she asked, teasingly, sliding her hands up his chest, quite excited about the prospect. They'd done just about everything everywhere and the idea that this might FINALLY be the night had her achingly wet already and she'd barely been in his presence for two minutes.
"And what exactly, Mr. Wood," she murmured, letting her fingers brush over the fly of his trousers. "Are we going to be doing?"
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"I'm going to take you to bed," he said and sucked in a breath as he hardened under her touch. "And we are going to spend the next few hours snagging until we pass out from exhaustion. After that I will consider letting you go home, but it's not likely. You may not make it to work tomorrow."
Oliver picked her up again, taking off her shoes easily. Her heels hit the rug with a small thud. He cradled her in his arms and took her upstairs to his bedroom. The bed was perfectly made. Oliver never liked mess. Dropping Mandy on the bed, Oliver all but jumped on top of her and began to quickly pull her skirt down her legs.
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"Mmmm," Mandy murmured, smiling as his breath came in. "That sounds perfectly lovely." The idea of such hedonistic decadence was absolutely out of the norm for Mandy. She was a bit of a workaholic but staying in bed with Oliver for the next fifteen hours was so incredibly appealing. She wouldn't mind taking a day off if it meant she'd get to be wrapped in Oliver's arms and finally feel him moving inside of her. Just the thought had her letting out a small moan.
Her shoes slid off, thudding against the floor as he led them straight to his room. She smiled as he dropped her on the bed, her body bouncing lightly as he worked her skirt down her legs. Her black thigh highs were sexy as hell and she knew it. She'd purposely been wearing them in the hopes they'd eventually reach this point. Fingers quickly found the hem of his shirt as she yanked it over his head, hands finding the warm skin of his toned body.
"I've been waiting for this far too long," she murmured.
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Oliver leaned up enough to allow Mandy to remove his shirt before he leaned down again and kisses along the curve of her neck. A few thugs at her blouse and it ripped in his hands exposing her skin to him. Oliver told himself to slow down, but his body was having none of it.
With a groan, Oliver pulled Mandy's knickers down and kissed along her flat stomach. A gentleman would have asked if she was ready. Oliver couldn't remember to be a gentleman. He reached down to undo his belt and trousers, kicking them off along with his boxers and pushed himself into Mandy with a hard, low moan.
She was perfect. She felt perfect. She was so tiny and tight around him. He grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head. "You're perfect," he groaned, holding still for a moment to allow Mandy to get use to the feel of him inside of her.
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The urgency between them was to be expected. They'd spent months involved in tantalizing foreplay and she wasn't at all surprised it was coming to an explosive head. Her body arched into his as Oliver's lips moved desperately over the sensitive skin of her lips. Her blouse was easily discarded and her nipples beaded wantonly against the soft lace of her bra.
It was a surprise when she felt him push into her but a startled yelp of surprise quickly turned into a low groan as he stretched her so perfectly. Mandy's walls contracted around him, pulling him deeper as his hands bound her wrists. Her fingernails dug into her palms as she adjusted to the sheer size of him. She'd been aching to have him inside of her for months and now he finally was.
"Make me come," she demanded on a gasp, as her hips instinctively arched against his. "Please. I need you!"
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That was one thing Oliver knew he was capable of doing. He had proven that enough over the last few months. He grinned down at her and pressed a kiss to her lips. "So bossy," he teased before pulling back before he nearly slipped out, lingering for just a moment. "You're lucky I can't help myself." And with that, Oliver pushed back inside of his lover with a grunt. He found his rhythm easily, thrusting in and out of her slowly at first. He hadn't really been with anyone since Katie and be wasn't about to blow it by ending too soon.
Besides, he wanted to feel Mandy come undone while he was inside of her. "I want you to be loud, girl," he all but ordered her. Merlin, he loved to hear her scream for him.
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Mandy hadn't been with anyone in over a year and the pressure her walls felt as he pushed into her was so deliciously good. Her eyes met his, her own smile forming when he grinned down at her. He pulled back, causing her to gasp and eyes widen. She missed him keenly. He had her pinned and she wanted nothing more than to grab the hard muscle of his buttocks and force him back into her. With breath held in anticipation, she groaned as he sank back into her, nearly coming from just that one thrust. He had the amazing ability to send her flying apart over and over and she was desperate to find release.
The slow, steady rhythm had her writhing against him, needing more but his demand sent her the slightest bit over the edge and her first orgasm hit her, walls steadily contracting around him. "Oh fuck," she groaned, wrapping her thighs around him as she gave in. She wasn't surprised the first orgasm hit so hard. He could make her come unlike any other.
Worrying her lower lip, she shivered under him, blinking her large brown eyes at him. "Harder."
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It took a fair amount of will power for Oliver not to lose himself in that moment. Feeling Mandy tighten around him was nearly as good as flying. He groaned hard, forcing himself not to come along with her. His hands tightened around her wrists still pinned to the soft pillows.
Words were lost to him. Oliver could only act and when Mandy asked for it harder Oliver was more than happy to oblige. He rolled them over until Mandy was perched on top of him and grasped her tiny waist with his rough hands. Oliver began to lift Mandy up and down, watching with delight as her breasts bounced in the lace bra.
Oliver pushed up into Mandy as he brought her down upon him. It was brilliant. Her body was a perfect fit against his. Oliver was already leaving finger shaped bruises against her hips and he didn't care. No one else was going to see her this way but him from now on.
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Mandy groaned when she found herself on top of Oliver, thighs tightening around him as she began to ride him, guided by his large hands. His fingers were digging into her hips but she didn't care; everything was so intense and it was hard for her to focus on anything but the sheer pleasure that was taking over her body as she bounced on his cock. Unable to hold off his strength, she gave over to the sheer passion that was Oliver Wood.
She never wanted him to stop. It was so much more than she thought it'd be. Sitting back up, she leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs before sliding her bra over her head and tossing it off to the side of the bed before leaning back. She could feel another orgasm riding up, close to consuming, her hips picked up speed as loud noises fell from her lips.
"Oh my God, Oliver," she gasped. Why had they waited so long?
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The possessive growl had her walls clenching around him. There was a moment of sheer unrealized longing as his hands moved roughly over her and Mandy wasn't sure she could last any longer. The pressure building inside of her wouldn't allow it. It was so unexpected with him but he was so much more than people realized.
When his fingers ghosted over her overly sensitive clit and the gruff command fell from his lips, she couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to. A loud, keening cry followed as her orgasm hit her like a stubbing spell between the eyes. Her body writhed atop his, walls desperately and clenching over and over around his hard cock.
She collapsed against him, moaning his name, unable to do anything but gush around his hard cock, shaking on his chest.
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Oliver was so close to losing himself in her. He didn't wait for her orgasm to end before her picked her up and laid her down on her stomach. Entering her from behind, Oliver grunted over and over as he thrusted into her tightness. His only thought was on his own desire and need.
"Fuck. That's my girl," he groaned, slamming into her harder still. He must have been hurting her, but Oliver couldn't stop. He tangled his hand in her hair, pulling slightly as he raced towards orgasm. "Fuck!"
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She couldn't even say she was surprised when she suddenly found herself on her knees, Oliver fucking her from behind. She was still pulsing around him, contracting, pulling him deeper as she continued to come. She wasn't even sure how she was still upright when she realized Oliver was holding her in place. "Oh fuck yes," she cried, the new angle causing him the stretch her further and move deeper.
She came again, his cock hitting just the right spot and Mandy saw stars. Everything was too much for her sensitive body. She couldn't take much more. He was fucking her so bloody hard. Each slam of his hips against her arse just heightened the intensity of her orgasm.
"Come," she moaned, looking behind her, watching him pound into her, his own orgasm so close. "Inside me."
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With his fingers digging into Mandy hard and his body slamming against hers roughly, Oliver groaned out as he came inside of her. He couldn't believe how bloody good it felt. His body was on fire, pleasure spreading over every inch of his body. This woman was the best shag he'd ever had.
His thrusts slowed and Oliver fought to catch his breath. Slowly he pulled out of her, still hard as hell. He was going to want her again. And again. And again. Something about how innocent and sweet she appeared drove him crazy. He wanted her to be wild and naughty.
"Lay on top of me," he demanded softly.
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flopping down in a sexually sated heap. She was nearly spent and she couldn't believe how utterly energized she felt at the same time.
Mandy barely heard his words but she managed to roll over and slide along him, her quivering center brushing against his still hard cock. "That was amazing," she murmured against his chest, heart pounding as she tried to catch her breath.
Mandy brushed an almost shy kiss against the hard muscle of his chest, propping her chin on her hands as she stared at him, a small, satisfied smile in her lips. She shivered and raised a brow. "You're very virile," she teased, in reference to his still hard cock.
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Sliding a hand to her perfect bum, Oliver shifted her just slightly so he could continue to rub himself against her wetness. He moaned softly, loving the feel of her against his cock.
"You're inspiring," he teased and kissed her head gently. "My very own seductress who, apparently, comes even harder when I'm inside of her. It's a beautiful thing. But I'm going to need a long taste of you soon. As soon as you are ready." Oliver lightly smacked her bare bottom and grinned at her.
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His cock slid against her wet folds and she let out a surprised whimper. She was so amazingly sensitive and her body instantly responded to the feel of him sliding against her. Her hips shifted if their own volition, rubbing him just a bit harder as she shivered.
"You can't really blame me," she gasped, when the the head of his cock hit her clit in the lost tantalizing way. "You're quite large."
She felt like she was on fire again and once her breath had evened out and she'd regained some strength, she smiled at him, sliding down til her lips were hovering over him, tongue darting out to taste them both before her lips engulfed him.
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Well, fuck. Just as Oliver was about to push inside of Mandy again he felt her slide down his body and wrap her perfectly soft lips around his hard cock. Oliver thrusted up into her mouth, groaning hard. Merlin. She was incredible.
He told himself to be gentle, but Oliver found that nearly impossible with Mandy. He craved release with her and couldn't hold back until he found it. Holding her head with one hand, Oliver forced himself not to lose control. "That's perfect," he groaned. "I want you to suck my cock every fucking day," he said and pulled her hair lightly. "Faster "
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He was huge and all the moreso when he was filling her mouth. Her tongue teased, hand jouning the rhythm of her mouth as his fingers tangled in her hair. He tasted salty and tangy... Like both of them and she felt her body quicken, pussy contracting.
Taking a moment to steady herself, she sucked him deeply taking him fully into her mouth, eyes watering as she tried to accommodate him. She wanted him to lose control I her mouth... In her pussy. She didn't care. Her free hand slid downward, brushing against her clit, gasping around his cock at the contact.
"You're so big," she whispered, tongue ghosting over the slit of his hard length.
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Christ. Oliver wasn't going to last long with what Mandy was doing to him. She was damn good. Fuck fuck fuck, he thought before exploding abruptly in her mouth. Oliver groaned loudly, moaning Mandy's name as he came in her mouth.
He wanted her with such a intense desire that it almost worried him. She was perfection and sexy as hell and he could lose himself in her over and over. Oliver held her head to his throbbing cock, wanting the warmth of her mouth around him as long as possible.
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She was surprised when he came but she licked every drop clean, swallowing everything he'd given her. Her lips gently sucked on him, making sure he was done before she slowly let him slide from her lips. Mandy sat up, tossing her hair over her shoulder and delicately brushing the corner of her lips with her fingertip before sliding back up his body.
"Good?" She asked, amusement dancing I her eyes as she brushed a light kiss to his chin. There was something about this man that just made her lose all inhibitions and control. She wanted him. All the time.
Stretched out above him, Mandy was content in her current position, happy to feel his strength under her. "So perfect," she murmured.
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For a few moments Oliver was unable to form words. His mind had dissolved into a puddle of satisfaction and contentment. He vaguely realized that Mandy had moved up his body, but couldn't do much about it aside from enjoying the feel of her against his skin.
Thoughts began to form again and Oliver turned his head to kiss his lover lightly. His hand ran up and down her smooth back. "Amazing," he mumbled. Occasionally his hand strayed to brush against her breasts, his fingers gliding over her nipples. "I like this side of you."
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Mandy watched with amusement as Oliver recovered, satisfied in her ability to pleasure him. It was rather rewarding, really. She liked it. Her lips lightly met his and she smiled, tucking her head against his chest as they relaxed into the warmth of his bed. "Good," she murmured, shivering under his touch. It was just so easy for him to pull a response from her and she couldn't quite believe how much power he actually had over her. She was pretty sure she'd do whatever she could to make this man happy.
Rising up, she brushed her long hair over her shoulder and raised a brow. "What side of me?" she asked, propping her head on her hand. Something seemed to have shifted between them. Maybe it was in her head but she'd spent a fair amount of time with him over the last month and a half and this was a little different. Of course, it could just be the sex. She'd been impatient but she was actually rather glad they'd decided to wait.
"The side that loves when you do unspeakably wicked things to my body?" she teased.
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"No," he said and brushed some hair out of her face. "Well, yeah, that side too. But I mean I like you when you're wrapped around me like this and... I don't know. Just like this." He wasn't the most articulate man out there especially at the moment. Oliver was too relaxed to put any real effort into thinking.
"Stay there," he said and left the bed, walking naked out of his bedroom. A few minutes passed before he appeared again carrying a tray with two glasses of water and some biscuits. He set it on the table next to the bed before laying down again and pulling Mandy back against him.
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Mandy smiled, perfectly content to lay where she was. It was nice, really. She didn't remember feeling this much... affection for someone. "I'd never have expected this in a million years," she admitted, when he came back, reaching over him to grab a biscuit. Her and Oliver Wood? Well, yeah. It was unexpected. They were, for all intensive purposes, from two different worlds. She wouldn't have pegged herself to even hit anywhere on his radar. Sitting up, she crossed her legs, hair tumbling over her breasts as she thoughtfully ate her cookie.
"You know," she said, smiling. "This makes little to no sense and logically, I find it a bit of an enigma. But I like it. Whatever this is." She knew he wasn't involved with anyone else and she also knew that Oliver didn't really stick around for weeks on end and not sleep with someone. She wasn't naive. She concluded that this might be a little bit more than what she'd originally thought it'd be.
It'd been weeks and they were finally getting around to engaging in sex and it had been... she sighed. Blissful. She was a little sore but it was worth every bruise and every twinge. "I like you," she said, lacing her fingers with his. "Not because of the Quidditch or your money." In fact, she could probably live without that but still. "Maybe a little bit for your whiskey cellar," she teased.
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Oliver didn't eat sweets, but he always had them around for his guests. And apparently for beautiful women after a round of intense sex. The crumbs in his bed would drive Oliver crazy, but he suspected a few crumbs were worth it.
He listened to her, his fingers playing with the ends of her long hair. He liked brunettes. A few weeks ago Oliver would have said he liked any type of witch, but now he found that brunettes were really his favorite.
Oliver Wood wasn't known for thinking things through. Once something felt right he went with gut. And his gut was telling him that Mandy was good for him. Leaning up, Oliver kissed her lightly. "I like you, too. And you're welcome to visit my whisky cellar anytime you'd like."
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Mandy was very fastidious and when she was done, she made sure the crumbs were out of the bed. She hated when food got stuck to her in any venue. She glanced down, watching his fingers graze over the ends of her hair and smiled. It was nice. She liked this moment with him. Of course, the post-coital, orgasmic bliss she was feeling didn't hurt but this was wonderfully nice. Sighing contentedly, Mandy grinned at his admission. Her hand found his chest as he leaned up to kiss her and she smiled at his words, unable to help herself.
"Well," she said, happily leaning over his chest, nipples brushing against him. "I will take that offer and visit it and you very, very often." She leaned in, brushing her lips over his, tongue darting out playfully as her hand slid up, thumb moving over the rough stubble on his jaw. She loved kissing him. She didn't want to stop. His affect on her shouldn't be this intense. Not for two people who barely knew each other.
"How're Natioanls going," she murmured, leaving a trail of kisses over his jaw, pulling away just slightly.
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"Careful," he warned as her body brushed against his. Oliver had every intention of having another go with Mandy, but he needed a bit of time to rest before he was ready for her. "Don't go getting me excited just yet." Even as he said it, Oliver moved his hand to her breast, stroking her nipple lightly.
"It's all right. We have a decent team. I suppose I'm just not as interested as I should be. I'll be glad when I'm done playing, I think. It isn't as fun as it was before." Most people didn't understand Oliver's decision to step down from Quidditch. It wasn't that he wasn't capable. Oliver was still the best Keeper in the league. But quidditch had become about fame and gossip and money. It didn't feel pure any longer.
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Mandy laughed and then a surprised gasp fell from her lips as his fingers began to lightly tease her nipples. Heat instantly flashed between her thighs and her nipples pebbled into hard, erect beads. "You're one to talk," she said, sucking in her breath. His touch was addicting. They'd just made love and she wanted him again. It was a new sensation for her, this overwhelming desire to have him always buried inside of her.
She listened to him, nodding. He'd been playing for so long that it wasn't surprising he was burning out. Of course, she didn't know him as well as his Quidditch counterparts but she could appreciate wanting to go out on top. "That's good," she said, tracing patterns over his chest. "I don't think I'd mind having more time with you. Of course, I've already got my Scotland jersey for your games." She grinned and brushed a quick kiss off of him. " Do you mind if I take a shower?" she asked, shifting to move from the bed.
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He was loathe to let her go, but Oliver nodded. "Go ahead," he said and pointed to a door across his large suite. "Through there. There are towels in the cabinet and anything else you need should be in there. I'll send Elmia to fetch some of your things from your flat." It wasn't a question of if Mandy was staying, but for how long. Oliver didn't want her to have a reason to leave.
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Mandy nodded and quickly leaned down to give him a quick kiss before she was off the bed and padding across the floor to his bathroom, just as comfortable naked as he was. This was turning out to be a very perfect Friday and she was feeling wonderfully content.
The bathroom was large and spacious and the shower looked amazing. Turning the water on and stepping in, she sighed happily as the heat embraced her. She had to admit that today had been something else. Something she wasn't sure she could quite believe.
Everything in here smelled like Oliver and by the time she was done, so did she. Sighing happily, she stepped out, wrapping herself in a large towel and quickly used another to dry out her hair.
Heading back into the bedroom, she paused next to him, not wanting to get his sheets wet. "That is one amazing shower," she said.
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Oliver grinned and sat up to pull her in the bed, wet sheets be damned. "We're going to take a nap and then I'm taking you out for dinner," he said with a slight yawn. Wrapping his arms around Mandy and kissing the top of her head, Oliver pulled the blankets over them and held her until they both dozed off.