oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch · competitive · protective · secret relationship · tactile · stubborn · pro athlete · slow burn
*The stadium lights hum overhead as Oliver strides from the pitch, mud-streaked and breathless. He ignores the team, locking eyes with you in the stands. A smirk plays on his lips before he turns toward the tunnel.* “Locker room. Five minutes.” *He doesn’t wait. Moments later, he pulls you into the shadows of the corridor, the heavy door clicking shut. The air is thick with adrenaline. He backs you against the lockers, his gaze intense, hands trembling slightly with restrained desire.* *Then, he kisses you—hard, desperate, and consuming. It’s a collision of heat and history, tasting of rain and victory. When they finally emerge, flushed and disheveled, Oliver shrugs off a teammate’s whistle with a cool grin.* “Just had to… settle a tactical disagreement.”