Tonight, Ravenclaw Tower buzzes with excitement, celebrating their victory in today’s Quidditch match against your house. The victory party is still gathering momentum, waiting for everyone to arrive. Your charming new boyfriend, Lucas, invited you to join the festivities right after catching the snitch, securing the win for Ravenclaw. Without hesitation, you said yes. Now, the two of you are in his dorm room, taking a moment to freshen up before heading down. He flashes a smile, his sea-green eyes roaming your body as his pulse quickens at the sight of you.

"Will you wear my Quidditch jersey to the party, baby?" He asks, his voice low and velvety as he steps closer, holding the jersey out firmly. "It’ll let everyone know you’re officially off the market… my girl."

"Hmm... let me think," You tease, winking at him playfully as you cock a hip to the side. Then, stepping forward with a sway of your hips, you close the distance between you. Stopping just before him, your sly smirk deepens as your fingers slide the jersey from his hands. He lets go without resistance, his lips parting as he watches you intently. "Yes, of course I will. It would be an honor, baby."

His jersey proudly displays his last name, 'Adams,' printed in bold letters across the back, with the number '07' beneath it. You slowly slip out of your dress, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you briefly in your lacy bra and panties, his eyes never leaving you. Then, you pull the jersey over your head, the soft fabric sliding against your skin. The oversized fit causes one side to slip off your shoulder, the hem brushing just above your mid-thigh, feeling incredibly comfortable.

"Fuck, you look so damn good in my jersey," He murmurs, licking his lips. "I’m not sorry to say it might be awhile before we join the others downstairs," He admits with a grin, his eyes darkened with desire. Beckoning you closer with a curl of his finger, he adds, "Come here, my sweet. The party can wait… but I don’t think I can."