bmth imagine


*20 years later*

Your Kid: hey mom what did you do when you were young?

You: obsessed over bands

Your husband: Mostly my band

Oli Sykes Imagine - Age Gap

“Morning y/n, how are you?” Oli asked as he pulled you out a chair next to him, you were stood with your breakfast smiling at him like an idiot.
Eventually you sat. “Good morning, I’m still hanging a bit from last night but all good! What are we doing today?”
You had gone out last night to celebrate your 18th birthday, although it was a few months ago nobody has had time to go out until last night. You got an apprenticeship in events management and had landed yourself work touring with bands, and luckily for you it was with Bring Me The Horizon. You were worried that try would treat you like an underdog, or just ignore you as you were only staff. But they were actually lovely and the last few months they had accepted you as their own, especially Oli. Currently you were at Reading Festival which made life even more amazing as you were seeing so many bands walking around, but at the moment you were just backstage at one of the tables. You ate your food in the comfortable few minutes silence.
“We’ll I’m sure we will have a lot more like that so you’ll have to get used to it and we are on at 9pm we have a signing at 5pm so nearly the entire day to ourselves” he laughed and smiled that smile, a smile that could melt your heart.
You looked at him and smiled creating a silence again. You admired his tattoos, you’d never know how many he had, maybe there were so many now it just classed as one.
“Hey, if we have the morning free you could take me to get a tattoo, I mean you don’t have to, I understand if not, it is your morning off” you were stuttering, you hoped he would say yes.
“Of course, that sounds great. Did you want just us to go y'know so the boys don’t see you crying” he winked and you went to playfully hit it but he grabbed your hand and opened your palm flat pulling it down to your side whilst entwining his fingers with your own.
“Oli mate” one of the crew shouted causing him to drop your hand. “Can we do some interviews today?” He asked.
“Can we do it later, I’m going out first?” Oli shouted back. “Oli, you can stay I don’t mind” you said quietly. “ No I want to go”
You sat in the taxi together in silence, you thought about him the entire time, the way his chest moved as he took each breath and the way he played with his fingers every now and then. Although, he kept checking his phone which worried you, it shouldn’t have done but it did, according to the boys he was single, but he might not be, but he did hold your hand. Then again, you were 18, he was 13 years older than you, maybe he was trying to act like an older brother or something. You liked him so much, but how could he ever feel the same, you were probably just an annoying little girl that he has to take to get a tattoo done because you were too scared.
“Earth to y/n, we’re here” Oli snapped his fingers in your face. You must’ve been parked for a few seconds before you noticed you’d stopped.
“Oh, yeah sorry! How much do I owe you” you asked the taxi drive, fumbling around in your bag looking for money for her.
“It’s alright I’ll do it, thank you love” Oli payed her and walked round the other side helping you out.
“Are you okay? You seem a little out of it? You can get tattooed another day I’ll take you” Oli asked you grabbing your hand to take you out.
“No, I’m fine, in a bit of a daydream, I want to get it done today, it means a lot” you let go if his hand as you got up and walked shopwards"
You had got into the shop before Oli who was lagging behind for some reason.
Somebody had cancelled so they had space that day, which was lucky. You showed him what you wanted it was your favourite bmth song lyrics, you didn’t really wanted Oli knowing about it but you also wanted his company, but it didn’t really matter anyway considering he still hasn’t caught up.
By the time the artist had drawn it up and went to put the stencil on you, he finally came through the door. “Sorry I thought you might want a drink” he handed you a coffee and looked at your sheepishly.
The artist asked you to take your top off as you wanted it on your ribs, you had a curvy body, maybe too curvy for some and not curvy enough for others but your were comfortable with it, maybe not so much with Oli seeing it, so you asked the artist if he had a blanket for you to cover most f your dignity with.
“Hey, you don’t have to cover up for me, you have an amazing body” Oli said looking at you as you laid on your side on the bed. “I know I do, I just didn’t want to show it off in a shop” you said jokingly.
He sat beside you and still hadn’t seen what you were getting done, by he sat next to and held your hand and made small talk with you until it was done.
“Let me see it then” he said. You stood up and showed him. “Wow… it’s our lyrics, it’s amazing, except there is a backwards R” he said deadly serious.
“No, wait, are you being serious” you stressed out. And Oli just collapsed laughing “of course it isn’t its beautiful” you pushed him over and he pretended to be hurt.
“Come on, I’m the one that just had a needle in me repeatedly” you said and Oli stood up.
“Shall we go and get something to eat then, we have time” he walked you out of the door and as soon as you did it started raining.
“Shit, I knew I should have bought a coat” you were only wearing a pair of shorts and pain tee.
“Have this it’ll keep your hair dry” Oli passed you his hoodie. You put it on and over your head.
“Thank you, I’m not sure if your girlfriend would be too impressed” you said.
“I don’t have one, what made you think that?” He asked, you internally smiled.
“I just thought because you kept looking at your phone”
“No, I was making sure the boys weren’t trying to get hold of me. If I did I’d be screwed because I’m kind of in love with this amazing girl, but I’m not sure she wants to be with me to because she’s a bit younger than me and I don’t mind but she…” he said almost daydreaming.
A younger girl your thought, it couldn’t be you, could it?
“Oh, we’ll lucky her, why don’t you just ask her, the worst thing she could say is no?” You said to him trying to be supportive as you were walking towards a tea room.
“Well I don’t want to ruin what we have, I just want her to be happy and I don’t want to risk us never talking, I’d spend every day just being friends with her if being more would ruin our friendship” he seemed so genuine. He opened the door to the café and let you in first you kept his hoodie on and sat down.
“What’s her name, maybe I could drop her a hint for you” You said thinking that as long as you could make him happy you’d be happy. He touch your leg with his foot and didn’t move it.
Looking into your eyes “y/n, it’s you, I completely understand if this ruins everything, but these past few months I’ve been so happy, just your presence makes me feel settled, I don’t care if I’m older than you, I want to be around you and look after you, actually I want us to look after each other, be equals. I am so completely in love with you y/n, I’m sorry” he took your hand and you didn’t let go.
“Oliver, I was scared you thought of me as a baby, and wouldn’t want me. But since I’ve been here all I’ve wanted to do is tell you how amazing and special you make me feel, all I want to do is stay with you, I am so in love with you too. Are you sure about the age, I don’t want you getting grief from people because of it?”
Oli laughed “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, you’re an adult and so am I, and I just happen to be in love with you so fuck everyone else”
“Please don’t fuck anyone else, just me” the two of you laughed.
“See, this is why I’m in love with you” he squeezed your hand.
“Let’s leave the food, we can get something at camp, lets just go back” you said, he agreed and you called a taxi back.
The two of you spent the journey as close to each other as possible, you resting your head on his shoulder.
He kissed your forehead before you got out the taxi. You payed the driver and got out.
“Do we tell the others or not?” You said unsure if he would be embarrassed.
“Of course we tell them, I want to show of my girl” he lifted your chin with his finger and caressed your face, kissing your lips deeply, you played with his hair. Stuck in your own world of just the two of you, you only snapped out of it when you saw Jordan and Matt out of the corner of your eye.
“I think you’ll find you owe me £30 mate” Matt said to Jordan
Oli took your hand and you spoke to the boys “wait you put a bet us getting together?” You asked shocked.
“Well kind of, actually it was the two of you getting together today exactly, I mean it was going to happen soon Oli doesn’t stop talking about you” he said
“Oh really?” You asked Oliver and he flushed red.

Not your Cinderella

If her happiness means I have to give up mine, I wouldn’t mind my tears.

How does every girl imagine her wedding day to be?

Sunny weather with a clear blue sky, an old church decorated with roses and your family and friends waiting for you in excitement. A white dress, puffy and sparkling with a long veil. This was every girl’s dream, right? Then why were you so unhappy?

With dull eyes, you stared at yourself in the full-length mirror. Light make-up, slightly curled hair with crystal flowers in your bangs, a white veil and a dress that sparkled with tiny stones and glitter. You hated it. It was too attention seeking, expensive and overdone. Sure, it was your wedding day, but this just wasn’t you!

You whinced slightly at the knock on the door but your eyes didn’t leave your reflection.
“Dear? Come on, it’s time”, your father’s deep voice reached your ears, muffled by the door. With one last glance at the sad woman in the mirror, you opened the door and stepped into the long empty hallway where your father was waiting for you with a big smile.

“You look stunning”, he said quietly to which you gave him a faked smile. “Thanks, dad..”, you mumbled just as quietly. Didn’t he notice how unhappy you were or did he pretend not to see it? But what kind of father wouldn’t notice that? What kind of father would ignore that?

Linking your arm with his, you walked down the cold corridor before you eventually came to a halt in front of two big wooden doors. You gulped silently.

Behind those door were your friends, your family, waiting for you to walk down the aisle and stare at your fiancé in happiness with tears in your eyes and a smile on your lips.

You gaze wandered to your father who looked more excited than ever, like he was the one who was about to get married, not you. Oh how you wished it was like that!

“There’s no need to be nervous”, your father said, his voice cracked slightly. Why was he so excited? Oh, right. Money. After exchanging the rings, your family would be rich, thanks to your then - husband.

Without another word, the wooden doors opened and a soft melody started to play, ‘Wedding March’. You scoffed but quickly covered it with a tiny smile as you stared straight ahead. There he was. Black hair, golden eyes and a smile on his lips, Daniel. His eyes screamed that he was happy, that he loved you and you always told yourself you did too, but.. he wasn’t the one you wanted to see at the end of the aisle.
Was it too late to walk away?

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Tell Me Why We Shouldn't (Oliver Sykes Smut)

Can you write one about austin carlile or oli sykes? Where y/n is dating harry styles and somehow they meet and austin or oli is like “oh my god you’re Harry’s gf” and they start to talk and she tells him that harry is mean to her sometimes and fluff and tears. Maybe they end up together x

Outfit Tell Me Why We Shouldn’t (Oli Sykes Imagine) I waited at the coffee shop for my boyfriend Harry Styles to meet me. We had been dating for a couple months, and believe me, it wasn’t easy. The fans, the hate, we couldn’t even go outside to go for a walk. We finally found a quiet coffee shop on the outskirts of town to have lunch at, and I was excited to have some one on one time with Harry. My phone beeped and my excitement quickly dissipated. “We can’t hang, fans and traffic are in the way.” That’s it? No, ‘sorry let’s reschedule,’ or 'come home and we can hang out here?’ I hated to admit it, but Harry didn’t always treat me right. He treated me like I was nothing to him. I tried not to let it get to me, I knew he had a lot going on in his life, new albums, tour and his friends. I just wish he’d spend more time with me. I was pulled out of my thoughts as my table was bumped by a man with slightly long wavy hair. My eyebrows furrowed and I glared at him. I instantly stopped when I saw who it was. It was Oliver Sykes of Bring Me the Horizon! I stared at him, my mouth slightly open. I shut it quickly as he looked for an answer to say. “I’m so sorry… Aren’t you.. Y/N L/N? Harry Styles girlfriend?” He asked. I quickly shushed him. “Not so loud! Your Oliver Sykes… I love your band so much!” I whisper yelled. He pulled the chair out in a 'Can I?’ gesture. I smiled and crossed my arms on the table, waiting to hear what he had to say. “Wow, what are you doing here?” He asked me.  “Well, Harry and I were supposed to have lunch here, but he got caught up in something.” I said, looking away. “I don’t know why he would cancel on such a pretty lady.” He smiled at me. I blushed and took a sip from my tea cup. “Well, its not the first time he’s canceled on me..” I muttered. “What do you mean?” God, he was so hot. He had an adorable accent as well. “He just… Ugh, how do I explain this? He doesn’t spend much time with me. I mean, I can’t really blame him, he has a lot to do.. But, I just wish he would pay more attention to me, y'know?” I vented to him. God I must’ve sounded so desperate. Oli smirked at me. “If you were my girlfriend, I would treat you much better than that. Especially since you’re so beautiful.” He said to me. “That would be nice..” I said. Fuck? Why the hell was I saying this? “I’m sorry if this offends you but, I think he doesn’t deserve you.” He said as I looked at him with a confused look. “What?"  "If he can’t treat you right, then leave him. Be with someone who understands you.” “I can’t leave him.. Imagine all the hate I would get…” I said, looking down at my tea cup.  “I’ve debated leaving Harry more than once, maybe more than I’d like too. I know what would happen, I would be all over magazines,  the fans would double the hate. God I already get so much hate as it is… I just don’t know.” I said, my eyes filling up with tears. Oli put his hand on mine. “Please don’t cry… How about we go somewhere more private?” He asked. I looked up at him. “Like where?” I asked, sniffling. “My place maybe?” He said suggestively. Was he hitting on me? Did he like, wanna get with me? My mind swam with thoughts, but I cleared them away quickly and agreed to go to his house with him. ~ After arriving at Oli’s house, things got a little… well heated.  Our conversations turned to saying how much Harry didn’t deserve me to Oliver repeatedly complimenting my body. In a second he had me underneath him and we were close enough, our noses touched. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He said, kissing me on the lips. I closed my eyes, kissing him back. I honestly shouldn’t be doing this but what Oliver said was true. Harry didn’t deserve me. If he wanted me, he would’ve treated me better. I ignored all of that and moved my hips in rhythm with Oli’s. He groaned and moved his hand up to cup my breast. The kiss got more passionate and I rubbed my hand where his package should be. Oli pulled away and smirked to me as he pulled off my shirt. He stared at my body in awe for a few seconds then slowly unclipped my bra. He took one of my breasts in his mouth, rubbing the other in his hand. I moaned and Oli grinned up at me. He peppered kisses down to my waist then back up to my mouth again. “Fucking tease.” I moaned to him. He laughed, rubbing my inner thigh and pulled my skirt up a bit. For a few moment, I let him drink in the sight of me and then I pushed Oli over so he was underneath me. I played with his waistband and grabbed his cock through his pants.  “Who’s the tease now?” He groaned as I slowly undid his pants. I pulled down his boxers and took his member in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, my hand rubbing the untouched part. Sucking my cheeks in hard and rapidly moving my head, I looked up and Oliver as he gave another loud moan. “Fuck, Y/N. This is what Harry’s missing by not hanging out with you.” He said, stroking my dirty blonde hair. I tasted the precum in my mouth and moved him faster into my mouth. “Y/N.. I’m close.” He moaned. I took him out of my mouth for a few seconds and licked up his cock before putting him back into my mouth. I rubbed the untouched half furiously. I hummed against him, sending vibrations which triggered him to cum into my mouth. I swallowed, then pulled my bottoms off, and slowly lowered myself onto his length. “Oliver…” I moaned as I began bouncing up and down on his lengthy member. He thrusted deeply into me and his hands rested on my hips, pushing me very deeply into him. I moved my hips into circles as Oli moved his body to get a better angle.  “Oli!” I moaned loudly. He took one hand off of me as he rubbed my clit furiously. I flung my head back as he thrusted deeper and deeper into me. I rolled my hips, leaving no part of my body untouched. Oliver hit my g-spot and I gasped. He must’ve heard me and he thrusted deeply into my special spot harder and harder.    “Ugh! I’m close!” I moaned. I felt a knot tie in my stomach as he thrusted harder into me, using both hands to push me down as far as I could go on his length. “I-I know… Just let it go!” He said. I screamed as I felt my walls clench around his length, my orgasm spilling everywhere. I climbed off of him and onto his chest, kissing him on the lips. “This is an awkward time to ask this… but will you be my girlfriend?” He asked me. I smiled and buried my head into his neck.  “Yes.” ~~ 2 years later ~~ I felt a pair of arms wrap around me as I felt a kiss on my neck. “Oliver, stop it.” I said, trying to concentrate on the pancakes I was cooking. He sprinkled kissed up and down my neck. “I’m so glad your mine and not Harry’s.” He said. He rubbed up and down my hips as he continued to kiss my neck. Two years ago Harry and I broke up and Oliver still liked to remind me why we were together. So I could be treated right. “I’m all yours.” I replied, kissing him on the mouth.

Mom: you think these band members have nice hair and fashion now but in 20 years you will look back at these photos and be like-

Me: look children it’s your father

Mom: what?

Me: what

“Not just another merch girl” - Oliver Sykes imagine

As promised, a new Oli Sykes imagine for you lovely readers :)

I changed some details but I hope you’ll like it anyway! (Also Oli is 28 so it makes it a 10 years difference and not 13 ^^)

“Hey Y/N, need some help carrying all these boxes?” Oli asked from behind me.

“No thank you, it’s not that heavy anyway!” I thanked him as I put the box on the floor next to the ones I had already unloaded.

I was the merch girl for the band Bring Me The Horizon, and it seemed like my job actually meant carrying dozens of boxes from a truck to a venue, and then from the venue back into the truck. One night I even dreamed that I was lost in a labyrinth of cardboard boxes full of tee-shirts, posters and wristbands.

The boxes were quite heavy, but I was used to carrying them without complaining. That’s why I always rejected Oliver’s offers to help me. Well, no. To be honest, it wasn’t the only reason. Sure I wanted to prove the guys that I could do my job without help and that they had made a good choice when hiring me.

To be honest, I had started developing feelings for him as soon as the tour started: he was a nice guy, always offering to help me or making sure I was okay, not to mention that he was also very attractive. I tried to forget about these feelings and just do my job. But being teased about Oli by everybody in the BMTH crew – and even by the guys themselves sometimes – definitely wasn’t helping.

I had just been asked to bring some chairs back from a closet to the merch table. I was walking through the corridor when I heard laughing coming from behind the door of the green room.

“So Oli, anything new between you and Y/N?” Jordan asked him, not knowing I was just walking by the room.

I stopped dead in my track and waited silently by the door, trying to hear more of this conversation.

“What?” Oli asked bluntly.

“Seriously man, you’re always by the merch table for any reason.” Matt started.

“What’s become so interesting about carrying boxes suddenly?” Lee added teasingly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about guys, she’s just another merch girl! And there are plenty of other girls out there anyway.” He snapped and left the room suddenly.

I turned around quickly and started walking toward the closed, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. Tears welled up from my eyes as the words sank in. Shes just another merch girl. There are plenty of other girls out there. A hand on my shoulder stopped me from going any farther though.

“Y/N…” Oli started.

“What?!” I snapped without even turning around.

“You- you heard what we just said?” He asked, stuttering.

“Yes I did, thank you. No need to remind me of that.” I cut him off.

I couldn’t believe it! How could I have thought for one second that I had a chance with him? I was a 18-year-old merch girl, dreaming of a famous, successful singer who was 10 years older than me. How stupid of me.

“What do you want?” I turned around abruptly to look at him.

“Y/N let me explain-” He began but I cut him off.

“What, Oliver?!” I asked again.

“Please Y/N, give me 5 minutes to explain myself.” He pleaded. I nodded, letting him continue. “Let’s go somewhere quieter to talk then.”

He took my hand in his and led me to another room. I sat on the couch that was in the corner of the room while he closed the door and sat next to me. He took a deep breath before speaking up.

“What you heard me telling the guys, it’s not true. It’s actually the opposite of the truth.” He started.

“Really? You sounded quite convinced though.” I couldn’t help but sound bitter.

“Please, believe me. The guys tease me non-stop about you, and I think they do the same with you. I just wanted them to leave me alone! I know that you don’t feel the same and it already hurts enough.” He looked down at his feet.

“What- what do you mean, I don’t feel the same?” I asked curious.

“Well obviously you just see me as a friend.” He stated.

“And what about you?” I inquired.

He fidgeted with his hands without looking at me, not saying a word. I cleared my throat and he finally looked at me.

“I love you, Y/N.” He blurted out.

“You- you love me?” I was dumbfounded.

“Yes I do, and that’s why it pains me to see that you don’t care, that you reject me every time I try to talk to you or help you. And the guys don’t help by teasing me either.” He explained.

“And why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

“It’d have been useless since you don’t love me anyway.” He turned away.

“And what if I really like you, too?” I smiled shyly.

“Really?!” He looked up quickly. “So it means that you feel the same?”

“Yes I do. And me rejecting your help was just a way to try and stop the guys from teasing me too.” I explained. “Also, I’m a bit scared to be honest.”

“About what? Do you think I’m lying? Because I can promise you that I’m not!”

“But what about the age difference then? You’re 28 while I’m only 18, that’s 10 years Oliver!” I explained. “What are people going to think about us? You’re famous, successful and adored by millions of fans, while I’m just nothing.”

“It doesn’t matter! I don’t care about what people think or say, I just care about us Y/N.” He took my hands in his and traced circles with his thumb over the back of my hand. “Do you believe me? It doesn’t matter.”

I nodded, trying hard to believe him.

“Will you give me a chance Y/N? Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes. Yes I will, Oliver.” I grinned from ear to ear.

His smile only grew wider when I answered. He took a strand of hair that has fallen over my eyes and placed it carefully behind my ear. We stayed in a comfortable silence, just looking into each other’s eyes and smiling.

“So I’m not just another merch girl then?” I asked playfully.

“You’re so much more than that Y/N.” He whispered as he placed his index finger under my chin.

Our faces get closer and our lips final met, the contact sending sparks in our bodies. Our lips kept on moving against the others, until the door opened abruptly and revealed Jordan carrying a pile of boxes.

“Y/N we need you to- wow!” He exclaimed as he caught the two of us kissing lovingly. “Lee, I won my bet, you owe me 10 bucks!” He shouted as he left the room laughing.

He's..Gay?! (Oli Sykes)


a/n: like seriously…HOLY FUCKKKKKK

What a tiring day.

Plopping down on the couch, I stretched out and sighed. I had just gotten home from a long day of shopping with my friend, Mark. He needed to get a birthday gift for his boyfriend and wanted me to come along to help. I couldn’t say no, so I dropped my cleaning plans and spent the day with him.

I lifted up my phone to check the time. 6:25. Oliver should be home from the studio soon. With a big sigh, I got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen, trying to decide what to make for dinner. About 20 minutes later I heard the door slam shut, startling me. Standing at the stove, I stirred the food in the pan and waited for Oli to come inside the kitchen. Two seconds later, arms wrapped around my waist suddenly and whipped me around. A surprised gasped escaped me as I looked up to see Oli with a needy yet angered glint in his eyes. He leaned forward to latch his lips to my neck, sucking rather roughly and biting.

I smirked, “Well hello to you, t-”

“Shut up.” A deep growl emitted from his chest, “I want you upstairs and completely stripped by the time I get up there. Don’t let me find you with a single piece of clothing..” My breath hitched and I could feel my core start to become wet, no doubt soaking my panties. Wasting no time, I ducked under his arm and rushed upstairs, stripping all the way. Throwing off my shirt, I got into the room but before I could start removing my underwear, I hear footsteps at the door. Turning around quickly, I was met by the towering figure of Oli just inches from me.

“I thought I said completely stripped,” his voice was low, making his accent thicker and an automatic turn on. He stepped closer and grabbed my upper arms, bring our bodies flushed up against each other. Leaning down his hot breath brushed over my cheek, “This needs to go.” Without warning he unclasped my bra roughly and threw it to the side. A gasp made it’s way out of me and Oli took this moment to crash his lips to mine. His hands moved down to grip my hips as mine got lost in his hair, pulling him closer. Oli pulled away and slid his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting rather hard; I could feel the bruises forming. I let out a moan as I started to press my hips to his, desperately trying to create some sort of friction.

However, before that could get anywhere, I was pushed backwards onto the bed. Landing with a soft “oof”,I crawled to the middle of the bed and watched Oli as he stood over me with eyes swirling with lust and anger.

A single note of humorless laughter escaped him as he reached down to pull off his shirt, chucking it somewhere in the room. My eyes ran down the colorfully decorated chest, hunger building inside of me. “Listen, and listen well Y/N…” His voice emanated dominance, making my already soaked panties even more wet. “I’m in charge. You do as I say. No touching, no noise, not until I allow it. If you disobey me, I will start counting. Is that clear?” He undid his belt and unbuttoned the tight jeans, shucking them down. Now all that was left was his boxers, which were getting tighter and tighter with the growing bulge being held captive inside. I nodded frantically, biting my lip, waiting for him to do something to me.

Suddenly, his hands shot out to grip my legs and yanked me to him. “Is. That. Clear?” Standing between my legs, his bare chest was pressed up against mine as he leaned forward to growl into my ear.

“Y-yes,” my voice was shaking with anticipation. Oli had always been gentle when it came to sex, which I loved, but this side on him was a huge turn on.

“On your knees.” Oli commanded. I slid off the bed and onto the floor in front of him. Grabbing something in the nightstand drawer, he came behind me and gathered my wrists before bringing them back. Cold metal slid across my skin and I heard a click; handcuffs. A bubbly sensation started to form in the pit of my stomach. I knew what was coming and bit my lip, looking up at him for instruction when he came back in front of me. He nodded slightly to the boxers and I leaned forward to place a kiss to his hip before biting the fabric and pulled down slowly with my teeth. Letting go when they were to his knees, I brought my attention back to his full erection. His size alway impressed me and was surely something I would never get use to.

A handful of my hair was clutched in his grip as he guided my mouth onto his throbbing member. Without mercy, he thrusted his hips forward, making the tip hit the back of my throat. Making my jaw go slack so I wouldn’t gag so much, I was able to take more of him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue as best as I could each time he thrusted in, his grip on my hair tightened and a groan emitted through his chest. Oli’s movements were becoming sloppy and I could tell he was close. Moaning onto his member, I saw his eyes squeeze shut as if in concentration. But then he quickly threw me away from him, leaving me breathing heavily with saliva dripping from my mouth.

Pulling me off the ground, he spun me around to unlock the cuffs and dropped them on the ground.

He nodded to the bed, “Hands and knees.” He said in a low, yet demanding tone. Crawling backwards, I rolled onto my hands and knees, my ass facing him. I could’ve swore I heard a quiet groan come from behind me, but before I could think about that, Oli’s fingers found my soaked core. “You’re so wet, you slut. Is this all from me?”

Rubbing me roughly through my panties with one hand, Oli squeezed my butt cheek with the other. I bit my lip hard as I forced myself to hold back a moan, but it was becoming difficult. Lifting my upper half, my back was pressed against his firm chest as Oli slipped his fingers down my stomach and underneath the damp fabric, running them over my wet folds. So lost in the moment of ecstasy, I didn’t realize my hands snaking their way up to grip onto the back of Oli’s neck. Stopping his movements with a disappointed sigh, he pulled my arms away and brought down his hand on my ass, sending a pleasure filled pain through my body.

“One,” my panties were yanked down roughly and I was flipped around onto my back. Looking to the side, I saw him reaching on the floor for something. Confusion was quickly replaced with excitement when I saw the handcuffs being picked up. Crawling back to me, Oli grabbed both my arms and cuffed them securly to the bedpost. A smirk was playing on the corner of my lips and I slowly pressed my hips up to meet his, instantly feeling the stiffness in the boxers. I heard his breath hitch but he quickly regained himself and glared into my eyes, silently telling me that I was about to be tortured beyond anything else.

Oli leaned down to latch his teeth onto my neck, immediately finding my sweet spot. A quiet gasp escaped me as my eyes shut. Sinking his teeth into my skin every once in a while, he made his way down my body and most likely left purple marks in his path. I was a squirming mess under him while Oliver calmly, but aggressively explored the rest of my quivering body. Moving down to my chest, his mouth took one of my breasts as the other was massaged by his hand. I almost cried out when his fingers pinched my nipple, but managed to hold it in. When he moved low, he wasted no time in spreading my legs and with agonizingly slow movements, started to kiss down my inner thigh. My core tingled when his hot breath washed over it, but he ignored where I needed him the most and teased me some more. My hands ached to reach down and run themselves through his hair and over his shoulders. Just when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, Oli’s mouth was on me, hungrily sucking on my clit.

My back arched off the bed and a choked moan made it’s way out. Thankfully, that didn’t count against me and suddenly I felt two long fingers enter me, pumping in and out quickly but shallowly. Chest heaving and breath erratic, I lifted my hips to the rhythm of his pumps, desperately wanting them to go deeper but he held my hips down with his free hand, limiting my movements. A familiar knot started to form in the pit of my stomach, tightening little by little with each pump of his fingers. He tortured me until my walls began to clench but before my high could reach it’s peak, Oli’s fingers were gone.

A wicked smirk was plastered to his lips as he made his way up to hover above me. “Oh, Y/N, don’t look at me like that. I’ll give you what you need soon. If anything, I’m going to make you scream so loud, you’ll never ever forget about me.” he breathed against my ear, sending shivers crawling down my spine.

I could take it any longer. Everything he was doing drove me absolutely mad; I felt like if I didn’t have him inside me soon, I was going to combust. To hell with the consequence, they only meant more fun for me. Without a grace I never thought I had, I flipped us over and ignored the pain that began in my wrist with the twisted cuffs. Straddling Oli’s waist, I started grinding my core on his rock hard member.

“Fuck, Y/N…” a loud groan sounded through the air, mixing with the pent up passion that illuminated our dark room.

A smirk of my own appeared. “You like that?” I grounded my hips onto his hard, creating a friction that somewhat satisfied me. This earned me another groan. His hands reached up to grip my hips and roughly rolled me over, making me wince in pain as the cuffs dug into my skin. Pinning my lower half down to the bed, he let out a growl.

“You filthy slut. Thats already breaking every single rule.” He sat up and unlocked the handcuffs. A sigh of relief whooshed out of me as I rubbed my sore wrists. But my relief was short lived. “Get up. On your knees.” When I was up and holding onto the headboard, Oli’s hands were on me so fast I didn’t even have time to register what was being said. He yanked me back by my hair and pressed me against him

“I’ll let you make all the noise you want. But you will not cum until I say, understand?” I nodded frantically. The excitement had me dripping again, anticipation radiating off me in waves. No sooner then I was up against him, I was thrown down on the bed. Oli slammed into me with such force I cried out in pain, pleasure mixing in and overpowering my senses. Thrusting into me, Oli had my waist in his firm grip, using it as leverage. Going deeper, I let out a low moan and buried my head into the pillow, clutching at the sheets.

“Oli…fuck!” I exclaimed as he brushed my g-spot with the tip of his member. The knot

He slides his hand down my spine and tangled his fingers in my hair, yanking my upper body up against him once again.

“Say my name. Let the neighbors know who’s making you feel this way.” He groaned into my ear, wrapping his arm around my waist to secure me to him.

“Oli!” It came out sounding like a mix between a moan and a shout. The knot was tightening quickly and Oli’s thrusts were going faster and harder. My arms had found their way up and around the back of his neck, tangling my fingers through the long tuffs of hair.

“Louder.” He demanded, slamming harder into me and biting down on my neck, no doubt leaving bruises. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

“YOU! You are! Oh fuck, Oli,” I cried out, the knot getting tighter as he hit my g-spot dead on each time.

“That’s right. You’re mine. You hear me?” He said in between each thrust. I moan loudly as my lower stomach tingled with the pleasurable feeling of the knot almost getting to it’s tightest.

“No one else’s. All mine, baby. Scream my name. I want every person to know that you’re with me.” His voice contorted into a groan and a growl while his thrusts slowed, turning sloppy. I was close and I already knew he was as well. All it took was two more powerful thrusts to send me over the edge.

“OLIVER!” I screamed out, my high rushing out of me with force. My skin ignited with ecstasy; my veins felt like they were on fire. Every nerve in my body felt electrified by the powerful release. Oli followed seconds after, tensing and yelling out my name as my toes curled with the sensation of his release inside of me. He road it out, thrusting a few more times and whispering “I love you” over and over again into my neck, until finally stilling. Our chests heaved, fighting to regain normal breathing. Still pulsing from my high, my body went limp and collapsed against Oli’s. He pulled out and wrapped his arms around my body to cradle me, turning us so we could lay against the pillows. Once we were breathing correctly again, I tilted my head to look at him.

“So, what was…that all about?” My eyebrows were raised in questioning.

He let out a troubled sigh as his gaze was starring up at the ceiling. “I…I thought you weren’t satisfied so I changed it up a bit.”

“But you were angry when you came home…” He wasn’t going to get this passed me easily.

Oli sighed in defeat, “I don’t want to lose you, alright? I just…seeing you with that guy when I was pulling up maybe me jealous. And it’s…I mean…ugh you’re fucking cheating!” His voice raised, shouting into the darkened room.

I blinked. What? Cheating? How could he…and then it clicked. Mark. Oli thought I was cheating with Mark. Just the very thought of that sent me into a fit of laughter. I could sense him starring at me, drilling holes into my head.

“What’s so funny?” Annoyance and anger were evident in his voice.

Calming the laughter a bit, I choked out, “Y-you think I’m cheating on you with Mark?!” I lost it. Laughing more when I pictured in again.

“So that the little twat’s name…well why else would you fucking kiss him on the cheek? C'mon on Y/N, I’m not stupid.”

I nodded, “Yes, yes you are! Let’s just say I’m not Marks type. And besides, he’s taken.”

“Oh brilliant, you’re a home wrecker to-”

“Shut up, you knobhead! Mark is gay.” I let that sink in while trying to hold back my giggles. Oli was silent for a minute. Finally he opened his mouth.

“He’s…gay?” I nodded, grinning. “Oh christ,” he slapped his hands over his face and rubbed over it. “Fucking hell, Y/N! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you ask first?” He opened his mouth to say something but it closed shut again. I rolled my eyes with the grin still in place. “Besides, I’m not sure if Mark would even know how to stick his dick a vagina. He’s a purebred,” smugness dripped from my words. Everything was fitting together. Oli’s anger, the roughness, the dominance. Everything.

“I feel really stupid right now. I’m so sorry, Y/N. Did I hurt you?” His words were so full of concern that my heart was melting and my head started to forgive him. With a feathery touch, he ran his fingers across the forming bruises on my hips and neck.

I smiled, “Nope. I’m perfectly okay. And no need to apologize, Oli. I liked it…” I said softly, feeling as though I needed to reassure him some more.

“Okay. And I liked it, too. Can’t I make this up to you?” In the dim moonlight, his hazel eyes stared down at me with a puppy dog look. A chuckle escaped me and I moved closer to him.

“Well I really do think we should do that more often…” I suggested. “…and a bubble bath would be nice, too.”

A knowing smirk appeared on his face, “Oh, well I think I can handle making this up.” And with that, Oli was off the bed and scooping me up, carrying me to the bathroom with a heated kiss that escalated quickly.

I’m pretty positive that everything had escalated quickly tonight.