{𝐍𝐒𝐁 𝐱 𝐘/𝐍 ~ 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐲}

Just the two of us

The boys went out for the day, leaving Oliver and me alone at house. This is the first time that we are just the two of us and it's a bit embarrassing I have to say. Mainly because I'm nothing of an extrovert in contrast to Oli. I don't know what activity to do with him that would suit both; even Ryan would be more inspired than me.
However, I can't let this opportunity to get closer to him slip away; it's been a while now since I've started growing feelings for him and maybe I won't have a chance like this twice. Maybe I can start with something simple ? Like making him a milkshake for example ? I like the idea, and since I know which one is his favorite, the mission should be a success.

***

I knock at Oliver's door and wait for an answer: I'm being very tense for nothing and I feel like I...
" Y/N? "
I jump as I turn around. The glass slips from my hands, drenching my clothes with its content and ends on the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces.
" O-Oliver...? You...you weren't in your bedroom?
- No, I went outside on the balcony to call Mateo... but it doesn't matter right now, just look at yourself, we need to clean this up. You're not hurt, I hope ? "
Oh yes, yes I am. Well my ego is. I look at the disaster I caused and sigh.
" No, I'm good. Sorry."
He heaves a sigh:
" It's a relief then!"
He pauses and quickly inspects me.
" You should go take a shower and change clothes, I'll take care of this don't worry.
- Are you sure ?
- Don't worry I said, it's the least I can do after giving you such a fright", he answers with a smile.
I smile back and run to the bathroom. There, I drop my clothes on the floor and start running the water. I stare in the mirror and as I contemplate my reflection I let out a big sigh. Oliver... Will I have enough confidence, enough courage to confess to him one day ? Lately his smile haunts my nights and his laugh resonates in my head like an endless melody. "In love" is not the word I like the most; yet undoubtedly, it's the one that currently defines me the best. Get a grip Y/N. Don't think about any of this anymore.

I enter in the shower and the feeling of the hot water sliding over my body is comforting and soothing.
Inexorably my thoughts drifts to him and I imagine myself in this shower with him behind me, his arms around my neck and his lips close to my skin. His fingers would wander along the curves of my body, brushing my neck, then my shoulder; they would run down my arm to intertwine with my fingers and he would squeeze my hand to turn me the other way around. Our faces would meet. It's so realistic in my head, and it seems so perfect that I approach him to kiss him softly, water streaming down our faces and our lips now also wet from the kiss . If only...
" Wow. "
I pull away from him quickly. It was not at all imaginary. I was actually kissing Oliver. My cheeks are on fire and I feel butterflies in my stomach as my confusion creeps in.
" I didn't know that you... that you wanted this..."
He looks surprised but it's not a bad surprise.
" Who let you in? "
Confused, he answers:
"Umm... You ? You called my name"
Oh my god. I really must have been delirious. He steps closer again, his gaze becoming numb and full of desire.
"Y/N... Can you say my name like that again?"
His tone bewitches my brain and nothing in me functions correctly anymore, especially not my resistance. My body wants him; and when he talks to me like that I can't think straight anymore.
" Oliver... "
One of his hands starts caressing my face while the other touches my belly. The contact of his fingers with my wet skin is electrifying. I can't help but ogle at his perfect body: his broad shoulders, his drawn torso, his protruding abs and V-line, as well as... damn, God gifted him...
" What are you looking at like that ?", he mutters with a smirk.
I swallow difficultly.
" No need to reply. I know the answer. "
His face is now right in front of mine and my field of vision consists in Oliver and his eyes, dark with desire. Our breaths mix together and the warmth of his body meets mine. His skin is incredibly soft and I can feel his heart beating abnormally hard in his chest. He lowers his eyes to my parted lips and slowly presses his own lips against it. My hearts panics and I surrender to this kiss. His lips play with mine, biting and claiming them. As I'm growing accustomed to the touch, he suddenly intensifies the kiss, leaning against the wall behind me and grabbing the back of my neck. His greedy mouth deepens the kiss and his tongue trails my lower lip languidly, pushing through; our breaths become jerky and I feel a sensation of heat other than water invading me. Our salivas create the perfect mix: the one with love, desire, excitement and adrenaline in it.
" Oliver...
- Keep saying my name, you make me crazy... "
His hand travels down my trembling body and I feel his jaw twitch as his fingers meet my intimate area. He gently pushes two fingers against my clitoris and starts to rub it, causing me to get even more flustered. He then explores lower and finally meets the result of my excitement.
" Seems like you're wet ", he teases me.
He breaks the kiss to look into my eyes. I know what he wants: to make me flinch...and it works. As soon as his fingers penetrate me I can't hold back a moan. He starts fondling me as his fingers move back and forth; his hand linger on my chest, caressing it passionately. He decides to attach his lips to my breasts and the contact of his mouth with them makes me shiver up and down. He grips my butt making me laugh a little but the feeling of his tongue on my nipples soon has me moaning again. That's it, I moan without restraining. However his hand comes to my neck to prevent me from screaming. His veins start to pop up as he chokes me, his fingers going deeper in me and my nipples turning pink under his licking. My body is shaking from the lust and my moaning become hoarse under his grip.
" Oliver... don't... "
He loosens his grip and pulls his fingers out of my vagina, causing me to gasp in surprise.
" I think your body says the contrary... Look at me... "
I lift my hooded eyes to him and meet his: it's not the same Oliver I know. The one I know is smiling and relaxed. This one is quieter, more mysterious and above all, uncompromising.
" Listen Y/N... I've been waiting for this for a while... and you too. You have to understand that if we are going to take it that far, I won't hold back. I want you to give yourself fully to me; have I made myself clear?
- Y-yes...
- Good girl. "
I blush when he roughly grabs my hips to stick them to his. Our hearts are pounding fast and loud. His hands grips my thighs, giving them a passionate exploration, watching me intently as he does so. His tip lines up against my core and he lifts my thighs, wrapping his waist with them. He notices my nervousness and puts my arm in his back as he mutters:
" It will be okay, you are with me. I won't hurt you. "
He suddenly starts penetrating me, the feeling of his member against my walls making my eyes widen and throw my head back. It hurts a bit but soon pleasure unfolds and we both start to breath shakily. My moanings echo in the bathroom and my nails desperately dig into his skin. Oliver starts to moan as well from the way I feel warm around him; we are both drowning in pleasure uttering each other's name. With a powerful thrust he presses me against the wall ; my legs are weak in his arms and our two bodies against each other make me feel alive.
" Y/N... you've been a bad girl for making such a mess earlier, hisses him between his teeth.
- Is this what I get for my behaviour? I'll do it more often then..., I reply with an ironic tone.
- Not strict enough for you ?", he replies as he slams me against the wall by the only strength of his hips, making me cry out in pleasure.
" Fuck, Oliver. "
His hand digs into my hair and he keeps making love to me roughly, passionately, unbothered by my loud screams. I believe that no one other than him has ever aroused me this much before. And I enjoy it, fuck I do.
Oliver's thrusts are building and uncontrollable, pounding and impending big orgasm in me. I grip myself to his body, screaming his name as I fall over the edge; with one hard and deep thrust we both break, moaning loudly and shakily.
My breath falters as Oliver's panting fills my ears.
" After this... you bet I wanna break all the glasses in this house. "
We laugh, the pouring water washing away our blissful sin.

***

"How's been your day?", asks Sebastian. "Missed us?"
Oliver replies, half-joking:
"Not much.
- Us neither."
The house has returned to its usual rhythm; the mood is light and playful and there is no indication that it has ever been other way. Except for Oliver's hand discreetly holding my waist.

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Thank you for reading! It was a bit difficult writing this one but it's finally here! ♡