beck oliver x Reader

Fight with jade

"did you seriously get into a fight with jade?" The fluffy haired boy walked into the nurses office, staring at your bloody figure. "maybe".. "you're insane. she's gonna kick your ass next time." Beck joked, grabbing a roll of gauze and sitting on a random chair next to you. He gently grabbed your chin, examining your new wound. His touch was soft and cold, something that you didn't really expect since he's normally warm. He began to wrap the gauze around your forehead. "How'd you even end up fighting her?" He mumbled.  "M' don't know..." "You don't know or you don't wanna talk about it?" Beck questioned, moving on to your split lip. You look down  "second one" you whisper trying to hint to him not to bring it up again.

Beck furrowed his eyebrows, but decided not to press on that matter. He finished wrapping up your mouth. His soft, slender fingers gently holding your face made you stomach fill with butterflies. Once his hands left your face, you longed for them back again. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. Beck scanned your bruised figure for a moment. "Damn she really got you this time." "yeah.." you nodded. Beck grabbed an ice pack from the nurses room freezer, standing up to place it over the bruise forming on your cheek. His thumb gently caressed under the bruise. Making you melt at his touch. "Does it hurt?" He mumbled, holding the ice pack against your swollen cheek. "A bit.." Beck frowned slightly. He hated seeing you like this. He gently grabbed your hand, holding it in his. His slender fingers brushed over your knuckles, examining the scrapes. You wince a bit, He looked up "Did i squeeze too tight?" Beck mumbled, his grasp on your hand loosening a little. He started to slowly run his thumb over your scrapes. This made you shiver,  but you weren't sure why. His icy hands on your warm scrapes sent tingles down your spine. Beck glanced at you for a second, noticing your shivering and flushed cheeks. His hand stopped moving, causing you to whine slightly. Beck smirked to himself, amused by your reaction to his touch. "You like it when i touch you like this, hmmm?" Beck teased, bringing his other hand up to caress your jaw. He chuckled, enjoying the sight off the blush on your cheeks. Beck was suddenly reminded of the fact you had just been in a fight. He leaned a bit closer to you. "Maybe i should  take care off you more often." He said in a low voice, his hand still on your jaw.  "Babe.." is all that escaped your lips. Beck's heart leapt at the sound of the nickname. 'Babe'. He tried holding back a smile, but failed "I like it when you call me that". He mumbled, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. Beck's eyes scanned your face for a moment before he slowly began to caress your waist. His slender fingers wrapped around your hips, his hand sitting on the bare skin that was exposed through the rips off your shirt. You ask if You can stop at his RV for tonight since you got into another fight with your dad. Beck's expression softened "Of course you can. you can come by anytime." He slowly stood up, his hands still at your hip. "But i can't have you walking around with another black eye for everyone to see". Beck said jokingly, tapping the ice pack. He removed the ice pack from your cheek, setting it down. There was a small purple bruise forming on your cheek. "That's gonna hurt like a hell tomorrow." He mumbled, gently prodding the area around the bruise. Beck's cold fingers lightly ran over your jaw, his eyes still focused on the bruise on your face. "I don't understand how you manage to get yourself into fights constantly. You're like a magnet for punches." "Ik that" you say. Beck moved his hand from your jaw, gently gripping your chin between his slender fingers instead.
"You gotta stop getting into these fights, ya' know. It worries me." He said in a quiet voice. Beck's expression was a mix or concern and gentle frustration. "Yeah sorry" Beck sighed, slightly tightening his grip on your chin. "Don't do that. Don't say sorry." He said quietly.
His thumb ran over the scrapes on your cheek, his other hand still resting at your hip. "You always say sorry when you don't need to."Beck leaned forward a little, bringing his face closer to yours. His breath was cold on your skin, but it made your heart skip a beat.
He tilted your chin up a little, examining your face. Beck's eyes scanned over your black eye, the bruise on your cheek, and the split lip. "You're a total mess right now." He mumbled. Beck's hand at your hip slowly slid around your waist. His arm snaked around you, pulling you closer to him. "Can you promise me something?" He asked in a quiet voice. "Sure" you whisper Beck kept his arm around your waist, his eyes meeting yours. "Promise me that you won't get in anymore fights, yeah? At least not anytime soon." He mumbled with concern. "Promise" Beck's heart softened. He lightly squeezed your waist, appreciating your promise.
He ran his fingers over your hip, occasionally letting them slide over your bare skin. Beck suddenly smirked again. "You're pretty cute, even when you're all beaten up like this." He teased. His eyes flicked down to your split lip. Beck brought his thumb up to brush over it gently, making you shiver again.
A thought popped into his mind. Beck's hand at your waist tightened a little, his smirk growing. He slowly began to lean closer to your face. His eyes flicked between your lips and your eyes, almost as if silently asking for your permission to do what he wanted to do.
His hot breath on your skin made your heartbeat quicken, something that didn't go unnoticed by Beck. He slowly, gently pressed his thumb against your bottom lip, slightly pushing your mouth apart. Beck's mind was racing, wondering how you would react to this.
His free arm at your waist pulled you closer until you were standing inches away from him. Beck's cold hand suddenly pressed against the warm skin on your hip, causing you to shiver again. He chuckled lowly at your shivering, amused that such a simple movement had such a strong effect.
He slowly pulled you closer, closing the gap between you two until there was less than an inch between your lips and his. His arm at your waist wrapped tighter around you. Beck ran his thumb over your bottom lip, savoring the feeling of it between his fingers. His gaze was focused on your lips, but he took a moment to look at your eyes. The sight of you so close to him, shivering and breathless, was almost too much for him. He slowly leaned even closer, so his lips were right next to your ear. "You're so goddamn cute when you shiver." He mumbled, his hot breath tickling your skin.
Beck's hand on your hip slowly ran up your side, his fingers tracing your skin through the holes in your shirt. Beck's other hand moved from your chin, sliding around your neck and up the back of your head. His slender fingers grabbed your hair, gently grasping it in He tugged slightly on your hair, tilting your head back a little. Beck chuckled, the sound of it sending tingles down your spine.
"You're just letting me touch you this much... you must really want me." He teased, his thumb running over your bottom lip again. His breath quickened a little. Beck's self control was on the verge of breaking. The sight of you, flushed red and practically melting in his grip, was enough to drive him insane. He suddenly gripped your hip tighter, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. Beck swallowed hard, fighting the urge to press his lips against yours right then and there. Beck's hand in your hair slowly moved down your neck. His thumb brushed over your collarbone, sending another shiver down your spine. He leaned forward so his lips were right next to your ear.
"You got no idea how badly I wanna do something right now..." He mumbled, his voice low and breathless. His arm around your waist slowly slid up to your back, his touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin. Beck chuckled again, clearly enjoying the effect that he was having on you.
"You're so responsive. It's cute." He whispered, letting his lips graze your earlobe. Beck's self control was quickly breaking. The feeling of your body pressed against his, your shivers and blushes, and the way you were so responsive to his touch was pushing him to the edge. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. Beck slowly backed you up until your back pressed up against the wall. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against yours as he cornered you into the wall. Beck's arm at your back wrapped around your waist again, gripping you tightly and pulling you flush against his body. His other hand gently caressed your jaw, his thumb running over your bottom lip.
Beck moved his face closer to you, tilting your head up slightly. He was practically towering over you at this point, and he loved it. His breath hit your skin, hot and heavy. Beck's hands began to wander, exploring your body and leaving a burning trail on your skin. His eyes darted between your eyes and lips, not knowing which one he wanted to look at more. Beck's mind was racing, a million thoughts running through his head at once. Seeing you like this, pressed up against the wall and practically melting into his touch, was something he had fantasized about for a long time.
He couldn't get enough of you. The way you shivered at his every touch, the way your breath hitched every time he got even an inch closer to you... it was driving him insane.
He leaned forward, pressing his body against yours even more. Beck's hand slid down your neck, slowly tracing over your collarbone and down your side. Beck's mind was completely fuzzy at this point. He could barely think straight, let alone focus on any one thing. The only thing he could focus on was the feeling of your body against his, the sound of your breaths, and the sight of your flushed cheeks and parted lips.
He couldn't hold back anymore. Beck's hand that was tracing down your side suddenly stopped. His fingers dug into your hip as he tried to resist the overwhelming urge to just dive into you and make you his. He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his thoughts from spiralling out of control. Beck was struggling to remain in control, but it was getting harder and harder with each passing moment.
His eyes slowly moved to your lips, watching the way they trembled a little. It was driving him crazy, and he couldn't stop himself any longer. Beck's self control finally snapped. He couldn't hold back any longer, the sight of you so close and so willing was too much to resist.
He suddenly leaned forward, crashing his lips against yours in a feverish and desperate kiss. Beck's hand at your hip moved up to grip the side of your face, tilting it up to match his. He pressed himself even closer to you, trapping you against the wall as he deepened the kiss. It was messy and desperate, years worth of pent up feelings pouring into this single moment. His other hand gripped your hip, pulling you tighter against him. Beck's thumb dug into your skin, leaving a burning trail of fire everywhere it touched. He couldn't get enough of you, wanting to explore every inch of your body and claim it as his own. His tongue forced its way past your lips, craving more and more of you. Beck's mind was completely clouded, consumed by the sheer need to have you all to himself. After a while we just decided to head to his RV before school ends...

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