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"the library" ((oliver sykes au))

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keep in mind that i was picturing 2008 oliver whilst writing this. if you're just here for the smut you might wanna scroll down a fair bit, i got somewhat carried away with the plot.

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i fumbled with the books on the shelf, pulling out almost every one on the row in search of something new, anything new. suddenly a shiny, bright red spine caught my eye, black cursive printed along it. i pulled it out and i felt a smile spread across my face. i had never heard or let alone seen anything like it before. the sound of five books crumpling to the ground beside me made my breath hitch. i looked to my right to see a boy, no younger than me, picking up the pile of books he once held from the floor.

"do you need any help?" he looked up at me through his brown mop of hair and i instantly noticed the red rose inked across his neck. a silver ring was pierced through his bottom lip, and his eyes were a warm shade of brown. i scoffed.

"no," he spoke, his thick english accent filling the small space. "thank you". i watched him struggle to gather the heavy text books in his thin arms that were covered by a black sweatshirt, but something made me question whether his arms were covered in ink too. i couldn't help but laugh at how out of placed he looked. a teenage boy, covered in tattoos, in a library where books were stacked as high as the ceiling. "what?" his gaze darted to me.

"are you sure you are in the right place?" i say, not being able to hide the humour behind my words.

"what — you've never seen a punk in a book store before?" he raised an eyebrow. the words 'book store' alone was enough to let me know that he had never stepped foot into a library before. i rolled my eyes. "actually, i do need help". i smiled, stepping closer to the british boy. i watched as he pushed the large text books back into the empty space on the shelf and leant in so his lips were beside my ear. "who are you?" he whispered, as if he wanted to be the only one to know.

"isabella." his thick accent made my throat dry. i couldn't tear my eyes away from his, they held me in some sort of a trance which continued to captivate and intrigue me. i leaned in as he did to me, "and who are you?"

"oliver." i smiled. oli. "what?" he questioned my expression. i shrugged.

"did you actually come here to find something or?" i said. the tension between us was incredibly thick, you could legitimately cut it with a knife. i noticed his eyes watching my lips as i waited for him to respond.

"maybe.." his gaze continued to trail slowly down my body, evaluating every detail. "not." his eyes met mine again but i noticed how his pupils had dilated. the ceiling lights above us suddenly flickered twice, before the entire library's light system failed. he and i stood there still, despite the sudden darkness that consumed the library. rain pounded against the walls and subtle lightning could be heard in the distance.

"how ironic." i scoffed, looking up at the ceiling that no longer provided light.

"you know whats ironic?" oliver spoke, his voice echoing in the throughout the aisle of books. i opened my mouth to ask what, when his lips collided with mine, silencing my words. the cool of his lip ring against the warmth of our lips made my thighs quiver. every muscle in my body wanted to break the intimacy between us, but i couldn't.

"this is so.. wrong" i manage to breathe in between our lips. oliver's hand trailed down my side, until it reached my thigh. he ran his fingers along the hem of my dress, before he lifted the floral material and placed his palm on my heat.

"are you asking me to stop?" he said, his accent even huskier than before.

yes you are bella.

he began rubbing softly against the silk of my underwear, slowly increasing pressure and speed. i shook my head at his question, heavy and messy breaths spilling from my lips. "good." he whispered before pushing my shoulders slightly so my back was against the bookshelf. i hooked my arms around oliver's neck and ran a hand through his hair, making the corners of his lips curl upward as he kissed me. "i have wanted you from the first time i laid eyes on you isabelle." he said against my lips. i pulled away, looking into his eyes in the darkness. he cocked his head in confusion.

"wanted me?" i repeat. the words were oddly foreign to me. oli nodded. "i don't understand.." my voice trailed off as i tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear. he cupped my cheek, tracing circles with his thumb.

"listen to me isabelle. you are beautiful. there is something about you that made these feelings come to the surface, when i haven't felt any type of joy in such a long time. you made me feel something, feel happy, feel confident. i want to enjoy this moment with you, even if i don't ever get to see you again after this moment." i smiled, really smiled. i opened my mouth to respond, "now shut up and let me kiss you." i didn't protest as oliver's lips met mine once again. he kissed along my jawline until he came to the sweet spot on my neck. i sucked in a sharp breath as i felt his hand slip inside the white silk of my panties. whilst sucking and grazing his teeth against my neck, his long fingers ran through my folds and teased my entrance.

"oliver," i saud breathlessly, throwing my head back in ecstasy. he began adding pressure to my clit, rubbing it as slow as possible. my hips bucked upward in my attempt to create more friction, but his hand pulled away leaving the area between my thighs throbbing with anticipation. i hooked a leg around his waist, trying to be as close to his body as i could. he traced slow and light circles on my inner thigh, making every cell in my body want to scream. his fingers went back to my clit, rubbing hard and fast. my mouth dropped open at the sudden intensity of pleasure erupting through my body. i cried out each time he applied more pressure and went a little faster. a hand was suddenly cupped over my mouth, oliver signalling for me to be quiet.

"you should know the rules of this place better than me." he whispered, sarcasm laced in his accent. his hand didn't stop, but the other didn't move from my mouth in attempt to muffle my loud moans. his fingers left my clit and teased my entrance once again, before two of them entered me, pumping in and out and slowly increasing speed. my back arched off of the bookshelf and my hips began to move in unison to his fingers. my fingers became lost im his hair and our lips never broke contact. oliver's movements became quicker and i could feel my stomach tightening.

"i-" the words remained stuck in my throat as the lights switched back on. oliver pulled his hand from my panties and i untangled myself from his body. the only sound within the small space in which we stood was my loud and unsteady breathing. i watched as he looked out of the window across the room, and saw the same thing as i, torrential rain and bright flashes of lighting.

"i wouldn't be able to rest knowing you were driving home alone in that," he motioned towards the storm. i raised an eyebrow. "come back with me. at least until all of this shit clears." i nod, not thinking twice.

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so i guess that was part one of this mini fanfic lololol i got so carried away with this plot

vote + comment if y'all want a part two

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