Started off as a one night stand (Oli Sykes fanfic)

Started off as a one night stand

His eyes kept wandering back at you. During the whole concert you felt him staring. But no, he wouldn't notice you, would he? You were just another fan in the crowd. The night quickly came to an end but you couldn't get enough of the feeling you got from the pounding music.

"Alright guys, this is our last song," you heard when the tranquil sounds of Sleepwalking filled the room. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the music, avoiding Oli's deep stare. You remembered the numberous nights you spend crying in your room while listening to this song. The lyrics touched you in a way you never knew was possible. You felt tears coming up and opened your eyes only to see Oli still looking at you. His eyes were filled with emotions. They held a passion you had never seen before and you soon lost yourself in his stare, disappointed when he broke away to quickly talk to a security guard.

When he looked back you felt that same passionate stare again. But there was more. It wasn't just passion, it almost felt like lust. A longing feeling rose up inside you. Your mind went back to the times you spent thinking about the guy standing on stage, dreaming about how he would notice you and invite you backstage. You shook your head. That sort of things only happen in fanfics.

"It's like I'm sleepwalking." The last notes echoed through the venue and you already felt yourself wishing that you had payed more attention to the concert instead of dreaming about the lead singer. The band said their goodbyes and the crowd behind you soon began to thin out. You were about to walk away when a security guard stopped you.

"Could you follow me, miss?"

You were confused. "Uhm... Yeah, sure, I guess." The guy quickly walked away, leaving you clueless, while you were trying to follow him. He opened a door and gave you a backstage pass. "Okay. Just walk straight on. Second door," he mumbled as he walked away.

You cautiously walked through the hallway until you reached said door and knocked. "Come in," you heard a voice call. You opened the door and you immediately get pulled inside by a hand. Oli closed the door and pushed you against the wall. "Caught me staring, huh. Sorry, you just look so innocent. So... what are we going to play with first? Your mind or your body?" Your breath hitched as you felt his hot breath tickle your ear. You felt his hands lingering over your body. He pressed his hips against yours and you felt his already hard member, causing you to moan.

"You feel that, hun? That is all because of you. Not really nice of you to make me feel like that on stage. Maybe I should punish you for that." You felt his hot kisses trail your jaw until his lips finally locked with yours. You knew how wrong this was but you didn't care. It felt way too good. Your hands found their way to Oli's messy hair as you deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over your body until they found the hem of your shirt. Oli pulled away and you whined softly at the loss of contact as he pulled your top over your head. "Oli, wait! The door." He cursed as he quickly locked the door.

He tossed away his own shirt and you immediately crashed your lips onto his again. "Jump," Oli muttered. You obeyed and wrapped your legs around him as he pushed you back against the wall. "I'm going to fuck you so hard." His words triggered something in you and you felt him getting even harder as you desperately tried to move. Oli moaned at the sudden friction and turned around to throw you onto a couch standing in the middle of the room. His hands were cupping your still covered breasts as he left kisses on your stomach. He went further and further down, stopping when he reached your jeans. He looked up as he slowly unzipped the zipper. "Oli, fuck, stop teasing," you moaned as his fingers trailed the hem of your jeans. He smirked and quickly pulled them down along with your panties, leaving you in nothing but your bra. You couldn't help but notice his bulge, which seemed even bigger than before.

Your attention snapped back to Oli when you felt his tongue on your clit. He started slowly licking you as he inserted a finger. He started moving it at a slow pace, causing you to moan. He added another finger and started moving faster, never letting his tongue leave your clit. "Oh my god. I'm gonna cum," you yelled as you reached your screaming orgasm. Oli pulled away and started kissing you, letting you taste yourself. "I never guessed you to be that loud," he smirked. "I guess we just have to occupy that little mouth of yours." He stood up to undo his belt, giving you the opportunity to really look at him. His tattoos moved as he flexed his muscles, making him look even hotter. When Oli dropped his jeans his bulge was even more prominent. He pulled you up, putting you on the same level as his hot and bothered crotch. "Show me what you got," he prompted.

You slowly pulled down his boxers as you looked up at him. His eyes were filled with lust as his member escaped the limited space of his boxers. You grabbed him and cautiously started pumping. You slowly trailed your tongue along his length, already tasting the pre cum. Oli threw his head back at the sensation and you smiled at the mesmerizing view. Your lips closed around him as you slowly bobbed your head. Oli grabbed your hair, causing you to take even more of him in your mouth. His moans filled the room as he hit the back of your throath. You had a hard time breathing but the sight and sound of Oli made you oblivious to it. You kept pumping him and moving your head until you felt him twitch.

"Stop," he muttered. "I wanna cum inside you." He pushed you back onto the couch and placed himself on top of you as he positioned his length on front of your opening. His eyes found yours as he buried himself into you, his thrusts giving you no time to adjust. "Harder," you moaned. Oli immediatly reacted and the sound of slapping skin filled the room. You knew you wouldn't last much longer and Oli's heavy panting pushed you over the edge, giving you your best orgasm yet. Oli's thrusts became sloppy as the feeling of your walls clenching together got him down from his high. You felt his warm liquid shoot inside you as you rode out your orgasms.

After you put your clothes back on you turned back to Oli. "Here is my number. Call me when you get home," he said as he handed you a piece of paper. "Thanks." You opened the door and started to walk away. "Wait, I never got your name." You turned around. "Goodbye, Oliver."