Book of One-Shots

Little Black Dress [Oliver Sykes Smut]

Emily~ 

"Em!" I heard Oliver shout from downstairs, the impatience in his voice thin. "Are you almost ready?" He asked. I shouted a yes before taking one last look in the mirror. I had gone shopping earlier with my best friend for an outfit since tonight, Oliver and I are celebrating our three year anniversary, and the release of Bring Me The Horizon's newest album, Sempiternal. I had planned out the entire evening and I just hope that nothing goes wrong.  

My eyes scanned my appearance, a smile plastered on my lips at the sight of the girl staring back at me in the mirror. My brown hair was pin straight and shinning under the soft light of our bedroom. I decided to apply minimum make-up; eyeliner that made my green eyes pop, light foundation and pink lipstick. The black dress reached down to my mid thigh, but it hugged my curves perfectly. Without sounding vain, I'd say that I looked hot.  

I quickly grabbed my things before walking out of our bedroom. As I walked down the stairs, I stifled a giggle as I saw Oliver leaning against the end of the staircase, his back facing me. "Oli," I said his name in a playful tone. Oliver turned around, his eyes widening as they scanned me from my head to my toes.  

"Hell no," he said, his words causing my smile to fall.  

"What?" I asked, suddenly self conscious of my appearance.  

"You are not wearing that," he said. The tone in his voice showed that it was more of a statement, rather than an observation. "Go change." He ordered.  

"What?" I almost laughed at his request, "Who are you to tell me what I can and can't wear?"  

"Emily, you are not wearing that." He pressed, his teeth grit together.  

"Why not, Oliver?"  

"Because... Because it's too revealing. For fucks sake, we're going to a restaurant, not a fucking night club." He snapped. I quickly walked down the stairs and stood in front of him. Despite the fact that I had heels on, I was no match to his 6'2" height while I stood at 5'3". "Take it off."  

"No," I stood my ground, refusing to give in to him, "I will not take this fucking dress off, Oliver. I can wear whatever I want. You aren't my fucking father, so stop acting like it."  

"Then stop acting like some slutty teenager!" He shouted, his hands tugged at his brown hair in frustration.  

"Fuck you!" I pushed his chest, but Oliver didn't even falter.  

He glared at me for a few seconds before he said, "Fine. If you won't take that dress off, I will."  

"Wha-" Before I could even finish, Oliver caught my mouth with his, silencing me completely. His hands push me against the wall and I instinctively go for his hair, but he stops me before I can do so.  

Oliver tugs at the straps of the black dress and slides them off my shoulders. He rolls the material down my body until it hits the floor with a soft thud. He smirks, his eyes raking over my half naked body. I knew at some point the night would end like this so I had decided to wear the lace black underwear that I knew he loved.  

"Turn around." He ordered. I nod and do as he said. My chest pressed against the cool surface of the wall and I purposely stick my bum out. Oliver curses behind me, his hand slapped my ass. I whimper at the pain and pleasure of his harsh contact. "God dammit," he pulls back the waistband of my underwear and slowly begins to tug it off.  

"I didn't want you wearing that fucking dress," He said and spreads my legs apart, "because I didn't want to have to kill the idiot who decides to stare at your amazing fucking body." He squeezed my bum and spreads my folds, a whimper left my mouth. 

"Oli," I managed to say, the anticipating of feeling his tongue inside me became too much to bare. Suddenly, I felt his finger shove inside me, causing a loud scream to leave my mouth. "Fuck." I grunted, my hands wrapped around the railing of the staircase. He continued to move his finger inside me before adding another finger. "Oliver," I moaned his name as I felt him curl his fingers, hitting my g-spot perfectly. The familiar knot in my stomach grew tighter and I knew that I was close. 

I knew Oliver could sense it too because he quickly pulled his fingers out and turned me around. His hazel eyes were completely dark with lust, and his breathing was slightly hitched. He quickly pulled down his tight jeans to his ankles and pressed his mouth against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up off the ground. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist while my back pressed against the wall. 

Oliver lined himself at my entrance before slowly going in. I tilted my head back, moaning in pleasure and pain at the feeling of his large erection filling me up. Oliver began rocking his hips at a painfully slow pace. "Faster, Oli," I begged, my eyes shutting close.  

His lips found my neck and he began leaving rough bites and kisses on my skin. His grip on my thighs tightened and he began to pick up his pace. "Emily," he groaned, burying his face into my neck. "I love you," he said. 

"I..." I attempted to return the words, but my mind was completely blank. All I could focus on was the immense pleasure of having Oliver inside of me.  

"Look at me," he ordered. I sensed that he was close and so was I. Opening my eyes, I stared directly at Oliver. His hazel eyes were a mixture of anger, lust and love. I pressed our lips together and kissed his sloppily. Our lips moved together and so did our bodies. I moved my hands down and wrapped them around his torso, my face buried into his black t-shirt. "You feel so good- so tight." He said. 

The tight knot returned and I rolled my hips to meet Oliver's thrust. All it took was one thrust and I was screaming out his name. Oliver's member twitched inside me and he released his load. Panting, I tightened my grip on Oliver's torso and rested my head against his chest, happy that I had someone so loving, protective and caring like him in my life.