I need you so bad
You stared down at the phone in your hand, shielding the screen from any curious eyes. You were currently in the middle of the grocery store, and you did not want to deal with this right now. You were running errands after getting off work at the Sheffield home base of Drop Dead Clothing.
You'd been trying to find a way to end things with your boss, and current fuck, Oli Sykes, for a few weeks now. He was attached - to one of your best friends, not to mention. You were attracted to him, and the sex was great, but you didn't want him to only see you as a sex object anymore.
Oliver, I'm at the store right now. I'm busy.
To be honest, you were sick of being the other girl all of the time. You'd been going behind the back of Hannah Snowdon, your friend and Oliver's fiancé, messing around with Oli for a few months now. You were tired of just sleeping around, you were ready for a relationship with someone.
Please, I can't stop thinking about you. I've wanted to fuck you all day.
Hannah's at work and I've got another hour and a half or so until she gets back. But I need you.
You weren't going to lie, his text made your stomach flip with excitement. You decided one more time couldn't do anymore damage than you'd already done, right?
I'll be there in 15.
***
You pulled up to Oli's house no later than ten minutes after you'd left the store. You sat in your car, and looked up at the obnoxiously windowed home. The windows had always freaked you out whenever you were in there, how did anyone have any privacy?
You weighed your options on whether or not to go inside and go through with messing around with an engaged man. As you had previously decided, though, what would one more time really be in the grand scheme of things? You were already a bitch, anyway.
You sighed heavily in annoyance, but got out of the car anyway. You threw your keys into your purse, and made your way to the front door. You reluctantly knocked on the door, waiting for Oli to open it.
"God, what took you so long?" Oli asked, as he opened the door. Holy fucking shit.
He hadn't done anything to his hair today, it was curly and messy, and your insides flipped. He's been letting it grow out recently, and his long, messy hair was always a turn on for you. He had on a sleeveless shirt from his clothing company, Drop Dead, and you couldn't lie: you wanted him to take you and have his way with you right then and there.
You sucked in a breath before gathering your composure. "I told you, I was at the store." You walked in past him, and he kicked the door closed behind you.
"And I told you that I need you right now." He replied, grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you around. He pressed you up against the wall of the entryway, and roughly crashed his lips to yours. "Hannah won't be home for another hour or so." He whispered gruffly as he separated his lips from yours for barely three seconds, before attacking you again.
He nipped at your bottom lip, and you moaned, already unable to back out of this. He traced your lip, begging for entrance, and you easily gave it to him. His tongue met yours, and you swirled yours around his, massaging it. He let out a small moan, and it sent a shock of vibrations through your entire body. You were so ready for this, Hannah Snowdon wasn't even a thought in your mind.
Oli's mouth left yours, and you were disappointed, until you felt his lips on your neck, right under your ear.
"Let's move this to your bedroom." You whispered, and Oli groaned against your skin. He tapped your thigh and you jumped, clasping your legs around his waist. Good thing you chose to wear a dress today.
He nipped at your skin as he carried you, and you tried to steady your breathing to curse at him, but there was no chance in hell that was happening. He somehow managed to open and close the bedroom door behind the two of you, and threw you back up against the wall. You threw your purse from your shoulder, and it landed somewhere on the floor.
"Oli," you moaned as he pulled at your dress straps. He placed his mouth on your breast and sucked on the tender skin, with the intention of leaving a mark. The thought alone was enough to drive you crazy.
"You're mine today, baby." He said, his voice guttural.
Suddenly, his fingers were on your bare thigh, sliding upward towards your core. He stopped before he got to the lining of your panties, and traced his fingers ever so lightly on your skin. "Oliver, we don't have time for this. Just fuck me please," you begged, your voice the opposite of his: breathy and shaky.
Oliver chuckled, and his hands ripped your panties down your legs. You struggled to shake them off, before you were pulling at his jeans. You got them undone, and Oliver fluidly shuffled out of them and his boxers. He lifted the hem of your dress up and pulled it up to your chest as you pulled his shirt off. The two of you were a mess of arms and clothing, and your hormones were running wild. You felt like a seventeen year old who was about to have sex for the first time.
"Christ, I'm going to fuck you so hard, Y/N. I've been so horny for you all day." Oli growled.
"Fuck, Oliver, just fuck me already." You begged, and he lined himself up with your entrance before thrusting deeply into you. "Shit!" You yelled out, your head spinning as he thrusted into you again, trying to find his pace. His arms were on either side of your neck for support, and your fingers found their way to his shoulders.
"Christ, Y/N, you're so fucking tight." Oliver groaned, exhaling a breath he'd been holding.
You moaned as he went deeper, and you dug your nails into the crevices of his shapely, extremely tattooed arms.
"Oh, God, Oliver!" You cried out, desperate for air, as he relentlessly hit your G-spot over and over.
Oli moved one of his hands from the wall, and moved to your breast. He grabbed it in his hand, cause you to moan out. He pinched your nipple, earning a whimper from you, as you arched your back. You were overcome by pleasure, and he had you in the palm of his hand. He re-attached his hand to the wall, knowing he would need the support soon enough.
"Oli, I'm so fucking close." You managed to get out, and you held on to his arms even tighter, feeling like your legs were going to give out any second.
"Me, too." He said, his voice shaky. He kept thrusting at the same speed, but you could tell he was getting close. With one final, deep thrust, you came undone around him.
"Oliver!" You screamed his name, as he did the same. You felt his release, and he finished, giving a few more sloppy thrusts. Your head fell to his shoulder, and your legs were tingling.
"Fuck," you laughed lightly. "I think that was the best sex I've had yet."
Oli hummed in response, and the two of you moved to lay on the bed to cool down before getting dressed. It was then that you heard the faint vibrations coming from your purse. You found it on the floor near the closet, and groaned, getting up to retrieve it.
Hannah Snowdon (missed call)
"The irony." You muttered, as you walked back to the bed and sat next to Oli. He sat up, reading your screen over your shoulder. A text came in a few seconds later.
Hey, have you heard from oli at all? He isn't answering my calls.
You tossed your phone behind you on the bed and laid down.
"I'm so fucked." You said, running your hands over your face.
"Hey, we're fucked together." Oli said, leaning back on the bed beside you. He grabbed your phone, opened it, and pulled up the text message.
You watched as the same fingers that just have you so much happiness danced across the screen, composing a reply to his fiancé:
No, I've been busy all afternoon.
It wasn't a lie, at least.
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Don't hate me omg
