Maybe one where you’re Oli’s new girlfriend and you’re staying at his house for a few days to get away from your parents. But Oli is having a really bad week and he’s making you like do everything. Clean, cook, all dat shit. And once you’ve had it, you both start fighting, then Oli grabs you really hard and he starts you know.-. (Not rape or anything just like fucking you really, really hard, spanking you and all dat shit) I felt so awkward writing this.-.
(Um … Modification: not kinky. Sorry. And Jesus I hate making Oli look like an asshole… and OK, now i’m officially exhausted so good night loves, sorry this is really shitty xx)
You’d been at Oli’s for four days now to escape from your parents, but you were starting to regret it.
“You done cleaning that yet?” Oli asked sharply as he waltzed into the kitchen, sitting on the counter as he watched you scrub the mess he’d made off the floor.
You sighed and sat back on your heels with the sponge in your hand, “Almost.”
“Taken you long enough,” he muttered under his breath. “You gonna make dinner soon? I’m starving.”
You’d had it; for the last week, all you’d done was cook and clean for Oli, who was in a pissy mood to add to everything. He’d invited you to stay over when you told him that your parents were still upset and taking out all their shit on you because you’d finally told them you were dating Oli. Then, they got mad because you hadn’t told them for the two months you’d been dating before that. It was just a lose-lose situation. For the first day you didn’t really mind because Oli was letting you stay in his home, but after the second day you knew that this wasn’t normal for Oli. You may have only been dating for four months, but you knew Oli better than he thought.
Which is why you became pissed, and let out all your pent up frustration from the last couple of days, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shouted, standing from the floor to get in his face. “What the actual fuck, Oliver? Why are you treating me like shit? If you don’t fucking want me here, tell me! I’m only here because you invited me, and I thought it might be a bit of fun, but this isn’t fun, Oli. Me cleaning and cooking for you and working your every demand; it’s not fun! So you can make your own bloody dinner, seeing as you’re a grown man, and I’m going to go home,” you ranted, throwing the sponge down on the ground near the bucket before turning to storm out of the kitchen.
You didn’t make it half way up the stairway before Oli grabbed your waist, pushing you up against the wall as his hand roughly palmed you through your tights. His lips crashed into yours as he pressed his body harder into you, grinding his hips against yours making you moan involuntarily into the kiss.
He pulled back, tugging harshly on your lower lip before growling, “Don’t fucking shout at me god dammit.”
“Don’t give me a reason to shout,” you snarled back, eyes closed as your head fell back against the wall.
“Oh, you’ll have a reason to shout,” he chuckled darkly as he let go of you to unbuckle his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down as you shimmied out of your tights and thong.
His hands grasped your ass firmly as he rubbed his erection against your core, making you let out a low growl of straight need for him.
“Don’t tease, Oliver; it’s not polite,” you groaned through clenched teeth as he kissed your jaw, squeezing your bum harder as he pressed into you, sending little electric like shocks through your entire body.
“Hush up,” he let out a moan as he captured your lips with his, momentarily distracting you as he thrust fully into you, making you cry out against his lips.
You could feel his grin as he thrust in and out of you harshly, biting down on your lower lip as his hands traveled to the small of your back, pulling you tighter into him. As he thrust, you couldn’t think straight. All that was going through your mind was your pent up frustration from Oli being in a bad mood, and that must’ve been affecting your actions because he let out a low moan as you dug your fingernails into his naked shoulder blades.
“Bloody hell, Y/N,” he grunted, and that was the sign that you knew he was close.
You could feel your body building itself up, but you needed something else to push you over the edge. You released one hand from his back and took one of his, guiding it in-between your stomachs; Oli already knowing what you had in mind. His hand traveled painfully slow until his thumb dipped into your folds, crying out as his thumb rolled over your clit.
He began to pant as his thrusts became sloppier, and you knew that he would refuse to finish before you, so his thumb massaged your clit harder than before, almost on the verge of pain, but enough to make the world around you explode and your vision blacken as you screamed his name. Not moments later did Oli finish as well, thrusting a few more times to let you both ride out your highs as you could feel his warmth spread inside of you.
He leaned his forehead against yours as you both fought to catch your breath, leaning in and kissing you softly as he pulled out of you, and shimmying back into his pants; you doing the same. You stood and stared at each other in the stairwell once you were fully clothed once more, and he ran a hand through his hair awkwardly.
“Erm, look, Y/N. I’m sorry. I really do want you here, it’s just I’m not used to living with anyone else, yeah? It’s always just me, and after a while it get’s lonely, but it’s nice because I can get away from everything and have privacy… but when someone is living with me it’s hard to forget that they’re not here to hurt me… just to stay. So I try and … yenno, like, subconsciously test them to see if they would stay… and you did,” he explained, stepping forward and wrapping his long arms around your waist, pulling you in for a hug.
You nuzzled your cheek into his bare chest before speaking, “Oli, it’s alright. I know you need your privacy… and so do I. But please, please don’t ever make me clean after you’ve thrown up ever again. Not unless I voluntarily agree… please.”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, “I’m so sorry love, that was nasty. But guess what?”
“What?” you asked, looking up, but not letting go.
“I think you’ve officially passed the “Can I really live with a big prick” test.”