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windhamsrotunda · 10 months

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!NSFW ALPHABET! A-I {PART 1}

Pairing: Oli Sykes x Female! Reader

Rating: Mature (18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!)

Warnings: RPF (Real Person Fiction), Tooth Rotting Fluff In The Beginning / Pet Names, Detailed Smut, Voice / Hand Kink, Dumbification, Slight BDSM elements, etc.

***Authors Note*** -> I decided to make up two parts of the NSFW alphabet with Oli Sykes, just note that this is my first time writing about him so yeah I guess part 2 will be posted whenever, so stayed tuned xx - Shar?

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex):

Oli's way of showing care for you is to check up on you, making sure you're treated like a princess after sex

He would place soft, warm kisses on your hands, looking you deeply into your eyes and cuddle with you all night, never leaving your side of the bed

''My love'' and ''honey bee'' are the names he would call you as he pulls you into a delicate embrace

His embrace ever so welcoming, making sure that you're protected at all costs

Oh, and him whispering sweet nothings in your ear is top tier because of his British accent

He is well known to be a gentleman behind and outside closed doors

You could listen to him talk to you all night until you fall fast to sleep

''Good night, my love''

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners):

His favorite body on him is his hands

Oli is known to have a huge hand kink where he can simply dominate you with his hands

Holding you up against the wall with a handful of your ass underneath the palms of his calloused, tattooed hands while he kisses you with lust and desire makes you yearn for him more

Usually if he doesn't have you held against the wall, he would use his fingers on your mouth and let you suck them clean while you're on your knees in front of him

''Atta girl,'' he praises as he gently slides his fingers halfway in and out of your parted lips, his cock getting harder by the second watching you in absolute awe

His favorite body part of yours, however, is your pussy

Don't get him wrong, but Oli doesn't just care about your pussy, he also has the interest to pull on your hair

Pulling your head back while fucking you from behind with his hand clasped over your mouth and the other hand grasped in a fistful of your hair is like a sight of heaven to him

Eyes closed shut and the muffled moans you sputter out until drool covers the palm of his hand is so hot to Oli

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Speaking of cum, if you're on your knees, he'll make you suck his fingers clean of his cum

Making you reach your orgasm until you can no longer climax is his main priority during sex

If you're not satisfied, then he is not satisfied either

You and Oli will go a couple of rounds

Maybe three or four

Until you're completely fucked out and your legs are jittering

Completely out of breath and until your brain goes foggy

To the point you cannot think straight or coherent sentences of your own

Sometimes, he'll ask for your permission to cum on your face

Other times, he'll fill you up to the rim, making you tremble uncontrollably underneath him

Just depending on how tired the both of you are that day when he comes home from a long day of tour

D = Dirty secret, (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oli doesn't like secrets

He will never keep secrets from you

He usually is up front and honest with you

That is what makes his relationship so strong with you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He has great experience, and he would never disappoint in bed guaranteed

Knowing that he has been in bed with other women (before you, of course)

Oli in fact does know what he is doing, he is like a sex god

He will make you weak in the knees for days straight

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

To put it bluntly, Oli's favorite position is where he can grab you and lift you up against the wall

And take control over you

He loves being in control no matter the circumstances

He also loves where he can see his and your complexion in the mirror

Watching in front of a mirror while he ruins you and flips you inside out is his most favorite thing to see

''You're being so good for me, love.'' he states

''God... so fucked out already? don't give up on me yet, we're only getting started.''

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc)

Oli has his moments where he can be serious when it comes down to sex

It just depends on how good of a mood he is in that day

But if he is in a bad mood, he usually warns you on what he is going to do to you beforehand so you're in the know

''We're going to try something a little different tonight, and I need you to follow my every instruction that I give you. You understand me, love?''

''If you don't follow my instructions, you're going to be punished, yeah?''

He grabs something out of the front pocket of his leather jeans

Oli's inked fingers graze your jawline, then he puts a silky, black blindfold on you

Swiftly tying it behind your head, you hear him shifting out of his outfit

Next thing you knew, you were on all fours on the bed

''Ah, fuck Oli!''

All you could feel is the leather whip woosh against your prickly skin

''Such a pretty mess we have,'' you heard him chuckle darkly, placing a messy kiss on the nape of your neck

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc)

He is very much well groomed

Oli keeps himself pretty clean and well trimmed

There aren't times when he wouldn't take the time to match the drapes

He does know how to keep himself in good hygiene

Even after a long performance of a show, he makes sure to shower

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

This man has a heart of gold outside of the lust aspect

It's never always about fucking / having rough sex

He tries to switch it up every so often to keep the intimacy alive

Making romantic love besides it being lustful and completely filthy all of the time makes it much more intense and more into the feels

He holds you in place while both of your bodies passionately rock together

Sharing the same oxygen, your heavy breathing in sync with his as your foreheads meet each other

Often, you would hear his heartbeat every now and then

His deep gaze never leaving yours, my god he is heaven made material

Freshly picked rose petals laying in a shape of a heart on the king-sized bed waiting just for you makes your heart melt

During the special moments spent with your soulmate Oli, he reminds you of how much he loves you with a heavy heart

''Y/N, you're so damn gorgeous love, you sweep me off of my feet every time you walk in this room.''

Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are appreciated, but highly encouraged! <3 - Shar?

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windhamsrotunda · 9 months

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Come Sink Into Me (And Let Me Breathe You In)

Pairing: Oli Sykes x Female! Reader

Synopsis: While on tour with Fall Out Boy and Bring Me The Horizon, you end up being stuck in a broken down elevator with your boyfriend Oli Sykes, making the boys wonder where you two are at.

Rating: Mature (18+ Only) Minors Do Not Interact!

Warnings: smut, voice kink, rpf (real person fiction), use of pet names (love, baby doll, good girl), slight daddy kink (reader calls Oli daddy once or twice), unprotected / semi-public sex (in an elevator on a table), pussy slapping, m! receiving, angst at the very end.

Word Count: 2.2k+

The boys of Bring Me The Horizon had recently gone on tour with Fall Out Boy during the summer. Your boyfriend, Oli Sykes, who you had been in a relationship with since 2015 had you tag along with him for the remainder of the tour. Oli knew how lonely you get when he’s away, so he decided it would be a good idea to bring you with him. You and him were helping move a few things for Fall Out Boy’s tour bus while Mat, Vegan, Jordan, and Lee were elsewhere getting everything together for their set.

‘’You sure you can lift that all by yourself, love?’’ Oli asked, watching you struggle with trying to lift a table across the lot. ‘’Here, let me help you with that.’’

Your boyfriend ran to your aid, grabbed one of the ends of the table while you had helped him carry it into the elevator.

‘’Good job.’’ he flashed a charming smile at you, then proceeded to press the down level on the elevator button.

He rested the flat of his hand on the table, you and him patiently waited for the elevator to let you out so the both of you could set it inside of Fall Out Boy’s tour bus and move onto the next step.

A few moments after waiting for it to let the two of you off, you glanced up at the sign, realizing that it wasn’t moving.

‘’Oli, we have a problem.’’ you announced, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

He glanced up from his phone.

‘’Bloody hell, now we’re stuck. We need to get this table down to their tour bus or we are going to be late for the set!’’

He let out a frustrated sigh, kicking the door.

‘’It’s okay babe, we are going to figure this out one way or the other,’’ you told him, rubbing his shoulder.

‘’What else could go wrong today? First having to carry heavy ass furniture so that Fall Out Boy could refurnish their tour bus, now we’re stuck on the damn elevator with no way out.’’

‘’I know what might get your frustration out,’’ you said aloud, a small smirk appearing upon your lips.

‘’What is it, love?’’ the tone in Oli’s voice sounded so unenthusiastic, but you knew exactly how to get his enthusiasm back.

You gently pressed his backside against the cold elevator wall, grabbing the hem of his shirt and kissed him. He followed up by switching sides with you so your back was pressed up on the wall, his large hands resting on either side of your waist. His tongue begged for entrance, you melted into the kiss as if this was your first time kissing a man like Oli. Your tongues danced around each other in dominance as he hoisted one of your legs up to align with his waist so you could wrap your legs around him.

‘’Fuck… you realize there is cameras in this elevator, right?’’ you muttered against his lips dumbfoundedly.

‘’Don’t worry about the camera footage, if we get arrested for having sex, then so be it.’’ he replied, a small laugh escalated out of him.

‘’Okay,’’ you trusted your gut about all of this, soonly after your shyness of being on camera slowly went away.

Your legs were now secured around Oli’s waist, he laid you down on the table on your back. His eyes fixated on your clothed body, t’sking.

‘’Let’s get these clothes off of you, yeah?’’ he peeled your black leather skirt right off of you until they hit the center of the flooring.

Your cheeks flushed into this pink fleshy color, your eyes never leaving his tattooed hands exploring your body. Thousands of goosebumps had formed on your prickly skin, writhing under his delicate touch.

‘’Oli…’’ you breathed out, biting the bottom of your lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood.

‘’Eyes up at me, love.’’ the pad of his thumb lifted your chin up so you could gaze directly into his mesmerizing eyes.

Your chest bellowed up and down and your breathing got a bit heavier than it was before. Within a decimeter away from your heated sex, he kneeled down in between your quivering legs, using his teeth to rip off the thin material of your laced panties. You gasped, softly whimpering while your hot middle aged rockstar boyfriend swiped his finger up your slick folds.

‘’Fucking hell, wet already? I barely even touched you baby doll.’’ he had gotten up from his knees, leaning in close to your face, but not too close.

‘’Fucking tease,’’ you mentally thought.

Silence had broken between the two of you momentarily, sharing the same air you consumed was enough to keep the love alive. But Oli and you had other intentions for each other, more like lust and not only just having the most toe curling, shaking until you can’t stand or think straight sex, but this love was truly real.

‘’N-need you,’’ you plead, your brain all fuzzed out with lustfulness and your cunt throbbing from the sexual tension.

‘’Need me for what, love? Can’t fulfill your request unless you use your words.’’

‘’I need you to use me.’’

‘’Gotta be a little more specific.’’

Fuck.

‘’Need your cock, I-I need you to be inside me, please use me daddy, want to be your little flesh light.’’

‘’Mmm, I like when you call me that.’’ he purred, ‘’You want it? You got it. Besides, I think you have been a very good girl for daddy, don’t you agree?’’

The words that rolled off of his tongue made you whimper and nod your head in response, you could listen to his thick British accent all day. It instantly puts you in a trance every single time. Your legs were now sprawled out in front of Oli, each of your hands gripped onto the edges of the table until your knuckles turned pearl white. He took a step forward, unbuckling his belt and getting his outfit completely off of him. Drool practically trickled down the side of your chin, admiring his tattooed frame. It was so difficult to take your eyes off of the rockstar, you could tell he has been hitting the gym and taking much better care of himself compared to the first time you met him.

Oli pulled you in fast closer to him, which made you slightly yelp.

‘’I got you baby doll, I won’t let you fall.’’ he soothingly said to you.

Without an expectation, he centered himself to the beginning of your dripping entrance, then made his way inside of you, letting you feel him inch by inch.

‘’Ah, fuck!’’ you bellowed, biting your lip once more.

‘’You are so fuckin’ wet for me, it’s pathetic.’’ he sighed in pleasure, thrusting his hips forward at a steady pace. The sounds of skin slapping against skin had filled the solid elevator walls, loud moans and groans came from the two of you, especially Oli.

‘’Pathetic needy little thing, couldn’t wait until we got to the tour bus after my concert was over.’’ he spat, fucking you into oblivion.

‘’Tell me who makes you feel this way?’’

‘’You! You make me feel this way Oli!’’ you yelled, almost stumbling over your words.

‘’Good fuckin’ girl. And who else can make you feel this damn good?’’ he challenged you.

‘’N-no one else but you, sir! I a-am all yours!’’

A smirk had played upon his lips, the palm of his hand roughly slapping your pussy.

‘’Fuck!’’ a loud cry had escalated out of your tight chest, reaching down to apply more pressure to your clit to try to overstimulate yourself.

‘’Ah ah,’’ he smacked your hand away, ‘’no touching yourself unless I say so.’’

A frustrated, gurgled groan bubbled out of you. Oli continued to pound in and out of you at a rhythmic pace, the head of his cock finally finding your g spot. Burying himself deep inside of you, his head fell into your chest and sweat rolled down the side of his flushed face.

‘’Where can I cum, love? On your pretty little face or inside of your already ruined pussy?’’

‘’Inside of me, I am o-on the pill,’’ you felt your toes beginning to curl, you saw stars flash before your very own eyes.

‘’S-so close…’’ you heard him say, quickening his pace at a much faster speed.

‘’Gonna cum, oh my god!’’ he let out a dramatic moan, painting your walls with his seed.

He pulled out of you and held you up in his arms to get you down off the table to support your balance.

‘’Such a good girl.’’ he praised, letting you get down on your knees.

‘’You know what to do from here.’’

You looked up at the 36 year old man, taking his throbbing length into your hands, pumping him. Oli threw his head back, moaning in pleasure. You mentally pictured him sticking his fingers into his mouth, just like he did that one time at one of his concerts which drove you crazy. His inked hands gently grasped onto strands of your hairs, cursing out.

‘’Ah fuck.. Such a pretty sight. My little flesh light,’’ he chuckled, his breathing progressively getting heavy.

‘’Want to ruin that pretty makeup that’s on your face next,’’

He bucked his hips as you sucked on his base, now taking him all the way into your mouth.

You quickly bobbed your head hard onto his dick, moaning at the taste. Your eyes narrowed up at your boyfriend, who seemed to be overstimulating himself. Gagging down on the end of his length, your eyes began to water and black mascara streamed down your cheeks.

‘’Doing s-so good, holy fuck!’’ he praised you again, a pornographic moan had escaped past his lips, now cumming in your mouth.

Quickly pulling away, you managed to swallow his seed. Leaning up against the wall in exhaustion, he lended out a hand to you. Pulling you straight off the floor, Oli hugged you tightly into a generous embrace.

‘’Was I too rough..?’’ he asked in concern, grabbing a handkerchief from out of his pants pocket and wiping your smeared makeup off of your stinging cheeks.

‘’No, you were amazing.’’ you smiled big, planting a soft kiss onto his wet lips.

He heard his phone buzz suddenly. He picked his clothes up along with his phone to read the message.

Mat N: Where are you guys? Are you okay?

Oli: We’re on our way back, thank you for the concern.

‘’Who texted?’’

‘’Mat, of course. No need to worry, we’ll figure out a way to get out of here.‘’

***TIME SKIP***

‘’Hey Y/N, where were you?’’ Jordan asked, approaching you.

‘’Long story short, but Oli and I were stuck in the elevator.’’ you replied, ‘’Not sure for how long, but we managed to get out.’’

‘’We were worried sick about you, including Pete, Patrick, Joe, and Andy. We all were. But I am glad you guys are okay.’’ he said.

‘’Thank you Jordan, means a lot.’’

‘’Ready to go on stage, Jordan?’’ Lee called out with Vegan by his side waiting.

‘’Ready when you guys are, let’s rock their fuckin’ world. I’ll see you later Y/N, take care.’’ The two of you exchanged goodbyes before separating ways.

Oli was already on stage, doing his own thing. You were backstage, watching your rockstar boyfriend in awe.

‘’So tell all your friends

This is the end of everything

Too late to repent

The wicked will reap what they sow

We will sanctify (rise, my brethren)

Purify (purge out the sin)

Rejoice in their sorrow and sing

All hail next gen (all hail next gen)

Can I get an amen?’’

You sang along to the words, cheering on for him and his band mates. Everything was going out well right until you received a phone call.

Who is calling me? You thought.

Private number.

You swiped up to answer and held the phone close to your ear.

‘’Hello?’’

‘’Remember me, Y/N?’’

‘’How the ever fuck did you get my number, Jack?’’ You gritted your teeth not amused at your ex boyfriend first coming up to you and Oli’s place, threatening to embarrass you and reveal your secrets, then calling you from out of nowhere.

‘’Chill out. No need to get your panties in a bind. Besides, I hope you’re much happier with that sick ass British out of touch man you’re with now.’’

‘’Excuse me…?’’ you bit your tongue, not trying to make a huge scene.

‘’Yeah, that’s right. Didn’t stutter. You heard me loud and clear. I will never forget what the fuck you did to me. I will ruin your life, until next time, bitch.’’

Your ex hung up the other line of the phone, leaving you speechless.

You fought back tears, Oli took a quick glance over at you,

‘’Y/N?’’ he mouthed, looking very concerned.

You signaled a thumbs up sign to him, pretending you were okay, but in reality you really weren't. You were hurting inside. You wanted to get rid of your ex for good.

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