Beautiful (Oli Sykes Imagine/Smut)

Request: Can you make an Oli sykes imagine where you’ve been dating for 2 months and you are an insecure virgin, and you tell Oli you’re ready do have sex with him. Can you make it smutty and a bibt fluffy? BTW, i loove you imagines! Keep it up Sophie! :)

A/N: I love Oli, and I love Oli smut. Thanks for the compliment dear, and also I love when people call me by my first name on tumblr. I hope you like the imagine!



It probably got fluffier than expected, I’m sorry.

“Are you sleeping, (Y/N)?” Oli’s gentle, low voice broke the silence the two of you were wallowing in as he sat up in the dark and glanced upon you. You shook your head and turned around to face him; his dark green-brownish eyes had a cheeky sparkle in them in the dim room, and god, they managed to drive you crazy every time you felt his gaze resting at you.

“No. Today’s not the night to sleep.” You said and nuzzled your head into his shoulder. Oli chuckled and lightly pecked your forehead as he laid an arm around you.

“What else then?” He asked, brushing a loose (h/c) strand of hair behind your ear.

“What else what?”

“What else is this night for, if not for sleeping?”

You blushed. Oli said some weird stuff sometimes but you knew he never said anything without thinking about it twice, so there must be something behind this sentence. You knew it.

“Horny wanker…” You murmured and placed your hand on his large one, locking your fingers with his.

“I didn’t say anything.” Oli protested, yet he gave you a slight smirk.

He knew how uncomfortable you were about things like this, and it was okay for him because he understood what it felt like to be insecure. What he didn’t understand though was why his girlfriend was insecure, seeming like the most beautiful person in the world to him. But he left it alone and didn’t bother you with that matter so much; he wanted to give it time.

But you felt like it was time now.

Turning your head to peck his cheek, you moved even closer to him and let a trail of kisses wander from his cheekbone to the bottom of his ear. “I’m ready.” You whispered. Oli looked at you from the side and gave you a small smile as he pulled you into a kiss, gentle and sweet. His tongue slowly slipped past his lips and through yours to lightly stroke your tongue and dance around with it while his hand separated from yours and, along with the other, trailed to the small of your back, his fingers drawing invisible patterns on the thin fabric of the white top you were wearing.

You could feel something in you tense up as the room suddenly got noticably hot. At first you weren’t quite sure if you really wanted to do this, but on the other hand, god, it could be nothing other than good when it was with Oli. And yes, you were insecure. But you had a feeling that he could make you feel beautiful tonight.

Oli pulled away from you, just to continue planting an infinite amount of kisses on your jawline, neck and collarbones, sucking and gently biting down on the sensitive skin of yours. You rolled your head back in enjoyment and smiled; Oli knew you loved being kissed there.

Meanwhile his hands had wandered to your shoulders. They gently pushed you back down on the bed, your back hitting the pillows. Your boyfriend held himself up on his forearms as he was hovering over you, locking his gaze with yours. For a second, it seemed like time was stopped. Only you and these dark, oh so mysterious eyes that looked like cold lakes in the winter. Yet they seemed to have something burning hot in them.

Desire.

You could tell he was excited you finally gave him permission to, well, take your virginity by the way he tried to stay cool but still, his fingertips trembled a bit on your skin and you could feel the heat airing from his skin.

Slowly, painfully slowly his hands moved to the bottom of your shirt, playing with the hem of it for a few seconds before gently pulling it over your head. You weren’t wearing a bra, of course, because it was night time and you felt pretty awkward at first. A bright pink color appeared on your cheeks as you tried to cover yourself, but Oli laid one hand on your arm and carefully laid it to the side.

“Don’t hide yourself.” He said, his accent swaying in his voice. You blushed even more; the tingle in your stomach grew bigger and filled up your whole body as Oliver planted his lips on your bare breast, lightly sucking while he cupped the other with his hand. You couldn’t help but let a small moan escape your already parted lips, and you could feel Oli smirk against your skin.

This felt so good, felt so right. You had to admit, you seriously did think that you’d get uncomfortable in the middle of it and make Oli stop or something but this was not the case. With every second you felt less insecure and with every inch of skin Oli’s slender fingers explored, you let yourself go more and more.

Oli let go of your chest and hooked two fingers in your panties and shorts, quickly pulling both down at once. He was getting real excited now but still tried to be as gentle as possible.

How cute, you thought and tangled your fingers into his dark, silky locks as his lips made his way down to your dripping core.

Gently, oh so gently he placed a kiss on where your folds parted and started licking you, slowly, carefully, teasingly. It was a complete new feeling to you, and gosh, it drove you insane. His tongue flicked over your clit and he stuck it inside you now and then, pleasurably eating you out. Moans and groans and Oli’s name came out of your mouth, filling out the room. Oli placed his hands on your thighs to keep you from bucking your hips too much and drew invisible patterns on your skin with his fingertips. His lips hummed a quiet tune, adding vibrations to his already working tongue, which threw you over the edge. You let out a loud, almost screaming moan of his name and tugged on his hair as you released. He licked you clean and then brought himself up to you, his hot breath on your cheek.

“Taste yourself.” He breathed and kissed you on the lips, making you taste a mixture of lust, passion and yourself.

After Oli broke the kiss, you reached for his shirt to practically rip it off his body and toss it somewhere in the room, hands running over his inked abs. You bit your lip in fascination as your fingertips traced the fine lines on his skin before your fingers went to remove his pants and boxers as well.

As the rest of his clothes hit the floor, Oli gave you a questioning look. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, worryingly stroking your cheek. You nodded in response and let your fingers run over his back.

Oh yes.

You definitely were ready.

Oli nodded back and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose as he slowly rocked into you. You cringed in pain and felt the first tears bubble up in the corners of your eyes as you held onto his back desperately, whimpering silently. He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead, the bridge of your nose, the corners of your eyes, your temples, your cheekbones, your jawline, your lips. Sweet kisses in combination with telling you that it’s fine, that it would stop hurting in a while.

It got better eventually, and you allowed Oli to pick up the pace a bit. A burning sensation built up in the pit of your stomach, it felt so good.

“Is that fine, (Y/N)? Are you okay?” Oli kept asking with his breath going fast and heavy and you would nod in response.

“I am. Don’t worry.” You managed to whisper between moans and breaths. Your fingernails dug into his back, leaving dark red lines all over his skin as you felt yourself getting higher and higher.

Oli lowered his head and gently bit down on your shoulder as he went even faster, making you go insane.

“Oli… I-I think I am going to…” You began, but you were cut off by your climax washing over you like euphoria, making you scream out Oliver’s name as he groaned yours at the same time.

Soon he pulled out and let himself fall on the covers next to you, throwing an arm around you and pulling you close. You were breathing fast, matching your hammering heartbeat as panting Oli held you tight.

“Was that okay, (Y/N)?”

“It was amazing."

"I’m happy it was.”

“I’m happy to have you.”

You let your fingertips trace the lines rose tattooed on his neck. “Do you know how you just made me feel?” You asked, looking up at him. Oli gave you a confused look.

“How?”

“Beautiful.”