Content Warning: NSFW (kinda aggressive?)

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His words felt gentle and warm. They felt genuine like he wanted me to stay because he wanted me to stay. The hostile tension that once filled the house was now calmer. His angry green eyes became softer at some point. The nerves of rage were still there, but the energy we both had quickly became physical.

The closeness between us made me anxious and honestly turned on. I looked up at him, trying to keep my cool. His eyes kept drifting up and down my face, meeting my eyes then landing on my lips. The doorknob jangled as his hand come off and landed on my cheek. His rough thumb slowly rubbed against my bottom lip. I subconsciously parted them for him to play.

I settled my hands on his large chest, slightly grasping his shirt's collar. I closed my eyes and pulled myself towards him but his hand switched to grip my neck, pushing me back against the door. He leaned down to my ear, brushing his lip against me. "No kissing." His voice was deep, nearly a growl. It made my head feel fuzzy, or maybe it was the pressure on my throat.

He rubbed his thumb along my jaw, then shoved my face to side allowing his mouth to attach to my throat. He sucked my skin, leaving slobbery marks down my neck and collarbone. The slight pain made my eyes flutter with pleasure. The hand above my head dropped to my waist, gripping me from under my shirt. His nails grazed my skin causing me to shiver.

I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. I kept my other hand fisted on his collar and pulled him until we fell back onto my bed. His body was now pressed against mine, still sucking on my neck. His hands found their way up my abdomen and into my bra. He pinched my nipple causing me to moan much louder than I meant to.

I could feel his hands pull off my body and press into the bed next to me. The nice warmth of his touch disappeared. He lifted himself completely off of me, gripping my thighs in the process to position himself between my legs. I opened my eyes to look at him but they veered off towards my window. I felt too proud to look at him in the face knowing he could make me feel this good. All he had done was bit my neck and touch my breasts but I was wet for him before he had done either. I could see him smirk in the corner of my eye while he unzipped his jeans. I heard it fall to the floor, followed by his boxers.

He reached his hand to my face and gently turned my head to him. "Are... you okay with this?" His tone was soft again. He confused me. One second he was yelling at me, calling me horrible things, then the next he talked like this and looked at me like this. He looked guilty.

I slapped his hand away and unbuttoned my pants on my own, pushing them over my slim hips to my knees. I was getting impatient. That's when I got a chance to look at his bare bottom half. I wasn't disappointed. His cock was flushed red with defined veins running the side, pre-cum already sat on the edge waiting for me.

He helped me fully remove my pants and didn't bother to take off my underwear. He pushed the fabric aside and slipped his first finger in. Finally feeling the sensation I craved caused me to flinch and fist my fingers around the end of my shirt. He slowly moved his finger in and out of me a few times before pulling it away.

His large hands wrapped around the bottom of my thighs and pulled me closer to him. He grabbed his cock, giving it a good pump before thrusting it into me. "Fuck." I moaned. He filled me in perfectly, each thrust felt like it was hitting me deeper. He was pounding me so hard the bed was letting out small creaks and my tits bounced to the silent beats. It was so hard it almost hurt, but I liked it.

Through the pleasure, I was able to keep my eyes open, despite the tears forming in them. I watched his face. That bastard's smirk. He looked so pleased with himself watching his dick ride in and out of me. One of the hands planted on my hips slid up my small waist, dragging my shirt with it until my chest was bare. That's when his eyes focused on the bounce of my tits. They weren't large, but he seemed to enjoy them.

After a few minutes of disgusting body slaps and moans from us both, his pace began to get sloppy. I knew he was going to cum but I wasn't ready. "Play with yourself." He demanded, reading my mind. I placed to fingers on my clit, rubbing in tight circles, and immediately felt the ball grow larger in my abdomen.

"Fuck... fu..." I moaned. His pace got worse but each thrust was deeper than the last. The pressure continued until I came.

I arched my back into him, clenching around him one last time, then my body went limp. I was trying to catch my breath, but he didn't give me a chance. His hand flew to my neck and squeezed as he gave his last thrusts. He pulled out the last minute and came on my stomach. It was warm and sprayed all over me. "F... Olivia." Him saying my name made me smile.

He stood over me for a minute, catching his breath and letting me relax before he bent down and pulled his pants up. He walked straight out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He left me alone. The guilt started to set in. Not because we had sex but because I fucked him minutes after he called me a slut in front of everyone. I lived up to my dirty nickname.

I sat up on my bed and took my shirt off to throw in the laundry later. "You got cum on it bastard." I mumbled to myself. My knees felt weak as I walked into the suite bathroom of my room. Looking in the mirror I could see all my bruises starting to form. My neck and shoulders were turning purple, you see his fingers in my neck. I looked down to see more on my thighs. "You ripped my underwear too." I whined. "I liked these."

I got in the glass shower and turned on the water. Steam filled the air as the hot water hit my hair. I needed to clean the filth off my body, both literally and figuratively. When I got out I put on pajamas. First wanting to wear my shorts but I realized you could see my thighs. I opted for the long fuzzy pants and a long sleeve shirt. In the hallway laughing appeared. The boys had just gotten home with the food. I rushed to the bathroom and put makeup over my hickeys to hide them.

I heard a soft knock at my door before it creaked open. "Olivia?" George asked. His socks scrapped across the carpet as he shuffled towards the bathroom. The door was rolled open and his head peeped around the corner, his eyes closed. "Can I come in?"

"I'm decent. You can come in."

"Oh." He giggled, opening his big brown eyes. "I heard the water running earlier so I wasn't sure."

I threw down my blending brush and picked up the one for my hair. I pointed it at him, jokingly jabbing it into his shoulder. "It's not like you haven't seen it all before."

"I could see you again?" He gave an innocent smile. I shifted to face my mirror and started brushing my long brown hair, unamused by his suggestion. He slid to stand at my hip, looking at me through the glass. "Stupid joke." He sighed. "Are you okay?"

"Just tired."

"Did you two talk?" I wasn't quite sure how to answer him. Did we talk? Kinda. Did we talk about what we needed to talk about? No, and we probably never would.

I decided to deflect the question off of me. "Ask him?"

"Well, I don't know where he's at."

I put down my hairbrush and turned to him. "Did he leave?"

"He's not in his room or answering his phone and his car is gone so..." He twidled his thumbs.

"Typical." I rolled my eyes and stormed past him. "Let's eat."

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Sapnap was screaming at the tv about losing against George. Complaining about George 'being a pussy for using Kirby'. Karl and Quackity were next to me eating on the couch while watching the two play, every once in a while checking chat and donations. Quackity decided he wanted to stream our first night at Dream's but I think he just wanted to take the tension off of Dream disappearing. Chat kept asking for him, excited to see all five of the crew boys together. We had no answer for them.

I was curled up into myself, knees to my chest and my head resting on them. Sapnap kept asking me to play but I was too exhausted. The last four days had been a lot. The only reason I was in the stream with them was that it would have looked too suspicious for me to bail on them. Although not being suspicious was out the window after Dream running off to god knows where.

I could tell George was worried about me and whatever happened with Dream. He almost looked guilty. I kept telling him I was fine, and for the most part, I was. I was still mad but mostly confused. Angry sex was something I never thought would happen between me and Dream. Plain sex was never a thought outside my dreams and childhood crush. Maybe it wasn't childhood.

I was pulled out of my head by the front door opening. Dream came waltzing in the door and threw his shoes off. "Bro, where have you been?" Sapnap's voice cracked causing Karl to giggle. Dream opened his mouth to speak, but then he made eye contact with George. He just shook his head and walked up the stairs leaving us all confused.

"What was that?" George asked.

"Ok! Time to end the stream." Quackity yelled while jumping off the couch.

"Yeah. I'm going to bed." I announced before walking away to my room. "Bye stream."

"Via wait!" George yelled. I turned to see him jogging after me, his dark brown hair bouncing to each step. "What happened between you two?" He whispered.

"What always happens George. He acts like a little twat, I get upset, then we both leave."

"Did he apologize at least?" I slowly blinked at him with a blank face. "Ok." He sighed.

"Good night George." I turned to walk away but realized I needed to say more to him. "Th- thank you... for trying. I know you seeing us fight is hard." I ran my fingers through his fluffy hair and rubbed his cheek. I grabbed it and pulled myself up to give him a small kiss. Those always made him blush.

He put his hands on my waist to hold me better, slowly rubbing his fingers. "Could I join you?"

"I wanna be alone right now."

He softly nodded and dropped his hands to his side. "Night Via."

After closing my door I let my back hit it. It felt nice to be alone, a feeling that I usually didn't enjoy. The moonlight was bright that night causing my mostly empty room to glow. I went to the bathroom and started washing off the makeup covering my neck. I could hear Karl and Sapnap laughing through the door that connected his room to our bathroom. It sounded like they decided to alt stream. They were having fun.

I strolled my way back into my room and flopped on my bed. I balled myself up under my covers and closed my eyes, but I couldn't sleep. I twisted and turned for a while. The soft yells and laughs from the boys disappeared. I rolled over to check my alarm clock. "Nice. 2 am." I kicked my sheets off me and somehow found myself wandering up the stairs stopping in front of his door. I pressed my ear against it and could hear the light pitter-patter of water in his shower. I decided to invite myself in.

His room was huge. The walls were a dark blue and he had nice wood floors. In the center was a disgustingly unmade king canopy bed. Tucked in the corner was his stream set up, still no camera yet. Fanart and gifts were sprinkled all over his desk and wall. I guess those were his favorites since they weren't tucked away in his fan mail room. Everything glowed from the moonlight shining through the glass double doors that led out to the balcony.

I could still hear the water running from his bathroom and decided to wait on the balcony for him. I left the door open behind me letting the cool October breeze fill his room. I rested my arms on the railing and stared out into his backyard. It was nice up there. I could see why he bought the house.

"What are you doing up here?" I hadn't heard him come out and his sudden presence made me jump. I turned around to him standing in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. "Olivia?" I realized I had been staring at him, he was still slightly wet and glistening in the moonlight.

"I came here to talk to you."

He groaned and waved his hand at me. "Turn around." I listened and stared down at the pool below watching the water ripped from the breeze. I could hear the soft movement of the fabric behind, then his footsteps until he stood next to him. He let his back hit the banister and his elbows rest on it. "What do you want?"

"I wanted to talk about earlier." I turned to look him in the eyes but he wouldn't meet me, staring off into the house.

"What about it?"

"You fucked me... then ran off for several hours."

My boldness made him laugh. "Look. Olivia." He finally turned to meet me. "What happened was an acc- What the hell happened to you?" He gripped my shirt, pulling me towards him, and grazed his fingers across my neck. It made me tingle.

"You bruised me." I laughed.

"I bruised you?" He looked worried.

"Yeah, hickeys. That's what happens when you suck and manhandle people." I said sarcastically.

"I just didn't realize I was being that rough."

"It's okay. I liked it."

He slowly traced his fingers down my arm to pull up my sleeve, showing the faint marks on my wrist. "Sorry." He said so softly I almost couldn't hear him. His touches were light now and his face was covered in concern. I didn't like it on him.

"So you apologize about bruising my body but not my ego?"

His eyes flew to mine, filled with annoyance. My hand fell to my side as he let go of it. "What I was going to say was today was an accident." That hurt. "That was adult people doing adult things in the heat of the moment and we both misjudged. I never wanted it to happen in the first place but it did. So let's just not talk about it. Okay?"

Those words hurt; mistake; never wanted it. I didn't expect anything different from him but it was more painful as words said by him than thoughts in my head. "Right." I laughed it off. "A... mistake. Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. Don't want you falling in love or anything."

"Oh believe me." He chuckled, turning around to look at the moon. "I would never fall in love with someone like you."

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