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Mr. Grumpy [Oliver x Reader] - Requested

Title: Mr. Grumpy

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Reader

Word count: 0.6k

Published: 27 August 2021

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Request: Prompts requested on Tumblr; 

"As beautiful as you look, all I want to do is rip that dress off right now." | "That was the prettiest sound I've ever heard." | "Kitchen"

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As Oliver woke up, his first instinct was to reach for you, needing to wrap his arms around you, enjoying a little cuddle, receiving his first morning kiss. But to his surprise, your side of the bed was already empty and cold under his touch. With a deep frown and a dissatisfied grimace, he finally opened his eyes, searching for you in the room, but he couldn't find any traces of you.

Waking up without you always made Oliver just a little grumpy. He didn't mean to be, but you'd taken away his favourite moment of the day; cuddling you lazily, drinking in your presence, enjoying a moment of calm in the midst of the everyday chaos.

Oliver dragged himself across the room with a pout, occasionally groaning like a sulking child, but it quickly changed once he realised you were still at home, sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book he could barely drag you away from last night.

His gaze was studying you intently, as though he had never seen you before. It didn't matter how many times he laid eyes on you, each time it felt like he was falling for you all over again. Whipped. Whipped is what every friend of his called him, but he didn't care. He was indeed stupidly in love and he was proud of it.

"What a pretty sight," he said with a cheeky grin, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence. Once you lifted your head and looked up at the boy, a small smile spread across your face.

"Morning Mr. Grumpy," you chuckled. Oliver let out an incredulous huff as if your statement was incorrect. "I could hear your rumbling and groaning from the moment you dragged yourself out of bed," you arched a brow questioningly, daring him to deny it.

"You weren't beside me, it was expected," he shrugged as he walked up to you and took your book, placing it on the table to be able to pull you up and into his arms, his muscles caging you in his embrace as he leaned against the counter. "Now this—," he murmured against your neck, burying his head in the curve of your shoulder, "this is much better," he stated with a pleased nod, before he started leaving tiny featherlight kisses on your skin, nipping at a sensitive spot he knew too well. A tiny moan left your lungs, heat rushing to your cheeks at the satisfied chuckle Oliver let out. "That was the prettiest sound I've ever heard," his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer. "You know—," he started as he gently bit on your earlobe, making you squirm in his hold, "as beautiful as you look, all I want to do is rip that dress off right now," he huffed against your neck as if he was offended by the mere presence of the material.

"You can't and you won't, I have work to do," you attempted to sound stern but you could only manage an unsuccessful plea in the end. Oliver groaned at your reply regardless of the fact that he could have made you stay if he really wanted to, but he didn't want to get you in trouble.

"I'll let you go on one condition," he said as his lips travelled up your neck, over your jaw and your cheek, before halting on the corner of your lips. You couldn't manage a coherent reply so you hummed in response, his warm breath tickling your lips, depriving you of any and all thoughts. "Tonight, you'll throw that book away and focus all your attention on me— only me," he added as he cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours, before reaching for your waist as he felt your knees buckle. "I'll take that as a yes," he grinned proudly at the sight of your hazy eyes. He knew he had you and he was damn proud to call himself your boyfriend.

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