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Decorum and Refinement - JTK

I won't lie, this is self-serving filth. I know I'm not alone in being down bad for Oliver Reed though.

Words: 5k

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, face riding, roleplaying, light degradation, masturbation, all of the filth

Summary: Jake discovers your dirty little secret, but Oliver reaps the benefits of your fantasy.

It was ridiculous, really. Absolutely ridiculous, the effect it had on you. Almost as ridiculous as the persona itself.

You’d managed to keep Jake in the dark about your… special interest. You weren’t sure how, as he prided himself on knowing every single detail he could possibly learn about you. Your boyfriend was endearingly doting, but it made it exceptionally hard to hide anything from him, even to save yourself from the onslaught of embarrassment you were sure would follow if your fantasies got out.

Biting your lip and sighing softly through your nose, you clicked replay on the YouTube video for the fourth time that afternoon. You glanced at the time in the corner of your laptop screen, making sure Jake wouldn’t be home for another hour at least from his lunch with the guys. You let out a whine in the privacy of your room as the video started again, staccato strings softly arpeggiating through the speakers of your computer.

“Why did I decide to become an actor…” Oliver Reed’s rumbly voice began. Your heart beat a little faster, and a silly smile spread across your face, accompanied by a shy blush. You lay on your stomach on the bed, chin propped on your hand as you drank in your boyfriend’s masterclass persona. You were vaguely aware of the accumulating evidence in your panties of the chokehold it had on you, but you ignored it, knowing you didn’t have time to see it through before the real Jake would be home. Opting instead to torture yourself, you sighed again lustfully at the screen as Oliver’s pink lips glistened with whiskey through the fake beard.

He was going to be the death of you. You couldn’t tear your eyes off the veins and muscles twining delicately around his tanned forearms, extending into strong fingers that wrapped teasingly around the neck of the bottle of Jack Daniels and a cigar. He was so delicious, smoke billowing gently from his pursed lips, gesturing wildly with his cane.

The cane. Don’t even start with that fucking prop. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment before returning your gaze to the screen, grinding your hips into your bedspread. You let out a shaky sigh as you watched Oliver say the words, “I am your daddy.” Another small whine escaped your lips, and you huffed slightly.

“Fuck it,” you muttered to yourself and quickly crawled up the bed, flopping on your back, and popped open the button of your jeans. You set the laptop on your thighs, balancing it before pulling your zipper down. Your hand wriggled into your tight jeans, slipping into your panties as Oliver leaned back in the green velvet chair. You sighed at the mess sticking to your cotton undies, and as the increasingly inebriated man on the screen stumbled around shouting profanities, your fingers went to work.

Jake, on the other hand, was no longer at lunch with his brothers. The guys were too eager to get back to their own respective partners, as was Jake, and so as soon as they’d finished eating, they said their goodbyes. He was still chuckling to himself as he switched his jacket to his other arm to open the door. Shaking his head, recalling the story Sam told him about Danny, he set his jacket down over the back of a chair and looked around. The living room was empty, but he saw your glass of water on the coffee table and sweater tossed on the couch, proving you were still home. Curious, he walked quietly down the hall, still no sign of you. His eyes had just settled on the staircase when he heard the smallest noise coming from the bedroom. Furrowing his brow, Jake paused, listening for a moment, and then he heard it again. His eyes widened, a smirk spreading deviously across his face at the source of the sound.

“My, my, my,” he whispered to himself, and creeped up the stairs. The bedroom door was ajar, and he could faintly see the glow of a screen in the darkness of the room. His mind rushed with the implications of a screen combined with the sweet whines you were making. Were you watching porn? He bit his lip in excitement, never having known you did such a thing. You’d never said anything, he wondered what genres you liked. He felt his pants getting tighter as his imagination ran wild. Was his amazing girlfriend into lesbian porn? Anal? What if you were into something really kinky… unable to stop his curiosity any longer, he tiptoed toward the bedroom door, avoiding the creaky boards on the floor. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt-

His jaw fell to the floor at the sight in front of him. You were laid out on the couch, hand moving in tight circles under the cover of your pants, mouth hanging open as soft pants escaped you. All of this exactly as Jake pictured it, better, even. But the contents of the screen, he never would have guessed in a million years. His masterclass video. That’s what you were getting off on? His moronic Oliver Reed parody?

Jake stood there, stunned for a few seconds, allowing the confusing, yet incredibly erotic scene play out before him. His hand found his erection through his pants, palming it and swallowing a moan. You seemed to be getting close, if the increasingly frantic movement of your hand was anything to go by.

An idea formed in his head, and he smirked, hoping it would go the way he hoped.

Pushing the door open a little more, Jake slipped into the gravelly British accent you apparently loved so much. “Well, well, well.”

You let out a short scream, hand flying out of your pants and slamming the laptop shut with a furious blush. You blinked at him, panting softly in surprise and remaining excitement. You watched in horror as Jake stepped into the room like he owned it, eyeing your body hungrily.

“How long have you…” you trailed off, wincing in anticipation. Jake’s smirk widened, resembling the Cheshire cat.

“Long enough, darling. Long…” he took another step closer to you, “…enough.” He was thoroughly enjoying your embarrassed but undeniably turned on expression, and he finally reached the side of the bed, resting his hand on the headboard and leaning over you tauntingly.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, love,” he continued in his Reed voice, albeit softer now in the close proximity of your face. “All the women love Oliver.” After a moment’s dramatic pause, he shot straight up and walked out of the room and across the hall to your office slash storage room. You craned your neck to see where the hell he was going, muffling a snort of laughter at the thud of boxes falling, then your eyes widened as he reappeared in the doorway, leaning casually on the doorframe. Your boyfriend was now sporting those flat-topped sunglasses, and he was carrying the cane. Your mouth actually watered as you took him in, smirking faintly at the fake beard. He looked just as deliciously handsome as you’d ever seen him.

He stalked forward and towered over you once more. You swallowed and allowed your eyes to wander down his body, biting back a whimper at the stiffening erection his pants couldn’t hide. Jake’s hand reached out to grab your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, and he leaned his head forward, peaking at you over the top of his glasses. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and smirked, remembering the clip in the video, and you licked your lips.

“Jake, I-“

Immediately, he cut you off. “Who the fuck is Jake? Huh?!” He straightened and gestured outwardly in mock confusion. His gaze landed back on you, hungrily.

“I’m Oliver,” he smacked at your inner calf with his cane to spread it outward, “Fucking,” the other leg, “Reed.” He stepped between your open legs and pushed your shoulders back, flopping you on the bed with a growl.

You moaned and grabbed his shirt in your fists, pulling him on top of you. You tugged his hair and captured his lips in a desperate kiss as you ground your hips up into his. A few hairs from the limp beard tickled at your cheeks and he pulled back, just enough to tease your bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue, before thrusting it past your open mouth. He groaned, deep in his throat, and rutted his now rock-hard length into your heated groin. Your hands found the few buttons that were actually done up near his stomach and you struggled to pop them open, finally shoving his shirt off his toned shoulders.

Jake broke the kiss and smirked down at you. “Now darling, why don’t you tell Daddy what’s got you all worked up,” he rasped, grinding into you again. Your eyes fluttered but remained on his. “I- mmm, I really fucking like Oliver,” you gasped when Jakes hand dove into your panties.

“Well,” he chuckled deeply, teasingly stroking your clit, “Oliver likes you, too, love.” He watched as your eyes rolled back slightly, then Jake pinched your clit gently. Your hips bucked and you moaned loudly, gripping the sheets. His fingers circled your clit a few times, then retreated up under your shirt to cup your breast. You whined impatiently, arching your back into his touch, and Jake chuckled darkly.

“I can’t wait to fuck you absolutely senseless, darling. You’re gonna let Oliver make a fucking mess of you, aren’t you, love?” You heard the taunting English accent growing deeper with desire as Jake plucked at your nipples. He was groping you obscenely, watching your face as he played with your tits. You couldn’t remember ever being so turned on in your life, your little fantasies paling in comparison to the show your boyfriend was putting on just for you.

Oliver, as you decided to call him in your head for the time being, gave your breast one last grope before unbuckling his belt. The metal clanged sinfully, and your hand went to seek out some relief between your thighs, but Oliver’s voice halted your movement. “Oi’! Don’t you dare,” He growled, unbuttoning his pants, and shoving them down to the floor in a heap. Left in his boxers and those stupid glasses, he grabbed your ankles and spun you to lie flat on your back with your head on the pillows. You gasped and he crawled over you, practically sneering with conceited lust.

“Please, Oliver, show me how you like to fuck,” you teased breathily, playing up the seduction in your voice to play along. You lifted your hand to stroke his beard, staring into his eyes through the glasses. Oliver’s eyes darkened at your tone, and his calloused hand ran up your front, pulling up your shirt with it.

“Oh, gladly, darling. But first, lets see those pretty tits, yeah?” You moaned and Oliver pulled your shirt up and over your head. His mouth immediately came down and latched onto your nipple, his other hand groping at your opposite breast. You whined helplessly. You couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed at how eagerly you reacted to his actions. You loved everything about this, being treated like Oliver Reed’s whore, groped for his own pleasure. Jake was making this filthier than you could’ve dreamed of.

Seemingly picking up on your obscene thoughts, Oliver lifted his face enough to flash you a cheeky grin before diving between your tits and shaking his face back and forth into your cleavage. For a split second you wondered how long Jake had been wanting to do that but hadn’t had the opportunity. The thought made you smile and you inwardly laughed at what a boy he was.

Oliver pulled back and he eyed your flushed face. “Forget a penny, I’d pay a fortune to hear your thoughts, my beauty,” he murmured sensually and ran his calloused warm hand down your side, beginning to work your pants over your hips and down your thighs. Deciding to test your limits, you smirked after kicking your jeans off, and shrugged one shoulder. “Just hoping you haven’t been afflicted with whisky-dick I suppose,” you raised an eyebrow challengingly.

Oliver’s jaw fell open slightly but he quickly composed himself. Grabbing your wrist, he growled as he slid your hand down his chest. “You are feisty tonight, love.” Your hand slid closer and closer down his stomach, his soft happy trail making you bite your lip. “Well luckily for you,” he leered, holding your hand still for a moment and pulling the band of his boxers away from his hips teasingly, giving you a shadowy glimpse at the base of his cock before snapping it back in place, “I know how to handle both my Jack and my women.”

He guided your hand down into his boxers and let go of your wrist, allowing you to touch him freely. You looked up, locking your doe eyes with his darkened ones, and held intensely heated eye contact. You ran your fingertips down just low enough to brush against his base, and then you raked your nails lightly upwards through his pubic hair. Oliver’s face momentarily gave away his slip of control, his eyes unfocusing. You grabbed both sides of his neck and flopped him beside you. He chuckled darkly and your other hand joined the first. You ran both hands down his lower abdomen, slipping lower and lower until you took his boxers down with them. You allowed his waistband to rest just a couple of inches below the base of his cock, the rest of his length still hidden. You eyed him shamelessly, licking your lips, and Oliver watched as you traced a single finger lightly down the short bit of exposed skin. Oliver physically shuddered at your teasing, allowing you to explore this new dynamic as you wanted.

Your finger traced along a thick vein and smirked as his erection twitched under your touch. Oliver was starting to breath more heavily, holding himself back from bucking his hips into your hands. “Listen you little minx,” your eyes met, both sets of pupils blown with desire, “you’re being an awful fucking tease. Don’t make Daddy punish you.” You moaned under your breath, hooking one leg over his hip, and grinding yourself up into his cock, still half covered.

He grunted and reached up, lowering his glasses down his perfect straight nose to peer at you over them. Your eyes wandered over his face. “I hope you’ll forgive me, Oliver. I just like to make sure my toys are in working order, is all.”

With a growl, Oliver shoved you roughly back into place on your back. “Oh, I’ll show you who’s the toy, you saucy little brat,” he spat. Standing, he grabbed the forgotten cane from the side of the bed. Your eyes widened and you clenched your thighs together as Oliver loomed over you. He held the cane horizontally with both of his strong, rough hands, and cracked it against his palm once. He wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you to your feet. He sat in your place and took your arm, pulling you roughly over his lap, ass in the air. You whined and wiggled in his grasp.

“You’ll hold still, if you know what’s good for you, love. It’ll only make this worse for you.” His voice had become nearly unrecognizable through the accent and dark, gravelly lust. You couldn’t dwell on it long before the cane came cracking down against your ass. You yelped and Oliver’s hand smoothed over your reddening cheek, squeezing it with a sigh.

“I bet you just fucking love this, don’t you pet? You wanted Daddy’s cane to spank you. Naughty girl,” he brought the cane down twice rapidly, one smack on each cheek. You moaned and begged, “Please Oliver, I’ll be good now, please, please.”

“I’m not convinced, my darling. Maybe we should just check for ourselves, shall we?” Before you could answer, he was yanking down your drenched panties over your ass. They barely hit the floor before his hand spread your ass open, exposing all of you to him over his lap. He groaned softly and spread your pussy open with his fingers, watching how you glistened in the dim light. “Good fucking girl. So fucking wet, I could go for a sail between these pretty thighs.” You normally would have laughed, but his persona made the ridiculous statement erotic as hell.

You lifted your ass up invitingly, hoping for his fingers. Instead, you gasped as you felt the cool handle of his cane meet your unsuspecting clit. Oliver rubbed it up and down over the swollen bud, watching you struggle to keep your head from hanging. You craned your neck to peak at him, and he met your fucked-out gaze with a wink and a devilish smirk. The cane moved to your entrance and pushed in a few inches. You moaned loudly and finally dropped your head limply.

He began thrusting it into you lazily, eyes locked on the juices clinging to the wooden handle. He pulled it out of you slowly, wishing he had a camera to capture the image of the string of juices that stretched from your pink slit to his cane. “Look at you… Oliver’s pretty little fuck toy, aren’t you, love?” He strained out. You whined and nodded furiously.

Both of you had gotten so worked up at this point you couldn’t stand any more teasing. Oliver took your shoulders and guided you up off his lap. He swung his legs onto the bed and kicked his boxers all the way off, his freed cock harder than ever. Watching you look at him, he ran his hands up his thighs and took his cock in both hands. He began thrusting his hips up into his fists, fucking himself slowly. His beard hung off his chin, his head leaning back as he groaned. You bit your fist watching the show, absolutely drooling over your boyfriend. His hips were absolutely sinful, his tight ass clenching as he bucked over and over into the tight grip of his hands.

Sinful, delicious noises flew out of his pink lips, and you noticed his glasses were fogged up now from his body heat. Pausing his movements, he looked over at you and waggled his eyebrows.

“Do you plan to stand there all evening? There’s a perfectly comfortable seat right here,” he gestured to his hair-obscured face. You blushed, “you want me to…” He nodded eagerly. “With the beard and everything?”

He laughed loudly and you smiled. “My darling, I’m wounded. I was under the impression that you found my beard becoming.” You giggled and moved to crawl over his body.

“I just didn’t want to ruin it, is all. Believe me, you’re so… so very sexy…” you trailed off, cupping his jaw and eyeing his mouth as it quirked into a cocky smirk.

“You flatter me, love. It isn’t every day beautiful women throw themselves at me.” He paused. “Oh wait- yes it is.” He kissed you deeply, limiting your laugh to a huffed snort through your nose, making him smile against your lips. He pulled back and tapped his cheek with his hand. “Up you go, now. Be nice and keep daddy’s face warm.” You crawled up his body and straddled his head, yelping when he pulled you down roughly onto his face. Immediately his mouth worked into your wet core, licking the flat of his tongue over your clit repeatedly before swirling the tip around your clit and sucking lightly.

Jake’s signature loving and knowledgeable style of eating you out combined with the insatiable and filthy mouth of Oliver, and it was unlike anything you’d imagined. He slurped at you with an uninhibited fervor you rarely saw in Jake. Your boyfriend was fantastic in bed, and you had no complaints. But something about this side of him that shined through his alternate persona was stoking a fire in your belly.

He moaned into you and shook his face back and forth quickly, dragging his tongue over your clit in the process. Your head tossed back with a loud groan. “Oh fuck, fuck yes- Oliver yes, mmmm fuck,” you babbled incoherently. He was going to town like it was his last meal and you felt your orgasm beginning to surface. Oliver’s muffled groans, accented by obscene wet noises filled the room, and he pulled you impossibly closer, squeezing and groping your ass as he pressed his face into you desperately. You ground against his face as his tongue stretched into your hole, his perfect nose nudging your clit with each thrust.

You barely noticed the soft beard covering your seat on his face, aside from the odd tickle, but you could feel how absolutely drenched it had gotten. You looked down at him and groaned at the sight, the beard soaked and completely dishevelled, clinging to Oliver’s cheeks as we furiously sucked your clit rhythmically. The image gave your orgasm the last shove it needed and you gripped his hair tightly, letting out a strained yell as you came. Your high lasted longer than any you’d had before, egged on by the vibrations of your boyfriend’s desperate moans under you.

“Ohhh my god Ol-Oliver yes- I can’t stop cumming, fuck fuck fuck-“ you gasped for air and humped his mouth pathetically, thighs shaking around his dripping face. Finally, the waves of intense pleasure subsided and you weakly climbed off his face to collapse beside him, both of you panting.

After a moment you blinked at the ceiling, dazed. “Holy shit.” Oliver/Jake’s familiar giggle sounded beside you, making you turn and smile at him. His eyes were glowing with giddy desire, looking absolutely smitten. You giggled at the state of his beard, stringy wet hairs strung in every direction. He pulled it off his face and let it fall into the trash. Still in character, he chuckled, “Well, it was nice knowing you, beard.” He saluted and nodded once. “Remarkable. He went out doing what he loved.”

You laughed at his antics and rolled to your side. You ran your hand across his lean chest and bit your lip.

He looked over at you and smirked. “Still want more of Oliver, do you? Dirty girl.”

You gave him your best doe eyes and wrapped your fingers loosely around his aching cock. Instantly, his eyes fluttered and a sigh escaped his swollen lips. You stroked him loosely, enjoying the familiar, hard warmth in your hand. “Will you let me ride your cock, Oliver? Pretty please?” You cooed, cocking your head and lightly pumping him in your hand. His eyes fell shut and he let out an honest-to-god whimper. You felt a rush of heat to your groin, playing with his cock teasingly. “I want it sooo bad, Daddy. It looks so nice,” you continued, nibbling at his earlobe and licking a small strip down the shell of his ear, relishing his soft whines and pants. You squeezed his dick for emphasis as you whispered in his ear, “So big and hard. I want to know what it’s like, you know…” You paused to suck a hickey into his neck, “To fuck the great, Oliver Reed.”

With a tortured groan, he rolled swiftly on top of you. Oliver grabbed your right leg and hiked it over his shoulder, one hand coming down to rub the heel of his hand around your sensitive clit. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he pushed his glasses back up his nose into place, and then took his cock in hand, pushing into you. You both groaned, your pussy gripping his cock tightly.

“Jesus- so tight,” you vaguely noticed his accent faltering, but he slipped back into character quickly. “God you feel fucking divine, pet.”

“Mmmm- so big, please Oliver please,” you begged breathlessly. Oliver thrusted smoothly and hard, bottoming out with a strained groan.

“Christ, angel, what a perfect fucking cunt you have,” He praised through pants. The hand that wasn’t holding your leg up ran down the inside of your suspended thigh, coming down to spread you out farther and playing with your clit.

Your eyes rolled back, barely recognizing the sounds coming out of your mouth. You gripped the bedsheets with white knuckles as Oliver pounded into you, wet slapping noises echoing with each thrust. You felt your second orgasm approaching already, aided by the tight circles he rubbed into your clit. “Yes, baby- just like that, you’re gonna make me cum, please,” you whimpered, not caring how desperate you sounded.

A feral growl ripped out of the man on top of you and he circled your clit faster with his free hand. The hand on your leg slipped down momentarily to smack your ass a few times, returning to its post on your knee as he drove relentlessly into you. Soft grunts huffed out of his lips with every thrust, his balls slapping against you animalistically. You edged closer and closer, concentrating on the deliciously soft, rock-hard cock pumping into you.

“Come on, gorgeous girl, give it up angel, soak daddy’s cock like the good fucking slut you are. I need it, angel, please,” Oliver begged raggedly, his fingers a blur on your swollen clit.

The heavenly sound of Oliver Reed begging you to cum launched you over the edge, blinding white hot pleasure shooting through your body. You were pretty sure you were screaming, but you couldn’t tell for sure. Incoherent babbles of both Oliver and Jake’s name streamed from your lips through moans. Just as you regained awareness, your boyfriend lost all composure, pulling out of you and pumping his warm cum across your belly and spread pussy with the sweetest groan you’ve ever heard. His eyebrows tilted up and furrowed, his lips in a perfect “O”, and his hand flying over his cock in a blur of motion.

He let out a final, weak grunt and flopped beside you, once more joining you as you both caught your breath.

Your ears slowly stopped ringing and you fluttered your eyes open, glancing over at Jake. He looked absolutely heavenly, flushed skin shining with sweat, red lips parted as he breathed raggedly. His long eyelashes casted over his cheekbones, he looked adorable, in contrast with the situation. His long hair clung to his forehead, and he lazily reached up and ripped off the glasses that had miraculously stayed on. You reached over and brushed his hair off his face, tucking it sweetly behind his ear and cupping his jaw lovingly. He turned to look at you, eyes soft with pure adoration. You felt a flutter of butterflies from the look he gave you.

Slowly he leaned forward, tilting his head, and you met in a sweet, gentle kiss, losing yourselves in the moment. His hand snaked into your sweaty hair as your lips moved together, pulling away with a sigh.

“I love y- “I love you,” you both whispered at the same time, dissolving into giggles. Jake booped your nose with his finger, his adorable smile stretching across his face. You pecked his lips again. He grabbed a fistful of tissues from the nightstand to clean you off until you had gained enough strength to shower.

“So when were you gonna tell me?” He asked, voice rough and gravelly from the strain of the character voice and sex.

You blushed, feigning ignorance. “Tell you what?” You started to sit up to move out of bed.

Jake grabbed your hips, pulling you back down into his side. “Ah ah ah, not yet, miss,” he chuckled, wrapping his toned arms around your middle and gripping tightly. “When were you gonna tell me about your special interest in Oliver?”

He looked way too pleased with himself, so you looked away and giggled shyly. “Never, its embarrassing!” He scoffed and kissed your cheek. “Why? I think it’s kinda sexy,” he rested his forehead against your temple, nose pressed into your cheek. You felt his eyelashes flutter against your cheekbone, tickling you gently.

You smiled and bit your lip. “Really? You don’t think its weird?”

He snorted a laugh and pulled back, looking at you incredulously. “Babe, we just had the best sex we’ve ever had while I wore a cheap fake beard and the ugliest glasses I’ve ever seen, not to mention while talking dirty to you in an English accent. No, I don’t think you are the weird one,” he laughed. “In fact, I think you’re the most amazing woman I have ever met.”

You giggled and kissed him softly. “I think you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met.”

“Me? Or Oliver?” he raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“You, dingus! Jacob Thomas, boyfriend of the year, rock god, chef extraordinaire, pirate enthusiast and love of my life.” You beamed against his lips, and he closed his eyes, letting out a contented hum.

“Oh yeah?” he mumbled bashfully with a goofy grin.

You pecked his lips. “Nah just kidding.” You giggled at his faux glare. “Of course, baby. I’m so fucking lucky it's incredible, I won the boyfriend jackpot with you, handsome,” you rubbed your nose against his.

His smile was blinding and he hugged you tight against him, nuzzling into you. “Ditto, gorgeous.”

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