#oliver smut

[6gumi]

scandalous!

synopsis ﹒bllk men reassuring you that all those useless false scandals and fake news online are false ! ( in a rather . . peculiar way than normal reassurance . . <3 )

pairings﹒ michael kaiser, itoshi sae, oliver aiku x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. unedited ( mistakes might be present ) 、 blowie ( oliver aiku ) 、dirty talk 、riding ( michael kaiser ) 、small titplay ( itoshi sae ) 、mentions of cheating but it doesn’t acc happen, promise ! 、v4ginal fingering ( itoshi sae ) 、use of feminine terms ( girl, gf (?) etc) 、 more tba !

note ﹒hello every1 ! ! :,3 wrote this while working on my art project lol ! ! ! first bllk work i believe ? ? i hope there isn’t too many mistakes in this one i’m very very sleepy trying 2 make my art look nice . . :,3 | reblogs r highly appreciated, feel free 2 send me an ask ! — millie ♡

୨୧ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

“come on, mein liebling . . is that really what you’re worried about? i assure you . . these pathetic scandals aren’t true anyways.” with a firm grasp on your hip, he guided you on his cock with such elegance and ease, wanting to fuck all worrying emotions lingering beneath that pretty face of yours. “speak to me, liebling. do you seriously believe all of those rumours going around about me? about us?” his voice was addictive . . your head was completely empty . . filled with nothing but his damn voice. even so, these stupid rumours and scandals . . . as reassuring as he is, you can’t help but think maybe there’s some truth behind those rumours.

sweat glistened his well-fit body and yours, mingling the intoxicating fragrances within the air. squeezing your breasts in his hands with a lick of his lips, his fingers grazed down your spine, grunting at his own sharp and desperate thrusts. you rode him with the same amount of desperation and arousal he had. your passion filled him with both satisfaction and hope . . hope that you believed you were his only, utterly dependent and devoted to you. the blonde’s fingers dug into your soft flesh as every movement brought you both closer into harmony, each groan echoed against the walls of your shared bedroom. “that’s it . . .” he whispered hoarsely into your ear, his breathing ragged from exertion. "ride me hard, beautiful.”

your face contorted in pleasure as you slammed yourself down against his cock, feeling the tip kiss your sweet-spots as you struggle to speak up, the mere feeling of his cock was enough to send you to heaven itself ! just then, your mouth opened to speak. “i—it’s not impossible,” you murmured, “what if you’re lying to me . .” “oh baby . . . do you really think i’m not telling the truth?” kaiser’s face grew serious, snapping his hips upwards against your pussy. he relished the feel of your warm body against his, wanting to fuck those precious thoughts out of you. he was telling the truth, those stupid articles . . were only trying to ruin his image. his large hands gripped your hips tighter, his nails practically digging into your skin with a sense of desperation . . wanting to prove himself to you.

“mein liebling . . . seriously. i’m telling the truth. i’m telling the truth when i say this pussy is mine and mine only. and i’m definitely telling the truth when i say this cock is yours to fuck yourself dumb on.”

“ . . you, mein blume . . . have nothing to worry about. my cock belongs to you.”

୨୧ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

“i mean it, [name].” sae whispered against your ear, sending streams of electricity through your spine. his renewed determination to reassure you became his goal for the day, pressing his nose against your neck again, inhaling the scent of your fragrance. he had you seated on his lap, his hardness pressing close against your ass . . . trying his best to hold it in when the time comes. his fingers darted out again, swirling around the sensitive nub. “y—you don’t mean it . .” you protested, which only made things more harder for sae. he hated when you doubt his words, his movements growing more confident and skilled with each passing moment . . mind focused solely on pleasing his pretty girlfriend who was all worried about these articles that weren’t even true.

“i do mean it.” your boyfriend’s heart pounded in his chest, free hand reaching out to touch your breasts. his fingers brushed against your nipples, making them harder than steel. "hm. what can i do to make you believe me?” he grips your hips, pulling you towards him, erection straining against his shorts as he struggled the urges to fuck himself balls deep into your pussy. “those articles aren’t always true, angel-face. i mean it. i’m telling the truth, okay?”

grinding his cock against your lower back, he pushed another finger inside. your walls trembled, gripping his digits with pure vigour, you could almost feel his cock throb ! “mmh.. but the article . . .” your whimpers were music to his ears, pleasure dancing across your face, replacing the looks of uncertainty and concern. an absurd wave of protectiveness washed over sae then— the idea that these people were making up false and uncouth claims and lies filled his heart with sick dissatisfaction. their declaration of his infidelity was another layer to his coldness, he hated all of them, he wanted you and you only . . . was that not obvious ?

“i know, angel, but they’re not true.” he whispered huskily, holding your heavy breasts steady. “fuck . . . you always say such pretty things," he murmured against their your damp hair, fingers lightly grazing down your labia as he thrusted them back in, wanting to make you cum and lose your mind completely. “please, you know those articles are just bullcrap trying to put our relationship at risk. but i’m not letting it happen.” there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he pulled out from within you, leaving behind an echo of fullness in your core.

“you know i love you, angel-face. is that in your head yet? or do i have to fuck it into you?”

୨୧ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

“oh fuck . . baby, you’re suckin’ me good.” oliver bit back a grunt, eyes drifting shut. he was supposed to be reassuring your pretty little head that he only had eyes for you, but it feels too fucking good. too tempting. he hoped and prayed you wouldn’t blame him later for wanting your mouth. the way your wet heat surrounds him sends him in a frenzy . . . your tongue swirling and dancing around was enough to drive him absolutely insane, he wanted to push your head down further onto his dick, thrust inside and give you all of him . . show you just how truthful he was being at this moment. “m—mmf . . listen baby, all those articles are just tryna’ ruin people’s images of me, of us. they ain’t real and will never be, kay?”

the sensation of your soft mouth enveloping him sends electricity straight to his body, wanting more of your mouth. desire raced through his veins, drowning out rational thought. your warm breath, soft moans . . he can hear all, feel every stroke of your tongue. your small sobs, and even those pretty tears. ohh . . . those tears. he loves them. gripping the armrest, fighting to maintain control. your precious tears streaming down your face . . . it only aroused him further, his dick twitching in your mouth.

you sniffled, trying your best to accommodate his size. “baby, i’m really telling the truth. all those cheating rumours . . . those pictures are photoshopped— ah fuck . . baby you gotta’ believe me.” oliver groaned loudly, mouth curling into a satisfied yet concerned smile as he watched his dick go in and out of your lips, his hips slowly moving on their own as he slammed himself against you, forcing you to take more of his cock. “i’m tellin’ ya, baby doll,” his voice rasped hoarsely in the air, swallowing a lump in his throat. “does my cock being in ya not prove anythin’? you’re the only one i imagine suckin’ me off so perfectly like this . .”

oliver couldn’t help but grin cheekily at the slurping he heard from you, “damn, you’re takin’ it all, baby. always knew ya were my girl . . never thought i’d end up with such a pretty girl like you . . don’t believe those dumb rumours, kay?” a low groan escaped your beloved boyfriend, hands running through your hair tenderly, guiding your movements until he could take it no longer. “just like that, darlin'. make me yours, again and again."

“can’t wait to be inside ya tonight. provin’ to you that i only want my dick to be inside this pussy.”

#millie’s writings ✔︎ #kaiser . . sae n oliver >< i luv them so muchies #bllk talk w/ millie :3 #blue lock #bllk #blue lock smut #bllk smut #bllk x reader #sae x reader #bllk x you #kaiser smut #oliver aiku x reader #oliver smut #sae x you #sae smut #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x reader #kaiser x you

[satrs]

Ride of your life!

Requested by anon ↳ ❝ [...Chigiri and Kunigami? Threesome? But separate can work too! Just…just need something new for my kings ] ¡! ❞

✎ A/N; Hihi nonnie! decided to add some other guys to this, since I still got a ryu and oli brainrot <3. Hope u like it, enjoy!

SYNOPSIS; car rides with them.

TAGS; ADULT CONTENT(18+). MDNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Risky driving(do NOT do this shi y’all, drive safe) car s€x. Unprotected intercourse. oral (->fem). Established relationships. Semi public s€x (shidou). Oral( ->male). Mutual masturbation(Kunigami). Petnames(pretty, princess, cutie). Dirtytalk.

FEATURING; chigiri, kunigami, shidou, oliver x fem!reader

WK; 1.9k

CHIGIRI HYOMA

He'll never pass on an opportunity to ride shotgun. Especially when you're driving.

You never fail to make his boxers get tight when you reach over the stick shift, soft fingers teasingly brushing across his growing bulge. The red haired is always quick to brush your hand off in a hurry, scolding you to focus on the road.

If he was being honest, he would love nothing more than to just yank your head down to his cock and let your hot mouth work wonders on him. But he obviously can't do that right now. It's way to hazardous. You know that, right?

The car comes to an halt on the red light an he notices your bottom lip caught between your teeth, a malevolent grin tugging on your lips. Chigiri has barely any time to react, your hand already eager to loosen his belt. "F-fuck, stop it. You're driving-" He cuts himself of with a shaky breath once your fingers sneak down his pants and tug his raging boner out, thumb quick to brush across his leaking tip.

You giggle at his reaction, "Stop being such a killjoy and just relax." You look at him through your lashes, eyes swiftly glancing at the red light before you lower your head, one hand still prominent on the wheel. You suck his swollen tip while swiping your tongue along his sensitive slit, causing him to jolt in his seat.

He drops the protest, mouth hanging open as his eyes squeeze shut in bliss, pushing his head into the headrest with gritted teeth.

And he can feel your smirk against him, his lip swiping along his dried lips for moisture.

"Such a fuckin' tease", he breathes out, fingers tangling into your hair until he detects your gag, your throat contracting around his length. He chokes out a moan, hips bucking up into your mouth until his eyes shoot open, realization hitting him.

Hand still stroking the top of your head, he glances onto the road, noticing the yellow light threatening to turn green at any second. "S-shit!"

He yanks your head off of his length, your hazy eyes trying to adjust to the front. To his solace you're swift with your movements, quick to gain control of your senses as you push on the gas, setting the car in motion.

His heart still rapidly beating in shock and excitement, he lets out a sigh of relief, starring daggers into your side right after.

You drunkenly smirk at him, spit dripping down your chin. His dick jumps in delight at the sight. "Oh come on. Admit it, you like the thrill."

Your absent hand coming up to wipe the access saliva off your face, biting back a laugh as you continue driving, acting oblivious to the scene playing next to you.

He breathes out a laugh, hand moving up to get loose hair out of his face. "Alright, pretty. Why don’t you finish what you started, hmm?“

With that you flash him a cheeky grin, steering the wheel to the next best parking opportunity, halting it.

And as he adjusts his exposed hips on the seat, you lick your lips in delight, arching your back over the console to swallow his needy cock right back into your mouth.

„Atta girl.“ His posture relaxes with your bopping movements, hand finding comfort on the top of your head again, encouraging you to take him deeper.

„Justttt like that. Nice and deep.“

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

He picks you up, opens the passenger’s seat up for you, get back to the driver’s seat and rests his hand on you plush thighs the entire ride. It’s habitual at this point.

He might even lets his hand travel up a little, caressing your exposed stomach in a loving manner., not failing to flatter you with his never ending compliments.

You found yourself an endless charmer, ready to do anything and everything to see that smile he oh-so loved lighting up his life.

But even he can't help but let the filthy concept of lust cloud his mind. And one thing's for sure - he's not one to shy away from telling you.

"You look so gorgeous right now", his hand is resting on your thigh, goosebumps covering your skin once his thumb soothingly brushes over your groin, "wish I could have you right now", he breathes, auburn eyes burning the image of you further into his mind.

"Who's stopping you?" It's almost a quiet whisper that you return, thigh flexing as you await an reaction. And you receive a clear message once his hand spanks over the naked skin of your thigh, soft hand rubbing over the red imprint in apology.

"Be a good girl and get ready for me back there yeah?" Sharp chin motioning you to make headway.

Within a blink of an eye you're already behind him, spread open with your sopping panties on display. "Oh?", his eyes widen at the sight, hand struggling to get rid of his belt, frustrated at the tightness of his pants, "All ready and needy for me. Ain't that right, princess?"

You cage your lip between your teeth, eagerly nodding at him. Your hands travel down your thighs, slowly putting up a show for the man.

He groans once your hand reaches your drenched panties, outline of your needy heat visible. The orange haired was about to loose his mind, hips unconsciously bucking up into nothingness once he'd undone his belt- only obstacle being his boxers.

You giggle, visibly amused by his action. It doesn't take long for you to push your panties to the side, your eyes shooting up at his face once an almost animalistic growl rings your ears.

Dick already stiff on full display, his hand wraps around the aching length once your fingers play with your folds, teasing him. He lets out a curse under his breath once you push past your entrance, hole swallowing your fingers with ease.

With each twist of his hand he reaches further and further into bliss. The sight of your sobbing cunt on full display, fingers buried into the hilt made him a sound similar to a whimper, fighting the urge to not throw his head back in bliss, to scared he might miss something.

He paces his movements with the speed of your fingers, eyes wandering between your pussy and your face, trying to soak in every tiny motion of yours.

The hand around his dick tightens once he notices your walls tightening around your shaky fingers as you struggle to hit the spot inside of you he could reach in a whiff.

He swallows thickly, hips bucking up into his hand as he imagines his needy cock in replacement of your inexpert fingers. He's got to be inside of you right now, or he might actually die.

"Don't you wanna come back and fuck me, ren'?", you tease, wiggling your hips up to edge him on further. And he bites on.

A snicker leaves the mans lips, upper body turning in his seat to climb to the back in a swift motion. "Yeah? Want me to fuck you?"

Before you could return a sneaky remark, he's already hovering above you, broad chest blocking your view.

"Such a fuckin' tease. Gonna shape you just right for my cock."

SHIDOU RYUSEI

You're familiar with shidous various fixations. But there was one thing you were always rather dubious about - his obsession with fucking you in public.

Obviously, it was rather risky, some might even say mindless to perform such act out in the open - but not him. He didn't care about passerbys seeing the both of you in such a state, hell- he even wanted them to see. He longed for them to see him have you- claim you as his.

"C'monnnn, cutie", he breaks contact from your neck for a brief moment, hand still firmly kneading your behind. "It's damn near empty in here. No one'll see." His deserted hand moves swiftly to reveal his hard on raging against his boxers, rubbing up into your thigh to relief some tension.

You hesitate, hand reaching for the hood of the car to balance yourself. "M' not sure, ryu." Your eyes scan the dark parking lot around you and indeed- it was empty. Besides some parked cars in the distance. it was pitch black, the middle of the night, not a soul but you two around, the dim lights around you slightly illuminating your figures. "What if someone comes?"

He clicks his tongue, mouth still attached to your neck, as he propped one of your legs up the hood, granting him further access to your heat. "Ain't nobody comin' round here at this time", he hikes your dress up just above your belly button, quick to move your panties to the side. You bite your lip at the sudden hit of cold air.

"Besides", his hand places a quick slap to your pussy, "we can just pull that short ass dress of your back down in a whiff, baby. No need to worry."

Your hands fly up his shoulders, clawing into his jacked as you whine. "F-fine. But"- before you can comprehend his movements, his fat head already hangs heavy onto your clit, causing you to bite back a moan.

"Huh? You said sum'?", he teases as he eases himself inside of you, thick length stretching your walls as you clamp down on him, earning a hiss from the man as he begins a steady pace, pelvic brushing against your bud with each push of his hips.

"Suckin' me in so well. Want me that deep, huh?" His movements pick up, his hands gripping your cheeks apart to hold you in place. He shamelessly moans into your mouth, swallowing your sounds in the process.

A gluttonal groan rumbles from his chest, movement of his hips flattering as he neared his release.

You can only cry out at his relentless pace, mind turning numb. "Ya like that? Hell yeahhh you do. You- fuck! Loveee it right?" Your nod is speedy, eyes scrunched up together in lust. "Yes ryu! Love when you f- fuck me real good."

An amused hum leaves him at that, smirk on his face still prominent as he speeds up, curve of his dick hitting your spot just right, causing you to yelp out at the sudden pleasure. "Yesyesss! R-right, right there!"

He could cum right there, just at the sight of your fucked out state. His hand reaches up, placing his fingers around your throat to pull you up to his level, magenta eyes devouring you like a hunter would his prey.

"U' better be on the pill cuz' 'm bouta beat this slutty pussy up."

OLIVER AIKU

Well he didn't expect ... this.

Yeah sure, he told you to put on something nice, since he'd take you out for dinner, but this dress even threw him off his seat.

It hugged your figure perfectly, almost like a second skin, the seductive color adoring your smooth skin, captivating his heterochromatic eyes with each sway of your delicate hips.

"Would ya' look at that", he whistles, eyes roaming over your body, leaned back against the car hood, watching you approach him in swift motion.

You do a small spin, giggling in the process. "Like it?", you ask rather rhetorical, biting back a grin once his hands find comfort on your hips.

He just clicks his tongue in response, finger inching down your dress, coming dangerously close to the end of your dress, fingertips brushing over your thigh.

The dinner can wait, he's got to have desert now.

With a soft pat to your rear, he leans off of the car, shiny canines exposed from his wide grin. "Move that pretty ass to the back. Gonna eat ya reallll good."

You feel your lower belly pulsate at his raspy voice, leaning up to place a quick kiss to his cheek, before disappearing to the backseats.

Oliver followed suit, impatiently shutting the door behind him. You face him, excitement glinting behind your eyes as his hands snatch your heels, your dress riding up in the process.

His eyes flicker between your curious face and the lace covering your pussy that matched the color of your dress.

"Oli', we'll be late." He hushed you with a quick kiss to your hidden cunt, his thumb teasing your clit through your panties. "We got all the time of the word. Jus' relax and let me eat, would ya? M' starvin'."

And with that, he pushed your panties to the side, burying his face right into your heat. His tongue licks a long stripe along your vulva, earning an eager moan from you.

"O-oh." He continues his antics while his hands hold your hips in place, grunting into you once your hands tangle into his dark locks, pushing him further into your cunt. "s-so good , Oli'", you murmur, head throwing back as his tongue pushes past your entrance, slurping up your juices.

He makes out with your cunt, tongue spelling his name to your clit as his fingers replace his mouth on your entrance.

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull and you can feel his shit-eating grin against you.

He's so cocky, trying to hide the fact that his boxers are screwed tight against his hard cock, trying to ease the strain by bucking his hips into the seats. "Yeah? Feels good? 'f course it does.", he mumbles between your legs, fingers curling up inside of you.

You suck your stomach in, the pleasure roaming every inch of your body as you feel yourself nearing your release. "mmmhh- fuck! T-think I - I'm gonna cum- shit! R-right there, oli'!"

He speeds up his movements, sucking your click into his mouth while swirling his tongue around it, his fingers relentlessly massaging that gushy spot inside of you.

And once he feels your walls tightening around his digits, he retreats them, mouth covering your hole to catch your fluid inside of his mouth.

"Yeah, c'mon, pretty. Cum." His words are barely audible, but you still comply, back arching off the seats as you squirt inside his mouth, thighs clamping around his head to ride out your orgasm.

He swallows all of it, bruising tight grip still prominent on your hips. "That'ssss it."

The man doesn't stop, his hunger still not fulfilled as he continues to swirl his tongue through your folds, your heel digging into his back, legs shacking from the overstimulating pleasure.

"Ya can take one more. One more, then we'll go, I promise."

You sob, hands crawling into the leather beneath you, and you know, you'll probably skip dinner tonight.

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

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[angelltheninth]

Oliver Aiku Sees Wearing His Jersey at a Party

Pairing: Oliver Aiku x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, flirting, first meeting, blowjob, thigh riding, power dynamics (Reader is a big fan of Oliver)

A/N: Read ahead in the manga and OH MY GOD! This man! He has my heart.

Plenty of fangirls would, maybe literally, kill to be doing what you're doing right now. Kissing the Oliver Aiku, having his strong thigh between your legs and his hands on your hips, feeling his stubble against your face as he nuzzles closer.

When complimented your choice of jersey you didn't recognize his voice over the music but you did recognize his heterochromatic eyes when you turned around. He whispered in your ear all night as you danced, he didn't keep it all about himself, he wanted to know more about you, what you're into except for having a really good taste in sports and players. At the same time he didn't hide his intent to fuck you.

Every time his fingers brushed over your shirt you moaned against his neck, "I can feel how wet you're getting. Fucking humping and dripping on my leg like a bitch in heat." You felt yourself pressed against a wall in what you assumed was his bedroom. He was the one who lead you in here and closed the door.

"I'll be your bitch if you want me to be." You pulled against his shoulders, feeling all the muscles on his body flexing and relaxing. Hips bucked against his leg, the warmth spreading from your pussy through your whole body.

"I'm impressed. Most of my fangirls aren't this forward with me even at this stage." He grinned down at you and ran his lips from one side of your neck to the other, listening and feeling your breath hitch as you rode his thigh. "Are you even wearing anything under this?" Strong hands groped your breasts, "You're not! Ha. What were you planning? Sneaking a quick one when you landed eyes on me?" Your legs closed against his thigh, your body shaking and only held up by his body against yours.

You couldn't swallow down your whimpers, the pretty noises he got you to make when he moved his thigh and pushed his bulge against you instead. "You got so hard. Because of me?"

"Of course it's cause of you. My pretty new toy." You didn't even mind being called a toy. Oliver just called you his. You were his right now. Oliver chuckled at the lovesick look on your face, "Look at those pretty heart eyes. I wanna see them roll back."

His eyes met yours briefly before you slid down on your knees. He looked surprised for a moment but quickly recovered his cool, chuckling as his cock sprang free and pushed against your cheek.

"This was what you wanted all night babygirl?" There was no need for him to guide you, you knew what to do. A few shorter bobs, your lips sealed tight around his cock and soon you took the whole length into your mouth. You let your eyes close for a second, trying to commit his taste to memory because when will you ever get a chance to suck Oliver Aiku's cock again? "You're good at that you know. Must have practiced a lot. From now on I want you to remember this moment when you're alone. I'll be the only man you think of when you've got toys shoved into every slutty hole in your body."

Strong hands gripped the sides of your head and pushed you down. Your eyes watered when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. But you couldn't close them, he said... he wanted to look at them.

Oliver chuckled when he noticed you struggling. "Better make me come soon if you want to breathe." You swallowed as best as you could around his thick cock, feeling every bulging vein on the surface of your tongue.

His name was barely audible from the constant wet smacking and slurping sounds, your chin dripping with white cum and spit. Oliver wasn't kidding, he was using you like a toy, testing your limits and pushing you to the brink of losing your mind. As the hot blast of seed hit the insides of your mouth he pushed your head all the way against the wall, angling it slightly upwards so he could see the whites of your eyes for that brief moment before they closed and you let him fuck his cum down your throat.

As soon as he moved away you fell on all fours, coughing and gasping for breath, the taste of his cock and cum remaining on your tongue.

You were surprised when you saw Oliver face to face with you, offering you a handkerchief. "To clean yourself up with. Don't defile that number you're wearing." Heat spread across your cheeks as you accepted and cleaned yourself up. "Thanks for the good time babe. See you when I see you. You did good." He flashed you a quick smile as he fixed his appearance, tucked his cock back in his pants and patted you on the head.

It took you a few minutes of sitting there to realize that you did in fact just do that. You made Oliver Aiku come down your throat and tell you how good of a job you did. Smiling to yourself you stood up, looking for a place to wash the handkerchief when you felt something under your fingers.

Tucked on the other side was a small piece of paper, and on it was Oliver's phone number. "Holy shit." Giving him a blowjob wasn't the greatest moment of your life anymore, getting his number was.

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[starreo]

multi-character drabble.

includes dacryphillia, mean! character, and adult themes so, mdni.

men who enjoy nothing more than seeing you cry because of them. they'd be mean on purpose, egging you on till they see the pout forming on your lips and the tears whelming in the corner of your eyes. and to finally push you over the edge, he taunts you, mocking your pout and calling you an attention-seeker, because he knows, deep down you enjoy this little game more than him.

michael kaiser, itoshi sae, ryusei shidou, oliver aiku, levi ackerman, gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro, sanzu haruchiyo

© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .

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[nxuvillette]

BEHIND THE SCENES — OLIVER AIKU

synopsis: you and oliver’s sex tape had gotten leaked onto twitter. your relationship comes to a halt, but once you reconnect, you recall what happened that night he filmed your sexual encounter with each other.

❥- pairings : oliver aiku x fem!reader

❥- note : thank you to @flseur for helping me with this idea !! i seriously couldn’t have done it without you <3. i hope you all enjoy !! reblogs are appreciated !!

content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, secret relationship, personal trainer!reader, some brief angst, non consensual video sharing (oliver did not share it !), mentions of food, use of pet names (baby , princess , good girl), consensual recording, unprotected sex, begging, praising, marking, breeding kink, creampie, brief choking.

The sun spread its golden rays into your bedroom through the beige curtains that blanketed your windows. It was your day off. You enjoyed nothing more than taking in an extra hour or two of sleep. It was your normal routine during the weekends, so you decided to roll over onto the other side of your bed and try and focus on sleeping. 

BUZZ!

Your phone would normally vibrate throughout the morning or even during the night. You had friends who would send you Instagram posts or even text you to ask about meeting for coffee on a certain day. It wasn’t unusual at all, so you didn’t really pay much attention to your cell phone. You were too drowned in sleep to even bat an eye.

BUZZ!

BUZZ!

BUZZ!

BUZZ!

Your sleepy eyes opened slightly at the sound of four consecutive notifications. You didn’t know who was messaging you at this early hour, but it was getting kind of annoying. Part of you wanted to put your phone on do not disturb, but the laziness of being in bed only sucked you back into the mattress you were resting on. It was probably nothing. Your friends were probably just blowing up your phone with posts or other random shit. It was never that important.

BUZZ!

BUZZ!

BUZZ!

An annoyed sigh left your lips. Who the hell was spamming you? You wondered if it was Isagi who had something stupid to say sometimes, but when you lifted your phone off the bedside table, you were surprised to see that it wasn’t him. There were multiple text messages coming from not just your close friends, but one of your clients, Oliver Aiku.

Your eyes scanned over the messages, furrowing your brows at the contents of them.

Kunigami: umm.. is this you??

Isagi: hey, y/n, idk if you’ve gone online buy something is out there and i really hope you’re alright.

Oliver: y/n

Oliver: y/n please pick the fuck up right now

Oliver: this is not the time to be ignoring me we need to talk asap.

Sae: wtf is going on??

Oliver: y/n please call me when you have the chance

Confusion covered your body at the concerns of your friends. Isagi’s message confused you the most, though, because what did he mean something happened online? You weren’t really big on social media like that. Sure, you had a few thousand followers on Twitter and Instagram, but by no means were you some kind of influencer or celebrity online. You preferred it that way. Having too much attention was overwhelming and you never liked the spotlight to begin with.

You swiped out of your messages and went onto Twitter. To your surprise, your notifications were blowing up and your small number of followers had jumped seemingly overnight. It made you even more confused now, because what happened? You didn’t post any tweets that could go viral, so what was all of this attention for? It wasn’t until you pressed a video you were tagged in that you realized what you were going viral for. 

Immediately, you recognized yourself. You were lying in the bed of your client, Oliver Aiku, and he was fucking the shit out of you. Everything about that night had rushed back into your brain at light speed. You remembered giving Oliver permission to record the sex you were having, but you never allowed him to post it. Neither of you wanted something like that to get out, and it was like a nightmare knowing that it was out and so many people had seen it. There was this pit in your gut that made you sick to your stomach. Did Oliver leak it? Did he show it or send it to someone else and they released it? You were pissed, hurt, but most of all, you felt embarrassed. Hundreds of people saw you at your most vulnerable and who knows what might happen to you now that this was public news. 

You left Twitter and searched for Oliver’s contact. It made sense why he was messaging you so much. He must have seen it way before you did. 

You pressed the call option and it began to ring, but after a few seconds, he picked up. “(Y/N)! Thank god..” he sounded panicked, which annoyed you. “I dunno how-“

“Oliver, what the fuck?! How did this happen?! Did you fucking leak it or send it to someone? Be honest with me, because I’m so fucking.. mortified right now.” you were very angry, more angry than you had ever been in your life. You knew what kind of man he was, so it wouldn’t have shocked you if he was the one to share your business.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before speaking to you again. He was well aware of how bad this looked. Things like this happen all of the time to women without their knowledge, and it’s a disgusting matter. He understood your feelings completely. “(Y/N).. I didn’t leak the tape, I promise. I would never ever share something like that with anyone else. Baby, you know I’m not that kind of guy..” he sounded upset, but also genuine at the same time. 

You shook your head, staring at the ceiling. You wanted to believe him, you really did, but all of this seemed way too sketchy. Oliver was always a ladies man and it was shocking enough that he wanted to have a relationship with you that wasn’t just professional, so maybe it was just too good to be true. “Then how did it get out? It doesn’t make sense, Oliver. I know you’re a good guy.. but how do I know you’re not lying to me right now?” you questioned, looking down at the floor.

Oliver sighed, knowing you had somewhat of a point. Given the circumstances, it made sense why you would accuse him of doing such a thing, but he genuinely liked you. He would never do that to anyone. “My manager was telling me that I should start moving shit off of my iCloud because people are hacking, so I must have forgotten to move it and someone more than likely hacked into it and posted it.” he said. “I promise, baby, I would never do that to you. I like you so much.. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.”

You didn’t reply for a few seconds. It did seem likely that his cloud could have gotten hacked, but still, it didn’t help that the video was now out there for the world to see. Many strangers saw your body and your voice. It made you feel dirty and it was such an uncomfortable feeling. Oliver probably didn’t fully understand how you felt, but you weren’t about to argue with him on that. 

“I want to take a break, Oliver.”

There was silence on the other end for a few moments. You could tell that Oliver wasn’t happy with it based on his reaction, but this was all too much for you. This could destroy your life and even career opportunities. “Right.. um, I understand, (Y/N).” he broke the silence. “I’m sorry again.. I was an idiot to not properly protect our privacy. I’m here if you need anything, always.”

After that, the phone suddenly hung up. He didn’t even give you any warning, but you knew it upset him. It wasn’t like either of you meant for this to happen, but it was a very serious matter. You didn’t want your family seeing that or someone you were good friends with. You needed time to clear your head and just be by yourself for a little while. Things like this don’t just pass overnight, so you wanted to disconnect for a bit.

TWO MONTHS LATER 

The aroma of coffee filled your nose as you sat in the cafe. Many people entered and exited with their orders and others sat down to use the wifi that the cafe offered to do work. 

You sat at one of the tables beside the window. A few small snowflakes danced onto the ground from the sky. It was quite a chilly day. The wind was like glass being cut against your skin and bundling up didn’t exactly help with the sheer cold. You were kind of nervous. It was the first time in two months that you had seen Oliver in person, and you both decided to meet up after not speaking with one another for a while. It was going to be awkward and you knew that, but you wanted to at least see him and talk.

You shifted around when you noticed Oliver stepping into the cafe. His eyes immediately lit up when he saw you sitting by yourself at the table. He looked the same as ever. His stubble was a bit shorter and he had that same haircut he usually had. 

The stool screeched when he pulled it out to sit across from you. You didn’t want this to feel weird or awkward, so you put on the bravest face you could find and smiled at him. “Hey.. long time no see, how are you?” you placed your hands around the coffee cup which was still warm. 

He took in your appearance and couldn’t help but grin as well at you. Oliver couldn’t lie, he missed you a lot. You were once his everything and to lose you made him feel like shit. He knew he fucked up back then and he wanted to make things better again between you two. “I’m doing okay, you? How have you been? I kind of missed you..” he said, reaching over to place his hand atop of yours.

His touch was like electricity on your skin. It had been so long since you felt him against you. Not seeing him for so long brought back so many reminders as to why you were into him in the first place. “I missed you too..” you replied. “I’ve just been managing lately. After everything, I took a break from social media and such. I was lucky enough to keep my job.”

Oliver felt a sting in his heart at the situation. He knew this was ten times worse for you than it was for him. He was mocked by a few of his teammates who didn’t know what the hell they were talking about, but he knew it was much more bad for you than it was for him. “I see.. I’m glad to see you, though. You look good.” he tried soothing you the best he could, even if it didn’t work as well. 

“Look, I.. I know that wasn’t entirely your fault for what happened. I shouldn’t have just thrown it all on you, but I’m over it.” you looked at him with seriousness all over your expression. “The video was taken down and I don’t want that to define me whatsoever, so I forgive you, Oliver.”

He seemed genuinely relieved to hear that you didn’t hate him. He thought you were going to knock him out and whoop the shit out of him for what happened. He truly didn’t mean for any of this to happen. He cared for you deeply and the last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt or hate him. “I appreciate that.. and again, I’m sorry. This was my fault for not being smart enough.” he said, squeezing your hand tightly. 

You smiled at him. “Trust me, it’s okay, you couldn’t have known this was going to happen. I promise..” you replied.

Both of you sat there for a few moments just taking in the atmosphere around you. It was all familiar to you. That’s what you liked the most about Oliver. He made you feel safe and you felt like you could genuinely be yourself around him. You missed him a lot. It took a lot in you to not reach out, but after some time, you figured you would patch things up with him. He was your client, after all. Being his personal trainer meant you’d see him more often and the last thing you wanted was for things to become awkward.

His thumb brushed against your palm, making eye contact with you at the same time. “I wanna take you out.. I don’t care if people see us together.” he lifted your hand to kiss it. 

Your cheeks felt hot at his proposal. Normally, you two kept things pretty private, but seeing that he didn’t care about it being public, it made you happy. “I’d love that..” you grinned, looking at him with a happy glint in your eyes.

While sitting there, you began to remember what had happened the night you and Oliver had hooked up. At that point, you two had been seeing each other for a month or two. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to come over to his place after having a workout, but that night was different. You could feel it when Oliver kept brushing his hands against yours, or the way he stood a little too close to your ass which led his aching cock to brush against it. It didn’t take long for you to end up on the bed inside his bedroom. 

Oliver’s lips touched against your skin. His teeth grazed against the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, licking and sucking to leave a mark that would be visible to anyone. His large hands were all over your body. He wasted zero time tearing off your leggings and pulling down your sports bra to reveal your pretty tits he had spent so much time eyeing. He was so gentle. He left a trail of wet kisses on the valley between your breasts and then down towards your navel. He thought your body was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He spent so much time fantasizing about what he’d do if he was alone with you, and now that moment had come. He wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers so easily.

A smirk appeared on his features when he saw the damp spot soaking through your panties. He hooked his fingers under the hem and pulled the fabric down from your thighs, exposing your pretty cunt. His cock hardened immediately when he saw how wet you were. Fuck, you really were perfect in every way possible. “Shiitt, all this for me, princess?” he chuckled, spreading your thighs apart to see your pretty hole.

You whimpered when you felt his breath fan over your pussy. You were practically throbbing over the fact that he was hovering over you. “Y-Yes..” you moaned. “Oliver, please.. I need you..” 

He was surprised to see that you were tugging at his shirt to bring him closer. Who was he to deny you of what you wanted? He then tossed off his shirt, throwing it somewhere into his bedroom. You shivered when you watched him pull down his shorts, revealing his cock that was leaking pre-cum around the tip. A happy trail went down from his stomach all the way to his pubes that were properly trimmed. You had seen him shirtless many times before, but seeing his dick made you even more turned on. 

The tip of his cock slid against your clit. You moaned softly at the contact it made with your body. You wanted him inside you so badly. You didn’t even have the desire to make him do foreplay. “Ready for me, baby..?” he looked down at you, positioning his cock at your entrance. 

You nodded, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. “Yes.. so ready..” you looked at him with desperate eyes. 

Oliver then pushed himself into you. A sharp gasp slipped through your lips at the sensation of his cock filling your cunt. The stretch was intense. You felt like you could hardly take him from how big he was. He was only halfway in and you already felt so full from just that. The burn felt too good. You couldn’t help but dig your fingernails into his shoulder blades. Oliver didn’t mind the pain, though. He was losing it right about now. You were so tight and the way your pussy hugged his cock was so perfect. He couldn’t help but groan at how much pleasure he was feeling. Where the hell had you been? 

Once given the go ahead to move, Oliver set himself at a rougher pace. He wanted to go slow, but he couldn’t keep fighting with himself. Any restraint he had early on was now diminishing with every rut of his hips. He was so lost within you. He couldn’t think of anything else. 

Your cries of pleasure were uncontrollable at that point. His cock was bullying your walls and reaching places inside you that made your body melt for him. It didn’t help that he had all the stamina in the world from being a pro athlete. He could probably go on for hours without feeling tired. “Oliver! God, yes! M-More! I need more!” you whined, making eye contact with him. 

He smirked at how needy you were for him. Oliver never imagined he’d have you underneath him like this. His cock stuffing your pussy, making you sob from how good it was. This was all a dream for him, and he was so thankful it had finally come true. “Yeah? More, baby? Fuck, I’ll give you more..” he then reached over to his bedside table, grabbing his cell phone that had been discarded for almost an hour now. “Wanna be on camera, princess..?”

Your head shook almost instantly at his request. You trusted Oliver more than anything. Plus, it was kind of thrilling to you that you would be filmed. It made you clench around him just a little tighter when the thought crossed your mind. “Yes..” you spat out.

Oliver then held his phone above you. He moved your legs so your knees were now nearly touching the bed you were lying on. It gave him the perfect view of everything. You were a bit stunned at first when the flash turned on, but none of that mattered to you. You were too lost in bliss to think about that. 

He began to play with your puffy clit, sending multiple waves of pleasure to wash over you. He thought you looked so fucking cute. He knew he made the right choice in finding you that day. You were everything Oliver Aiku ever wanted in a woman. “Like that..? Look at you.. bein’ such a good girl while I fuck you..” he grunted. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna ruin you..”

Oliver tossed his phone aside, focusing solely on you once again. His pace picked up. It was so fast that you saw stars in your vision whenever he reached your g-spot. His balls smacked against your throbbing clit, creating some lewd noises that filled the room. Beads of sweat trickled down Oliver’s gorgeous body, leaving a nice shine to his skin and his muscles. He looked so hot above you. You wished you could snap a photo of him so you could remember that night forever.

The burning pit inside your stomach was only growing larger with every thrust. Oliver could feel your pussy slowly becoming tighter around him. He knew you were close. You had become so desperate for that release. It was clawing at you like an animal wanting to escape from its cage. “O-Oliver.. I’m close!” you moaned, closing your legs just a little so your knees were now against his waist.

He chuckled at the sound of that. He wanted to make you cum so hard that you couldn’t think straight for days. You were so pretty and perfect for him. “C’mon, princess, cum all over this dick..” he leaned down to capture your lips into a sloppy kiss. “Show me how much of a good girl you are..”

At that moment, you finally let go around him. Your pussy clamped around his cock and Oliver’s hips stuttered from the feeling. Your cum coated his cock nicely, making squelching noises accumulate from how wet you were. He couldn’t help but smile at how great you did. You were calling out his name like it was a prayer, and he loved nothing more than to hear that. You were addictive. He didn’t think he could find someone better than you in this life. 

Oliver’s hand found its way around your throat. You watched him with glassy eyes as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your body felt like it was on fire. Your thighs were shaking and you couldn’t even form proper sentences from how fucked out you were. “Where do you want me to cum, baby..?” he asked, squeezing your throat slightly to restrict your breathing for a brief moment.

“I-Inside..! Inside me, please..!” you managed to say with a whiny tone. 

You were so fucking dirty. He loved it.

Oliver clenched his teeth as he increased his thrusts once again. His cock was twitching inside of you and his balls started to feel tight from his release being so close. “Fuck.. ‘gonna cum so hard inside you..” he grunted. “Make this pussy all mine.. you’re all mine, got it? N-No one can fuck you this good.. or breed you as well as I can, baby. Shit.. say it, say you’re mine..”

You did exactly as he wanted, grinning in the process. “I’m y-yours..” you whimpered.

A groan rumbled in his throat as he finally reached his climax. His cum gushed into your pussy, filling your womb with white. There was this rush of warmth that spread across your abdomen when he came inside you. It was so good. It made you crave it more. 

Oliver panted, staring down at you to see if there were any signs of discomfort on your end, but he was relieved to see that there weren’t any. You seemed very drowsy and tired from his point of view, but regardless, you looked beautiful. He couldn’t get enough of your beauty. How could someone like you fall into his lap like that? You were too great for him. He knew he was going to cherish you. 

Oliver vowed to never let you go, no matter what.

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a/n: this is a repost. i hope y’all enjoy! <3 also sorry if my characterization of oliver is ooc or weird!! i tried my best </3.

pairings: oliver aiku x fem!reader

warnings: college au, friends with benefits, mentions of hookups, alcohol consumption (they’re not drunk tho), reader n oliver have feelings, possessive behaviors, mentions of jealousy, brief mention of sae itoshi x reader, nsfw, smut, jealous sex, slight exhibitionism (they’re at a party), bathroom sex, use of pet names (baby, my girl, babe, princess), dirty talk, very brief choking, creampie, rough sex.

synopsis: you and oliver had been hooking up for several months. your agreement with one another was never meant to be taken seriously by any means, but all of that begins to change a few months in and when oliver sees you talking with his roommate, sae, he can’t help but want you all to himself.

are you mine? ft. oliver aiku

The sight of multi colored strobe lights dancing along the walls of the party you were at filled your vision as you walked through the crowds of people around you. The music was vibrating throughout the house, making it unbelievably hard to hear inside of the living room you had now entered. 

You were currently searching for your friend that had disappeared into the loads of people who attended the party. Isagi always had a habit of wandering off with his other friends and finding random girls to flirt with. However, that didn’t stop you from having a good time at the party you had been invited to. It was one of the more popular ones that were held off campus. You felt kind of lucky since these events were usually pretty private depending on the person, but you were one of the people who had received an invite from the man who was hosting it himself. Kunigami never failed to throw some sick parties. He always knew how to get people hyped and provided the essentials to make a party fun. Drinks, marijuana, etc. He knew it all and always had a guy for anything that was requested at the party. 

Not to mention, the place he owned was huge and there was always enough space for masses of people to attend without the rooms feeling stuffy. Though, that was sort of inevitable considering that it was nearing the end of the semester and summer was approaching. It would be humid inside the house no matter how much space he had. 

You turned the corner and scanned the room for any signs of Isagi. There were so many people inside the kitchen that it made it almost impossible to differentiate who was who, but it was obvious that your friend was nowhere in sight. It sort of disappointed you, but you didn’t want to spend the entire evening by yourself. There were all kinds of people at that party and you didn’t want to run into the wrong person on your own. You figured you could message him and find out the details of his location. He couldn’t have gone very far, right? 

You were about to pull your phone out of the waistband of your skirt, but halted when you saw someone you knew very well standing just a couple feet away. 

Oliver Aiku, your friends with benefits. 

That’s what you’d like to call him. 

You and Oliver had been hooking up for several months prior to the party you were at. He was one of the first guys you met during your second semester of college, and you both clicked the minute you came across one another. Oliver was a sweet talker. He knew how to get you flustered and your cheeks burning. One thing led to another, and you both hooked up that night with each other. He made you feel like you were on the moon from how great the pleasure was. He also made you cum at least twice the entire evening, and that was a first for you. Most of the men at your campus never knew what the hell to do with their dicks, so it was a surprise to see that Oliver knew what he was doing. It was like he was already familiar with your body and he did everything to make you feel so fucking good. 

It didn’t end there, though.

You saw Oliver more than you had anticipated. He would sometimes appear at the dining hall you were eating at, or he would be walking around campus with his friends. Each time, he always made it known that he saw you. Whether it was a smirk or a little wink that no one else noticed but you. He was attractive. He was fully aware of what he was doing, so you gladly gave in the next time you saw him at another party. You ended up having sex with him yet again and it was even more erotic than the last time. He was just too hard to resist and you often craved him more than you liked to admit. Oliver Aiku had become an addiction you couldn’t get over, and he felt the same way about you. 

He was the one who proposed the idea of a hookup agreement with you. He told you that he couldn’t stop thinking of you on a daily basis, but he wasn’t searching for something serious like a committed relationship. You felt the same way on the topic and agreed to start a friend with benefits with the man. It was just casual sex. Sometimes you’d call him up to let him eat you out until your voice was almost gone from how hard you had been screaming his name, or he would be the one to reach out to you for some head. It was simple. 

Well, it was supposed to be.

As the months went on, there had been a connection formed between you both. Neither of you had the courage to drop the bomb on each other, so you both remained silent on the feelings that brewed inside you both. It wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, and you knew that. However, you just couldn’t help but feel a tug inside your chest whenever Oliver would be speaking with another girl in front of you. You knew he was free to do whatever he wanted, but you just couldn’t shake that feeling. Oliver wasn’t yours and you weren’t his, so that same topic applied to you as well. Though, there wasn’t anybody else like Oliver. Nobody could fuck you better than he did and you tried to find someone who could, but you never found that person. You figured at some point he would get bored and just find someone better. To be fair, Oliver was quite relevant on campus. He played soccer for the university team and he had a lot of friends. He was bound to find someone else and you would just end up as strangers.

Seeing Oliver at the party was no surprise. He was everywhere and he’d definitely make a move to speak to you. The fact that you two knew one another wasn’t a secret, but nobody was aware of what you did behind closed doors with him. 

You were standing there for way too long. It didn’t take a while for Oliver to shift his gaze onto you. Once his eyes latched onto you, that familiar smirk made itself on his features. Your cheeks burned the moment you made eye contact with your sneaky link. He was around a few of his friends, but he could care less for the mindless conversations they were having. All he could focus on was you. 

His eyes explored your body that looked absolutely perfect in the dress you were wearing. It hugged all of the right places and showed off everything he loved to see. Blood was rushing to his dick already and it made him shift around to hide it. Oliver was practically undressing you with his gaze and he couldn’t get enough. He decided to send you a text to get the memo through to you. He didn’t want his friends becoming suspicious of his sudden absence, so sending a message would do just fine to him. 

The moment you saw Oliver whip his phone out of his pocket, you knew what he was about to do. He had done it plenty of times before. It was like a secret code shared between the two of you. 

Your phone vibrated, bringing your attention down to your device. Oliver had sent you a few messages and you decided to read them rather than ignore them. 

Oliver: come here

Oliver: you look so pretty <3

You looked up at Oliver who was leaning against the countertop with his drink in his hand. He honestly looked kind of dumb standing there, swirling it around like he was at a bar but regardless you began to make your way over to him. There were several people who passed by you on the way there, but you eventually made it to Oliver who seemed very happy to see you beside him. 

Oliver could be such a tease sometimes. He liked to mess with you in so many ways and you honestly never got tired of it. Though, sometimes he did get on your nerves. He would drive you nuts by telling some weird jokes or even making shitty pickup lines to make you laugh, but he did it all to see you crack a smile. That pretty grin only deserved to be made by him, nobody else. He never liked to admit that he was possessive over you, but at times, it was very fucking obvious. There was an occasion where he gripped the steering wheel a little too tight when you mentioned a male classmate that had been asking you to study with him for a test. He never liked when other people had their eyes on you. It was kind of wrong of him, but he just couldn’t help himself. You were just too delicate to let some random guy mess with you or your heart for that matter. 

Once you were next to him, his friends didn’t really bat an eye. They were well aware of you and didn’t usually care that you were around. You were thankful for that because sometimes guys could be so weird about that kind of stuff. Luckily, they were fairly chill and never really said much besides a hello or a how are you. 

Oliver turned his head to meet you. His eyes shifted towards your pretty lips that were shiny with lipgloss. He was so tempted to makeout with you right then and there, but he had to keep his cool and act right. He didn’t need you to become a mess because he was trying to kiss you in front of his other friends. “How’s your night been so far, babe? Got anything interesting to tell me?” he took a sip of his drink, raising a brow at you once he finished asking the question.

You shook your head. To be honest, the party hadn’t been quite eventful at all. It was the same usual shit you had been used to since you were a freshman in college. “No.. not really. It’s been the same old shit.. you?” you cocked your head to the side. 

Oliver nodded, acknowledging your words loud and clear. He thought the party would have been more lively since it was getting kind of late, but much to his surprise, there hadn’t been much happening at all. He figured at some point he could bounce and have some of his own fun with you. You two had done it plenty of times before and it was much better than sitting around drinking the entire evening. 

He was about to open his mouth to speak when an idea flowed into his brain. He wanted to pass some time before he left the party, and since you were there, he wanted to mess around with you for a little bit. It wasn’t something he wasn’t used to doing. There were many times where he would poke fun at you until you had no choice but to smile at him from how stupid or corny he sounded. It was nice being able to do such a thing with you, so he figured he would give it a try since seeing you laugh made him happy. It would help take his mind off of how dry the party had become since he arrived there just an hour or two prior.

He let out a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. This made you turn to look at him with curiosity written on your features. He then started glancing around at the different people who were wandering the party house. “So, you see anyone you want to sink your teeth into tonight?” he questioned, turning his head to look at you. “I have my eye on a few.. but I wanted to know if you were interested in any new prey.”

His question took you by complete surprise. Oliver wasn’t really the type to brag about those kinds of things to you. He never really mentioned them before so it was odd, but it kind of bothered you to have him bring it up like that so casually. You weren’t sure what he was trying to get at. Did he want some kind of reaction out of you? It was weird. The other fact that he mentioned he had his eyes on someone else made your chest tug with hurt. It was stupid to feel that way about a guy who you referred to as your “sneaky link” but you couldn’t help but feel that way. 

You had to put on a facade and just tough it out. It was just Oliver. Guys like him could get a little airheaded and not realize what they said. You wanted to play at his game too. You didn’t want Oliver to get away with something like that, so you would test the waters on your next response. “Actually, yeah, I do. He’s around here somewhere,” you crossed your arms over your chest, searching the room for a guy you could point to. 

Oliver was stunned to hear your response to him. He didn’t think you would take his words so seriously, but hearing that there was a possible suitor lurking around at this party had alarms going off inside his head. He began to wonder who it could be. Could it be Isagi? He was well aware that you two had a friendship, but maybe there was something else going on behind the scenes that he didn’t know about. He started narrowing down the options inside his head and wondered who else could be there. He surely regretted asking you such a question, because it was honestly a joke if anything. 

“Wait, what? Who-“

“Oh! There he is! Gotta go!”

He was interrupted the second you walked away into the crowds of people that were formed in the living room. Oliver watched you disappear for a brief moment, but his eyes quickly caught on to where you were standing. You weren’t alone anymore, but the problem was who you were beside. 

His own roommate, Sae Itoshi.

The thing that struck Oliver by surprise was that he never knew you were connected with Sae. As far as he was aware, you two had never come into contact with one another. It made him question a lot of things. Did you know that Sae was his roommate? How long had you two been speaking with each other? Did Sae know he was fucking you for the last few months? He didn’t have a single answer to any of them. The times Oliver brought you over to his apartment he made sure that Sae wouldn’t be there. There was never a time where he would encounter you at his place, so how the fuck did you know him? He knew the kind of person Sae was and he could gladly get any girl he wanted into his bed, but Oliver didn’t want you with him. There was no way he would allow that shit to happen. He adored you too much to let you slip through his grasp like that. 

He sat back for a second, watching your every move intently. He didn’t want to dart over there and make a scene, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling he had inside his chest. 

Usually, Oliver wouldn’t bat an eye at things like this. He doesn’t get angry like this. Not at you, more specifically. He was well aware that there weren’t romantic feelings involved in the relationship you had, it was physical. Yes, it was all physical and there was no emotional connection between you both. He isn’t mad, there is no way he is mad at this or at you over this matter. However, he just couldn’t explain why he felt that green sensation coming over him. He couldn’t hide the scoffs when you laughed at Sae, or the way he would roll his eyes when you smiled a little too long at his roommate. He wanted to know most of all why the hell he wanted to storm up to you and Sae and pull you in for a kiss so he would see it. He wants him to know you belong to Oliver, not him. But he doesn’t, because he doesn’t feel that way. Right? Right.

He finished the rest of his drink, clenching his jaw when he saw you get just a bit too close to his red haired companion. He hated feeling emotions like this. He was so powerless in that situation it made him almost crush the solo cup he held in his right hand, but he had to keep his cool. You weren’t his. 

Oliver pulled his phone out of his pocket. He had too many questions for his own good, and he just wanted to know the basics. It would be nothing too intense, so he began typing a message to you. There were a few times where he would delete the text on his screen, but he eventually sent a few to you. He hoped you would see it, but seeing as you were too distracted in Sae, he wasn’t sure that would even happen. 

Oliver: baby

Oliver: i didn’t know you knew sae

Oliver: baby answer me

He noticed that his drink was empty as well, so he decided to get a refill real quick. If this went south, he knew damn well he was going to need a few to keep himself from losing it that night. 

He turned to the side, grabbing a bottle of liquor to pour into his cup. The stench filled his nose and made his mouth water from the desire to taste it. There were so many options at that party that he wasn’t sure what he should have, but he stuck with something simple instead of going crazy. He had to drive himself home that night and he didn’t want to get too intoxicated. 

Once he turned back, he almost dropped the cup in his hand. Your placement inside the living room was now gone and you were nowhere to be seen. Sae was also missing. The horror soon washed over him and his feet moved on his own to find out where the two of you had gone. He prayed deep down that you were just by yourself somewhere in the house and not in some random bed with Sae. No, there was no way you were about to fuck his roommate. 

He then walked around and might have shoved a few people in the process, but he could care less about what they had to say. He passed by the speaker that had music blasting from it which sort of deafened his ears for a brief moment, but that didn’t stop him from walking around the house to find you. Oliver then halted when he saw Sae standing in another part of the house. He was standing with a group of other people who were unfamiliar to Oliver, but he was relieved to see that you weren’t beside him at the time. Though, that begged the question of where the hell were you right now? He hoped that you were safe, but that was completely uncertain at the moment. All of his attention went to Sae, though. He couldn’t hide that he was kind of pissed off at him for doing such a thing. 

Oliver stormed up to his roommate, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt. Sae was taken completely off guard when he saw that the person grabbing him was his own friend. He was stunned and most of all confused. He could see this anger that swirled around in Oliver’s dual colored eyes that almost scared the living shit out of him at first glance. “Where is she..? Huh? Answer the fucking question..” Oliver’s tone was menacing and the grip on Sae’s shirt was only growing tighter the longer he held it. 

Sae blinked, confused as to what Oliver was talking about. He was blown away by his actions as well. There was no reason why he should be held like that. “Hey! Hey! Oliver, what the hell?! What are you even talking about?” he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to shimmy out of his friend's grip. 

He hated the response he received from his friend. He knew exactly what he was doing with you, but the last thing Oliver wanted to do was start something physical in the middle of the party. It could damage his reputation and he had soccer to worry about too. “Where’s the girl you were talking to, Sae?” his tone softened just a little, but it was somewhat firm at the same time. 

He then quickly gathered what he meant and remembered that he was talking to you just a few minutes prior. Sae nodded his head towards one of the corridors that led upstairs to the top floor. “She went up there to pee..” he replied. “What’s this even about? Are you dating her or something?” 

That’s all Oliver needed to hear.

He then released his friend, sending Sae a few inches backwards. He was still completely appalled by what Oliver had just done, but he decided not to chase after him. He didn’t want to possibly lose a damn limb because he was looking for some girl. It was still very confusing, but he refrained from continuing on with any questions. 

You were sitting inside of the restroom that you really needed to use for the past ten minutes. You did have a bit to drink and alcohol tended to run right through you. It would be quick, but you couldn’t stop staring at the messages Oliver had sent you just a few minutes prior. He seemed quite insistent on getting your attention with them and it honestly puzzled you as to why he was interested in your relationship with Sae. To be honest, you didn’t know a single thing about him besides his name and that he played soccer for the university team. It was no wonder that you did, but why was Oliver so damn curious to know? You never questioned his ties to the random girls he used to talk to. It would irritate you to no end but you never made a big deal out of it because you knew Oliver would make a huge joke out of the whole thing. 

Eventually, you finished your business and went to wash your hands. The soft thump of the music playing down below you filled your ears. The night was barely just beginning. You still had yet to discover where Isagi was hanging out at. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if you found out that he had left the party or something. 

Once you dried off your hands, you went to open the bathroom door. You twisted the knob and pulled it open, but there wasn’t an empty space. Instead, you were faced with a very irritated looking Oliver. He practically scared the living shit out of you when your eyes landed on where he was standing. You didn’t think he would come up here or even seek you out. You knew damn well it was probably Sae who revealed those details to Oliver, but it still made you curious on how the two of them knew one another. Also, why did Oliver care so much about it? He never really paid much attention to those kinds of things before, so why was there the sudden change of heart on his end? Sometimes guys could be so fucking nosy and Oliver was one of those men who had to be in your business. 

You decided to clear your throat to shift the obvious tension that had formed around you both. Oliver had his eyes fixated on you intensely. “Oliver-“ he then cut you off, forcing himself inside of the bathroom and slamming the door with his foot. 

He looked down at you with serious eyes. Your heart began to beat rapidly inside your chest at his sudden actions. You hadn’t seen Oliver behave in such a manner in the entire time you had been having sex with him. He backed you up so you were now pressing against the counter behind you. He had you caged in with his arms that were resting on either side of the sink. “Why did you do that, baby? You like having fun with my roommate?” his voice sent chills up your spine from how hoarse it was. Seeing him act that way had you pressing your thighs together. You never believed there would be a day that you would see Oliver Aiku jealous over his own roommate. The one you didn’t even know about.

You avoided his gaze, but you could feel him burning holes in the side of your head. You knew you had to say something eventually, so you did your best to come up with a response. “Oliver, I never knew about Sae like that..” you looked up briefly, then settled your eyes somewhere else in the room. “But most of all, why do you even care? We aren’t dating, Oliver, you know that.” 

He kissed his teeth at your words. He was so tired of hearing that you weren’t his girlfriend, but that didn’t mean shit to him. He was ready to throw out that idea and become exclusive with you, because the thought of Sae having you all to himself made him pissed. He didn’t want anyone else to have you but him. There was nobody else that could treat you better than Oliver could. “I don’t care.. you’re mine, (Y/N).” he leaned towards your level, so your foreheads were now pressing together. 

Before you could reply, Oliver pressed his lips against yours. The kiss between you two was gentle and it almost made your knees buckle from how sweet it was. His hands found their way towards your waist and then to your hips where he groped at your flesh. You could feel his stubble against your chin as he continued kissing you. Heat began to pool between your thighs, making you all the more needy for Oliver to continue touching you. He knew all of the places to poke and brush against that would make you melt in his hands like butter. He loved that about you. You were so easy to crack and break apart. Sure, he could take his time and be patient with you, but he knew that wasn’t going to be possible tonight. He had this ache inside of his shorts that was begging him to be freed. You didn’t seem like you were in much of a position to wait around either for him, so he figured he would get things going as soon as possible.

Oliver pushed your legs upwards with strong arms. You were now sitting on the sink with both of your thighs around his waist. His large hands squeezed at the fat, allowing a whimper to escape your lips. Instinctively, you opened your legs just a little so Oliver could gain better access to you. He couldn’t hide the smirk that wrote itself on his features when he pushed his hands up your dress and felt that damp spot on your panties. He had done so little, yet you were a soaked mess down there. If he had more time, he would have devoured you and gotten a taste. He always loved seeing your reactions whenever he would go down on you. 

He pressed the pad of his finger against your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked at the feeling of electricity that spread along your belly. Oliver pulled away from the kiss, making eye contact with you. He rubbed small circles on your sensitive bud, earning a few moans. “Needy, huh, baby..?” he chuckled, pecking your lips. “So fucking wet.. ‘gotta have you now.”

With trembling hands, he pulled your dress backwards so he could expose more of your skin. Goosebumps littered your skin when the cooler air brushed against your bare flesh. You watched with heavy lids as he untied his shorts, pulling them down along with his boxers so he could free his cock. You chewed on your bottom lip, anticipation bubbling inside your belly at what was to come. Oliver was on the bigger side. You always had chills whenever he would take it out and fuck you with it. You were surprised you were able to take it the first time from how great the girth was. He was probably the largest you had ever taken. 

He pushed your panties aside, positioning his cock near your dripping hole. The tip dragged along your slick folds, allowing noises to come from both of you. You needed Oliver more than anything right now. Your hands went to rest on his broad shoulders, looking up at him with desperation in your eyes. “Oliver.. fuck, don’t tease m-me!” you threw your head back when the tip of his cock brushed over your bud. “Need you..” 

Oliver grinned at your need for him. He couldn’t lie. He honestly wanted you more than you wanted him. The two of you hadn’t fucked in a long time, so having a moment like this was bound to bring in lots of fun. He knew you had to be quick, considering that you were doing this in a bathroom at a party, but part of him did have the desire to take it slow. If it were anywhere else he would have his tongue buried between your legs until you were making a mess on his chin. “Tell me how much you need me, princess.” he teased your hole, making you whine. “Tell me – fuck – tell me how bad..”

You disliked how he was making you wait. All you wanted was for him to be inside you already, but that was becoming impossible from his actions. You decided to just give in to what he wanted. It would get things started much faster. “Oliver..! I need you so bad, ah! P-Please.. fuck me!” your nails dug into the fabric of his t-shirt. 

Your voice was like music to his ears. 

Oliver then pushed his cock inside of your dripping cunt. A sharp gasp left your lips from the sensation of his dick filling your pussy up. You could never get used to how thick his cock was. He was splitting you apart with every inch, and you found yourself almost crying from the stretch. Your pussy was sucking him in so perfectly that he was fighting with himself to not completely ravage you right then and there. You were so fucking tight. Nobody else compared to the way you made him feel. It didn’t matter if he went and slept with someone else. They never made him feel this euphoria that you were able to create for him. He never desired to see those people again, but when it came to you it was such a different story. All he could crave was you. Being inside you, having your walls squeeze his cock. He wanted you more than he would ever like to admit, but most of all, Oliver wanted you all to himself.

His palms placed themselves on your hips where he finally fully bottomed out inside of you. You felt so full with him. Oliver wasn’t sure if he should move yet, but when you began to grind on his cock he knew that you were more than ready for him to fuck you. 

He slowly began to thrust forward into you. Your moans were much softer and delicate this time, but he knew they would begin to grow louder once he started to move more. He gripped the plush of your hips tightly as his pace began to pick up just a little. Fuck, you were so perfect like this before him. Your sweet pussy was taking his cock in so nicely. He was already losing control of himself. Oliver never realized how badly he missed you until that moment. You were on his mind so much and the thought of losing you struck fear into him. He didn’t want anyone else to think they had a chance with you. 

You were lost in complete bliss at his actions. He was going at a decent pace, but you were already feeling like you were on the moon from what he was doing. The scent of his cologne, his grip on your body, the way his cock split you apart. All of it was so perfect. “O-Oliver! Shit.. it’s so good!” you squeezed your eyes shut, holding on to his shoulders for support. He had you completely wrapped around his finger. 

Hearing your pretty voice made his dick twitch inside of you. He loved whenever you said his name like that. All whiny and needy like he was the only one you needed at the end of the day. There was nothing better to Oliver than hearing you cry out for him. He couldn’t help but rut his hips a bit harder this time, giving him a slightly better angle to those nice spots. He wanted to make you feel good. Your pleasure always came before his. “Yeah? You like this, princess? Like when I fuck your p-pretty cunt with my fat cock?” he grabbed your face with his hand, pressing your cheeks together. 

You nodded vigorously at his question. Oliver thought you looked so fucking nasty like that. Shaking your head like you were a bitch in heat. It was erotic. He thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. 

His hand retracted from your face and went to circle around your throat. He held it there firmly, but not hard enough to the point where you were losing oxygen from his grip. Oliver just couldn’t keep his eyes away from you and your body. You were beautiful, truly. He hadn’t ever seen someone with such enthralling beauty before. He just couldn’t help but feel mesmerized by your features. There was so much to like about you. He couldn’t pick just one thing to focus on. He knew a girl like you could be snatched up by someone else within a heartbeat. There were probably loads of people waiting for you to give them the time of day, and he was fully aware of that. He saw the way people turned their heads whenever you walked into a room. Oliver was one of those many faces that stared at you with admiration any time you strutted by. He loved that people also thought you were pretty, but it also brought jealousy. You were too good for some of those shitty guys he encountered on campus. The last thing he would want is someone breaking your pretty heart into tiny pieces. 

That’s why seeing you with someone like Sae angered him. 

Oliver knew he shouldn’t have acted the way he did towards his friend, especially over you, but there was just something about having you in someone else’s arms that pissed him off. Someone seeing you naked and fucking you drove him mad. He was the only one who should have access to you like that. The idea that someone else could possibly have that chance lit a fire underneath Oliver’s ass. He didn’t want that, not one bit.

He didn’t realize it, but he had begun fucking you at quite a rough pace. He was just too pissed off about what happened with Sae earlier that he was taking it out on your cunt. You didn’t seem to mind that much though. You were a moaning mess and your hold on him was tight. You were practically clinging onto him like your life depended on it. Oliver shifted his angle, so he could feel more of your cunt around him. As he thrusted, the items on the sink moved with him and a few things almost fell over. However, he didn’t give two shits. 

The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Several grunts had rumbled in Oliver’s throat while he thrusted into you. He knew you were getting close by the feeling of your walls slowly tightening around his dick. He had this need for reassurance. He had to know and hear from you that you weren’t going to go off with somebody else. “Fuck.. tell me you’re mine, baby.” he looked down at you with a serious stare that made you shiver. 

You whimpered when his hand around your throat began to squeeze. He was making you look at him while his cock dragged along your walls. This kind of energy was turning you on so much. You could almost cum on the spot from just his voice. “I-I’m yours, Oliver!” you whined. “I promise..!”

Those words made him feel so much better. He couldn’t hide the smile that had appeared on his features. Oliver gritted his teeth from how fucking great you felt around him. You could feel the knot inside your belly tightening with each rut of his hips. All you could crave was that climax. Your nails dug into his shoulder, leaving marks on his skin even though he still had his shirt on. 

With one final cry of pleasure, you finally reached your orgasm. Sparks of euphoria danced along your skin from the intensity, and your legs began to shake. Oliver gasped sharply when your walls clamped tightly around his cock. He didn’t expect it to happen, but he actually came himself. He filled your cunt with his cum, covering your velvet walls with white thick seed. The warmth inside your abdomen made you tremble a bit, but you were too lost in your thoughts to even think about what just happened. Oliver had come inside you before, so you could care less. Those words must have pushed him over the edge, because he didn’t expect for his high to hit him that hard.

Oliver snaked his arms around your waist. The two of you were both quite messy and the restroom you were in was humid. He brushed his lips against your ear, making you feel goosebumps. “I mean it.. you’re my girl, baby.“ he rubbed small circles on your back, soothing you. 

You tucked your head underneath his chin, letting your eyes fall shut. “I don’t mind that..” you whispered, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Really? I mean-“

BANG BANG!

“Hey! Who’s in there?! Some of us have to piss!”

You and Oliver looked at one another, then started giggling when you heard the person on the other side. He quickly kissed your forehead, smiling down at you. “Come home with me tonight.. I can’t stay away from you anymore.” he said, cupping your cheek.

You grinned. “I want nothing more than that.”

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[otoyas]

GAME OVER | oliver aiku x f!reader

CW: smut, fratboy!oliver (i swear he is an actual sweetheart ..), petnames, creampie, mating press, choking, alcohol use, mild noncon filming (if u squint)

word count: 2.1k

a/n: frat!au bllk (and oliver) has been plaguing my mind lately .. so i might just make this a mini series

Oliver has always been a tease. He’s a flirt with everyone but especially with you.

Your friends have continuously told you to ignore it and to ignore him because everyone knows he’s just trying to get in your pants. 

He’s bad news in theory and even worse in person - is what everyone says.

But you’re stubborn as hell and the more people tell you to stay away from him, the more you want to see for yourself. So you entertain him. Not enough to be obvious to everyone but enough to form an unspoken game between you two.

Who gives in first?

-

The first thing you notice is that he smells so fucking good.

You’re two drinks in, chatting up with your friends until you feel a heavy arm land across your shoulder. You catch a whiff of the body and you decide that he smells delicious. An expensive woody cologne with a hint of musk and you instantly knew who the weight belonged to. Oliver Aiku.

You don’t shrug him off yet. So you hold on to his arm and lean on to his shoulder, basking on the occasional whiff of his intoxicating scent.

“Welcome ladies,” he greets you all with the smuggest smirk on his face. Your friends roll their eyes and wave him off, leaving the area when they realize that you are going to play his game. Once they disappear from your view, you feel his lips lightly press against the shell of your ear and a smirk forming. “And welcome y/n.” 

You hum in response before finally facing him. His arms instinctively move down your back, resting just above your ass. Throwing your arms around his neck, you slowly tug him closer to you, chests just centimeters apart. 

This is when you realize that you’ve never seen his face up close, and you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or not but you didn’t think he’d be this attractive. “Oliver,” you slur out, tilting your head to the side.

You ignore how his hands start to fiddle with the ends of your shirt, lifting it up a little to trace circles on your lower back. But your body betrays you, goosebumps forming from how good his touch feels. 

He steps in closer, bringing your chests closer, and says your name.

“Nice to finally meet you,” you giggle. “Yeah? Finally, huh?” He says, agreeing with you.

All the previous interactions you’ve had with him have been minor. Stolen glances, light flirting, the occasional touch from bumping into each other at parties. But nothing like this where you’re both left alone.

You don’t want to give in yet, at least not completely, so you pull away from his touch and make your way to the kitchen.

-

“Fancy seeing you ‘round here,” you chortle, sitting on the island chair and making yourself as comfortable as you can despite its occasional creaking.

The party is dying down a bit, nearing its end. Bottles of unfinished beer and liquor on the kitchen table and the island stand between the two of you. The smell of the house is surprisingly not… pungent, considering the shit that happens here.

He chuckles at your comment and opens the cooler, showing off the minimal variety. “Pick your poison, sweetheart.”

“Between beer and another beer,” you lean over to stare at your choices. “I’ll take that one,” you point out. 

“Ah, good choice. A beer,” he snickers, grabbing two and opening your can of beer for you. You thank him, ignoring the way your fingers touch, and reposition yourself with your body facing the island. 

Oliver sits on the chair to your right and faces you. “So,” he starts, a lopsided smirk forming, “why are you playing so hard to get?”

You almost want to laugh at him but you settle with a light hearted eye roll. Is it that obvious? Or is he just a smartass who knows when people are attracted to him? It wouldn’t be surprising if he knew because he is extremely attractive.

Batting your eyelashes, you turn to look at him and ask as innocently as you can, “what do you mean?”

He lets out a light sigh and grabs the base of the chair, pulling you close, forcing you to face him. Gasping at the sudden force, you yelp out his name. “Come on princess, you’re not that fucking dumb.”

The buzz of the alcohol finally hits, your head feeling heavy, and the giggles slip easily out of your mouth. Leaning forward, you try again. “You really think so?” Hiccup.

You’re flirting with him now – you won’t deny that you’re attracted to him and at this point, with the proximity between you and Oliver, it’s taking everything in you to not kiss him. 

He only leans closer too, knees now touching each other, your legs slotted between his larger ones. You hold your breath when you see him bring his hand forward, anticipating something to happen because the tension is so thick, only for him to tuck the strand of hair that’s fallen to your face. But he keeps his hand cupped to the side of your neck and tugs you in closer.

He breathes out your name lowly. Hiccup. “Hmm?” You respond, almost mewling.

Then, you feel air blowing by your neck, followed by a lick, tracing all the way from your collarbone to just below your ear. He continues to nip at the smooth skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck and your ear, nibbling on it and at the shell. It leaves you squirming in your seat, rubbing your thighs for some friction.

You let out a breathy moan when his hand finally touches your thigh, inching closer and closer to your heat but he does it so slowly, toying with you.

You wanted to tell him more, to kiss you, to fuck you but a booming voice and whistling makes you groan at the sudden interruption. When you pull away, you’re faced with a couple members of the frat, clapping and whooping at the sight, one visibly recording with no shame like this was a normal occurrence.

You pout slightly and tug at his wrist, hopeful that he might lead you to a more private space. And he does— he takes you up the stairs, passing a couple doors before finally arriving into his room.

Locking the door, he opens his mouth, quick to come up with an excuse. “Sorry about that, they’re uh…”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off. You look around at his room – trophies, medals, and pictures of him playing soccer surrounded the walls.

“Kinda expected it,” you say, waiting for him to finally make a move. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, almost cautious of your reaction like he was just not mauling your fucking neck.

“Why are you playing so hard to get?” You take a jab at him, poking his chest jokingly but he catches your wrist. The lopsided, boyish smirk returns to his face. “We’re playing that game now?”

You lock gazes. “What game?”

“Don’t play stupid, princess,” he repeats before finally kissing you. Rough, calloused hands cup your cheeks, holding you close. Oliver is a good kisser; his lips are soft and he tastes so good. You melt into his drunken touch, moaning into his lips when he coaxes your mouth to open wider with his tongue. His kisses are dizzying and have you gripping onto his shirt.

He lays you on his bed gently, pulling away to take his shirt off. God, can he get any more attractive? Your thoughts eat you alive - your hand finding its way to touch his bare chest.

You hear him take a sharp intake of his breath before continuing your movements, slowly moving down to the play with the band of his bottoms.

“Such a fucking tease,” he hisses.

You kiss him again while helping him unzip his pants — his hard on now visible. Fuck. You think. Or you don’t. You feel so overwhelmed and you're so turned on just by him. Luckily, he feels the same way because he doesn’t waste time tugging your top over your head and unclasping your bra – way too easily by the way.

His mouth immediately finds its way to your chest, playing with your tits, nipping at the hard, sensitive bud before sucking on them. His tongue circles the nipple and sucks on it, making you moan. His other hand finds your heat, hovering over the wet patch on your panties, shivering at his touch.

“P-please,” you plead, hands gripping the ones neglecting your cunt, desperate for him to touch you. He pulls away and gives you a sloppy kiss before asking. “Please what?”

“Please touch me- I-i wanna cum,” you confess, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes in frustration. His hands leave your clothed pussy, making you whine at the sudden coldness even more, before gripping your face, cooing at you. “Aw, you wanna cum? Is that it?”

You nod, begging for him to touch you.

“What do you want, baby? Hm?” He traces figures on your stomach and you whimper. “Is it my fingers?” He dips down even further, placing a kiss on your chest, then your lower belly. You feel your cunt gush and throb at the affection. “My mouth?” Your thighs shut tight at the suggestion. “Or my cock?” And you let out a breathy yes.

He pulls his boxers down to show his cock, hard and leaking at the tip. You whine at the sight, “inside now, please,” you beg.

Finally, he listens to you for once. Without any intention to take your panties or skirt off, he lifts both your legs, resting them on his shoulders. You move your body to a more comfortable angle before signaling him to continue. He positions himself, one hand holding on to the frame of the bed for support and the other on his shaft, guiding it inside of your already dripping cunt.

He pushes into you slowly, groaning the second he fills you up to the brim. It feels so good. Your cunt hugging his cock so perfectly — so warm and so wet all just for him. And you whine at the painful yet pleasurable feeling of being filled up. The girth of his cock stretches you out and makes you feel lightheaded.

He picks up his pace and it makes you want to squirm, but you can’t. Not when his arm is clutching your legs so close together. He pounds onto your throbbing cunt mercilessly, the skin slapping reverberating around the room. Every thrust sends you into a deeper euphoria — almost suffocating with how much force he puts into it.

You let out choke gasps, struggling to catch your breath. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Heat starts to grow on your lower belly, your orgasm bubbling at the constant friction to your sticky clit, and the head of his cock massaging your g-spot easily. His hands find its way to your neck, fingers pressing onto your throat, and you feel a slight rush in your head.

It’s dizzying and you love it. The rush travels its way to your cunt quickly. His thrusts grow sloppier but still have enough force to push you deeper into his soft bed. “I-i think I’m gonna cum,” you manage to choke out through hiccups and tears.

“Fuck, your pussy feels s-so good,” he grunts through deep, long, sharp thrusts that has your pussy creaming and thighs quivering for it. He grabs the underside of your thigh, groping it, and peppers chaste kisses on your ankle.

He groans, your pussy growing tighter and tighter with each thrust and he can’t hold it in much longer. “Can I cum inside, please.” Begging.

“Let me cum inside this pretty pussy.” Again, voice rasp and needy.

“Yeah, y-yeah. Inside.” You grip onto the bed, so close to reaching your own high. The hand gripping around your neck moves to your cheeks, and he gives you a sloppy kiss full of tongue. He’s relentless with his thrusts, you feel crushed, and with his body weight pushing down against you, his cock meets the gushy inside of your cunt, and it’s enough to thrash and twitch below him.

When your orgasm dies down, his follows shortly after. The white, strings of cum creaming and warming your insides. With chests heaving, you both lay down on the now soaked and messy bed.

You make the first comment. “That was good.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, swinging his hand over and pulls you close. “We should do that more often.”

“Or a couple more times,” you suggest, cuddling into his chest. Oliver hums in agreement.

Silence fills the room again but you have one last thing to ask him. Gnawing at your lip, you ask him your question.

“Just as friends or…” You trail off, hoping he would get the hint, and to your luck - he does. “Nah, not just as friends.”

Game over.

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[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . OLIVER AIKU ; — oliver loves the way you always seem to test your own limits.

warnings: f!reader, deep-throating, this is my first time writing for him pls help ;o; note: he is so hot i can’t believe it’s taken me this long to do this tbh <;3

“you been thinkin’ ‘bout me, doll?” oliver’s teasing you, handsome smirk in place as you kneel between his spread thighs — one of his arms resting along the back of the couch while his eyes sweep along your features.

thinking about him? you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been, waiting around all day for him to return home from practice so you can pounce on him — you’ve got him right where you want him.. so why do you feel so small when the look he sends you is so smug, heavy cock still soft as it rests against his thigh and his sweats pool at his ankles — it’s like he’s challenging you.

“yeah~” you reply, it’s whispery and honeyed and you feel the sweet sound throb through oliver’s cock when you wrap your fingers around the shaft, feeling it thicken against your palm as you suckle kisses along the slowly hardening length of him.

“oh? i like your spirit, sweetheart.” it’s sinful, the things he does to you — the low drawl his voice takes when he feels your lips around him, half-hard cock pressing against your tongue as it grows thicker with every swipe of your tongue along the tip.

this game, the push and pull after a long day was your favourite, to be able to feel the weight of oliver’s cock grow heavier as your lips stretch around him — your palm pumping spit along the shaft as his dual-toned gaze watches you closely from underneath his bangs.

fuck—he thinks it’s so sweet, the soft little kiss you press against the tip as he watches his precum smear along your lips, followed by a languid swipe of your tongue before you swallow loudly with a lidded look.

every movement you make is addictive as you tap the head of oliver’s cock against your tongue, making him chuckle lowly as his broad chest expands with his next inhale. the things you fucking do to him, you could kill him and bring him back to life with a pretty look and a particularly rough stroke of your palm and he’d fucking beg for you to do it again — but maybe that’s an idea for another night.

“feel what you’re doing t’ me? already got me all wound up.” his voice trails off into a groan as you bob your head slowly along the length of him, teasing your tongue along the sensitive underside so you can see the way his crooked grin twitches into something needier as he sucks his lower lip between his teeth.

“atta girl.” oliver grits as you push yourself deeper, letting the blunt head of his cock push down the tight tunnel of your throat as he throbs. the full thickness presses tight against your airwaves when your next choke around him makes him growl, pretty tears sparking along your lashes before you feel his large palm cup and squeeze at the back of your neck.

you let him hold your head in place as he rolls his hips back and forth, working more of his cock into the tight hug of your throat as your eyes flutter closed. it’s like he’s easing you into it, going easy on you before he makes a mess of those pretty features but with the next roll of his hips he growls, and you take the opportunity to push yourself deeper as your lips stretch around him — nose pressing against the trimmed dark hair that decorates his pelvis as his abdomen twitches.

you swallow, gag and oliver fucking smirks before you begin your wet, messy withdrawal as your spit catches along the tanned skin of his shaft. “ain’t you a show off, sweetheart.” he goads, chuckles despite the trembling undercurrent his tone holds and you hate the way it makes your thighs squeeze together.

you take a sharp breath as you pull off of his cock, feeling the dark haired man above you swipe his thumb along a stray tear — it’s soft despite the way his gaze is blown out and heavy with his next growl as you say thanks with a kiss against the tip. “come on, you can do better than that.. can’t you?” he drawls but his broad chest heaves as you let him guide your head back down— taking a sharp breath when his cock pushes back against your airways, relishing the dizzy spin of the room and the long, low groan it pulls from the man over you.

“oh—you’re gettin’ real close, sweetheart.” oliver chokes, dragging his free hand along your back as his fingers flex and draw lines along the skin when you swallow around him, choking and gagging around his thick cock before his pretty abomden flexes and his thighs follow suit when he twitches on your tongue.

your whine is muffled around him as you feel spit drip down your chin and the vibration alone pulls another strangled, low grunts from the dual-toned defender before it’s cut off with a garbled laugh when you sink back down on his cock so perfectly.

“mouth’s real good, doll.. but cmeer and lemme feel how much you really missed me.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

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[izaanagi]

Oliver... handjob kink (idk what it's called)

— tw. handjob feat. Oliver Aiku.

+ mdni. reblogs are always appreciated!

You've been kissing Oliver for what feels like hours, and your hands have been wandering around his broad and firm chest, his chiseled pecks, his hard abdomen but have never ventured farther. You don't know whether it is because you're afraid of what it might brings, or because you're simply afraid you won't be up to par to the girls that must have touched, and not only, Oliver.

"Hey, doll?" he asks, as he looks up from your neck, where bruises of all shapes and sizes are blooming, as he stares right through you with his enigmatic dual toned eyes, lust blowing his pupils only to leave a rim of colour around. He looks like a thoroughly fucked god.

"What's up? I can hear you thinking even if your lips aren't moving."

Your core pulses, because Oliver is just like that. He makes you hungry and wet, and hungry and wet and then makes you feel as if there hasn't been anyone in his life that would have ever made him like that way, too.

"Can you teach me how to touch you?" you ask, hesitant, but you feel before you see Oliver's eyes widening, and a gulp going doing his throat. He does not have an answer for you.

After a small moment of silence, he takes your hand in his, and looks you straight in the eye.

"Trust me."

And that's all he says, before he is already guiding your hand toward the zip line of his pants and helps you unbutton them, slowly, steadily. Yet, time feels to move in molasses and all you can hear is the rush of blood inside your ears, the way your pussy is getting wetter inside your panties, and your nipples stiff inside your half inside-out bra, and the warmth of Oliver's palm.

He takes his pants off, and all you're left with is the bulge of his desire and the saliva you're trying to swallow without suffocating.

"It's okay, doll. Slowly," he gently whispers and then you're already cupping his length through the fabric. He's big, and he's clearly already semi-hard, with a wet patch on the front. It makes you feel marginally better to know you're not the only one to be in that situation.

Your hand in his, he strokes himself all over his rigid cock one, slowly, making you feel exactly where he ends and where the base is, still covered by the boxers. You lift your hand again, the cloth creating a friction against his raw skin that makes him inhale sharply. God, he is big, but his hand isn't leaving yours, so after stroking again and again, familiarising yourself with his shape, you feel bold enough to speak.

"Can you take them off?"

"Do you want me to take them off?" he asks, and when you nod, it's all but a moment that you're left with glorious Oliver Aiku standing stark naked in front of you, his shaft stiff and ready for your hand to resume its work.

At the touch, he feels warm. The vein underneath throbs, and the glans is already swollen and deliciously red, as a strawberry. In a passing moment of confidence you wonder whether it would taste like that, too.

"There's not much to it besides what you've been doing already, sweetheart," Oliver adds, but you doubt that is the case. And yet, you're already wrapping your hand around him, not even reaching all the way, and resuming again the sliding motion. His skin moves with your palm, and Oliver's hand with yours. It goes up and down, exactly as you will it to. Then, Oliver twist his wrist, up in one direction and going down in another.

"That's the movement, yes. Gently, up and down until you feel it twitch, alright?"

You feel yourself nodding, before you're backing it up with another corkscrew motion of Oliver's cock, already giving a twitch at that. He has been breathing as if in labour for a while, and you can see the way he wants to jerk up his hips to meet your hand, but is refraining from doing so.

You pick up the rhythm, his cock growing his each motion of your wrist stroking it u, swallowing the glans in and then down again, twisting, and revealing the way the mushroom top is carmine and ready to burst. It takes another five minutes of you stroking Oliver, first slowly and then faster, until all your do is get a little farther than the top and then up, in jerking motions you know you'll have to practice to become good at, when you feel the cock under your hands twitch uncontrollably and Oliver to gasp in.

He cums on your hand in heavy, white strikes. They feel heavy on your hand, and there's a weird fascination that makes you want to dip your tongue inside of you and taste. But you don't, not before you have given another full pump to Oliver's cock and feel him slump against the bed post.

"Was that your first handjob?"

You nod, not able to fight the blushing, not the fact that you've nearly cum yourself watching him.

"I surely hope it won't be the last then," he adds, cheeky, as he kisses you fully, tongue wiping your internal walls, and then helps you clean up his own mess. The smell of Oliver lingers longer you'd like to admit.

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[saetoru]

oliver is experienced, kind of a fuck boy we already know but i want to be the one who tames him ❣️❣️ pussy so good it changes his life jdndkfnckndkdnf

FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING — OLIVER AIKU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ oliver aiku x reader — 1.2k words — for the first time ever, oliver wants to stay

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, fwb! oliver, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby + princess), slightly angst ending idk

— notes ⋮ u right nonnie, pussy so powerful he becomes a lover boy 😍

oliver can’t remember the last time he’s felt like this—in fact, he thinks this might be the first. there’s something about the way you cling to him, he thinks, something about the way you wrap those arms around his neck and pull him in so close, he can feel the thrum of your heart right against his. and maybe, if he was a cliche man, he’d almost think your hearts beat in sync.

like right now, for example—he’s pretty sure his heart is lodged in his throat as he stares down at you, watching the way your face morphs with pleasure. he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, doesn’t understand why his face buries into the crook of your neck or why his lips press those heated kisses along your skin. his hands are shaky, just barely perched on your hips as he rolls his into you, almost afraid to grasp you too roughly in case you disappear.

“f-fuck,” he rasps, voice gravelly against your ear, soft pants fanning against the skin and making you shiver. “fuck, baby…f-feel so good.”

“‘m close,” you whine, and he wonders if your voice has always been this dangerous—drawing him in to his doom like a siren calls to her victims. oliver thinks he’d let you, he thinks he’d let you end him here and now if you want, so long as he gets to fall right here in your arms.

“yeah?” he breathes, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw, nipping at the skin as his cock slides past your drenched folds, hitting deep against your spot with every roll of his hips. “you close? ‘m close too, princess. you wanna cum with me, huh?”

“yeah,” you gasp softly, nodding sweetly as you wrap those arms around his neck again, the weight so perfect against him. you fit so perfect against him, it’s something he’s never taken the time to notice about anyone before.

oliver aiku has never felt this way before—and something tells him you’re about to ruin his life.

he’s used to fucking around—he’s used to the pretty tears and choked sobs of girls he leaves behind, the heartbreak reflecting along the streams of their cheeks. and he thinks you’ll be the same, thinks you’ll plead him to stay as he moves onto the next. but you don’t—you let him come and go as he pleases, like he’s another option on your list that doesn’t matter. at first he thinks it’s his pride that’s wounded—later, he realizes it’s his heart.

it doesn’t sit right with him, being just another option on a lonely night. it leaves an acrid taste on his tongue as he thinks about how another set of hands might meet your waist or how another pair of lips might press against your skin. he can’t stop himself from thinking about you as he jogs in the mornings, or as he takes breaks between practice, or even has he blocks a goal during a game. it shocks him the first time—makes him do a double take as he realizes he’s searching for you in the crowd as he hears the cheers of his name.

oliver aiku has never felt this way before—in love and down so bad, it makes the tips of his fingers shake.

it’s funny, he thinks, almost like the universe is mocking him as the one person he takes an interest in seems so indifferent to his presence. you don’t beg him to stay in the mornings, and you don’t try desperately to hang off his arm. there’s something ruthless about that—something cruel about how you don’t let him keep you by his side.

“so fuckin’ tight,” he moans, hips rolling into your cunt sloppily as he chases his nearing high, “god—‘s like you were made for me, yeah? like this pussy was made for me.”

“d-don’t get a big head,” you stutter, whimpering as his thumb rolls over your clit.

there’s a clench in his heart at your words—like a rejection of its own that you don’t think he fits into you like he seems to believe. something in him makes him ache to get you to admit he does, desperate to hear you mumble about how you’ve never had someone like him, how you need him, how you want him to stay.

he thinks he’ll stay if you ask, thinks he’ll let you keep him and make him yours if you just tell him to stay.

but you don’t. you don’t seem to care about him that much, don’t seem to bat a lash his way once he’s had his fill of you. he’s attractive, you can admit that much—but nothing about oliver aiku makes you want to keep him, and the thought makes his throat feel dry and hard to swallow.

“you don’t think so, princess?” he grins down at you, but if you look closer, you might just see the hurt in his bicolored eyes—you might just see the heartbreak pooling in his irises.

“fuck—more, oliver,” you whine, back arching up as you roll your hips to meet his thrusts, feeling his skin slap against yours as the blunt head of his cock kisses your sweet spot perfectly. you mewl as he speeds his pace up, clinging to his body as his girth splits you open and his balls clap against your ass. “‘m gonna…gonna cum,” you sob.

“then cum for me, baby,” he whispers, and before he can even think, he’s pressing his lips against yours. he doesn’t do this—he never does, never kisses anyone he beds so intimately. but you kiss him back, and it’s cruel the way you let him have his way only to brush him off as soon as he’s done. “fuck—i w-wanna feel you, kay? cum with me.”

“‘m cumming,” you cry, and you do—coming undone hard on his cock and clenching around him tight enough his head spins, tight enough that he doesn’t think as he babbles away his next words.

“that’s it,” he groans, “fuck you feel so good—love this pussy…love you.” he’s spilling his cum into you as soon as the words fall off his tongue, ragged breaths meeting the crook of your neck as he trembles over your body, hips rolling sloppy and desperate as his cock twitches with every thick rope of cum. “fuck, fuck—‘s good, so good,” he chants, letting out a soft whimper as your walls clamp around him as fucks himself through his high.

it’s silent for a bit, just the harsh pants as you both catch your breaths filling the quiet room, the weight of his words clinging to the heavy air and lingering over your heads.

“you say a lot of things you don’t mean when you get your dick wet, don’t you?” you finally break the silence and murmur as he collapses onto your body when he finishes, and the words are like knives against his skin, carving deep gashes that bleed onto you as he lays over your figure.

he wonders if that’s what it’ll take for you to believe him, if he has to bleed out in your arms for you to finally take him seriously.

“who says i don’t mean what i said?” he chuckles, but it’s watery, a little choked as his head tucks under your chin and sinks into your chest.

“i know how guys like you are,” you hum—and because you’re cruel, you thread your fingers into his damp hair, scratching at his scalp as you deliver the words that shatter his heart. “i know this isn’t gonna go anywhere.”

and somehow, without even trying, you’ve got oliver aiku wrapped tightly around your fingers—and he thinks it’s a cruel twist of fate that you don’t even want him there.

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[lovelywetdreamer]

Late Night Dirty Thought: Felix would be giving you a backshot. Your head is pressed against a pillow and Felix can't help but be enchanted by how his dick disappeared so easily in your tiny hole. Neither of you would suspect that Oliver snuck himself under Felix's bed. Oliver is biting his lips so hard that it is drying blood while he is getting himself up to smell of sex of Felix and the moan and groans escapes Felix's lip. Oliver would not cum yet until Felix empty himself inside your hole. Oliver wanted to cum at the same of Felix.

After watching Saltburn, I can't helped but to be scared but entertained myself to writes about crazy nasty Oliver.

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[hiddenlife-manager]

Oliver Aiku Oral

Oliver Aiku x Fem Reader

Extra: Rough, gagging, facial, cum, fingering, moaning, recording, Oliver slight praise, honestly could be gender neutral if you chose to ignore cunt and clit, and more

Authors Notes: Hello I am so happy to post this because dude I am on my knees for this man. Have been for time and been trying to figure out how to write it.

Your mouth was wrapped around his length as drool began to dribble down to his balls. The sounds of grunts echoed through the living room. Your one hand was placed at the base of his length as another gently rubbed against your clit. Moans vibrated against him as his head was thrown back.

"Baby, you’re so good at this." He groaned while reaching for his phone. You cried out, shoving a finger into your hole. You were dripping wet as you heard the little pet name he gave you. His hands shook as he went onto his camera and recorded a video of you.

Your mouth raised up, leaving a pop to echo through the heated room. You began to lick at the tip of his cock, teasing him. You glanced up to see him recording you. You lowered your head down to the base of his cock, licking it gently. His fluffy black hair stuck to his face, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

“Ah- Oliver I need you in me.” You whimpered tears dripping down your cheek, prompting a chuckle to leave his lips.

“Not yet baby.” You curled your fingers in your hole as you raised your head up with your tongue out. You licked at his cock and finally brought him down into your mouth again. You shoved him deep into your mouth, hitting him against the back of your throat. You gaged while his hand grabbed the back of your head, keeping you down on his cock. You continued to shove fingers into your cunt, your slick dripping onto his carpet.

It became harder to breathe with his cock in your mouth and his phone close to your face, showing how you were nothing but his cock sleeve. You removed your finger from your cunt, a moan ripping through you while he pulled your head off his cock. He shoved you back down, and you grabbed at his thighs to push away while he thrust into your mouth. Your fingers are covered in slick dripping down his thigh.

"I’m so close, baby." He groaned while thrusting up into your drooling mess of a mouth. "You’re gonna take it right, baby!" You hummed his cock, causing you to gag. He pulled your head up and held the camera close to your face. He removed his hand from your head and found its place at the base of his cock. He began to jerk himself off, his phone right on your face while you opened your mouth.

His hands went at a fast pace, his grunts echoing through the room. Eventually, with one last jerk of his cock, lines of his cum came out, hitting your face while some entered your mouth. You went up to his cock, licking up the cum.

"You look so pretty, baby." He groaned as he felt himself becoming extremely sensitive to you licking him up. He held the phone to your messed-up face. Oh, how he was going to watch this video over and over.

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[satrs]

anything to do with professor rin or oliver omg im having brainrot rn🤲 (btw i luv ur works :3)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎Hihi nonnie >-<! I'm rlly flattered you like my stuff and OH MY GYATTTTT THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA BRRRRRRR I never thought I needed professor oliver so bad until now ERORR§$)))§ Maybe I'll do Rin sometime tooo >-<

𝕋𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; your professor Aiku was meaning to help you with your stuggling lessons. And he already had an idea how to.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; professor!oliver aiku x college student!fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.7k

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! nicknames(good girl ,dirty girl once, bonny girl). doggy. pussyjob(?). dirtytalk. creampie(?).

𝔸𝕃𝕃 ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝟙𝟠+!

"So, Mrs. Y/N."

The mention of your name caused you to tense up, stiffening in your seat as you felt heterochromic orbs stare right at you.

You didn't dare to utter a word, only briefly looking up at the man seated infront of you before your gaze returned back to your thighs, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your flimsy skirt.

"You're failing your classes. If you won't get them back up or get a tutor of some sorts," you would drop out. it was already clear what he would say, your heart almost stopping in your chest.

You felt your eyes sting as you thought about the horrible outcome you so desperately tried to prevent, big orbs staring up at your professor whose lips formed into a thin line in empathy.

Finally, you managed to part your lips, quiet words ringing in Oliver's ears. "I- I don't think I could afford a tutor. But I really can not drop out. I need this, Mr. Aiku."

He leaned back in his seat, staring at your through his lashes as his gaze continued to linger on your face, briefly landing on your almost transparent blouse, getting a glimpse of your bra. He huffed out a breath in thought, eyes wandering around the office.

Your eyes nervously stayed glued on your skirt, heart beating in your chest at the uncomfortable silence.

"I can help you." This caused you to quickly stare up at the man, look of disbelief on your face. "I'm serious. You know, you're a-" he slyly took a peek at your bra again before lightly clearing his throat and returning his gaze back to your face. "a really dear student of mine."

Your brows slightly furrowed at his behavior, taking a glance at your blouse yourself as you noticed how visible your bra was, growing embarrassed as you tried to hide it with your crossed arms, heat shooting up your face.

His gaze was glued to your mesmerizing face, smirk adoring his features at your pathetic attempt. "Oh Y/N." The sound of his voice made you form your lips into a thin line, biting your cheek from the inside in a nervous manner. "There's no need to be shy. It's just you and me."

This was exactly the problem. Alone in the office with your professor- the professor who was quite popular with his students- especially his female ones. There was never even one day where he wasn't the topic of the day among the girls, dreaming and gawking at his handsome self, some even obviously flirting with him.

He loved the attention, he loved it all. But it just wasn't enough for him. He knew that every single girl he taught was head over heels for him or at least found him handsome, including you. But you were the only one among them who didn't try anything with him or flirt with him. This pissed him off, but also made him take a liking to you.

"So, what do you say?"

His piercing gaze made you shift in your seat. You had no other choice, did you? “Alright. When should I meet you-“

“What about now?” Your brows furrowed at his words, looking at him in confusion. He returned you a chuckle, leaning forward and placing a hand on the desk. “What about now? I’m free, you’re free, so let’s start with the lesson now.”

He let a smirk play on his face as he noticed your crossed arms falling to your sides, shamelessly gawking at your exposed bra. “Maybe we could start with the last test you failed, hm?”

You noticed his shameless stare, heat shooting up your face. Deciding to play right into his little game, you pushed out your chest a bit, breasts now mere inches away from your professor's grasp. “What do you have in mind, professor?”

He hummed in contentment at your action, orbs staring up at your face as he poked the inside of his cheek. He remained silent, hand reaching for his papers until he found your test, the grade ‘F’ in bright red written on it.

His finger pointed to the mark, eyes looking at you through his raven bangs. “We could arrange that to a better grade. If you put in effort in my tutoring, that is.”

You bit your lip, eyes shifting to the door to recognize any possible voices or footsteps, doubt filling you at the last second. “Is it even legal to-“

“Bend over.”

Your perplexed expression caused the man to playfully click his tongue, getting up from his chair. “Oh dear, dear Y/N.” His fingers glide along the wooden table, making his way around to where you sat.

His hand let go right as he reached your nervous form, placing it behind you an the edge of your chair. “Don't you think it's time to drop that innocent act by now? Hm?" This made your lips form into a thin line, eyes flickering frantically around, hot breath of the man right at the back of your neck, goosebumps adoring your skin as he whispered against your neck. "Be a good girl and do what I told you, yeah?"

With his next shallow breath, his hand found comfort on your back, soothingly stroking it, smirking in victory as he noticed your form slowly standing up, hands placed on the wooden table as you stared back at him in your embarrassing position.

"That's not bending over, is it?" You wanted to slap him across the face for his teasing tone, huffing out a breath as you leaned in more, slightly arching your back, flashing your panties in the process.

Oliver's tongue swiped across his lips as he caught a glimpse of your flimsy panties, leaning forward until his lips were mere inches away from your ear, a quick peak to your temple causing you to yelp in surprise. "There you go."

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt his rough fingers glide down your spine until they halted right above your waistline, tenderly unzipping your skirt, it soon falling to the ground and leaving you exposed to the cold air.

Your shiver made the man lightly chuckle, hand comfortably placed on your ass, fully neglecting his previous movements as his attention was back on the paper in front of you. " Let's go over the test properly."

You remained silent, back slightly arching more in need, shaking your head in protest. He put away a strand of hair from your face, tapping your cheek in a cooing manner. "Cat caught your tongue?"

Your frustrated groan was followed by a wiggle of your hips, leaving your professor rock-hard in his pants. "Aren't you a handful." You shot him a glare, desperately wanting him to continue his previous actions. But before you could protest, your words were cut off by a pleased sigh when his index and middle finger pushed your panties to the side, gliding in the wetness of your folds.

His thumb soon landed on your clit, drawing firm circles on the bundle of nerves as sighs and low moans escaped your lips. "Focus or I'm going to stop." You bit your lip in excitement as you heard him fiddling with his pants, hand now resting on your rear.

Your face contorted in an attempt to concentrate, failing to do so when you suddenly felt his angry tip on your folds, gathering your wetness on it.

"Mr Aiku, please." Your hand tightly gripped the edge of the table as he repeatedly teased you with his tip, slightly entering you before going back to swipe along your folds.

His breathing turned ragged at the feeling of your wet folds, succumbing to his desires as he bottomed out into you in one swift motion, whine escaping your lips as your eyes screwed shut again.

His firm hand was back on the back of your neck again, lifting you by it and pressing your back against his chest as he began to move his hips. Your back arched more into his touch at every move of his hips, his tip hitting that spongey spot inside of you over and over again. "Yesyesyes!"

He tried to hush you, hand covering your mouth as muffled moans managed to escape his palm, other hand fondling your tits through the fabric. He groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock, hot breath tickling your ear. "What was your mistake at Task A?" His voice was low and stuttery, low moans flying past his lips at the amazing feeling of your needy cunt milking his length.

You whined in return, lips stuttering as his hand left your mouth. "I d-didn't calculate the cause of- fuck!" Your loud sounds made you bite your lip in an attempt to drown them, hand flying between your legs to rub your clit as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.

"God. Screw this shit." He quickly pressed you down onto the table, movement increasing as he felt himself nearing his limit too, leaving your mouth hanging open as drool escaped the corner of your mouth.

"Cunt s' made for me. So fuckin' tight." His other hand came in harsh contact with your ass, painting the flesh in a bright red. "You like this, don't you? Getting fucked by your professor. What a dirty girl you are."

You could only whine in return, pressing your forehead against the dark wood as your orgasm washed over your body, eyes rolling to the back of your head and thighs shaking at the intensity.

The tight grip your walls had around his cock was all it took for him to follow you, burying himself deep inside of you as he painted your walls with his hot cum.

You felt numb as you came down from your high, whining in protest as Oliver pulled out of you, legs growing weak. "Such a pretty girl. Felt good, yes?" You mindlessly nodded your head, observing the man behind you as he plunged some of the leaking sperm back into your abused cunt, pulling the thin fabric of your panties back over your folds.

"You did so well, pretty. I don't think you'll drop out anytime soon."

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[sanjisblackasswife]

𝕆𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔸𝕚𝕜𝕦 ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Unfortunately you had to teach him what that even was. Thats if you had the patience for him. He didn’t necessarily fall straight asleep after sex, but he wanted you to cockwarm him all night. Now if you’re up for that then you’re good to go, no problems, but every girl deserves excellent aftercare so after talking to him about it he struggles to understand a little the point of it but after a few trial and errors he is more anticipating on aftercare with you. He loves laying naked, catching his breath, and feeling all over you after sex. He takes a few moments of silence before he slowly gets up, slaps your ass and says “Alright let’s take a shower together.” If he’s feeling nice he’ll pick you up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

You: He gives off tiddy/thigh man. He cannot stop staring at them when they are exposed. Even if you’re wearing a shirt that covers your breast and you have spillage under the bra he is infatuated with your breast. He loves rutting against your thighs at night. He holds you from behind and some nights when you both haven’t had sex in a while and just ruts into your thighs which leads to him pulling his dick out and thigh fucking you from behind

Him: His legs, he knows he is the best at being a striker, he puts pride into working out and he notices how you gawk at his meaty thighs anyways.

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

Messy boy. No shame. He loves filling you up, but pulling out to finish on your pretty sensitive pussy makes him want to take pictures so badly. He will always hum about how sexy your pussy is to him, sometimes he even pushes back your thighs and cleans you up just to get one more taste.

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

He wants to make a Twitter with you. Completely faceless Twitter videos that is. He’s on it almost daily and he swears up and down you both can create way better videos to make, plus the thought of people getting off to fucking you or eating your pussy gets him riled up. He wants to ask you one day but he fears you may get upset. But hopefully you can say yes to recording a video private videos with him?

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

He had his fair share of women before you, that doesn’t make him good. He wasn’t that great when you both became exclusive and started having sex. He was constantly rough, bare did any foreplay, snd only cared about himself. Now though after explaining to him that you in fact CAN have better sex by taking his time, he has improved vastly. His demeanor changed so much he is almosta different person when it comes to sex.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl: Is a FEIND for it. Seeing your ass bounce in front of him as he smokes with hand arm behind his head will always be his favorite. He sometimes gives your ass a firm smack of appreciation with a lewd comment about your pussy taking him so well.

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

He can definitely have his unserious moments. He loves talking dirty but he always ends up sounding like a smartass leaving you both in a bantering giggle.

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

Hairy boi. Not like completely too much where it’s like a jungle, but If you want it trimmed he would just let you do it. (He wants another reason for you to touch his dick)

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

He isn’t a traditional romantic. For an example. He once wrote “Let me eat that pussy” in rose petals on your bed when you came home from work. Either than that the most romantic he’s been was giving you a massage that ended up with him giving your backshots about 10 minutes in after he “accidentally “ slipped his finger in your pussy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Daily. Less when he got with you, but it’s still every other day he usually only does it when you’re not home and to send you a photo, but if you are home he likes for you to watch him…maybe even join.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionist, Dacryphilia, Roleplay, Somno, Praise, Degrading, Breath play, Forcing and Orgasm

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is where he is most comfortable but nothing screams fun like doing it in a locker room 15 minutes before his team comes walking in. He still haven’t been caught but even if he did he doesn’t care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you get mad at him. He’s a pervert and a weirdo he gets a certain smirk creeping from his face when he sees you cursing him out. A few times he has just kissed you mid argument, managing to suck in your tongue, even if you push him off he continues to try to rut into you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Whatever your no’s are his as well. He’s an open minded guy. He doesn’t mind doing at least one new thing with you each time you have sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

When you taught him foreplay you also taught him how to eat your pussy and….damn. You created a pervert. Oliver loves eat your pussy even if hes already inside you, he’ll stop to flip you on your back and continue licking you. He doesn’t understand why yous pussy feels so good against both his dick AND tongue but he isnt complaining.

Oliver loves you with all his heart. He does, but he lives your throat even more. He always tries to take control of you by face fucking you when you suck his dick. He doesn’t have any shame. However his groans and moans of your name make it worth it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Now that he’s trained he goes the pace YOU want. He always ask “slow or fast” against your lips before hand as he slides his way in side you. Usually when you’re riding first though he wants it fast.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickie King. Loves em. It’s just foreplay for him, really until he takes you home and finishes what he starts.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He takes risks everyday when he fucks you, it’s damn near scary how much he is willing to do for your pussy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Realistically about 3 rounds max with breaks. Average time of a night full of sex is aboutt 45 minutes to an hour and that’s not including foreplay.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns vibrator he let you use on him, He whined like a slut for how much your edges him and to this day he wants to take out his revenge on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is part of his foreplay, seeing your squirm, seeing your whine his name when he’s edging you, or even barely touching you, but whispering in your ear how much he wants to fuck you when you both are in a public area. It gets him off.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a whiner and a groaner. You only heard him whimper a few times but overall he is a brat that loves to he tamed so if he isnt groaning your name he’ll be talking shit, don’t worry, just clamp down on him and he’ll be whining all over again.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is part Mexican and sometimes speaks Spanglish when he’s happy/feeling flirty

He loves watching rom coms with you, he swears it’s for YOUR entertainment but you always question that when he continues talking about how Brad cheating on Lydia was wrong even AFTER the movie ended

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Curved, 6.7 inch, cut, veiny, light brown and fleshy pink dick. He prides himself on it, and yes it’s as pretty as him. (He calls it Lil Oli)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Higher than a kite. He has sex with you about 5-6 times a week and that’s if he isn’t out traveling. If he is them expect ft calls every night for a mutual masturbation session.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You both end up slowly passing out after sex after some aftercare. A few whispers of appreciation from him and “i love yous” while he brushes his fingers on your eyes so you can fall asleep with him and he’s out like a light.

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[astr0exe]

hear me out, male reader and oliver quick 😤 oliver quick being his usual controlling self even when it comes to the bedroom AAKAKAKAKAKAKAKKAK and reader just loving every second of it, no matter all the teasing and overstim <3

dom!oliver is so fucking yummy lols !! love saltburn sgsksbsndsj also loved writing this sorry its taken me so long ml <3 HOPE U LIKE IT 🩶🫶🏻

// CW : tm!reader , overstim , controlling!oliver , choking , subspace (??) , weird ending 😭 (there is aftercare!!)

Oliver was known for being, creepy, manipulative and dominating. His whole being controlled you completely and you loved every second. You didn’t have to think, to make decisions. No, you were too cute to use your brain, happily letting Oliver do all the stressful stuff for you. He was always like this, his hand constantly touching you. Firm on your back, holding your hand or gripping your thigh through your pants.

He was especially dominating during sex, his fingers abusing your insides and your cock. Jackhammering his thick digits into you until your legs try to close as they shake and you squeal loudly, your eyes rolling back. He would always coax at least two orgasms from you so you are soft and pliable for him when he fucks you. Your brain fuzzy and muddled from the delirious pleasure he makes you feel. His hand on your neck holding you down, making him feel powerful and in control. You can see it in his eyes, even through your hazy mind, the way he stares down at you as if you are his prey. His toy.

You’re nearly unconscious by the time Oliver decides to finally give you the cock you have been being for incoherently. He is merciless with his pace, shoving his thick cock into your sore cunt with no remorse. His hips making a loud noise against yours but it’s barely heard due to the obscene noises of your obviously soaking hole. Your moans are mere whispers, your throat hoarse, even more so with the grip on your neck Oliver has. His groans are loud and his hips unwavering as he forces yet another orgasm out of you. Tearing it from your being as cum with a strangled noise.

His low laugh is audible, laughing at your disheveled state, wondering how you are going to explain to your best friend, Farleigh, why you look so… broken. But so delectable. His cock is deep in you as he teases your cock, urging you to cum again… And you do, your whole body quivering from pure overstimulation as your legs close around Oliver’s waist. His orgasm follows on closely his cum painting your stomach as you pant and huff, begging for any air Oliver may allow you.

He gets off you, throwing some tissues onto the bed and getting dressed, you eyes are clouded as you see him leave, your state of mind completely shattered as you can’t gather yourself or your thoughts. But he comes back, as he always promises he does. In his hands are some chocolate, a crunchie. And a water bottle, cold with condensation on the bottle which he pushes onto your neck mischievously.

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[nxuvillette]

content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, car sex, best friend!oliver, use of pet names (baby), very short thirst hehe.

thinking about oliver aiku being your best friend. you both met as kids and have been inseparable since, but when you both grew up there was always this tension that only got bigger. your family knew him well, your friends too, and you thought it was just strictly a platonic relationship.

but that all changed when you both became adults and slept together at a party. oliver thought you looked so sexy in your tight black dress that showed off everything he loved about you. he’d have you in the backseat of his car with your tits bouncing in his face. his hands would be squeezing and groping your body while his cock bullied your walls.

“fuck, i can’t get enough of you, baby. i wanna fuck you like this all day..” oliver cooed into your ear.

he’d make you see stars with his fat cock. it stretched you out so nicely and you could feel that vein dragging along your gummy walls. he was too good to you. he was everything you ever wanted in a man.

but you’re just friends, right?

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