#don't crucify me i barely know him but he makes my life miserable

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Oliver Aiku x reader. a continuation of this

You know it's him before you even look at the notification on your phone.

you up?

You roll your eyes. He knows damn well you're still at the bar, nursing the dregs of a drink you ordered an hour ago. You leave him on read and go to the bathroom, touch up your hair a little, take an extra long, leisurely piss, and order a fresh drink.

i know youre there

need some company ?

it's cold out. come over

we can smoke if u want

who is this?, you reply.

aww don't play now

wyd?

There's a desperate, attention-seeking air to his messages tonight, one you aren't quite sure what to do with. It's been a couple of months since you last hooked up with him, and you figured he'd deleted your number by now, considering he's been with at least two other women that you know of. And yeah- the sex you had with him was incredible. He's sexy. He's confident. He's smart and cunning and knows exactly what he has to offer, and he's really fucking good at presenting it in such a way that's impossible to resist. He knows it, and he uses his charm to get whatever (whoever) he wants.

Oliver Aiku doesn't take no for an answer. He's never had to.

You type and erase, type and erase. In his apartment a few blocks away, Oliver scrubs his hand down his face while watching the text bubbles stop and start.

drinking

deleting your number

why don't you come and find out for yourself?

what are YOU doing?

He barks out a laugh. If that's how you want to play it, he can play, too.

I'd like to be doing you

Come over

You draw in an unsteady breath and purse your lips around the exhale. You want him. You're glad he apparently didn't take lipstick girl home, but you also want to maintain whatever shred of dignity you have left and not go jumping on his dick just because he's texting you for the first time in over a month. The truth is you haven't been able to shake him.

He'd never admit it, but Oliver hasn't been able to shake you, either.

can't tonight, you lie. i have a date

bullshit. it's like 1 in the morning

i saw you at the bar. u still there?

omw home

wanna take a detour? i live close

The rest of your drink goes down easy and warms you from the inside out. You wipe the back of your hand over your mouth and squint at your screen before sending off a reply.

not tonight

You gather your coat and track down your friend, who's been sucking face for the better part of the last hour with her own flavor of the week. She's reluctant to go, but you promise to buy her coffee and a waffle at the diner down the street, and she quickly changes her tune. Your phone vibrates several more times in the confines of your coat pocket, but you ignore each text that comes through.

For the first weekend in recent memory, Oliver goes to bed alone, stroking his cock to the thought of you until he's so frustrated that it isn't you that he can't get off.