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mochi-mika · 5 months ago

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october 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi

content warnings - thigh riding, slight degradation, swearing

MDNI!

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“You know, you could at least…shit- pay attention to me a little,” you scoffed, frustration lacing your voice as you pressed yourself against his thigh. The heat radiating from his skin felt electric against yours, and you craved any friction you could get. The unrelenting coil in your stomach twisted tighter, a mix of irritation and desire simmering just beneath the surface.

Toji, completely unfazed, flipped through the channels on the TV, the bright flickering lights casting soft shadows across his face. Each change in the screen seemed to pull him further away from you, his focus unwavering and indifferent to your plight. “Maybe if you weren’t such a little bitch earlier, I would pay attention to you,” he mumbled, his eyes still glued to the glowing flat screen on the wall.

The sound of his voice was low and gravelly, barely breaking the rhythmic click of the remote. You whined at his response, a frustrated sound that echoed in the quiet room, but you couldn’t help yourself. You continued to grind against him, the soft fabric of your clothes brushing against his leg with desperate need within you.

Every movement sent a jolt of sensation through you, a tantalizing reminder of the tension building in your core. You could feel your arousal pooling on his thigh, an undeniable mix of embarrassment and longing. The room was filled with the faint hum of the television, but all you could focus on was the way his body felt beneath yours, solid and unyielding, yet impossibly close, teasing you with the promise of attention you so desperately craved.

“Can you really ignore me when I'm literally begging for your attention?” you asked, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. The plea hung in the air, thick with tension, but Toji remained unfazed, his casual demeanor unwavering. He shifted slightly, the movement causing your heart to race, but his gaze stayed glued to the screen, flickering images reflecting in his dark eyes. You could feel the warmth radiating from his thigh, a tantalizing contrast to the cool air of the room, and it only intensified the longing pooling deep within you.

“Begging?” he replied, his tone dripped with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re just making it harder for yourself.” You bit your lip, the frustration bubbling over into something more primal. The coil in your stomach tightened, sending waves of heat coursing through you. You felt the urge to reach out, to pull him into your world, to break through the wall of indifference he had built around himself. But with every passing moment, it became clearer that he relished the way you squirmed, the way you craved his attention while he acted like you were just another channel on his TV.

“Seriously?” you huffed, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with irritation and need. You opened your eyes, locking onto his profile, searching for a flicker of acknowledgment. But Toji’s focus remained unwavering, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the remote as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

You leaned in closer, shifting your weight to intensify the friction, your breath hitching as you pressed against him. “I’m not going to just sit here and let you ignore me,” you murmured, a challenge in your voice.

He finally turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth quirking up just enough to let you know he was aware of your struggle, yet still so nonchalant. “You could try a little harder,” he teased, his voice smooth and casual, as if the entire situation was nothing more than a passing thought.

oliver aiku

“I don’t remember saying you could use your hands, slut.” Oliver smirked as he watched you struggle to ride his thigh without any support. He was enjoying this, as usual. Soft whines and moans escaped you, your eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the rough surface of his sweatpants covered thigh.

Suddenly, a ‘click’ pierced the air. You opened your eyes to see his holding his phone in front of you, taking a picture of your demeaning position. “What are you—” you started to protest, but he cut you off with a playful grin. “What? I’m just taking a little keepsake to remember you by.” He chuckled, the sound light and teasing, before locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. “I’ve got to keep pictures of all my girls; otherwise, I might just forget who’s who.”

With a casual shrug, he shifted his focus back to you, his hands finding their way to your hips. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as he nudged you to move again. The mixture of excitement and unease coursed through you, leaving you torn between wanting to resist and the thrill of his attention. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, a reminder of the connection that lingered between you.

“Don’t stop now,” he said, feigning disappointment and pouting in a way that was almost comical. “I’ve got a whole hour before I get to hook up with Stacy.” His words hung in the air, and as he guided you back into a rhythm, you struggled to concentrate on what he was saying. The way his sweatpants brushed against your panty-clad mound sent waves of sensation through you, making it increasingly difficult to think straight.

“Who’s S-Stacy?” you stammered, the name slipping out before you could fully process it. A mixture of curiosity and unease bubbled within you, threatening to pull your focus away from the moment. Your heart raced as you felt yourself nearing the edge of something intense, caught between the thrill of the connection you shared and the nagging thought of the girl he mentioned.

He smirked at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you. “Oh, just some girl I dm'd on Instagram. She got some new tits I wanna try out,” he replied nonchalantly, as if the casual mention of another girl didn’t send a jolt of insecurity through you. The tension in the air thickened, and you felt the dichotomy of excitement and jealousy swirling within you, making every fleeting moment even more intoxicating.

"You didn't seriously think you were the only one, did you?" he raised a brow, his tone laced with mock surprise. The playful glint in his eyes did little to ease the knot forming in your stomach. You hesitated, searching for the right words, but they eluded you. The realization hit hard, twisting your emotions into a tangled mess. “I—I didn’t know,” you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Oh, come on. It’s all part of the fun. Keeps things interesting, don’t you think?” His words dripped with a confidence that both intrigued and unsettled you. As he spoke, your mind raced, grappling with the implications of what he was saying. The thrill of the moment felt tainted by the truth of his casual nonchalance. “So, what do you want from me?” you asked, your heart pounding as you stared into his eyes, trying to gauge his intentions.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Just a little excitement. A little distraction. Nothing too serious.” He lightly patted your hip, igniting sparks of electricity that both captivated and confused you. “Is that all I am to you?” you questioned, feeling vulnerable yet daring to challenge him.

He paused, the smirk fading slightly as he tried to find words that would sound sincere. “You’re more than just a passing moment. But let’s not complicate things. We can enjoy this for what it is.” He spoke as he forced you to move again.

hajime iwaizumi

“You sure that feels good?” Iwaizumi asked, his voice low and attentive, eyes glazing over as he watched you rub against his leg. The warmth radiating from his skin felt like an inviting heat, drawing you in deeper as you sought out the friction that had you on edge. Each subtle movement sent a ripple of sensation coursing through you, blending desire with desperation, and you couldn't help but whimper softly.

You nodded, biting your lip as you leaned closer, the fabric of your clothes brushing against his. The cotton of your shirt clung to your skin, damp with a mixture of heat and anticipation. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, but the glow from the nearby lamp cast a soft light on his features, highlighting the intensity in his gaze. You could feel his breath, warm and steady, brushing against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yeah? You like that?” he pressed, his tone shifting, a hint of teasing lacing his words. There was a spark in his eyes now, a flicker of interest that ignited something deeper within you. You could sense the shift in the atmosphere, the way tension crackled like static electricity in the air.

“More than you know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing. You shifted your weight, pressing your body against him more insistently, the contact igniting a fire in your belly. The heavy scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of the evening air that slipped through the window, creating a heady combination that made your pulse race.

As you continued to rock against his thigh, you felt the muscles flex beneath you, strong and unyielding, every movement echoing the desire that was building inside you. Iwaizumi's breath hitched slightly, and you caught the briefest glimpse of surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn't quite expected your boldness.

“Is that so?” he mused, his voice low and teasing, but there was an undeniable edge of curiosity laced within it. You could see the way his gaze flicked down, drinking in the sight of you, and it sent a rush of heat flooding your cheeks.

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saetiate · 3 months ago

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itoshi sae x f!reader tags: afab reader with she/her pronouns, jealous!sae, oliver aiku causes drama, oral f!receiving, hand around throat but not really choking wc: 1.6k

There are very few events you go to with Sae, few that he bothers to attend himself at all. It’s the first thing Oliver notices about you, that out of all the partners to his colleagues, you’re the one he’s seen the least of.

The second thing he notices is that even when you’re there, Sae barely speaks a word to you.

He wouldn’t think you minded if he wasn’t really looking. You’re kind and sweet as you make your rounds to the other players and their partners, much better at small talk and remembering things about people (how’s the new dog? Giving you any trouble? A new house! Let me know your address so we can send you a gift.) than Sae has ever been in his experience. But you’re careful to always keep Sae in your line of sight, like you’re always looking to him for something. Approval, or attention, or something that’s sort of like both.

Sae has his back to you, clearly begrudgingly involved in a conversation with Shidou’s arm resting on his shoulder. This is the first thing Oliver makes sure of before he approaches you when you’re alone at the bar.

“It’s been so long,” he comments as he slides in next to you. He makes it sound casual, smiles sweetly, and you respond so easily in turn.

“Aiku-san! It has, hasn’t it?” you immediately perk up at him, and it’s something he can’t help but find quite adoring. You’re quick to ask him about his life, and he lets you play for a bit until he decides he wants to pay it no mind.

“Sae doesn’t really stay with you at these things, does he?”

His voice almost sounds full of pity, it shocks you with how direct it is.

“Ah! Well- we spend a lot of time together, so it makes sense that he wants to spend time with his friends at these things. They’re a crowd! So he’s busy with them, you know?”

You smile nervously, and it’s that little feeling again that gets to Oliver – like you’re waiting for a validating response.

He could give that to you. But you’d have to give him something first.

Oliver taps the rim of his glass, condensation running down. “Mm. And is he busy a lot?”

“I…”

It’s at this moment that you begin to realize how close he is to you. In the hesitation, he cups one side of your face with his hand, your jaw in his palm and his fingers grazing over your cheek. You’re frozen, staring at him in shock. You’ve been Sae’s for so long, when’s the last time anyone has had the nerve to put their hands on you? His hand moves down to your neck-

Sae is quick to replace Oliver’s hand, wrapping his hand around your neck fully, gently and yet without the constraint or tentativeness Oliver had. You can feel the warm of his body behind you as he pulls you in, so close you can smell his cologne.

He’s got his characteristic neutral, nonchalant face on, save for one quirked eyebrow in Oliver's direction. But Oliver knows, he’s seen Sae on the field-

This is Sae when he’s pissed.

“Happy to have you join us.” Oliver smiles, but this time it’s something a little more wicked. He knew he would come fetch you at some point, but he didn’t think it’d be this fast, that he’d notice this soon.

“You think this is some type of game?” If Sae was a lesser man, the sentence would’ve been spat in Oliver's face. It’s a near thing.

“Ha? Women are never a game.” Oliver pushes his weight off the counter, walks past Sae with a shrug. “Just didn’t think you liked her that much.”

Sae clicks his teeth, looking like he swallowed something unpleasant. He squeezes your neck a little tighter.

“Let’s go. I’m sick of this.”

“Sae-san, I-”

“Quiet.”

It’s not said aggressively, not like a command, but he still watches the way you go silent immediately in the elevator down. Even though you want so desperately to say something, to make things right. You are good to him. He knows it too.

“Oliver likes to mess around,” he sighs, one hand rifling through his hair, an air of exasperation. You don’t entirely get it, but it’s as close to it’s not your fault as it gets with him.

It’s in the silence of the car, darkness illuminated only by headlights and traffic lights, that Sae finally allows you to speak.

“Do you think I don’t like you enough?”

Your eyes go wide immediately, your hands waving in front of you. “W-well, it’s not- I know you’re really busy! And you barely go to these events, so you should spend time with your friends.”

You’re too nervous to notice it, but he watches, listens to you with full intent. His finger taps against the steering wheel.

When he parks and gets out the car, you don’t wait for him to open the door for you. Something in that irritates him, makes him frown. He throws his keys into the bowl in the entryway with a jangle, and when you turn around from taking your shoes off, he’s already in your space.

His hands are on your waist, pressing you against the wall. You try to protest but he silences it with his lips on yours, his hands on the back of your thighs and hoisting you up. Your purse falls somewhere on the ground. But you don’t care. You can’t care, because Sae is hot and heavy against your mouth and between your legs. He presses you into the wall further, grips your thighs tighter, holds you up easily with one arm as he wraps one hand around your neck and kisses the remaining exposed skin.

It's only for a moment before his hand moves back down to roam under your dress, pulling your panties down fervently, the way the fabric sticks to your slick already is something he doesn’t fail to notice. Makes him wonder if he really has been neglecting you.

He tucks them in his pocket and then he’s falling to his knees. You think you whisper his name but you can’t tell over the shuffling. Your feet never touch the ground, he lifts you until your legs are resting over his shoulders, holds you up like this. You try to tell him, “Sae, we’re gonna fall,” (he wouldn’t drop you, don’t you know?) but he doesn’t say a single goddamn thing. Just bunches your dress up and presses his mouth to your cunt.

The broken moan you let out is nothing short of song to him. There’s nothing to stabilize you except for grasping his hair in your hands. You’re a little scared, but he doesn’t stop you, doesn’t reprimand you. If anything, he presses deeper into your cunt. Swipes his tongue up from bottom to top. Makes you sob with the way he zig-zags his tongue up your slit all the way to your clit. He’s always like this – a tease, in control. He holds your arousal in his hands and on his tongue and he knows how and when to make you drip, in a way that ensures only he’s able to drink.

It's sickening, the way he makes your mind fog immediately, makes nothing exist but him in this moment. He does it a few more times before he relents. This is meant to be a reward, after all. An apology, maybe. He presses his tongue to your clit and kitten licks a few times. Envelops the bud in his mouth and swipes over and over, grips your plush thighs tight. You don’t know how long he does it because you feel like you can’t breathe, breath coming short, gasps that are like drowning. He watches you through it, your chest rising and falling, your hands shaking in his hair.And then he speeds up and your core tightens and your body comes crashing, first up, and then down. He holds you steady against the wall as you whine, your hot cum drooling into his mouth that he swallows up willingly, tight core finally relieving.

You heave as you come to your senses, nails scratching at the nape of Sae’s hair as he laps your oversensitive cunt, making you jolt. He licks you clean before he lets up, taking a deep breath. He kisses each side of your inner thighs, and then once more on your clit for good measure, smiling as he hears your broken whine once again.

He finally lets up. Holds you tight so you don’t slump to the ground. He kisses you deeply, lets you taste yourself on his tongue, makes out with you until you’re out of air.

Don’t think I don’t like you. He wants to tell you, but instead he wraps you in his arms, presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Why don’t you go shower first and get in bed, and I’ll meet you there?” His voice is gentle, actions soft, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

You look up at him doe-eyed. “Don’t you wanna-?”

“Mm. Later. You go first, okay?”

You’re too wobbly and wrung out to protest, so you go when he gently leads you both to the bedroom.

The words get stuck in his throat as he closes the bathroom door for you. I really do love you.

He hopes you might already know.

author's note: sorry to make oliver a bit of a villain in this LMAO in his head he’s just tryna save you from what looks like a failing relationship! if anything he’s your knight in shining armor <3 too bad that didn’t work out how he wanted it to hm

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thegreatgatslin · 25 days ago

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AFTER CLOSING - m. kaiser x f!reader (18+)

tw: afab reader, down bad kaiser, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex, no protection whatsoever || wc: 0.6k || 18+ under the cut

ex!bf michael kaiser who's started to miss his home country quite a bit after a while as a foreign student - well, the taste of it, at least - and brings his teammates to a new german restaurant/bar that opened up near campus recently.

ex!bf michael kaiser who watches with slight disgust as his teammates ogle the pretty waitresses, who are decked out in traditional german barmaid clothing that leaves little to the imagination.

ex!bf michael kaiser whose eyes widen when he realises one of the waitresses working tonight's shift is you, his ex-girlfriend who he broke up with two months ago, and he can't seem to get over how unbelievably good you look right now.

ex!bf michael kaiser who seems a little subdued when you come over to take their order, averting his eyes. (he's ashamed at how he can't stop staring at how your tits sit in that fucking top, and how he can't get his raging hard-on to die down.) you look him up and down briefly, and leave without another word.

ex!bf michael kaiser whose gaze never leaves you as you flit between tables, hips swaying in that teasingly short skirt, the skirt that barely covers your ass when you bend over ever so slightly - and he catches a glimpse of your baby blue panties, his favourite colour on you.

ex!bf michael kaiser who can't help but raise an eyebrow as you set down his kirschwasser, his cherry brandy, with an oh-so-obvious cherry-red lipstick stain on the rim of the glass. no prizes for guessing who it belongs to.

ex!bf michael kaiser who snaps when he sees oliver aiku, a defender from a rival university, hitting on you. cutting short his conversation with ness, he downs his crimson liquid courage in one go and storms over to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear -

"why don't i stay until after closing and show you a good time, liebling?"

ex!bf michael kaiser who waits for you to close up the restaurant for the night with shaky hands before he practically pounces, his large hands all over you as his tongue explores your mouth, and you let out one of the most pathetic whines he's ever heard.

ex!bf michael kaiser who makes you take him down your tight little throat, scoffing as tears prick your eyes at the uncomfortable sensation. you can take it, he murmurs to you as you gag on his cock. you've done it before.

ex!bf michael kaiser who gets on his knees and eats you out against the counter, sucking fervently on your swollen clit as you tangle your hands in his soft blonde hair, calling out his name in just the way he's missed; this only spurs him on, and he spits on your cunt, sex-drunk eyes locking with yours as he dives back in between your legs.

ex!bf michael kaiser who bends you over the restaurant's bar and fucks you raw until your toes are curling in your black heels. he's got a hand on the back of your neck holding you steady, giving him a clear view of how your ass recoils against his hips in that slutty little skirt of yours.

ex!bf michael kaiser who makes you cum twice more before his sticky seed is filling you up just how you like it, watching his cum drip out of you with no little satisfaction.

that is, until he hears a whimper from you that sounds suspiciously like "more" -

ex!bf michael kaiser who's already pushing his hardening cock back into you, asking you breathlessly, "won't you please take me back, meine liebe?"

a/n: sorry hornyposting again

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sirhamburrger · 1 month ago

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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH ~ s. itoshi, m. kaiser, o. aiku x f!reader

⊹ in which you miss their match because you're sick. ⊹ tags/cw: reader is referred to as "meine liebe", "prinzessin" in kaiser's, that's literally it LMAO ⊹ wc: 876 total (this is very short) ⊹ a/n: very self indulgent but also dedicated to @aozui my fellow sae kisser and @wakeupmaddie kaiser glazer (but nonchalant)

“you’re burning up,” sae itoshi states bluntly, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. scowling, you swat it away, wincing at the throbbing pain in your head and the aching in your bones.

“am not, you just have cold hands.”

“will you quit being so stubborn for once?” he’s in the bathroom doing his hair now, his voice drifting out to the living room, where you lay limply on the couch. “if you need to rest, then just rest. you don’t have to be there.”

“but i’ve never missed any of your matches,” you protest, squeezing your eyes shut, though you have a sinking feeling this will have to be the first. your boyfriend doesn’t take no for an answer.

sae sighs audibly. he emerges from the bathroom, hands still damp from washing, and sits down in front of you.

you crack open an eyelid, and let out a tiny sigh.

“hey, you,” you mumble.

“hey.” he brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes, tracing your lips with his thumb.

“i’m sorry i can’t go see you play today.”

he frowns. why would you need to be sorry? “i’ll make a pot of tea for you, and i’ll have your favourite snacks delivered here soon. focus on getting better.”

you lean into his touch and hum, content. he watches and feels you drift off to sleep, and only then does he move to the kitchen to boil water for your tea. and you have no way of knowing this, but sae presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before he leaves, quietly shutting the door behind him.

after all, whether you’re there cheering him on or not, you’re the only one sae itoshi plays for.

michael kaiser is a man of few wants. it’s how he was raised - to cling on to anything and anyone, because things are all so temporary.

which is why you feel so guilty that you can’t even give him one of the few things you’ve offered him all the while you’ve been together - your presence. your presence at one of his most highly-anticipated games of the year.

by the time you wake up one hour before the match, all groggy and feeling gross, it’s too late. the stadium he’s playing at is two hours away, and when you factor in the time it takes to get ready, you know there’s no way you can go to see him.

you know he’s been telling you not to go, because you’ve had the flu for a while now. his voice echoes in your head, still; prinzessin, i’ll need you to stay at home and get better, okay? take your meds? can you do that for micha?

and you have to admit, you feel a little better after that nap. but you could’ve sworn you’d set multiple alarms for yourself just before michael left the house, so you could wake up on time -

unless…

you check your phone, and a voicemail from your boyfriend catches your eye. you sit back and let it play.

“guten morgen, meine liebe.” you swear you hear a hint of amusement in his voice as he says this, as it’s nowhere near morning. “i admit i turned your alarms off, and for that i’m sorry. but you’ll still be here with me, in spirit. okay, liebling?”

“okay, meine schatz,” you find yourself smiling and responding to the voicemail, even though michael’s not actually there with you.

and when your boyfriend scores the winning goal that night on national television, you see him look straight into the cameras and mouth your name.

oliver aiku isn’t the type to fuss. he’s not the kind to make a big deal out of things like colds or missed matches. life is long, and there’s always another game, another night out, another chance.

but when he walks into the apartment to find you curled up in bed, shivering despite the thick blanket wrapped around you, he feels something unfamiliar twist in his chest.

he leans against the doorway, arms crossed. “you look like shit.”

you groan, burrowing further under the sheets. “wow, thanks, oliver. that really helps.”

he smirks, but it fades just as fast. you’re usually quick with a comeback, but today your voice is weak, your face paler than he’d like.

he sighs and steps closer, crouching next to the bed. “i was gonna grab dinner with the guys after the match.” he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “but i figured you’d rather have me here.”

you blink up at him. “wait - what? the match -”

“relax, i played,” he cuts in. “did my job, had my fun, then left early.” he taps your forehead lightly with two fingers. “i’d rather be here, anyway.”

you frown. “you don’t have to -”

“i know.” his voice is softer now, just like his touches on your hand. “but i want to.”

oliver aiku has never been the type to make promises he can’t keep, and he’s spent years living like nothing and no one could ever tie him down. but tonight, as he pulls you closer, listening to your soft and fevered, though slightly calmed breathing, he realizes - if there’s anywhere he wants to be, it’s right here.

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captain-hawks · 2 months ago

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oh well... I mean... how about oliver x snowed in? do we manage not to punch him in the face by the end of it?

over easy 🎀 oliver aiku x f!reader

In which domesticity creeps into the all the cracks in you and Oliver's casual arrangement as you find yourself snowed in at his apartment.

1.4k — fluff, soft oliver, fwb, mentions of sex

It’s no good for your stupid, reckless heart—this predicament.

“Over easy? And two sugars in your coffee, right?” Oliver’s voice calls out from the kitchen.

It’s so fucking domestic, the way he says it.

Like you’re not just some girl he fucks into his king size mattress in the middle of the night twice a week.

Like you’re not just going on your third morning of being stranded at his apartment because your car’s buried under several feet of snow that just keeps on coming down.

Like it’s okay that your heart fumbles meekly behind the confines of your ribcage whenever he tugs you back into his bed to stay the night.

(That beats so hard it aches when he spins you around to kiss you in the doorway on your way out.)

You’re not dating.

You can’t date him.

Oliver doesn’t date.

But he’s handsome and charming and polite and funny and the sex is so good that you’ve never come so hard in your life and—

There’s no fucking Oliver out of your system unless it’s with Oliver himself.

And if you have some inconvenient feelings dangling on the sidelines, that’s your cross to bear on your own time when he’s not fucking you stupid in the backseat of his car or eating you out on his kitchen counter.

You don’t ask Oliver what he does on nights that he’s not with you. And you tell yourself it’s because it’s none of your goddamn business, not because you know his answer would probably hurt you too much to hear.

You assume, anyway.

But now it’s Christmas Eve, and you’ve lost any and all hope of digging your car out by tomorrow for your family dinner—not that you really wanted to go to that, anyway.

And Oliver’s humming a Christmas song under his breath while he makes you breakfast, while you stand in his living room wearing nothing but one of his practice jerseys while perusing his bookshelf.

It feels dangerously, terribly, awfully domestic.

And part of you thinks you’d be better off trudging across town home on foot than bearing the full weight of this walk of shame when the snow melts.

You’ve spent hours on his couch over the past few days, and he can’t seem to stop touching you. He scoots closer if you sit down too far away, places a hand on your ankle if it’s in reach, tucks your feet under his thigh. He puts his head in your lap or tugs yours down into his when you start yawning. He plays with your hair and your fingers—

And the two of you have been making your way through your favorite show, one that he’s never seen, one that you didn’t even think he would like. But it was his idea.

You even went down to his apartment building’s gym last night—something which didn’t feel strange in and of itself until Oliver kept appearing out of nowhere any time a guy tried to strike up a conversation with you, going so far as outright making out with you while you were on one of the stationary bikes.

(The two of you barely made it through the door back up in his apartment before he was fucking you right there on the floor in the entryway.)

And you’ve yet to examine the feeling that stirred in your gut when you found oat milk in his fridge, knowing full well he doesn’t drink it.

“Oh yeah, almost forgot to tell you. That’s for you, I picked it up the other day. I know you hate using regular milk in your coffee.”

—and the bag of mini dark chocolate bars you spotted in his cabinet last night.

“Yeah, yeah, you were right. Dark chocolate’s better.”

—and the brand-new, full-size bottle of your body wash that was staring you in the face when the two of you climbed into his shower the first morning, a mirror to the tiny travel bottle that you’ve taken to keeping in your purse for accidental sleepovers.

“It doesn’t make sense for you to have to carry soap around in your purse—”

You hadn’t even realized he knew you did that.

And yet now, as your eyes stray to the Christmas tree that sits in the corner of his living room between two large windows that overlook the city below, it’s the sight beneath it that promises to be your undoing.

Nestled between several gifts addressed to his parents and sisters is a box wrapped in gold paper with a blue bow on it. Your name is written carefully in his handwriting on the white tag stuck to the top of it.

Your heart catches in your throat.

—and oh god you’re going to kick his ass if it’s some stupidly expensive piece of jewelry that he probably didn’t even pick out himself in there, one that’ll make you feel like you’re his even if you’re really not.

And you didn’t even get him anything because this is fucking casual—

“Wanna open it now?” You jump as Oliver’s voice comes up beside you, his chest against your back while he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s not Christmas yet,” you stall, your noses brushing when you turn to look at him, but he spins you back toward the tree.

“Yeah, I’m too impatient though,” he sighs, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he reaches past you, arms hugging your sides while he places the package in your hands.

It’s oblong and light.

You’re glad, if nothing else, that he’s not directly facing you to see your uneasy facial expression. Slowly, with the tip of your finger, you begin to peel back the wrapping paper.

White bristles and bright green plastic greet you beneath it.

A toothbrush.

“Be my girlfriend,” Oliver whispers, nose brushing against your cheek.

You choke out a laugh as your heart swoops. “You got me a toothbrush?”

Girlfriend.

“You would have thought jewelry was a tacky way to ask,” he hums, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You tilt your face into the kiss, murmuring against his mouth, “I didn’t get you anything.”

You almost did.

Several times, actually.

But nothing screams casual hookup gone rogue like a fucking Christmas present—and that was the last thing you wanted him to think.

And yet—

Oliver shrugs, spinning you around and cupping your face, the toothbrush still clutched in your hands. “You’re my gift.”

There’s no hiding the ridiculous smile that creeps across your face as he kisses you, tugging you with him as he walks backward into the couch, pulling you into his lap.

His lips are warm and soft as his mouth engulfs yours, kissing you in a way that you know now is far too familiar to be casual. Far too easy and gentle and intimate as he cups the back of your head and feathers a thumb against your hip bone and nips your bottom lip and laughs and—

He stops kissing you and looks at you seriously. “Oh, I also got you that dough mixer you kept looking at videos of when we were laying in bed that one night, but it’s going to be late because of the storm. I don’t want you to think I actually only got you a toothbrush.”

You blink at him.

“Oliver!”

He grins. “What?”

“I’m leaving right now to get you a gift,” you grouse, trying to hop out of his lap.

The room spins as he lifts you up, and you find yourself caged in beneath him on the couch.

“We’re snowed in,” he says, matter-of-factly.

“I’ll walk,” you frown.

“Nope,” he counters, hands sliding to pin your wrists above your head. “I’ve got the perfect gift already. Have you met my girlfriend yet?”

He reaches down into his pocket to pull out his phone, and you’re met with a photo of you laughing that you hadn’t even realized he took.

And it’s his wallpaper, for fuck’s sake.

Girlfriend.

“She’s beautiful,” he murmurs as he puts down his phone and cups your face, lips brushing against yours. “And smart.” Kiss. “And funny.” Kiss. “And—”

“I didn’t say yes.”

Oliver stills, blinking several times as he looks down at you with a serious expression.

You roll your eyes as you thread your fingers in his hair and tug his mouth back down against yours.

“Yes.”

A pleased sound of satisfaction rumbles in his throat as his mouth skirts away from your lips, leaving a chaotic, hot, messy trail of kisses across your face, down your neck, across your collarbone—

The smoke alarm goes off somewhere in the kitchen.

#oliver aiku x reader #oliver aiku #blue lock #dee writes #falalalala drabbles

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6gumi · 11 months ago

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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

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h3rmess · 4 months ago

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SL*T ME OUT

Written by @h3rmess ✰ | KINKTOBER (late entry)

"eat the d*** like you was ugly" ☆

After the U-20 match, oliver and the others decide to go out and have some fun. They go to a karaoke booth to let loose and forget about their loss. Oliver wants you to help him blow off some steam in a different way...

notes : this was meant to be for kinktober but I forgot to upload... I love aiku so so much!! I literally started screaming when I saw him in episode 5

WARNINGS : oliver aiku x fem!reader, oral (m receiving), facefucking, masturbation (f), picture taking, semi-public oral sex???, pet names, praise, swearing, no relationship (that's how aiku is ��️)

"Where is he?" You whispered, holding your phone in your hand as you walked away from the arcade, into the area where the karaoke booths were.

You kept checking your phone in case a text from him magically appeared, hoping that he would come to save you from this bewilderment.

"Wow, look at that!" A low, husky voice spoke from behind you, forcing you to turn around abruptly.

Hands in the pockets of his kit and leaning against the wall, he offered you an irresistible smirk that made your heart race.

"Really went all out for me, huh?" He commented, observing the short, body-con dress you wore. In this setting, you looked like you belonged in a club.

He took a step towards you, standing up properly once more as he towered over you, your chin lifted behind comfort to meet his gaze.

"Oliver!" You exclaimed with a smile. "How was the match? I didn't get time to check the end results."

He rubbed the back of his neck with a solemn sigh, "We lost..."

Your expression displayed remorse as you pulled him into a hug. "You played amazingly, though. I was so proud to see you on the screen. You were definitely remarkable." You spoke, recalling his outstanding plays.

"Hmm, yeah... I'm still super bummed though. I thought we were gonna win." He pouted as he looked away.

"You seem pretty upset..." You spoke softly.

"I am. That's why I wanted to see you." He looked back at you slowly.

"Huh?"

"Y'know, I've been so stressed lately. I've had way too much practice and not enough time to...unwind." He tried to mask his smirk with a sombre look, but you saw through it.

"And what exactly does that have to do with me?" You questioned, knowing exactly what he was implying.

"Well, you're here, all pretty and dolled up. Let's not let it go to waste." He looked at you, his eyes predatory.

"What are you suggesting we do?" You prompted, your heart rate increasing as you became more nervous. Your palms began to excrete sweat as he leaned in closer to you.

"How about we ruin that makeup of yours, huh?" He grinned, his hands suddenly groping your waist.

"And how exactly... do you plan on doing that?" You felt breathless as you huffed out a response.

"Acting dumb are we now, baby? Why don't I fuck that mouth of yours so we don't have any more stupid responses?" His straightforward suggestion left your stomach tumbling, a new pulse being formed in your womanhood.

You were lost for words as he took you by your arm and dragged you into the booth, shutting the door.

"I told the others to get here in 30 minutes. That should be enough time." He sat down, looking up at you with a stern glance.

"Whatcha waiting for? On your knees." He commanded as you complied immediately, his voice forcing you into submission.

"That's a good girl..." He smiled as he stroked your face. You nuzzled into his touch, his huge hands bringing you comfort. He brushed his thumb carefully over your lips, slightly smearing the pink, shimmery gloss on them. You sat patiently on your knees, waiting for his next move.

Looking up with lusful eyes, you let his thumb slip into your mouth. Your face heated up slightly with embarrassment as you tried your best to maintain eye contact.

He removed his thumb from your mouth and lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his once more. He let go, his hands reaching for his waistband. He lowered his slacks slightly, allowing him to slip himself out of his confinement.

His dick hit his abdomen instantly as he hissed, clearly needy as the pre-cum dripped down his swollen tip.

His hand gripped his member carefully as he pumped his length for a while, his breath becoming heavier by the second.

Your cheek was hit with a slap from his dick as he smirked down at you, infatuated by the size difference. You both wondered how you were meant to fit all of him in your mouth.

"Open up, doll." He commanded, his tip nearing your mouth. You followed his order, immediately being met by the bitter yet intoxicating taste of his arousal.

Your jaw slackened to accommodate his size, which was proving quite difficult.

Gripping your hair gently, he pushed your head forward, your face nearing his base. Tears began to form in your eyes as you gagged and choked slightly, overwhelmed by his huge size.

He pushed himself fully into your mouth with a grunt, his inability to hold back becoming clear.

"Fuck..." He said with clenched teeth. "Taking me so well, aren't ya? Putting that... ah- pretty mouth to good use, huh?" His thrusts started to hit deeper, increasing in speed. His words and actions did nothing but add fuel to the fire, igniting a feeling in you that you couldn't resist giving into.

Saliva leaked from the corners of your mouth as you choked around him, his thrusts relentless. You noticed some of your lip gloss on his base, which somehow turned you on even more.

His grunts and moans became more frequent as his pumped into your warm mouth even harder, throwing his head back slightly.

"Fuck...'m so close, baby... Gonna be a doll and take it? Gonna swallow everything I give to you?" He questioned, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You hummed around his cock, your hand reaching into your panties to gain some relief as your clit throbbed.

Your mind became hazy as you stopped thinking, completely submitting to Oliver and your growing lust. Your pussy was leaking. You dragged some of your arousal from your empty hole to your clit, rubbing it at a pace that instantly caused you to start moaning.

Oliver chuckled and then threw his head back, your vibrations sending him closer and closer to the edge. His grip on your head became more firm, his thrusts hitting deeper than ever before.

"Mmm, baby, I'm gonna- fuckkk..." He could barely form a sentence which made you laugh when you thought back to this moment ; not that you would've done any better.

You never stopped stimulating your nerves. You felt a warmth building as your stomach felt knotted. You kept playing with yourself as he used your mouth.

"Keep touching your little pussy... just like that." He forced out, speaking to you proving difficult as he almost reached his high.

You looked up at him, your makeup smeared, your eyes teary and lidded. That was all it took. His thrusts became sloppy as he let loose, his head thrown all the way back, moans escaping him like never before.

His liquid poured into your mouth, sitting on your tongue, filling you up. He came a lot. His thrusts continued for a while as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Don't swallow yet, princess."

You blindly obliged.

"Can I take a picture? You look so pretty like this."

And for some bizarre reason, those were the words that made you cum. You nodded, holding him and his juices in your mouth as you shook, your eyes rolling back slightly. You whined and whimpered as you saw a bright flash come from Oliver's phone. Your vision was blurry, obscured by tears as you stopped your relentless torture on your pussy.

You tried to calm your breathing as Oliver spoke.

"Open your mouth."

You did as he said, watching him posting his phone to take another picture. His dick was still in your mouth. After taking the picture, he removed his half-hard dick from your opening.

"I'm gonna take a video now, okay?" You hummed in response.

He pressed record, his hand reaching down to grip your cheeks, squishing them in a way that forced your mouth open. You whimpered slightly at his sudden movement.

"Look at how pretty she is." He spoke, the camera focusing on your eye makeup that was far beyond saving.

"Holding my cum in her mouth just like I asked her to." He grinned down at you.

"Swallow it." He commanded, the camera still rolling. You closed your mouth to swallow with a gulp, reopening it to prove you had done as he asked.

"Such a good girl..." He let go of your face, grabbing his dick once more.

"Lick it clean for me, doll."

You immediately started licking, as if you were hungry for it.

His phone remained in your face, but at this point, you didn't care.

Your tongue made its way along his length, being sure to capture any left over cum on it. You stuck your tongue out, moving it up to his tip as you looked straight into the camera.

"Fuck... don't do that. You're gonna make me hard again." His dick twitched slightly.

And yet, you continued until all of his mess was cleaned up, letting go of his dick that was now almost fully hard again.

He stopped recording.

"I'm gonna get you back for this... Just you wait." He remarked.

You smiled at him as he helped you up onto your feet again.

"You'd better go home. I mean, unless you want anyone seeing you in this state. " He suggested. Typical of him.

You reached into your handbag, pulling out some make-up wipes to clean the mess he had left your face in.

Meanwhile, Oliver unlocked his phone, a notification appearing, telling him that the boys were outside.

"Shit, they're here." He panicked slightly as you finished up, turning towards him.

He placed a short kiss on your lips. "See you soon, beautiful. I'll be messaging you, so don't you dare turn off your phone, got that?"

"Okay. Bye, Oliver." You waved, leaving before his teammates could make it into the booth.

Oliver Aiku was such a dog... and yet, you couldn't help but come back for more.

#blue lock #bluelock #bluelock smut #bluelock season 2 #blue lock smut #bllk smut #bllk #bllk oliver #blue lock oliver #oliver aiku #oliver aiku smut #oliver aiku x reader #kinktober #anime

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lumiambrose · 4 months ago

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✰ dealers choice

kinktober 24 - day thirty

featuring: sae itoshi x f!reader

summary: sae's always wanted you, and after your friend rudely tries to steal you from him, he can't help but make you his.

tags: smut, worshipping, sae is obsessed with you, manipulative sae ig, violence, virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), praise, soft sae, this man is hungggg (very biased)

wc: 3.7k -> skip to the second divider if you're just here for the smut ;)

isn’t it funny how you can be so infatuated with someone you barely even know?

well, that’s the case for sae itoshi. he’s been watching you for quite a while now. being shidou’s pretty best friend, you’re plastered all over his social media. and god, it was love at first sight.

he doesn’t know what it is about you. you’re not even that special. the only thing extraordinary about you is your roach of a best friend.. but he knew from the moment he laid his eyes on you, you would be his.

he has you memorized like the back of his hand. your go-to coffee order, your favourite restaurant secluded away from the busy streets of tokyo, and how you spend your monday mornings. of course, he too, made sure that he was nothing short of perfect for you.

although, there’s one problem: he’s never met you in person. you two have talked over text, but never in person. although he’s finally going to change that.

it’s currently off-season for sae. he’s been spending the majority of his spare time at practice or at the gym, but with a little encouragement from you and shidou, he agreed to come visit the two of you for a few weeks.

obviously, he doesn’t care about shidou. he’s only visiting for you, but you don’t have to know that. the initial meetup went swimmingly, and sae only found himself more obsessed with you by the second. you even hugged him and he swore his blood rushed to the one place it shouldn’t be.

you’re currently at shidou’s place. you, sae, shidou, and some of your mutual friends are hanging out together for the night, celebrating the weekend and exam season ending. music blasts through shidou’s penthouse as everyone is enjoying the evening. shidou challenged a friend of yours to beer pong, which led to him inevitably losing because the only thing he's good at is soccer. you see the famous u20 captain oliver aiku mingling with your other friends with your other friends and you find yourself lounging on shidou’s massive sofa with sae not too far away, the two of you engaging in small talk, finally able to catch up.

to sae, this is definitely the highlight of his trip so far. one-on-one time with you? priceless. he’s even thinking about asking you out at the end of the night.

that is, until your conversation gets rudely interrupted. a so-called ‘friend’ of you and shidou promptly joins your conversation. from what sae can make out, he’s definitely drunk and sae wants him gone instantly. to his dismay, he sits down on the spot right next to you, almost a little too close for his liking. he gives you a short hug before introducing himself to sae. he told sae that his name is takeyama and claims to be a fan of his, but as he reaches out to shake sae’s hand, he’s met with what might be the coldest glare known to mankind. you're sure the temperature drops for a moment as sae looks him dead in the eyes with an unreadable expression. it's only obvious that sae is not pleased.

you interrupt the thick tension, snapping sae back to reality before continuing the conversation where you left off. it’s safe to say the rest of your chat does not hold the same comfort that it did earlier, tension still thick with what you would dare call, killing intent. you engage in small talk with both men, trying to keep your focus on sae although takeyama is greedy for your attention. he's touching you constantly, always in your ear and even wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, which you’re clearly unsettled by. it’s not until he excuses himself to the bar to refill his drink that the area calms down. you finally have a moment to breathe, and sae looks as though he’s much calmer too. sae flashes you a short smile before speaking up, cutting the silence, “excuse me, i’ll be back in 10 minutes. wait for me, okay?” with that, he stands up before shortly disappearing into the crowd.

sae is fucking fuming. how dare that bastard touch his girl and distract her from him? of course, he won’t let this fucker get away scott-free. he follows takeyama as he leaves the crowded area of the apartment, heading towards the bathroom. he creeps up on the guy and just before he enters the small room, covers his mouth with one hand while dragging him into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“you fucking bastard.” sae throws him to the floor, a loud thud sounding at the collision. it takes every ounce of self-restraint in his body to not just kill him on the spot. instead, opting to spit on the pathetic boy and landing a strong kick to his chest.

“stay the fuck away from her,” he kicks again. “if you breathe near her, i will ruin your sorry life.” his voice makes it clear that his words are not just an empty threat. he leans down, picking him up by the collar before landing a punch on his face. “you keep your damn distance; pretend she doesn’t exist for all i care.” another punch, drawing blood from his mouth, “understood?” he spits again, although an answer is beyond reason at this point, seeing as the man who was once making you uncomfortable is now lying unconscious on the floor of shidou’s bathroom.

he admires his handiwork for a while, satisfied with his state, he can finally go back to you and make up for the time he lost with you. that is, until he hears a click behind him. shit—he forgot to lock the door. as long as it’s not you he’s sure he can simply talk his way out of it. but of course, his luck just had to worsen.

“s-sae?” you exclaim. voice feeling like a stab through his chest. he panics, internally, of course, how could he ever let his angel see the true state he’s in. then, he turns around, locking eyes with you. the two of you just hold each other’s gaze for a while. that is, until sae decides that there’s no point in holding back now, he’s already too far deep to brush the situation off.

you’re taken aback as his large figure embraces you, his entire body enveloping you in a soft and comforting hug. you try to pull back, you really do, but he won’t budge. instead, he leans closer to your ear, whispering, “angel, please. listen to me, okay? it’s not what it looks like.” you’re stunned. what is it supposed to look like then? you’re lost, body tensing up and you can’t even move anymore. sae scoops you up in his arms, taking advantage of your lack of movement.

“it’s ok, angel. c’mon, show me to shidou’s room. let’s calm you down, okay?” he’s never spoken so lightly before. he’s surprised he even can. you subconsciously guide him to shidou’s room, through the hallway, and up the stairs until you arrive at your destination. he closes the door, this time making sure to lock it, before gently laying you down on the bed. he takes his place next to you, sitting on the edge of the bed as his hand strokes your arm gently.

“you’re ok now. he was going to do horrible things to you, you know?” he shushes as you stare into his soul. “but it’s all good now; he won’t ever harm you again. i’m certain of it.”

you’re so confused, your voice barely audible as you shakily whisper, “h-he wanted to hurt me? you… protected me?” thankfully, sae’s warm gaze helps calm you down as he soothes, “mhm, but i’ve made sure he won’t anymore. only a fool would hurt an angel like you.”

his words make your body feel warm, turning him into your calm in the storm of whatever the fuck may be happening right now. “really? you mean it, sae?”

god. the way his name just rolls right off your tongue sends him spiralling. he just wants to devour you then and there. “of course, you’re so precious to me you know,” he leans in closer now, his face inches from yours. “if you want, i can show you just how much you mean to me.”

you’re slightly taken aback. the sae itoshi, regarding you as precious? all hell must’ve reigned loose. you question whatever you could’ve done to deserve his attention, but you suppose there’s no harm in accepting his offer, right?

you mumble a quiet ‘yes’ and that’s all he needs. softly cupping your cheek and closing the remaining distance, he crashes his mouth with yours. he holds you like a porcelain doll, worried that if he’s too rough, you’ll break. of course, he doesn’t mind though. he finally has you in his arms, and now he’s going to make sure you’re his.

you gasp at the contact, lips parting just enough to let him enter your mouth, exploring and tasting every inch of it. you open your once-closed eyes and are met with a beautiful sight. his eyes are closed as he kisses you. hair slightly dangling over his face with his gorgeous lashes. he looks so ethereal. you kiss him back, harder and more passionate, attempting to thank him in any way for saving you.

he groans, definitely satisfied with your eagerness. he shifts his weight, moving so he’s completely on top of you before pulling back. “would you like me to take this further?” he asks, his eyes never leaving yours as you stare up at him.

you ponder his words. ‘take this further’? as in… sex? you’ve never been intimate with anyone before. and while you’d love to accept his offer, you don’t want to ruin the experience.

embarrassingly, you confess, “i… i’ve actually never done something like this before.” you glance around the room, anywhere but him, but he won’t accept that. lightly, he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“never?” he questions, voice sounding almost shocked.

“never. you’d be my first.”

he curses something in what you presume is spanish beneath his breath before closing the distance once again, “you’re fucking perfect for me. it’s ok, angel. i’ll make it a night to remember, make you feel good.”

his lips meet yours once again, albeit, harder this time, yet somehow still soft. the passion and emotion he’s carrying in his actions are evident, and you reciprocate them just as much.

this time, instead of just kissing you, one of his hands trails down to your top. he toys with the fabric before pulling it up and casting it aside, completely disregarding it. then he starts taking in the sight in front of him.

“fucking divine,” he curses. honestly, he’s surprised you’re not an actual goddess with how perfect you look underneath him.

he latches onto one of your bare breasts with the hunger of a starved man. toying and sucking on one of your peaks while his free hand rubs the other, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“mierda, angel. keep quiet for me, don’t want anyone hearing you just yet.” he toys with your body so daintily, as though you’ll break if he’s too hard. that doesn’t matter though, as long as he’s making you feel good beneath him.

you’re a blushing mess and still partially in shock. you want to question how you ended up beneath sae, naked, but the pleasure is distracting. it feels warm, like your insides are heating up, specifically your core. the longer he toys with you, the stronger the ache that’s developing in your abdomen gets.

it’s hard to keep quiet, but if you don’t open your mouth, you’re worried he’ll never take things further. “s-sae… more, please!” you whine eagerly.

his eyes widen in surprise at your desperate plea, his lips slowly curving into a sly smirk. you look so pretty begging for him, so submissive. you’re the perfect woman for him. “as you wish, my angel,” he purrs, trailing delicate kisses down your neck and collarbone. his large hands roam your bare body, caressing every curve and dip with reverent fingers, mapping every inch of your skin like he’s trying to etch it into himself.

he takes his time, savouring each gasp and moan that falls from your lips. when he reaches the waistband of your skirt, he looks up at you through hooded eyes, seeking your permission. at your breathless nod, he slowly peels the fabric down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly.

you’re almost bare in front of his hungry gaze. sae takes a moment to drink in the sight of you, spread out beneath him like a feast perfectly cultivated just for him. "hermosa," he murmurs appreciatively, running a finger along the edge of your panties. "so perfect, so pure. 'm gonna cherish you, querida. make you feel amazing tonight."

with that vow, he hooks his fingers in the delicate lace and tugs, the flimsy material giving way for him to devour you easily. your slick heat is finally revealed to him, the sight before him pushing his self-restraint to the limits and making his cock throb almost painfully against the confines of his slacks.

unable to resist you any longer, sae settles between your legs, pressing a tender kiss to your inner thigh. he works his way higher, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the soft flesh until he reaches your aching core. a low groan rumbles in his chest at the sight—glistening folds just begging for his touch, for his tongue.

"mierda... need to taste you," he growls before diving in face-first. his tongue messily parts your lips, delving in to lap at the honey dripping from your entrance. he groans at the taste, the sweet nectar he’s waited months for gliding across his tongue and making him crave more.

“could eat this pretty pussy all night long…” he purrs, voice muffled against your slick flesh. he’s groaning and murmuring into your folds as he laps you up hungrily. "mmm, you taste so good, mi amor.”

he seals his lips around your swollen clit and sucks hard, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. at the same time, he slips two thick fingers deep into your tight cunt, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm. the wet squelch of his digits plunging into your soaked cunt fills the room, mixing with your breathy moans and whimpers.

"let me hear you," sae growls, curling his fingers to stroke your g-spot. "gonna make this sweet pussy weep for me" he doubles his efforts, tongue swirling around your clit as he fingers you faster, harder, relentlessly chasing your pleasure.

your back arches off the bed, hands fisting in sae's hair as the ache in your abdomen intensifies, ecstasy crashes through you in dizzying waves. "oh god, sae!" you keen, hips bucking wildly against his face. "don't stop, don't stop, please!"

"mmm, gonna cum for me, angel?" sae asks huskily, lips brushing your clit. "gonna soak my face, hm? go on then, cum all over these fingers like a good girl..."

his words and the stimulation prove to be too much for your body. with a sharp cry, you shatter apart, pussy clamping down on sae's pistoning fingers as you cum all over his face. he laps it up greedily, refusing to waste even a single drop.

“attagirl,” he praises, trailing his way back up your shaking body, kissing you gently through the aftershocks of your orgasm. this was a first for you. of course, you’ve masturbated before, but you’ve never felt this good. you’ve never came so hard. this new feeling igniting something else inside of you—confidence perhaps? whatever it is, it pushes you to pull sae closer, kissing him with so much passion—devotion, as though he’s your lover.

even though he’s taken aback, sae reciprocates with the same passion—if not more. the fingers of his dry hand etch themselves into the back of your head, fisting your hair as he guides your head closer to him while his other hand roams your body, desperate for your touch.

your kiss continues for what feels like an eternity, although you never bore from it. being held in sae’s arms while he devours you is nothing short of pure bliss. by now, his clothes are gone too, leaving the two of you naked in each other's arms. sometimes you’re subconsciously grinding yourself on his dick and sometimes you’re even stroking him, earning low groans from him as he toys with your body.

but you can’t keep going like this, you need more; you need him. you pull away, gasping for air as he gives you a puzzled look. the only answer you can give him is a breathy plea. a breathy plea which drives him insane. “please, sae, i need you…” it takes his all to not flip you over and drill into you like a rabid animal. instead, he hoists your legs up onto his shoulders, making sure you’re comfortable before pumping his cock a few times in front of your entrance.

“are you sure, angel?” he asks. it’s a stupid question, though. even if you would say no, he won’t be able to hold back anyway; he’s too far deep to suddenly stop now. thankfully, you murmur a breathless ‘yes’, giving him all the permission he needs.

“you have no idea how badly i’ve wanted this," sae groans, voice strained with barely restrained desire as he lines himself up with your entrance. the thick head of his cock nudges against your slick folds, making you both gasp at the contact. "gonna make you feel so good, mi amor. gonna ruin this tight little pussy for anyone else..."

he rolls his hips forward, slowly sinking into your virgin pussy inch by tortuous inch. your walls flutter and clench around the unfamiliar intrusion, stretching eagerly to accommodate his girth. a low groan escapes sae’s lips as he's enveloped in your warmth, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"mierda, you feel like heaven," he hisses through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to slam into you balls-deep. "so tight, hermosa. gonna haveta split you open on my cock..." he pulls back until just the tip remains inside, then thrusts forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

the sudden fullness makes you cry out, nails digging into sae's biceps as you adjust to the stretch, tears prick at the corners of your eyes, a slight sting lingering at where your hymen once was, but it's quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure as he begins to move. sae sets a slow, deep rhythm, letting you feel every thick inch of him as he withdraws and sinks back in, over and over.

"that's it, angel, take my cock like a good girl," he praises roughly, one hand coming up to palm your breast, rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers. "gonna make this sweet pussy mine. you’re mine, right?"

his words send shivers down your spine, the possessive edge to his voice making your core clench needily around him. you can only answer in needy, fucked-out moans. you've never felt so full, so stretched, so claimed. he’s hitting all the right spots inside you, stoking the now-familiar buildup in your core once again.

the bed frame creaks under the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your breathy moans filling the room. it doesn’t take long until you’re both getting more desperate and needy, doing anything to chase the high that only sae can provide for you.

"fuck, you’re made for me, angel," he growls, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, hard enough to bruise as he spreads you wider. "you gonna let me breed you full? fill you up with my seed until it's dripping out."

the filthy words falling from sae's lips make your head spin, sucking him in tighter. you've never heard him talk like this before, so crude and vulgar, but fuck if it doesn't turn you on even more. your hands roam over the sculpted planes of his back, nails raking angry red lines into his sweat-slicked skin as you cling onto him desperately.

"yes, sae, please! please cum inside of me!" you beg shamelessly, too lost in your haze of pleasure to care about anything else. you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as you pull him impossibly deeper. the new angle allows him to hit your cervix with every brutal thrust, ecstasy piercing through you.

"greedy little lady, aren't you?" sae snarls, his rhythm growing erratic as he chases your rapidly approaching climax. "gonna pump this pussy full, make you fucking mine." he leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, tongue forcing its way through you as he swallows your wanton moans.

the hand on your breast moves lower, fingers seeking out your aching clit. he circles the swollen nub roughly, sending you over the edge. "cum for me, angel," sae commands against your lips, his voice a dark promise. "cum on my cock, milk me dry, hermosa.”

you’re unable to hold off any longer, your second orgasm of the night crashing through you, which is shortly followed by his own, his seed burying itself deep inside of you as he struggles to keep his own composure. both of your sounds fill the entire room as your juices mix together inside of you.

he pulls out of your weeping cunt before occupying the space next to you on the bed, stroking your arm as you catch your breath together. he pulls you closer, moving your body to rest on top of him, holding you close.

"you're so good for me, angel." he whispers in your ear, cradling you gently, as if you're a dainty flower. "how about we end tonight early, so i can take you home?"

you're not really able to answer him verbally. that's why you just nod along against his chest, before slowly rolling off the bed to get ready.

sae helps you gather your clothes from the ground, before cleaning himself up. all this time, his beautiful eyes never seem to leave you.

within a few minutes, the two of you are leaving your best friend's apartment, hand in hand as an uber drives you to sae’s hotel suite. to your surprise, nobody notices, nor does anyone ask why you’re leaving.

the only thing signaling your early disappearance is the twenty thousand yen sae sent to shidou’s phone along with the message ‘trash your bedsheets.’

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So Tell Me What You Need

oliver aiku really really likes you ♡

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors. ✧. ┊ ⁭yandere!oliver aiku x f!reader

Genre: college!au (++ smut) Notes: thank u 2 @chososdoll for doing gods work with this fic i hated it hehehe Warnings: 18+, serial killer mention, murder mention, weed mention, smoking, stalking ♡, manipulation, dub/noncon, 'just the tip' ♡, coercion, oral (m receiving), cock slapping ♡, facial, creampie ♡, praise, degradation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, etc.) ♡ Words: 7.2k

The body of a young woman was discovered in the early hours of Thursday morning. It’s the third body in the last five months to be found, and an inside source has revealed that this is thought to be a pattern by one killer. The victims are all female and—

Your heart pounds as you shut off the TV in your front room. It’s the last thing you want to hear as the windows reveal the dark night sky outside. You don’t even see the stars above; the light pollution takes that comfort from you. All you can see is rows of apartments opposite to your own, some lit and some dim. Some with funky colours but most are warm white.

And your face flushes with heat as you notice one of the latter have a couple fucking up against a window before you turn away to face your roommate.

She notes your concern, but chooses to smirk and poke fun anyway.

“Maybe it’s your stalker,” she teases you. “You might be next.”

“That’s not funny.” you sigh, storming off to your room. You wince as you look at the abandoned study materials at your desk. You’ve been putting everything off for weeks, but your coursework and exams are the last thing on your mind.

You find yourself pacing around a little before you eventually decide to sit on the edge of your bed. There’s no way you can possibly sleep after hearing that. And your roommate’s poor joke has only made you more paranoid. So, what is there left to do?

Music might help, you think to yourself as you unlock your phone. You can barely do anything as your fingers begin to tremor while you look through your playlists. You’re interrupted, though, as a call from an unknown number fills your screen.

You mask your fear with anger, grunting as you swing open your bedroom door to yell at your friend.

“Stop it, Lacey! I’m going to have nightmares, I’m serious!” you yell. She looks at you, confused. You hold up your phone to show her the incoming call. But her eyes drop to the coffee table, her own phone discarded on top of it in favour of smoking from her bong.

“Answer it.” she urges you.

And you gulp, nodding, sliding the button across the bottom of the touch screen to take the call. You steel yourself, already knowing what’s coming as soon as you speak. It’s the same thing every single time. You don’t say a word, not for a few seconds. There isn’t a sound from either of you as you sit on the couch while your roommate’s eyes follow you.

“Hello?” you say, meekly.

It begins.

The heavy, repetitive breathing that sends a chill down your spine. She looks concerned, now. It’s the first time she’s been present when you’ve received a call. You’d started to suspect she didn’t believe you.

“Who the fuck is this?” she yells, snatching the phone from your hand. Their breathing stutters, it’s barely noticeable but you both pick up on it. It’s enough to make her hang up. “I— you should stay in my room tonight. W-With me.”

“Are you scared?” you ask her, earnestly. She doesn’t respond, but the fact that she’s packing away her drug paraphernalia is answer enough. “Thank you.” you smile, though you leave the room as you do.

You start scrolling through your contacts on instinct, tossing your phone onto your bed as you find the number you’re searching for and put it on loudspeaker as it dials. It rings and rings, and you start to worry you won’t get through. You undress, taking off your clothes from the day to change into your pyjamas.

“Hey you,” he starts. “S’pretty late, baby. Somethin’ wrong?”

“Oliver…” you start, legs buckling at the sound of his voice as you feel a combination of relief and guilt surge through you. You sniff, the pressure of your fear and other underlying emotions doing their best to overwhelm you. “My— The stalker called. Again.” you tell him, and you’re instantly met with a sympathetic coo.

“Do you want me to come over?” he asks. “Or do you wanna come here? I’ll pick you up, princess, s’not a problem.” he continues. You shake your head despite him not being able to see.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Sorry, I was just freaking out. Nice to hear your voice, though…” you smile a little, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Alright. Only if you’re sure.” he speaks, clearing his throat. “I miss you, though. You better let me see that pretty face of yours soon.”

“Okay,” your smile widens. Once again nodding knowing he can’t actually see you right now. “Goodnight Oli.”

“Goodnight, gorgeous.”

Sharing a bed with your roommate helped. You didn’t even mind her snoring, it’s not like you’d expected to get much sleep anyway. You got enough to get you through the day, though. Classes went by without incident, and you didn’t feel yourself wavering at lunchtime like you have been recently.

The calls are unpredictable, you’re always on edge. There’s no specific times or days or even how many times he’ll call.

You walk back to your apartment alone. The winter sucks. It’s not particularly cold, but it’s dark when you get to your classes and then it’s dark again when you leave for the day. You feel like you’re going crazy, and you can’t pretend you aren’t scared of being outside alone when it’s so dark out.

A text notification frightens you enough to almost drop your phone. You don’t even remember turning your phone off silent. Though you can’t help but grin when you see who it’s from.

Oli: Wanna hang out tonight?

You: I’m too behind on my coursework ☹

You: Another time? x

Oli: Okay princess x

You take a deep breath, pocketing your phone as you continue your journey to your apartment. The elevator isn’t empty, but you don’t mind. If anything, you feel a little better to be around people. Your music plays softly through your earphones the whole time, and your anxiety finally begins to dissipate.

Although, it comes flooding back when you get to the door of your apartment.

It’s locked.

And, normally, that would be fine. But Lacey always finishes early on Monday’s. And she’s always home before you get here. Your mind instantly flickers to the phone calls. The stalker.

The news report last night.

Little hands tremble as you search pathetically through your tote bag until you find your keys. The metal clings and clangs as you search for the right one; you jump as they fall from your hands. Eventually, though, the right one is in your grasp and you open the door quickly.

There’s no sign of her. She isn’t smoking in the front room like you expect. You open her bedroom door without knocking, only to discover she isn’t there either. Deep breaths are taken in vain. You try to call her, but there’s no answer.

You: Are you okay?? Call me ASAP

Lacey: I’m fine! I’m at the frat hanging out with Eita 😇

“Oh thank God.” you sigh, all but falling to your knees when you read her reply. Instantly, you can’t help but think about what a slut she is when you think about her failing to tell you her plans because she’s decided to sneak off to ‘hang out’ with her toxic friend with benefits.

Your mind is clear, though your heart is still beating a mile a minute.

Oli: You’re really just gonna study all night? X

You: Thinking about ordering a pizza :P x

Oli: I like pizza you know 🙄x

You: Next time! Promise x

It’s crazy. It’s embarrassing, actually, how quickly he can put you at ease. You’ve only known him for a few months, but it feels like you’ve known him forever. You sigh, dreamily, as you recall how he had introduced himself to you and Lacey during welcome week. He had to squeeze in the fact he was the president of the most popular frat on campus.

Even then, he made you blush. Though you couldn’t act on it; you’d had a boyfriend at the time. But you’ve been single for almost as long as you’ve known Oli, since you dumped him a week or two after; when you realised you didn’t love him anymore. And, still, nothing has happened between you and Oliver.

You’re scared, truthfully.

You’re scared because you know he’s experienced and he’s confident. You know girls throw themselves at him and he knows he’s popular. You’re not a virgin, but compared to him you may as well be.

After clearing your throat and shaking your head to dismiss your train of thought, you start looking for food to add to your basket from your favourite pizza place. It’s so hard to choose, as much as you’d love to get everything, you’re basically broke.

Incoming call.

“Please, no.” your voice breaks as you speak out loud.

You shouldn’t answer. The number is private and you already know what’s going to happen. But you’ve tried that before. You’ve tried ignoring them, but they just keep calling until you answer.

You’re frozen, paralysed with fear as you contemplate what to do. Lacey isn’t here to support you this time. She won’t be coming back, either. So, do you really want to answer? Do you really want to deal with how many calls you’ll receive if you don’t?

The burden of dealing with this alone is too much to bear.

But you’ve been left with no other choice.

“H-Hello?” you whimper, eager to get it over with. The breathing starts, and you’re surprised that this time it’s enough to make you cry. And it’s not just a few tears falling. Whoever is on the other end of the call will undoubtedly know what you’ve been reduced to. “Please stop doing this. W-What do you want from me?” you cry.

It's useless, though, the breathing just continues.

“I can’t t-take it anymore, please, p-please…”

“Mmmmpf,” you hear, it’s cracked and strained and it makes you feel sick. You aren’t sure if you’re imagining things, or if this sicko is actually getting off to the sound of your anguish and desperate pleas. “Thank you.” they say, the voice is deep and distorted but it’s clear as day.

Your breath is trapped in your lungs. And for the first time, they hang up.

You just can’t anymore.

Can’t breathe.

Can’t function.

Can’t think.

You can think enough to call Oli, though. Tremoring digits manage to navigate away from the takeout website to bring up your text thread with Oliver once more. And you don’t hesitate to press the call button.

Your eyes are soaked, vision blurry like a smudged camera lens as you look around your barren apartment while you wait for him to pick up.

“Hi gorgeous,” he answers, a seductive lilt in his tone. If you weren’t so worked up, you’d be flustered. You can picture the smirk on his face as he talks, though you aren’t really listening. “What’s up, baby? Calling to brag about that pizza?”

“O-li.” you sniff, voice cracking after each vowel. He’s silent, but you hear him move. Like he’s sitting upright suddenly, ready to spring into action to rescue you. “He c-called. Again, Oli… again—”

“Shit.” he sighs. “Do you want me to—”

“Please… come get me. ‘m so scared, don’t wanna be here a-alone.” you whine.

“I’m on my way.” he tells you. “I won’t be long, baby. I promise. See ya soon, princess.” he finishes, cutting off the line as he rushes to his car.

Your body stiffens as the silence of your apartment hits you once more. You can’t waste time, though. So, you pack. You’re quick about it, too. You fill your biggest bag with toiletries, a change of clothes and sleepwear… and your coursework.

There’s no way you’ll be doing any work tonight, but you can at least pretend you’re functioning like normal. You can’t let this creep dictate your entire life, right? Maybe being with Oliver will actually keep you calm enough to actually get some of your work started.

Oli: I’m outside x

The black night sky makes your heart race as you walk out of your apartment. The winter cold is harsher in the bleak evenings. Your thin sweater isn’t enough to protect you from the air nipping at your skin.

It’s the least of your worries; all you can think about is the fact this stalker of yours could be watching you right now. It could be anyone. Someone from your class, someone you shared the elevator with, your next-door neighbour. The very thought makes your steps quicken. You’re hurrying to the elevator and bashing the button until it arrives. It’s the first time you’ve felt safe since you left your apartment, because you’re alone. But even then, your skin breaks into goosebumps as you look up at the CCTV camera in the corner.

You’ll never feel safe, not really.

You rush down the road when you see Oliver’s car in the distance. He honks, and it’s all you need to run to him. You’re running like an athlete, and it feels more humiliating than it should. You’re sure Oliver understands why you’re frightened; and you’re sure he won’t judge you for sprinting to the car. But, still, it feels pathetic.

You open the door roughly before you practically dive into the passenger seat. He moves out of the way a little as you throw your overnight bag into the back seat.

“Hey, you’re alright now. Yeah? I’ve got you.” he speaks softly, doing what he can to relax you. You almost melt into his touch as he tucks a hair behind your ear. You do, a little, your body almost melds to the plush leather seat. Your head falls backwards onto the head rest, and your lip begins to wobble. “Poor thing…” he sighs.

“D-Drive, please…” you say, voice weak and strained.

He nods, driving off towards the frat house.

“I wouldn’t worry, you know.” he tells you, putting his hand on your thigh as he drives slow and carefully. You don’t object to his advances, in fact, it’s a comfort to feel his warm hand on your bitter flesh. Even his rough thumb stroking your skin is a welcome feeling. “It’s probably your ex, princess.”

“You think so?” you wonder. “I don’t know… he didn’t take the breakup well, but—”

“You never know what people will resort to when they’re heartbroken, baby.” he tells you, uneven eyes focus on you even as he drives. It makes you nervous, but his calm demeanour forces you to ignore it. You trust him, wholly. “Plus, he knows he lost the best thing that’ll happen to him in his pathetic life.”

“… Oli.” you smile, looking down at your knees as you try to avoid his cocksure stare.

He doesn’t say another word for the rest of the journey.

You come face to face with Lacey as you walk through the grandiose double doors. You feel like a guest of honour as you enter the castle that Oliver Aiku reigns over. Everyone is filled with warm smiles and happy faces as you see them. But your expression in return is feeble. You try to smile, but you’re so downtrodden, and Lacey immediately knows why.

She doesn’t even care that you don’t say hello when you run by her on the stairs and hurry to Oliver’s room. Oliver remains at the bottom while he watches you flee.

“She got another call.” he informs your roommate.

“Fuck.” she hisses through her teeth as she looks back up the stairs. Her voice is filled with remorse as she thinks things through. “I shouldn’t have left her alone; I knew she was—”

“S’alright, Lace,” Oliver smiles, his pristine pearly whites instantly put her at ease. “You can’t be with her every second, don’t blame yourself.” his eyes are so warm and full of love, she sees it every time he talks about you. He’s good for you, she thinks. He’s so sweet about you and he’s crazy about you.

“Give her our best.” Eita tells him, putting a hand on Lacey’s shoulder as they descend the stairs. “We’re going to smoke in the garden.”

“Enjoy yourselves, kids.” Oliver smirks, winking at them before chasing after you.

He sees you making yourself comfortable in his room. You’re already undressed, and you don’t care that he can see you. He doesn’t dare look away, either. But you don’t mind. He watches as you put on the mismatched pyjamas you threw into your bag, and he sits beside you on the bed after you collapse backwards onto the mattress.

“I’m gonna change my number,” you whisper. “I should have done that in the first place…”

“Good idea.” he agrees. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his hand rest atop your head, his thumb delicately stroking your forehead again and again. He swears he sees you fall asleep for a second before you scare yourself awake with a too heavy breath. “Should we get you that pizza?”

You nod, lightly.

“I’d like that.”

He’s the perfect gentleman. You’re lucky to know Oli, you think. That’s how you feel anyway, as he watches you in silence while simultaneously encouraging your efforts in getting your schoolwork done.

He was kind, and he was helpful. Telling you that you could take a break or stop all together for the evening when your food arrived. And so, you spent a good while making notes and studying textbooks.

“Atta girl.” he winks at you, teasingly, when you begin to scribble down words onto pages. “I’m proud of you, baby, don’t let that idiot get under your skin.”

“Thanks Oli, I—” you’re cut off by the sound of your phone vibrating. You look over your shoulder and back to the desk you’ve been sitting at for the last 35 minutes. “O-Oli…” you whimper, showing him your phone.

He sets his own phone down on his bedside cabinet as he focuses on yours. It’s them. Oliver takes your phone, eyes furrowed as he debates whether to answer or not - choosing to answer brazenly. He puts it on loudspeaker, if only so you can confirm it is indeed the man who’s been harassing you endlessly.

The breaths are heavy but also stifled. It’s like he’s trying to control himself. He’s trying to be quiet. Oliver looks at you for answers, but you don’t have any for him. You haven’t got a single solitary clue on how to deal with these calls anymore.

Nothing works.

“Keep messing with her, I’ll fuck you up.” he says sternly. He eyes you up to make sure you’re listening to him. He wants you, needs you, to know he’s going to protect you at any cost. “We know who you are, so knock it the fuck off.”

He presses the big red disconnect button and puts your phone down beside you on the desk. He’s a little taken aback when you rush into his arms, your head resting on his firm chest while your arms wrap tightly around his torso. His hand comes down gently on the crown of your head and hear him emit a soft chuckle. You can’t see the small smile etching its way across his face, but you know it’s there.

“I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, okay?” he assures you. You feel like a different person, with him. It’s like you’re having an out of body experience when you find yourself lunging forward on your tippy toes to place your lips against his. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away. Not right away, at least. He holds your shoulders after a few seconds go by. “Where did that come from?” he smirks.

“I don’t know, sorry… I just—” you’re interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. You back away a little, smiling. “Saved by the bell.” you joke.

“I’ll go,” he closes the gap between you again, bending down to capture your lips in a soft, chaste kiss once again. “Find a movie or something, anything you want.” he whispers against your skin before parting from you.

You shiver, slightly, after he closes the door behind himself. The rational side of you knows that you’re fine. Nothing bad is going to happen right now. But you can’t help feeling safer with Oli around.

Maybe that’s why you kissed him.

You’re just so grateful to him.

“We should prob’ly go to sleep.”

You nod, agreeing when you see the time tick tick ticking on the plain black clock above his desk. A few hours had passed since the most recent call. You didn’t even pick a movie, you ended up watching some silly gaming videos on YouTube while you ate together.

It was divine.

And you can’t deny the possibility that it tasted better with a smile on your face and good company.

You get under the covers, your body feeling warmer as you watch Oliver circle the bed to turn off the light. He’d decided to forgo wearing anything to cover his chiselled body, and you suspect he did it on purpose.

The room is plunged into darkness until he uses the flashlight on his phone to guide his way back to bed. The mattress sinks behind you as he gets under the covers, and you only just manage to suppress a yelp when he presses his body against yours. You could quite literally dissolve under the pressure.

He smirks against the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he kisses you there, a desperate mewl escaping you in an instant. His hand rests on the curve of your hip, though his thick fingers begin to sink into your malleable flesh. You can’t even bring yourself to protest as you feel him not so subtly nudge his hips into you. And you can feel him.

“Oli… w-we shouldn’t.” you say, softly, the desperation clinging to your tongue gives away your true feelings instantly. You shouldn’t? That’s your opinion, clearly, as a rough hand winds its way around your body and up the baggy unflattering t-shirt you’d decided to wear.

“Are you sure?” he whispers against the hairs standing on end on the back of your neck. Words formulating in your mouth crumble to pieces when he squeezes the supple flesh of your breasts, alternating between them like he’s deciding which is his favourite. He experimentally rolls one of your nipples between his finger and thumb, and he’s mesmerised by the sound you release and the way you back your ass up against his aching length. He offers his own breathy sound in response. It’s almost a gasp. “You like this?” he wonders aloud despite knowing.

And you could cry as you nod.

It’s been so long since you’ve been touched. Since you’ve been loved.

And why should you put your needs on hold just because you’re a little scared?

“What about just the tip, princess?” he mutters, you feel your panties soak through as gravelly words enter your ear canal. He’s that desperate. He needs you that badly that he’s prepared to settle for just the tip. “Don’t you get it? Don’t you understand how much I need you, baby?”

“We r-really shouldn’t…” you tell him.

Even through the material of the top you’re wearing, you feel his rock hard body pressed heavily into your back. His hard-on makes you dizzy, you may as well be drunk from how much the room is spinning as you do all you can to resist.

“But you want to.” he tells you. He moves you onto your back and cages you in. He brushes his bulging sweats into your heat, his head drooping as he feels so close but so far to what he’s always wanted. Since the very moment he set his sights on you, he wanted this. “I can feel you, princess. You can feel me too, yeah?” he asks.

“Y-Yes, Oli… I feel you.”

“So stop fightin’ it.” he commands, though there’s a level of desperation interlaced with his words. He pulls down his sweats and his cock springs free, slapping against his abs and leaving a sticky smear against his tensing muscles. You whimper when he repeatedly taps his cockhead against your clit, even through the layers you’re wearing to cover it. Your toes curl. “Just the tip, sweetheart. C’mon, for me… been waiting so long for this.”

You don’t even answer before he hooks deft fingers into the waistline of your shorts. He leaves your panties, though. And you yelp as his fingers tease the pretty lace covering your drippy folds. He hums, he moans as his fingers run along the clothed length of your slit.

“You’re fucking soaking, baby. You need this cock, please. Let me fuck you. Why are you tryna deny yourself of a good time?”

And with that, you find yourself nodding dumbly.

He growls at your muted answer. It’s all he needs. It’s all he fucking needs and he’s happy his odd coloured eyes even manage to pick up on the gesture even in the dark. Could he have imagined it? He doesn’t know, nor does he care when your legs spread open for him like a flower once he moves your panties aside. The dewiness is cold against the crease of your thigh, but it’s barely noticeable as Oli spits down on your pulsing clit.

“Just the tip, o-okay?” you stutter.

“Mmm,” he answers. He hisses as your tight cunt swallows him, practically sucking in the head of his cock as soon as your entrance feels him. His eyes lose focus for a second and his breathing is erratic.

It’s happening.

It’s really happening.

He almost loses balance, hands settling on your bent knees so he can stabilise himself. You’ve been playing so hard to get for so long. And even you aren’t sure why.

He cups your face as he lowers his body on top of yours. His lips slot against your own as he kisses you passionately, though he breaks it soon enough.

“’m sorry.” he apologises. And you’re confused, only for a moment, before you feel his full-length plunge into your unprepped walls. Your hands fly to his back, nails digging and scratching over beautiful musculature and marking him like he’s yours “You’re fucking tight, baby.” he chuckles, kissing you again as his hips begin to gyrate.

“Oli, I said—”

“Don’t care.” he argues, already knowing what you’re about to say. “You feel too good. So tight f’me, princess. ‘n I’m making you feel good, yeah? Let me fuck you, stop thinking and take it.” he tells you, hips snapping harder to accentuate his point.

“Nngh—!” you moan, your nails still claw and mark at his back. He chuckles, darkly, as you draw blood. He doesn’t care, not in the least. He hadn’t expected you to be like this, but he can’t say he isn’t enjoying it. He kisses your neck as his thrusts get deeper and harsher. You feel his lips curve as you clench around him tighter.

He’s found your spot.

That perfect spot deep inside of your perfect cunt.

Your tight walls that now he’s certain were made for him to fuck. He pulls out, and it’s so brief. But the way you’re whimpering tells him how much of a good girl you are. You’re trained without even needing to cum. You’ve never been fucked so good.

After all of the sex you had with your ex, you didn’t know missionary could feel like this.

Doggy was always your favourite because it was the only time you could really feel anything with him. But this… you can feel him in your fucking throat. Your mind is blank as he pounds into you again and again at an unrelenting pace.

“Who’s making you feel good?” he mumbles into your ear. You feel close to passing out when he nibbles on your earlobe right after. Your cunt clenches and he laughs because he swears if you do that again you might actually break his cock. “Who’s fucking you so good, hm? Tell me who’s making your pretty pussy purr.”

“Y-You!” you gasp. “Oli, please! Please don’t stop.” you wail.

You can’t even feel embarrassed at the thought of anyone hearing you. Not when he’s dangling your first penetrative orgasm right in front of your face like a donkey with a hanging carrot. You mumble his name like it’s a prayer as he batters into your g-spot as if it were his soul reason for living.

“Waited too fuckin’ long for this,” he admits, the scruff of his facial hair scratches your skin as he gives you a filthy, sordid tongue kiss whilst continuing to assault the button deep within that will lead to your eventual ruin. And it’s close. It’s so fucking close and the two of you can feel it. “First time you’ve been fucked properly. That pathetic ex of yours—”

“D-Don’t,” you warn him, having no desire talking about your potential stalker when you’re so close to reaching your peak.

He grabs your face and squeezes until your lips pucker for him. Your eyes widen as he stares into them. You will listen to what he has to say, he’s making damn sure of it.

“Had a perfect pussy right in his face ‘n he didn’t know what to do with her.” he smirks. “No wonder you didn’t want him anymore.”

“Oli,” you sob. “Oli, please.”

“But I can make you cum.” he tells you. He frees your face and holds his hands under the bends of your knees. You feel every breath in your lungs escape as he folds you in half. He can’t help but laugh, not quite at your expense but it feels like that regardless. Only because he’s shocked. He can’t believe such a simple change could have you cumming so quickly for him. “Good girl, that’s it, baby.” he praises you.

“Haah, hah, aaaah! O-Oli! Mmmpf—!” you gasp, creaming around him pathetically as he drills his length in and out of you.

“I’ll make you cum t-that hard. Every fucking time, princess.” he stutters as he nears his own end. He isn’t sure, but he’s almost certain he sees your eyes cross as you cum for him. God you’re such a slut. He can’t believe you’ve been acting so coy and hard to get for so long. You’ll be addicted, now. You won’t be able to get enough now that you’ve experienced what a good fuck can really do for you. “Fuck. Fuuuuu-ck…” he finishes, still thrusting into you.

The warmth you feel coat your insides has your self esteem at an all time high. And you hate how much of a simple-minded girl you really are. As if guys won’t cum in anything they stick their dicks in if given the chance. And, still, you feel so special that Oliver Aiku chose you to be his own personal cum dump for the night.

His sweet words and ability to make you unravel make you feel more meaningful to him than you really are. He kisses you repeatedly before collapsing by your side. His seed dribbles out of your spent cunt and, now, you feel disgusting. But it doesn’t take long for him to catch his breath and move to spoon you again. He puts his softening length back inside, intent on keeping you plugged up with the goal of falling asleep like this.

“T-Thank you… Oli…” you whisper.

He doesn’t speak.

But a sweet kiss on your shoulder is all you needed from him.

“Oliver.” you whisper.

He grunts in response, and that’s all. You consider saying his name again. You consider saying it a little louder this time so he’ll hear you. But instead, you drop it. If anything, it’s probably a blessing. You raise your head a little to check where all of your belongings are. If he’s so out of it that he can’t even respond to his name, you should take the chance to sneak out before anyone can tease you about your antics.

You’re expecting an earful from Lacey. She’ll want to talk about every sordid detail. And, truthfully, you’d rather die. You’re embarrassed. You’re ashamed of yourself for even having sex on your mind when you’re dealing with a stalker.

The thought of the other guys seeing you is filling you with embarrassment, too. You know already without even seeing them that everyone knows what you did. You were so loud, both of you were. And in the moment, you didn’t care. Oliver didn’t either, but he’ll wake up not caring too.

Guys that hadn’t heard you fucking will have definitely been told by now. You’ll be greeted by smirks and torment on your way out of the frat. You should have known this would end up happening. It’s been obvious how much Oliver wanted this for a long time, and you held off, but last night you were weak.

So weak, and now you want to runaway from the scene of the crime.

You’re taken aback as you try and get out of bed but you’re pulled straight back into Oliver’s arms.

“Where’d you think you’re going?” he asks.

Fuck.

As if he couldn’t get any sexier, of course his morning voice is hot. It’s coarse and rugged and you instinctively melt back into his arms. You’ll tell him. You will tell him that you’re leaving. Right after you grind on him a little bit.

Just a little bit.

“I h-have to go,” you lie. “I’ve got things to do, Oli.”

“Mmm, don’t care. Got morning wood, feel it?” he asks. His arm snakes around your body and his palm flattens against your stomach so that your ass is pressed against his erection once again. “Can’t go ‘til you do something about it.”

“Oli I, aah, fu—! N-Not fair…” you mewl as his fingers dip into your panties and his fingers begin to play with your silky clit.

“Suck me off.” he commands, his touches on your clit become lighter and lighter until he stops completely. “I’ll finger you ‘til you’re droolin’ if you suck this cock f’me, princess.” he stuffs his wet fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself. It catches you off guard, and you sputter around them. But as he continues to finger fuck your face, you begin to mewl around his thick digits. “Good girl, just suck my cock like that.”

He reaches behind his head and throws a pillow to the ground for you. He lifts you so you’re facing him, and can’t quite believe how seamlessly he manages to carry and move you exactly where he wants.

And then you remember, he’s experienced.

He sits on the edge of the bed whilst your legs are wrapped around his waist as you make out. He bites your lip and encourages you to drop to the ground. You nod, reluctantly, worried that you won’t be able to give the performance he’s hoping for.

But regardless, he watches as you move the pillow across the floor and between his feet so you can kneel on it.

You whimper a little as your legs widen as you kneel, feeling last nights ejaculate slowly drip out of you and onto his fresh, pristine pillow. He doesn’t care, though. His dick is soaked from your cunt and his pre. And it’s all you can think about as he lightly slaps it against your nose and lips.

Your jaw loosens and your mouth is a perfect ‘O’ shape for him to slot into. His fingers lace through your hair as he slowly lowers you onto his cock. You hadn’t noticed in the dark, but he’s uncircumcised. You’ve never seen a dick like his before.

Your hand wraps around his length as you take him into your mouth, but you soon pull away again. You can’t believe how much easier it is to work someone with foreskin.

He smirks, seeing the thoughts go through your head. He’s so sensitive and receptive and you’re clueless. He’s practically putty in your hands and yet you think he’s the one in control. You’re so cute and naïve.

He loves girls like you.

“Suck it, princess.” he commands. “S’not a toy, y’know. Suck my dick clean.”

You clear your throat before sinking down onto his length once again, finding a steady rhythm to suck and lick and take him down your throat. He’s average length, but he’s girthy. It’s hard to take, honestly. Compared to your pencil-dicked ex, your eyes are watering and you’re doing anything and everything not to choke or gag.

He sees it, too, he’s got a perfect view as he tugs at your hair to make sure you’re keeping eye contact with him as you suck him dry.

“That’s a good slut,” he smirks through a heavy breath. “Take this dick, jus’ like that…” he continues.

Your thighs squeeze together as he degrades you. You don’t like it, you don’t like that you’ve become a slut after being his princess. But at the same time, you love it. You want to hear it again. So you take him deeper. And deeper.

“Such a dumb girl letting that loser ex of yours stick his dick in you.” he says, licking his lips as he pushes your head lightly. His chest rises and falls rapidly as the pressure of his hand intensifies until your nose brushes against brunette curls, and then squishes against his pubis. “And now he’s stalking you… what do you think he’d do if he knew you were sucking this cock?” he asks, his voice breathy and desperate as his hips start to buck.

You try to pull away, but the barely trying effort of his hand keeping you in place is somehow stronger. He coos as you stutter, struggling to breathe through the desperation.

“Breathe through your nose, stupid.” he tells you. “Good cock makes pretty girls like you real dumb.” he smiles.

He yanks at your hair until you’re fully removed from his cock. Pre and dribble pools from your mouth as you gasp desperately. You want to be mad at him, you want to tell him not to speak to you like that.

But you can’t.

Not when his lips are on yours and you feel yourself getting off from the idea of him tasting himself on your tongue. You’re breathless and out of words when he breaks it momentarily, and the sound of tacky masturbation is like a tidal wave in your ears.

“My pretty little slut, aren’t you?” he asks, kissing you again before you can answer. You can’t answer when your head is so empty. Is that really what you are? It doesn’t matter, you suppose. He’s already decided for you. “God, don’t you have any self-respect? Don’t you think you deserve better than being a stupid slut for me?”

His face contorts as he jerks himself harder and faster. You’re too busy thinking about his question to notice, though. You suck his tip into your mouth before he forces you away. His intimidating glare telling you that he’s looking for an answer this time.

“M-Maybe…” you pout, eyes wet and wide as you wonder aloud. Do you deserve better? Isn’t this all your good for? He’ll keep you safe, at least. He seems to like you more than any other girl on campus. He’s the best fuck you’ve ever had and you’re way more into him than you’d ever let on.

And just the as word leaves your lips, he’s moaning boisterously. Your face painted in white, pearly cum. A showing of just how much worth you have in his eyes. It feels almost endless as he gives you a full facial, hissing as it drips from your eyelash and into your eye.

He scrapes some of it from your face and force feeds it into your mouth.

You’re disgusting, too, because you suck without question.

“Fuck, you’re nasty.” he laughs. He lifts you up from the ground and tosses you onto the bed with little care. You almost want to cry from the stinging sensation you feel in your eye. You should have left when you had the chance. Instead you’re starting off the morning and Oliver Aiku’s cum rag. You don’t feel much better when he throws your shorts at you. “Clean yourself up.”

You try your best, focusing the material around your eye area as you try to do some sort of damage control. You see him tuck his dick into his sweats with your unaffected eye, and he swaggers towards the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” you ask.

“I’ll get you a towel, wait here.” he tells you.

He hastens down the stairs and walks into the kitchen. The frat is bare, he suspects most of the guys must still be in bed. Though as soon as he rounds the corner, he notices Eita sitting at the kitchen table. They share a knowing smirk, silently celebrating the fact that Oliver finally got what he wanted out of you.

Oliver pours himself a bowl of cereal, leaning against the counter as he crunches it between his teeth. Eita looks up from his phone after a few moments of silence and finally speaks.

“Did you fuck her, then? Or—”

“Fucked her stupid. ‘n she sucked me off this morning.” he smirks, slurping the milk on his spoon as he thinks about your pretty face covered in his seed. “All thanks to you, my friend.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eita laughs, pulling a cigarette from behind his ear and igniting it with a lighter from his pocket.

“No no, really, thank you.” he laughs, “I got to be her knight in shining armour when you called her last night. She was so easy to fuck after that.” he grins, holding a fist out for him to bump. Eita chuckles, trading which hand holds his cigarette before returning the gesture.

“You’re such a sick fuck.” Eita laughs, scrolling through his phone. “Look,” he shows his screen to Oliver. He can only laugh when he sees yet another article about the psycho serial killer that has made your anxiety worse than it already would be with a stalker on the loose.

“I’m not the one killing girls, am I?” Oliver comments, “Just scaring one girl with some heavy breathing.” he shrugs.

Even he isn’t twisted enough to think whoever this local serial killer is isn’t completely fucked up. But he can’t deny that it started happening at the perfect time. After he set his plan in motion to be your stalker. After he planted a seed in your mind that he’d always be there for you if you needed him. He’d always protect you no matter what happened, and he wasn’t about to let this stalker get to you.

You fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. You’re even starting to suspect your stupid limp dick ex because he told you to suspect him. Oliver Aiku, the guy who’s always around when you need him most. The guy who’s always just a phone call or text message away. The guy who’s always offered to be by your side and jump in harms way to protect you.

Oliver wasn’t even on your radar.

Perfect Oliver.

Sweet Oliver.

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brbiekiss · 1 month ago

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heartbreak summer ft, sae itoshi

currently playing ♪ playlist — heartbreak summer ♪

pairing. sae itoshi x f!reader

summary. after your friend finds out her recent ex has been in the news tabloids with yet another girl, your idea of get back turns your entire night into an unfortunate series of events with the final outcome landing you directly in front of re al’s star football player, and you’re about to kiss him.

warnings. smut, swearing, toxic relationships & behaviour (not too much from sae surprisingly), angst

୨୧. chapter two, blackout

you have no idea how it happened. for a moment you was searching for kaia, who had mysteriously disappeared after oliver aiku spotted her in the club, dragging her away. and the next moment, your hands were in some man’s hair, was it auburn? brunette? your face itching closer and closer to his as he held the side of your face with one hand, and the other on your hip, dangerously itching somewhere you know shouldn’t be.

god, your head was fuzzy.

you remember gripping onto his shirt a little, trying to balance yourself, the thought of drinking so much being a bad idea lingering in your head for a moment. you looked up at him, those eyes are gorgeous, this man is beautiful.

and just like that, your lips were on his, his hands a little firmer as he held you in place as he kissed you, noticing your lack of balance. you couldn’t help but tug his hair slightly as he ran his tongue on the bottom of you lip, causing him to let out a quiet, but deep breath, smirking down at you. he then pulled away for a second, catching the breath you just took from him as he rested his hand between the nape of your neck.

“do you want to come back to mine, amor?”, he speaks in a soft, velvety tone, his head tilted slightly.

you pause, frowning, “ew no..”, causing his brows to raise slightly and the corners of his mouth daring to twitch into a soft smile.

6:48 am

the feeling of your head throbbing and the scratchiness of your throat causes your eyes to squint while your brain finally registers the brightness coming through the blinds, “what the fuck..”

you move your arms, sitting yourself up slightly on your bed, looking around to see your still in the clothes from the night before, with the feeling of makeup still on your skin and wait, is that-

“what the fuck?!”, you half yell, seeing a shirtless man sleeping way too peacefully in your own bed.

“huh?”, he frowns, his eyes half open now, squinting to look at you, “oh, g’morning.”

morning?!?

“why are you in my bed..?”, you ask, confused.

“i came home with you.”, he says. bit creepy.

“we didn’t- did we?”, you ask in pure confusion again. your clothes were on, but here was some random shirtless man in your bed, you couldn’t think of any other reason why he’d be here.

“no, we just slept.”, he makes himself comfortable on your bed, looking at you as he answers.

“right… okay.”, you pause, trying to comprehend what even happened last night.

“well, if you just wanna… grab that.. and like, leave?”, you say, your eyes roaming your room before bending down and grabbing his shirt, throwing it at him.

he looks down as you throw his shift, looking back up at you, his eyes weirdly innocent, “oh you want me to go?”

obviously?, “um.. yes.”

he pauses for a moment, as if he was contemplating something, tilting his head at you, it was cute actually.

“why?”

you frown at him, baffled by his pure obliviousness or whether he was just being difficult.

“i don’t want you here anymore, i have roommates.”

“oh, okay.”, he says like he finally understands, “do you want my-“

you cut him off quickly, “no!”, you pause, “um.. no thanks, we don’t need to do that.”

“damn, okay.”, he says, finally putting his shirt back on, getting up from her bed and grabbing his phone.

“you know where the door is?”

“yeah, i know.”, he states, walking past you before giving you a final look, leaving your vision as you hear the front door open then close.

you sigh loudly, rubbing your forehead before walking over to the mirror of your vanity, looking at yourself, “oh yikes.”

the next day

navigation. heartbreak summer

next chapter. three

authors note. thank you sm for everyone reading 🫶🏻 i genuinely love writing this story. also sae is so awkward in this im giggling 😭

taglist. @vaelils @shironagi

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rensukepie · 4 months ago

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kuroo tetsurou w/ c, d, k / isagi yoichi + barou shohei w/ d, p, k

miya osamu w/ c, d, k / iwaizumi hajime w/ d, k, h

keiji akaashi w/ c, d, f / ikki niko w/ j, k, m

miya atsumu w/ c, d, j /nagi seishiro w/ c, s, o /chigiri hyoma w/ k, p, v

michael kaiser w/ d, j, v /oliver aiku w/ k, d, x /alexis ness w/ c, d, w

michael kaiser w/ h, d, x /otoya eita w/ f, g, y

𑜞𑇓࿐۫ ✧ blue lock fluff 𑜞𑇓࿐۫ ✧

sae itoshi who…

i don’t wanna talk about anything.

#masterlist #bllk x you #blue lock x reader smut #bllk x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock #bllk smut #bllk #blue lock x female reader

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dollbrbie · 4 days ago

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ how to break a player’s heart ft, oliver aiku

paring. college au | oliver aiku x f!reader

summary. as a former female player, you can sort of respect oliver aiku’s game. but as a girl’s girl, you can’t help but loathe the man for the amount of tears he’s caused all these girls to shed. so after an encounter with him yourself, and the convincing from multiple girls, you decide to give this player his well deserved karma.

story content. player!oliver & player!reader, alcohol use, drug use mentioned, smut, angst, fluff, crack, toxic behaviours, swearing

ᢉ𐭩 — series masterlist

୨୧. chapter zero, playlist

୨୧. chapter zero, character profiles

୨୧. chapter one, oliver aiku must die

୨୧. chapter two, game on

୨୧. chapter three, strawberry milkshake

୨୧. chapter four, women in men’s fields | smut mdni

author’s note. new series!! i’m lowkey turning into an oliver girl like that man is so sexy i need him. will be posting the chapters soon, so feel free to ask to be apart of the taglist 😽

taglist. @90s-belladonna @aldebrana @loveyislost @seishroo @tojirin @purinipod @lilsebnem @heartcam @kyutiipie @ankol-heap @certifiedbedrotter @kxtsukixoxo @hannimissesherbackbone @vayahatesu @mshope16 @rinniebinniebay @vextyyx @haruhi269 (open)

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bitchimasnake-sss · 24 days ago

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☆ trophy real wife?!

part 02 to trophy wife! [so, read that first!] synopsis: you, your husband — oliver aiku — and a marriage of convenience. what could possibly go wrong? after three years of being nothing more than his trophy wife, after three years of casual pleasantries and faux love, after three years of ignoring you — why was oliver aiku backing you into the wall and telling you he needed you now? isn't it a bit too late for that... or is it not? pairing: afab!reader x oliver aiku [aged up.] wc: 3.3k cw: NOT PROOFREAD. MDNI. mutual pining. both of them are pretty pathetic. marriage of convenience trope. SMUT SMUT SMUT. nsfw contains: fingering, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), sorta size kink, pussydrunk!aiku [YES AIKU IS HIS FIRST NAME.], aiku has a baby-fever, sorta breeding kink, penetration, doin' it raw, they're both stupid, thats it. m.list

࣪ ִֶָ☾. part 03 [contd.]: through their eyes. incident: we finally fucked?! [NOT clickbait.]

"i want you."

you were sure there were curses that were more easier to hear, jinxes more easy to accept, and fates worse than this. and yet, as your legal husband said those words, it felt nothing more than a mean, little jab right where your heart was supposed to be.

"you... want me?" you repeated, your own words coming back to you half-disdained, half-confused.

"yes. yes." the dual-tone haired man nodded feverishly, stretching out his hands towards you as if the desolate action would make you believe him.

and truly, you should believe him, right? but you didn't.

a pitiful scoff made to your lips, a bitter taste leaving its residue down your throat and your tongue, covering your teeth in a thick layer. you repeated, "you want me?"

"yes." the man heaved out again, taking a step towards you with aching limbs. his breath stuttered past his rosy lips, and his gaze bore into yours as if that would make you change your mind, "d'you— do you not believe... me?"

"are you drunk?"

"no." aiku pleaded his case again, despite this time it was true. he wasn't drunk. he bravely took a step forward again, "i'm not drunk. trust me."

searching your face for anything — scrutiny, anger, betrayal, love, anything, he repeated, "do you not... trust me?"

"i don't." you nodded sincerely, your words as bitter as the taste in your mouth, "you're only trustworthy under a contract."

"listen, listen." and maybe oliver aiku was fighting a lost battle, maybe he truly was... but he would be a fool to let you slip by when he had you so close, "i know you don't believe me b-but i'm not drunk, i-i mean— i mean what i'm saying."

"that after three years of marriage, you want me?" you stepped forward now, crossing the short, convenient distance between you two. narrowing your gaze and tipping your head back to look at the man you called your husband, you almost snarled out, "why now? are you tired of fucking jessica? or crystal? or fucking anybody and everybody else? huh?"

despite knowing better, oliver clasped your smaller hands in his, holding on tightly lest you push him away and run far away. he snuck in a quick breath before spluttering out the pathetic truth, "th-there's no... jessica, or-or cystal."

"seriously—"

"—'m serious." his hands gently squeezed yours as he repeated, "'m dead serious."

you stared up at the man and your jaw sagged open just so slowly, "what do you even mean?"

"i've never—" oliver paused, clenching his eyes shut for a second before prying them open to face you, "i haven't slept with anyone else since we've married."

what? even for a liar, he was crossing a line.

"but the," your fingers itched, your palms grew sweaty under his grasp, "the affairs?"

"lies." he inched closer to you, dipping his face towards you slowly as his voice dialed down into a whimper, "all lies."

his lips were so close to yours, just barely an inch away. you could take the leap and bend forward and kiss him, but instead you sought the truth instead, "why'd you... lie?"

and the man found himself laughing at the absurdity of the truth, "what would i have done? tell you that... i think i like you? like you more than meaningless affairs and one-night stands?"

"you like... me?" your eyes scanned over his twitching eyebrows, down his heterochrome eyes, and the slope of his nose that was scrunched up ever-so-slightly. his lips were still so close, and all you had to do was lean forward and—

but you didn't.

"of course i did." the man admitted in shuddering breaths, "i- i do. but i was the one who made the rules—" maybe it was your imagination but you felt like oliver aiku had inched half an inch closer to you, his lips at a hairsbreadth distance now. he kept talking, "i made the rule — no falling in love. so, how could i- i didn't expect you to reciprocate my feelings. i didn't wanna hurt me or you—"

"—you made me think," your lips almost ghosted his, "that my own husband was out rampantly fucking multiple women—" he winced and yet your venom-coated words couldn't be stopped, "—right in front of me, and you're saying you didn't wanna hurt me?"

"it's stupid in hindsight."

"it was stupid in foresight as well."

"'m sorry." and just like that there was barely a quarter of an inch between you two.

his breath was hot against yours, the smell of liquor intoxicating in the worst ways when mixed with his cologne.

"'m sorry." he repeated, and you kept your eyes on his irises lest you give into the temptations and kiss him first. your words were a steady whisper, "what for?"

"this."

and just like that his lips were on yours again, and despite all the anger that bubbling through your veins and threatening to pour out of any available orifice as lava, you kissed him back.

"'m sorry," the man mumbled, letting go of your hands and pushing you back towards he bed. his hushed chant continued between every desperate kiss, "'m sorry, 'm s-orry,"

"you—" his lips slotted themselves against yours, catching your breath within his system, "y-ou should be."

"i am."

you found yourself sitting at the edge of the bed, slowly laying down as the hulking man poured his body weight over you. caging you under his muscled body, oliver aiku kissed down the edge of your lips and then down your jaw, "forgive me."

with whatever half-cognizant mind, you mumbled "n-no."

but he drank down whatever syrupy sweet reservations you had, pressing his body weight down against you till the weight comfortably sat over every cell of your body.

"'m gonna take your dress off now," your husband whispered, placing soft kisses at the edge of your jaw. you nodded, allowing him to slip off the silken dress off your soft body in a swift movement.

the fabric bunched at your hips and you raised your pelvis, at which oliver pulled down the dress and threw it somewhere irrelevant.

bringing down a shaky hand at your hip, he barely met your gaze, "i-m gonna touch you, okay?"

"stop stalling." your impatient hands pulled one of his to your chest, placing the broad palm to the barely clothed mound, "fuck me like you mean it, aiku."

and at your rough command, a beast came alive within the shell of your husband. swift hands all but tearing the fabric against your chest, "f-uck, seriously?"

but he didn't give you any moment to respond, eagerly putting his mouth on one of your breasts, sucking on the pert bud.

"sh-aiku." but he was deaf to any warnings, playfully nipping at the bud as his fingers pulled another. letting go with a pop! he re-enacted his little trick on the other one, finding immense joy in teasing you at the whims of his fingers and tongue.

"aiku, move."

"mhm," the man hummed, letting go just to lick a lazy stripe on the swell of your chest, "this is fun."

but maybe the man remembered that you were still mad at him, so, he didn't stretch it. trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your torso, he kept mumbling against your soft skin, "you smell s'nice."

warmth spread to your cheeks, your eyes clenching shut at the feeling of his saliva on your heated body, "sh-shut up."

as if to prove his point, the man buried his face against your thigh, inhaling the scent and licking the skin experimentally, "but you do, babe."

"don't call me babe."

one hand of yours came to oliver's locks. grasping the tendrils, you pulled at them, begging him to move along.

oliver laughed, something breathy and seductive, "what else then? what d'you want me to call ya, ma?" placing soft kisses on your inner thigh, he swiped his sultry tongue over the wettened patch on your panties, "love?dar-ling?"

your body twitched dangerously. fingers grabbing the hair impossibly tighter, you all but buried him against your desperate cunt, "shut up."

but how could oliver aiku shut up? how could he, after years and years of pining, after what seemed of decades of distance between you? he had you now. oliver aiku had you now. so how could he ever let go?

pulling the panties aside with his teeth, his hot breath came to fan against your gushing pussy.

"fuuuck," low-decibels haunted you as oliver swiped the pad of his thumb against your fluttering clit, and you coughed up a shiver.

"you're a virgin, ma?" oliver asked next, and you quickly shook your head, "no."

and despite the heavy pang in his chest, he tried to be a rational adult. "me either."

you almost rolled your eyes. everyone knew he wasn't a virgin. for fucks' sake, he was the u-20 captain, he thinks you don't know what that does to a woman?

"but i mean..." he sucked a breath through his teeth, looking up at you playfully, "we haven't fucked in three years, we're practically virgins now."

well, for a 'practical' virgin, he sure knew a lot.

"c'mon," the man huffed, his heterochrome eyes lazily soaking in your bunched features, "cum f'me again, baby."

your fists clenched, your face turning to the side and burying itself against the once-clean sheets. the smell of laundry infiltrated your figure, and your head spun.

well, it could be the smell of laundry, or the mere fact that your husband was curling his digits within your velvety hole in a wicked rhythm.

your toes curled, moans ripping out of your voice-box with each calculated stroke of his, and at your disheveled state, the man goaded, "feel good, ma?"

the audacity that man possessed astounded you even if your dumb-founded state. how could he ask you that knowing he was on his way to practically imprint his name on every nerve cells of his?

and despite you not having the energy nor sense to answer him — or cuss him out — you managed a nod.

"i know," he dragged the syllables much like he dragged his stubble down your inner thigh in a scratchy line. you shuddered under his actions again, and oliver aiku managed to feel victorious as your snug cunt pulsated around his drenched digits.

"a-aiku," you heaved, finally caving in the unrelenting spasms of your muscles, "feels- it feels mhm... good."

"yeah?" and if you could have managed to open your eyes, you would have seen his irises molded to shape of hearts as he stared at you. he increased his tempo, diving the fingers in and out of you in a lewd dance.

"say," his voice was hushed, as if the darkest thoughts allowed to see the light of the day after eons, "have you... thought about this? us like this?"

you opened your mouth, but nothing came through.

letting his knuckles brush over your lips, he asked again — this time a bit more impatient, more wretched with each passing second, "tell me... have you?"

"y-yeah." you nodded, despite the clenched eyes and ticking jaw.

"when?"

"i-" your words died at the tip of your tongue as your every fiber in your muscles ached for another release.

finding his wife tongue-tied and fucked-out at the tip of his digits, the situation didn't bother your husband much. instead, the man found himself babbling at his personal altar, "'cause i have thought about this— so many fucking times."

he sucked in a shaky breath, eyes never letting go of the soft expression of your face, "whenever i saw you—" another strained breath, "whenever you- you were just around me... god, there was nothing more than i wanted than to—"

he somehow fastened the pace of his fingers, and as your lips parted to let out achy moans of his name, oliver aiku found himself flattening his tongue against the hood of your clit.

"ohmygod—" your toes curled, back arching at the sudden assault of the tip of his tongue against your sensitive nub. the added stimulus blinded you, your muscles going slack and your vision going black at the way he kept fucking you on his digits.

as you came, oliver aiku laughed. the air hit your cunt in rough pangs, and your tried to close your thighs, trying to pry the man off of yourself.

but his beefy arms came to halt your desperate attempts at salvation. he hummed against your heat, relishing in his casual victory, "no. don't try to stop me now..."

and at the dangerous lilt in his usually easy-going words, you opened your teary eyes to look at his face. there — perched against your cunt like a man who had received nirvana, yet had been maddened at the same time — was your husband.

"don't, ma." he gave you a syrupy, sweet smile, "been waitin' so long for this."

and what else could you have done except nodded when he was so sweet to you?

now, pressing down a broad palm on your stomach right where his tip was fucking into you, oliver aiku almost laughed again, "s-shit, feel me there?"

your head was thrown back, legs locked around his waist as you let the pro-player fuck your pliant cunt, "y-yeah."

"good." the man grinned, tightening his grasp on the sheets as he used all of his strength to fuck into your overstimulated core. sweat drops danced down the plane of his handsome face, "y'know wh-what i want?"

you stared up at him, your eyes locked against his, "what?"

"fuck a— fuck my child into you," he pressed down at the bulge, and your eyes widened at his primal words, "wh-what?"

"yeah." oliver brought his face down, carefully nipping at your jaw with ragged breaths to follow, "yeah, 'm gonna do that."

at his candied promises, you found yourself digging your heels into his back with half a thought, "b-but we can't."

"why not?" he met your eyes again, deepening each stroke of his dick within your pussy till he felt his tip all but kiss your womb, "y-you don't want a kid?"

"i-i do bu—" and oliver didn't let you respond, eagerly raising the tempo at which his dick was ruining you, "so le-let me give you hah— fuck, a kid."

god, weren't you confusing? because even with all sense of yourself destroyed, you held onto those stupid rules.

you babbled on, "th-the ngh— rules."

and maybe oliver aiku was getting meaner, cause he found the same hand that had been pressing down the bulge in your stomach to come deliver a mean smack to your cunt, "fuck that shit."

hissing, and maybe finding some remorse in his actions, he gently thumbed your clit. kissing down your pouty lips, his words mushed together, "iwan— a kid."

still rubbing delirious figures against your swollen clit, he hummed, "you'd look— s-sho pretty with my kid, right?"

with electricity tainting every vein, and blood roaring in your ears, you found it easier just to agree with him, "mhm."

"yeah," oliver aiku kissed you again, and then again, and then once more for good measure, "all pr-etty, and fuck, round with my kid."

his hips stuttered, and his breath followed in false falsettos of your name, "sh-shit—"

locking your aching legs around him again, you nodded feverishly, "i-inside, please..?"

god, you didn't even have to ask him twice in that shaky voice of yours because oliver aiku was already painting your sodden walls white with each thrust of his.

hissing through his teeth, and clenching his jaw, he used up the last of his sanity to kiss you, "—mmhph loveya, l-love you s'much."

draping his entire body over yours, he kissed you till he felt ready to trade each little trace of oxygen in his body for you instead.

half-aware of your nails digging in his muscled shoulders, you tried to pry him off and stop the slow rock of his hips against your molten core, "s-stop, aiku. 'mtired."

"sa-say it back," the man heaved. his lips were painted in your shared glistening strings of saliva, his eyebrows bunched and face laden with sweat, "say you love me."

"i-" and with his request, whatever tattered sense of semblance you had came rushing to you. staring at him with your face flushed and hair matted, you nodded, "i love you."

he collapsed over you, his muscled body settling over yours as his as he repeated, "you do, right?"

"mhm," you nodded, trying to ignore the desolate pleas in his syllables by answering back, "i-i do."

"say y-you wan' a kid with me, right?"

"yeah."

"good— ah." and despite your absolute belief that your torment had come to a sweet end, your husband flipped you on top.

supporting your jelly-like limbs with his muscled ones, the man grinned like a devil-incarnate, "then, a round or two won't hurt."

"aiku—" you whined and the man pulled you towards himself. pressing a messy kiss to your kiss-bitten lips, he laughed again, "can't?"

you nodded, resting your head in the crook of his neck, "can't."

running a soothing palm up and down your back, he softly kneaded at the bunched muscles, "okay, want me to run you a bath?"

you tilted your face upwards to meet his, and there was a silence between you — not the strained kind, like all those years ago — just silence.

finally finding some finality in your words, you asked him, "did you really not see anyone else? jes- all those girls... they were made up?"

and when your husband sighed, you saw the slightest hint of red sewn against his skin, "yeah, all made up."

"and... you like me?"

rubbing circles onto your feverish skin, he mumbled, "pretty sure it's— um, it's more than just 'like'." he paused for a second before deciding it was his turn to be the interrogator, "d'you? like me... i mean?"

and despite remembering the words you both uttered to each-other moments prior, you chose to settle down comfortably against his chest, "yeah."

"that's... nice." you couldn't see his face, yet you could feel the gummy smile accompanying his words.

"i guess..."

under you, your husband cleared his throat, "uh, i'll go run you a bath."

and as he tried to shift under you, your found yourself shaking your head, "let's jus' stay like this? for a few more minutes, please?"

oliver aiku pushed your hair back, running his fingers softly through your scalp, "whatever you want, ma."

somewhere between the heat radiating off of your body, and the soft rise and fall of his chest — you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

oliver aiku kept running his fingers through your scalp, bringing the digits down to your shoulders and then down your back. for a moment, he watched at you awestruck for he finally had you in his arms. as if to be sure, he squeezed his broad palms around your soft arms, and for the nth time for the night, oliver aiku smiled.

"goodnight." he found himself whispering into the night air, carefully drawing the comforter up to your bare skin and holding you close. "i love you."

you didn't answer, instead choosing to snuggle against the pro-player with a satisfied sigh.

"yeah yeah, i know you love me too."

now, could oliver aiku undo the three years he had wasted pining after you? no. but could oliver aiku love you for however long he may live? also, no.

just kidding.

you could tell him 'kys' and he would. not sure if that's a good or a bad thing, though.

good luck on your marriage with this liar loser! you both are now free from the previous terms and conditions of your marriage! how lucky!

a/n: was this worth the wait? lmao, probably not but i swear i tried. okay? i did. if anything y'all are crazy for having expectations so this was your own fault okay? #gaslight #gatekeep #girlboss. tagging: @parkquimin @egotisticallock @mrcil @dolychan @jaegerslut @kingluckas @t0mi33 @comet-kun @lovemyfamily4ever-blog @moodswing101 @5hoe1 @scara-simp69 @sikuthealien @sunnyviewsblog @midnight204619 @nishiddeonu @adollsdarkdiary @kaiserismine @luvvly-lydia @ch3rrybabyang3l @mutsu422 @elpo1111 @uknowmenoudont @lvrndkoo @sojurumi @enepsigosthelast @cth-l @alhaith4ms @kensqueent @caelivir @what-the-dark-has-foretold @luminarysol @bidaichi @the-lazyyy-artist [insanee how many people i had to tag so tysm for reading <3]

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kingkunigami · 1 year ago

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— hate you

You hate Oliver Aiku more than anything, if only he’d believe you.

Of course Oliver Aiku would be the first and only man to have me use the word ‘cunny’, but that’s the reason why we hate him right? Right—

Pairing: Aiku Oliver x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, hate sex, Oliver uses the word ‘cunny’ once, semi-public sex, dirty talk, no prep, creampie (reader tells him not to cum inside but he’s a prick).

Word Count: 2k.

You hate Oliver Aiku. Loathe him entirely. It’s as though this man exists to make your life miserable— and to destroy the battery in your vibrator, not that he ever needs to know that.

“Do you even know what the offside rule is, sweetheart?” He practically spat, his large form towering over you as he looked to intimidate you.

But it would never work. You were used to the same chauvenistic bullshit time and time again, by men who were far more powerful than Oliver Aiku. Remaining strong as you kept the flag high in the air and stood your ground, maintaining your verdict that the footballer was offside.

“I wouldn’t want a refresher from someone that doesn’t know what it is either.” You quipped coolly, watching his brows furrow as he kicked the ball towards Isagi in irritation.

And you tell yourself that the only reason why you’ve attended this stupid party in the first place was to annoy the centre back, and remind him that there’s no one else you hate more than him.

“Can you two just fuck already?” Chris Prince nudged your shoulder as he caught you looking across the room at Oliver, “You’re putting me off my pint.”

“I’d rather die.” You scoffed, chugging the rest of your drink before making your way towards the bathroom.

There’s no way you’d ever want to fuck a man like Oliver Aiku. He’s a misogynistic jerk that doesn’t deserve an ounce of your time, and you’ll spend the rest of your days reminding him of the fact. Worth nothing more than masturbation material as you rub your clit raw to try and get a quick release, replaying your sordid fantasies in your mind while you lay awake at night.

Or at least that’s what you try to convince yourself, as you now find yourself pressed against the bathroom wall by one extremely arrogant looking Oliver Aiku.

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me all night, babygirl.” He teases, closing the door behind him.

“Don’t call me that,” You glower, but the cocky lilt to his voice had your clit betraying you. Stowing the sound of it away in the sordid core of your brain for later when you’d settle in bed with your trusty toy.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” He coos, placing his cup down on the corner of the bathroom sink as he corners you.

“I hate you,” The words are laced with venom as he cages you against the wall. The downstairs bathroom holds barely enough space for one person, nevermind Oliver’s hulking form. His broad shoulders box you in, and if you wanted to escape there would be nowhere to go— at least that’s what you tell yourself as you lean into his touch.

His lips ghost yours, and you can feel the warmth of him laced with a mixture of beer and far too much cologne. It leaves you feeling dizzy and disorientated as he invades your space. His palm circles your neck as he tilts your chin with his thumb, pressing the faintest butterfly kiss against your glossy lips as he gives you a chance to pull away. And you should, because you fucking hate him, right? But you don’t.

Oliver is ravenous as he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his grip against you firm as he holds you in place. It’s difficult to think as he swipes his tongue against your parted lips, trying to delve deeper as he searches for entrance. Lashing against your teeth as you let him in, swallowing the groan that forms in your throat as he deepens the kiss.

Your legs feel like jelly as your thankful for his frame keeping you upright, your hands fist into the cotton of his shirt as you pull him closer. Your nose knocks against his clumsily as you feel him palm your clothed breast, slotting his thigh between your legs as he presses himself against your core.

You can’t help yourself— can’t stop your hips from jerking as you grind yourself against pure muscle, desperate to give some needed stimulation to your throbbing cunt. You can feel Oliver’s grin against your mouth as you pull away, licking his lips childishly to taste the saccharine of your gloss against his tongue. The messy pink hue tints his skin as he shamelessly slips his hands beneath your skirt to pull your soaked panties down.

You should tell him off when he pockets them without question, chastise him for being such an asshole. But the thoughts fall on deaf ears the moment his slender fingers brush through your messy folds.

“I hate you,” You repeat, although the venom has virtually disappeared to be replaced by the desperate sigh that escapes past your lips.

“Sure feels like you fucking hate me, sweetheart.” He groans, shamelessly prodding at your tight hole as it pulses in response, inviting him in like a tempting siren ushering a sailor to his death. Dragging the moisture from your weeping hole to press it against your puffy clit, stealing more pretty sounds from your throat.

“I do.” The words leave your lips as though you’re trying to convince yourself of a truth to them, sounding them against your tongue before licking your glossed lips.

He’s quick to undo his buckle, letting it hang in the loops of his jeans as he tugs them down enough to free his thick cock. It’s clear Oliver is unconcerned about foreplay, another reason why you should hate him more. But he has the decency to drag the leaking swollen tip of himself through the mess between your thighs before he presses himself against your tight entrance. Calloused fingers dig into the plush of your leg with even more urgency as he pulls your thigh higher against his hip.

“Yeah, yeah,” He gives a harsh rut of his hips that has your thick lashes fluttering as your nails dig into broad sboulders, “Can you feel how much I hate you too?”

He’s so deep inside you that you’re certain you can feel his cock pulse in your throat, the swollen tip angled perfectly to hit your g-spot with every messy thrust. Oliver gives another rough thrust to emphasise the statement, pushing you harder against the wall as you knock your head against the cool porcelain tile.

“You’re disgusting.” You groan, your chest heaves as he pulls your top down. Exposing your round breasts to his greedy eyes as he pinches a taut nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as you tremble against him.

“I know,” He sniggers, “That’s why you’re soaking my cock right now.”

“Fuck you,” The words leave your lips like an insult, but your body betrays your repulsion.

“At least your pussy’s fucking honest,” He continues, his grip almost bruising against your skin as he starts a brutal place, “Feel her sucking me in.”

It’s hard to focus with the way he uses you, messy stubble scratches against the column of your neck as he peppers searing hot kisses against your skin. Your hands reach the base of his skull, nails scratch against his scalp as you try to find purchase. To find some semblance of reality as the man you’re so certain you despise splits you apart on his cock.

“Oh, baby. You’ve got the sweetest little cunny.”

“Shut the fuck up,” You feel yourself blanch at the childish word, the humiliation swirls in your pelvis as you scrunch your nose in disgust, “Don’t call it that.”

“Oh?” You can hear the mirth on the tip of his tongue as he noses the side of your face, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “You’d prefer if I called her my perfect little cunt instead?”

The crude spit of the word has your walls clenching around him. A pitiful, carnal response to his words as his lips curl into a smug grin. Oliver laughs and you hate him even more, the desire to push him off you and leave him drooling with your slick to wipe that stupid smirk of his face is strong. But the desire to cum is stronger.

“She’s not yours,” You snarl, your nails practically dig into his skin now, leaving long red lines down the expanse of his back even through the thin cotton of his shirt.

“She isn’t?” He tilts his head to the side with fake perplexity, “Is that why she’s fucked into the shape of my cock?”

You hate his stupid dirty talk, or the pathetic attempt of it. But your body betrays your consciousness, drooling down the length of him as you leave creamy rings of slick around the base. Oliver wonders what you’d think if you knew he wasn’t going to shower tonight, content to fist himself again to the memory— with his cock still covered in a thick layer of you.

“It’s like she knows who she belongs to—” You dont know whether he’s talking to you or your cunt now, as he reaches between your bodies to thumb at your swollen clit. Rubbing messy figures of eight against it as your hips buck into him, trying to match his thrusts as you feel the coil onside you tighten.

“Yeah, not to you—“ Your retorts are just as pathetic as you are now, barely able to form a coherent response as you’re focused on the way Oliver manages to hit that same spot inside with precision. The engorged tip bruising your cervix with each roll of his hips, intent on leaving you with a buoyant throb between your thighs the next morning. A reminder of just how well he fucked you—

“Let’s ask her, shall we?” He sneers, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. Smearing what little is left of your sparkly lipgloss against his lips and your cheeks, “If you love my cock cum for me, sweetheart.”

You clench in disdain, refusing to submit to a man— no less Oliver Aiku. But he feels the way you squeeze him, the way you try to fight back and he refuses to lose to you now. Increasing his pace as his balls slap against the swell of your ass, the crude sound mixes with the squelch of your cunt as he pushes you towards the brink. Challenging you to hold back, to deny your pleasure.

“I know you want to,” He continues, “I can feel you squeezin’ my cock.”

And he’s right, you hate how right he is. Your toes curl in your shoes as your eyes roll back into your skull, finally succumbing to the pleasure flowing through your veins as a pathetic whine of his name spills from your lips.

“Oh you good fuckin’ girl,” He gloats, cherishing the way your cunt throbs around him. Continuing to use your body for his own pleasure as he pounds into your convulsing heat.

Your cunt continues to clench around Oliver’s cock, trying to milk him of his release as your head lulls back against the porcelain tile. His palm reaches up to hold the back of it, and normally you’d shout at him for touching you when his fingers are covered in your slick. But it’s uncharacteristically caring as he stops your skull from banging against the wall as he uses you for his own pleasure, shamelessly seeking out his release as he fucks into your quivering hole.

“Not inside,” You whine, staring at him through half lidded eyes as he pouts pathetically.

“But she wants it,” He chimes between sloppy thrusts, “She wants me to fill her up— oh, fuck.”

The way your walls pulse around him in response is all it takes to have him tumbling over the edge into his own pleasure, his forehead pressed against yours as he empties his balls inside your silky walls. Lining them with white hot spurs of his release as he gives a few more sloppy thrusts, fucking the mixture deeper inside you as he rides out his high.

“You’re such an asshole,” You groan as he pulls out of your abused hole, feeling his spend leak out of you as it drools down your inner thighs.

“Would an asshole have you this wet, sweetheart?” And you can already feel your cunt throbbing at the sight of his softening cock glistening under the fluorescent light.

“That isn’t me,” You sneer, but Oliver unabashedly holds himself up so you can see the creamy slick pool around his sac.

“You keep telling yourself that,” He grins, “And I’ll keep believing it.”

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