#oliver fucking reed

[wildbluesorbit]

It’s the way I’m reminded every year this is the man I’m so desperately and parasocially in love with💀

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

every few months i remember this happened...

[jmkho]

"British....BRITISH. What kind of a...ak fffu- whAT kind of a.. question is THAT? I can't even think what a British guy would say to that 'cause I'm so....-ucking IRRITATED RIGHT NOW!"

[gretasfallingsky]

yeah.

[andtherestishistory13]

Elle Fernanda and Oliver F*cking Reed can never meet because they’re actually sworn enemies and Elle, like the icon she is, doesn’t want to be near him

[indigostreaking]

Wicked Woman

Oliver Reed!Danny x fem!reader

A/N: This is mostly for me, as a certified slut for Oliver Reed who lives in Danny’s lane, but I really hope you enjoy it, too! 🤭

Minors, please please please do not interact. 18+

Warnings: oral(f&m receiving), fingering, alcohol, degradation(if you squint), praise, fake accents, daddy kink, pussy spanking, cockwarming for a second, choking, unprotected sex, teensy bit of spit, and probably more 🤷🏼‍♀️

Word count: ~3k

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"Wanna see something cool we've been working on?" Danny asked excitedly as you climbed in the passenger seat of his car. You expected new music or a photo shoot, but when he passed you his phone, you were greeted with a video of Danny decked out in his golf gear sporting a cocky smirk.

"Chip Bunker? What is this?" You giggled as you asked, glancing back at him momentarily to see him raising his eyebrows expectantly.

"Just watch it," he laughed with you and looked back to the road before adding, "scroll to the right for the other three.." You tapped the screen so the clip began to play.

"Golf is the essence.." Chip began, and you fought the urge to poke fun, because Danny—Chip looked really really good in his colorful striped polo and Michigan visor. You always loved when he pulled his hair up, too. You watched intently as the short video ended before scrolling to the next one. You laughed at Dr JMK and rolled your eyes at Cal A Bungah, but you couldn't help but smile as you watched Oliver Reed. With the sex and swagger practically dripping off of him as he spoke in a terrible British accent, you were entranced. He had on tight green pants, brown loafers that matched his vest, and a light blue button up shirt, but the icing on the Oliver cake was the long fake beard and expensive looking sunglasses and necklace. You gasped near the end when he ripped open his shirt, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

"What's got you all smiley?" Danny asked as he pulled in to the parking spot of the movie theater for date night. You had been so lost in the videos that you hadn't even realized you'd arrived.

"Nothing," you lied, trying to recover some dignity. You had never thought of Jake like that, but that was certainly not Jake..

"Oliver's got you all hot and bothered, huh?" He teased with a smirk. Your cheeks flushed again and you hated yourself for it. He gasped and placed his hand over his heart feigning offense. "No love for Chip?"

"Chip was perfect, babe! And I love him and you so much," you leaned in and kissed his pouty lips. "Let's head in so we have time for concessions." He nodded, but you could tell he was deep in thought..

***

After getting dressed in a cute, white sundress, you texted Danny to let him know you were on your way per his request. He had been very cryptic when he asked you to come over, but that wasn't totally out of the ordinary for him. He was always full of fun little surprises, but for some reason you just couldn't quite fight the sense of anxious excitement you felt when you knocked on the front door of his house.

"Just a second, love," a familiar voice called out in an unfamiliar accent. You cocked your head sideways, trying to make sense of it. Danny opened the door wearing a pair of tight green pants, a light blue button up shirt, a pair of brown loafers and a matching brown vest. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization. "Come on, darling, can't have you standing out 'ere making the neighbors jealous," he held the door open wide and flashed you a lazy smirk. You followed him inside and watched as he shut the door. That's when you noticed the fake beard and bubbled with laughter.

"Danny, what are you—" you began as you shook your head in disbelief.

"Danny's not here. Name's Reed...Oliver Reed," he winked and arched a brow.

You bit back a smile, but it eventually erupted out of you in a cackle that you tried your best to stifle. "Oliver, I—are you—" you tried to ask, but you couldn't stop giggling. He somehow managed to keep a straight face, and you felt so bad for laughing when he's clearly trying so hard.

He stepped towards you, closing the distance as he took your face in his large hand, squeezing your cheeks together and making your lips push out in a pout. "Be a good girl for me and go grab the bottle of whiskey? None of that cheap shit that Danny drinks, either..." he looked down at you as he spoke then released your face. You swallowed hard. Your sweet Daniel never really took on this role of being so rough and almost condescending. He was usually so gentle, empathetic, and careful with you, but this-this was different. Ever so obediently, you walked into the kitchen, only to return to an empty living room.

"Danny?" You called out cautiously as you wandered down the hallway towards his bedroom.

"Uh uh, your beloved Daniel is away for the moment...otherwise occupied, if you will," Oliver crooned from his spot perched on the edge of the bed. "Fuck this shit," he mumbled to himself as he pulled the beard off his face after fussing with the hairs sticking to his lips. "Keep up, won't you, love?" He eyed the floor in front of him, silently motioning for you to take your spot. Your heart was racing at his newfound swagger, and you could already feel your panties getting wetter and wetter by the second. You handed him the bottle of whiskey and knelt before him. "Look at you, such a pretty girl, aren't you?" He purred, tilting your chin up with his forefinger as he looked down his perfect nose at you. Without letting you go, he turned up the bottle with his other hand, taking a big swig. His pronounced adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed with an exaggerated sigh. "Need a drink before you suck my cock?" He asked plainly, as if he was doing you a favor.

In that moment, you decided to make a show of it. If he was committed to this bit, you would play your role as well. You widened your eyes and fluttered your lashes. "Yes, please, daddy," you said breathily, holding eye contact with him as you bit your lower lip. You had never called him that before, and you weren't sure how he'd react..but judging by the way his breath hitched and the corner of his mouth curled up in amusement, it was safe to assume he liked it.

"Open," he commanded calmly. Your mouth fell open instantly and you held eye contact with him as he tilted the bottle, pouring the honey colored liquor into your mouth. It overflowed, dribbling down your chin and onto your chest, and he smirked as it soaked through your dress exposing your stiffening nipples. You tried not to choke as you gulped down what you could, still keeping your eyes on his. The lust and hunger in his eyes darkened the usual chocolatey brown to an almost ravenous black. He sat the bottle on the night stand and took your chin in his hand, craning your head to the side as he licked a stripe from your collarbone up to your jaw. A quiet moan escaped your throat, quickly followed by a content, low hum of approval from him. He leaned back, unbuttoning his pants with one hand and letting his cock spring free. You licked your lips and impatiently reached for it before he dodged your touch. "Aren't you going to ask daddy nicely? Liked hearing you say please so pretty before.." His voice dropped an octave at his new title and you held your breath. Fuck.

"Please," you whined, making sure to flutter your lashes up at him.

"Please what, love? Use your words," the terrible accent still made everything more sultry somehow. You licked your lips before trying again.

"Please let me suck your cock...daddy," you were proud of yourself for remembering to address him properly, and a smile played at the corner of your lips because of it.

"Ah, there she is. There's my naughty girl," he looked just as pleased as he slowly stroked his cock and eyed you hungrily. He tilted the tip towards your mouth, and you lapped at it eagerly. Another hum of approval rumbled through his chest. He tangled a hand in your hair, loosely gripping it every time you took him deeper. His hips bucked up into you as you worked him. Your nose nuzzled against his happy trail as you fought your gag reflex, letting tears pool in the corner of your eyes. "Fuck," he moaned, as you pulled away only to repeat the same motion. He gently tugged on your hair, making you look up at him as your head bobbed. "Gonna fuck your pretty mouth now, and you're gonna take it..aren't you, darling?" He asked and for the briefest of moments, you saw a flicker of Danny finding a way to check in with you. You swallowed and he groaned in pleasure. You did your best to give your permission, but a muffled yes would have to suffice.

As he stood, you rocked back to accommodate the shift. He gripped the hair at the base of your neck and held your head in place as he thrusted forward, grazing the back of your throat. You held your composure through his slow, steady movements. He picked up his pace, pulling you into him as you gagged around him. He moaned as he watched the drool dribble down your chin and you held your eyes on his. "Are you this sweet to your Daniel? Do you choke on his cock like this, too?" His voice dangerously low and raspy as he pulled from your mouth, waiting for your response.

"I think he's too scared he'll hurt me, but I'm tougher than I look," you smirked up at him as you wiped the drool from your chin against your forearm.

"Oh really?" his eyes widened as you nodded, and he abruptly yanked you up, pulling you to your feet as his hand trailed down to the swell of your left ass cheek. You giggled as he lifted the bottom of your dress, caressing the bare skin he found beneath. "You want Daniel to use a firmer hand? Perhaps rough you up a little? Like this.." he whispered, swatting at your ass, leaving a sting of pain and a red hand-shaped mark.

You hissed before replying, "Mmm..yes, thank you, daddy," and fluttering your lashes, which elicited a low rumble of a moan from him.

"You are evil," he grinned before motioning towards the headboard with his chin, instructing you silently. You obliged, making a show of wiggling your ass as you climbed up the length of the bed. "Positively wicked," he purred as he watched you, taking note of the thin fabric of your thong when the ruffled hem of your dress allowed brief peeks. You plopped down on the heap of pillows, rolling to lie on your back instead. The sight of him nearly knocked the wind from your lungs. He had taken the opportunity to undress entirely, leaving a medallion dangling from a silver chain at his neck as he crawled up towards you with his cock bobbing with his movement.

He kissed a line up your inner knee to your thigh, reaching up flipping the skirt of your dress up and out of the way. "Take this off for me, yeah?" He murmured against the soft skin of your thigh, glancing up to watch you lift your dress over your head. Your moved to take off your panties, but he caught your wrists with a sharp hiss. "Uh uh," he scolded gently. You watched as he caught the waistband of your thong between his teeth, slowly working it down until it reached your thighs. His hot breath had you arching your back as the sensation traveled down your legs until you were freed from the lace.

You sucked your lower lip between your teeth as he kissed and nipped his way up your thigh towards your core. When his tongue found your throbbing clit, you nearly jumped. He chuckled to himself at your behavior, then continued by sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it as he worked. You gripped the sheets to the point that your knuckles turned white and you held your breath. “Let me hear you lovely moans, sweet girl,” he crooned from between your thighs as he swiped his index and middle finger through the wetness accumulating. He teased your entrance, pushing his fingers in only to pull them away over and over until you couldn’t take it.

“Please fuck me, Danny,” you let out a frustrated whine, tangling your fingers in his hair and trying to use it to pull him up to kiss you instead. He lifted his face, shoved his fingers in deep, curling them up to caress the perfect spot inside you, and delivered a swift pop of his other hand to your clit. You gasped and bucked your hips, but were unable to get away. His devious smile lit up while he watched you squirm, still curling and uncurling his fingers as he used them to fuck you. He delved back in, lapping at your core and causing the fire in your tummy to build. “Oliver, please,” you corrected yourself breathlessly, knowing where you had gone wrong and desperately needing more. His face lifted again so he could watch you wince as he delivered another slap to your clit. This time you whimpered and cried out, “daddy!” He growled in approval and resumed devouring you. His rhythm never faltered as he drug you over the edge. Your moans filled the room as you came undone, and he growled in approval, rutting himself against the bed as he worked you through it.

Your hips bucked involuntarily as he started overstimulating you, and he landed another swat to your clit causing you to whimper, “What was that for?”

He smirked up at you, and replied, “Just like feeling how tight your pretty pink pussy clenches around my fingers.” You panted beneath him as he crawled up your body. He spit on your core before lining himself up and thrusting in painfully slowly. He let his head fall forward, smiling as he felt you stretch around him. “Fuck,” he mumbled, just a quick glimpse at your Danny before he regained his Oliver persona. He captured your nipple with his mouth, circling it with his tongue as he sucked before repeating the same to the other. You tilted your hips back and forth trying to create some movement, causing his tip to rub against your favorite spot. He let go of your nipple with a pop and smiled down at you. “Afraid Oliver won’t give you what you need, hmm?” He asked in an almost condescending tone, but you didn’t care. You needed more.

“I just want you to come, too,” you whined, trying to flatter him into fucking you how you wanted.

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “No,” he sounded stern now as he took your face in his hand, tilting your head to the side so he could whisper, “You just have a greedy little cunt,” directly into your ear. You swallowed hard, and his hand slid down to grip your throat. He hesitated, searching your eyes for any sign of unease. Daniel once again checking in ever so subtly. You nodded, giving him the permission he was seeking. He squeezed gently at first as he began fucking you, picking up speed and squeezing a bit harder to match. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed you towards the edge again. He’d loosen his grip to let you catch your breath, but his thrusts never slowed. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at where your bodies met, watching as he slid in and out of your core with his tongue out in concentration and his brows furrowed. You let the building pleasure wash over you, coming undone once more as he watched. His pace stuttered and he thrusted forward as deep as he could, filling you as a stream of obscenities flowed from his perfect pink lips. He held his position, panting as he came back down, finally looking at you with flushed cheeks, a sheen of sweat across his forehead, and a fucked out smile that made your whole body warm.

“Hey,” you whispered, acknowledging the return of Danny. His smile widened as he unsheathed and laid down beside you, nuzzling closer with his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey..was that okay?” he asked nervously, dropping the accent, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“It was perfect,” you replied as you turned to kiss his forehead and tuck his sweaty curls behind his ear. “Thank you,” you murmured into the gentle kiss, knowing he had done this for you. “Wanna shower together?” You asked hopefully.

He popped up to his feet more enthusiastically than you expected, which made you laugh. “You know I love that idea,” he flashed you a crooked grin and crinkled his nose. It’s true, though. He jumped on the opportunity to shower with you any chance he got, and you loved it. “Maybe you and Oliver can hang out more often,” he smirked as he pulled you to your feet.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, walking past him towards the bathroom. “Maybe Oliver should remember his cane next time..” you replied casually. Danny charged towards you, scooping you up in his arms with a rumble of laughter.

“Wicked woman,” he purred into your ear in his Oliver accent as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind you.

[blacksmokebarbarians]

alright gresties.. hear me out: an oliver reed oneshot. maybe slightly smutty. how are we feeling?

[trin-gvf]

oliver fucking reed.

3.5k words minors DNI

oliver reed x fem!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), mentions of drinking

pls let me know if i miss any! <3

kind of an AU where instead of josh, oliver is jake's twin! :)

you were over at jake's house, lounging around on his couch, watching tv when he came inside.

"y/n?? what the fuck?? how did you get in i-"

"you don't hide your spare key very well. in the planter? by the door? yeah. real fucking original jacob." you rolled your eyes.

you'd been friends with jake since god knows when, you both knew neither of you meant any harm with the words you spoke.

"i'm going to make you start paying rent." he groaned, setting down the loads of grocery bags he came in with.

"oh well. can't get rid of me that easy." you laughed, walking over to the bags and looking into a couple.

"what has your panties in a twist? you look like you have 5 kids and a mini van." you asked, looking him up and down.

he sighed as he kicked his shoes off, not really caring where they landed.

"oliver is coming into town." he said, running a hand through his hair.

oliver was jake's twin, he was a cocky son of a bitch. he always had a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. and the god awful british accent. it was obviously fake, you nor jake had known where it came from or where he had adapted it.

"aw fuck! what for? it's not christmas or thanksgiving and you're not having a party-" you got interrupted as you listed off possibilities of why he'd show up so abruptly.

"literally no idea. he called me today while i was at daniel's and said, quote 'get ready, brother. we're gunna fuckin' party' and told me he'd be here tonight." jake rolled his eyes, thinking about his brother.

"tonight?!" your eyes widened and groaned.

oliver was annoying. with the accent, the beard, the liquor, the cigar, all of it. but what made him all the more impossible to be around is how he thinks he's somehow better than jake. he changed his last name from kiszka to reed a couple years back.

he did so, thinking it'd suit him more due to the 'hellraiser' life he claimed to have. just like the real oliver reed from way back when.

"yes, tonight. now don't just stand there. help me get ready!" jake shooed you into his bedroom.

jake would always have you help him get ready when the insatiable soul known as oliver would be coming around. oliver would knit pick at anything and everything just to annoy his brother.

"okay, red or black?" jake asked, holding up two button up shirts.

you looked between the two, listing the pros and cons of each within your mind.

"black." you answered, watching him hurry to put it on.

it was already 5pm and you knew oliver would be arriving soon.

you groaned, getting off of jake's bed and walked into the closet to hurry jake up.

"hurry up! he's going to be here soon."

"i know, i know! i just don't know what else to pair with outfit i mean-"

you cut him off, shoving him to the side. you rummaged through his walk-in closet to find what you needed.

"ah perfect!" you exclaimed, holding two items up.

"put these on." you said, handing him black jeans that cut off right above his ankle.

"and then put these on, after that roll your sleeves up a bit and you'll have a good outfit." you said, handing him the pants and pair of chelsea boots.

he nodded and you walked out to give him privacy to change.

just as you sat back down on jake's couch, the door was being seemingly abused with knocks.

"oh shit. here we go." you mumbled under your breath.

you walked up to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

oliver was on the other side, booze in one hand and some cigar in the other. as usual.

"oliver." you said, stepping to the side to allow him in.

"what a pleasure! getting greeted by y/n herself. how are you, darling?" he said, walking in, you closing the door behind him. his voice was thick, deeper than jake's.

"fine. i see you finally shaved your scraggly beard." you allowed yourself to scoff at the end of your sentence.

"well, love, i think i look fucking hot. wouldn't you say?" he asked, rubbing his shaved face.

"hate to break it to you, oliver, but i could care less." you said, looking him in the eye.

"so you say. where is jake?" he asked, looking around, unbuttoning his vest and throwing it on the couch.

"his room. i'll grab him." you said, walking off down the hallway.

you opened jakes door, seeing him rolling up his sleeves and taking a once-over in the mirror.

"he's here." you said with a big breath in, faking a smile.

"great," he said walking out of the room, stopping in the door frame.

"let's go then, shall we?" he asked, you giving a nod.

you both walked out, seeing oliver looking around in the kitchen.

"ah! there he is!" oliver said, greeting his brother with a half hug, oliver's cigar now placed somewhere within the kitchen.

"hi, oliver. how was your trip?"

"fine, other than ladies throwing themselves at me." he said, giving a chuckle.

a short silence was shared before he spoke up again.

"oh who am i kidding?! i fuckin' love it!" he laughed, taking his sunglasses off.

he looked jake up and down, taking in his appearance.

"didn't try too hard i see. maybe next time." oliver said, smirking at his already irritated brother.

jake shot a small glance at you, as if it was saying 'i thought you said this was good!?'

you rolled your eyes as oliver spoke up yet. again.

"alright! let's get this thing going. invite the boys over. y/n, got any friends?" he asked, winking at you.

"the last thing i need is you fucking my friends oliver, nice try though." you said, rolling your eyes.

"because you want it all for yourself? greedy girl."

"fuck off, oliver." you complained, walking away to text sam.

jake texted daniel and within 30 minutes both of the boys were over, greeting oliver.

"daniel boy! 's been forever! hasn'it?" he spoke, his phony british accent kicking into overdrive.

"not long enough…" you heard danny mutter under his breath before greeting oliver with a fake smile.

it was easy to say no one truly enjoyed oliver's presence. he was cocky, loud and annoying. he somehow had endless stories of how girls would basically beg him to fuck them. it got old rather quick.

you were all outside now, the sun had begun to set and jake just pulled out the chicken and beef he was going to cook.

you knew this event would follow far into the hours of the morning due to jake cooking so late, but you didn't mind. you liked staying up with the boys and talking about whatever came to your minds.

although you did enjoy these moments, this one might not have been your favorite due to the noisey man who was sitting next to you. one moment you were sitting drinking a beer at a table on jake's patio and the next oliver made himself comfortable in the seat next to you.

"hello, darling." he spoke straight into your ear.

"personal space. ever heard of it?" you asked in annoyance, scooting your chair away from his.

"playing hard to get. i like your games, sweetheart." he said, you didn't even have to look at him to hear the smirk on his face.

"it might be surprising to you, but not every female wants to suck your dick! crazy, right?!" you said in a faux surprised voice.

"mmm…don't think i don't see through your little attitude." he said, his hand now coming up to gently touch your face, making you look at him.

your breath got caught in your throat as he did so. his hand was so warm compared to the nights air nipping at the apples of your cheeks.

"i'll get to you. mark my words."

and with that, he took his cane and walked off to pester his brother at the grill.

it took you a while to comprehend what you felt. you'd always found oliver undeniably annoying. what had changed within the last couple hours? minutes, even.

you were in your own little bubble when jake popped up with a plate of food for you.

"here, tell me what you think."

it had small pieces of chicken and beef that had just gotten done cooking. you tried both, giving a 'mmm!' when you had tasted it.

"that's really good, jake!" you exclaimed, finishing the last piece on the plate.

"thank you, thank you," he laughed, giving a small bow.

"can you go get everyone from inside? it's time to eat."

you nodded, getting up as jake walked back to the grill.

you opened the sliding glass door, peaking your head in to see oliver, sam and danny conversing in the kitchen.

"c'mon guys! time to eat!"

everyone smiled, giving 'ooo!'s and 'finally!'s. after everyone grabbed their plate and what they wanted to eat, they took their places at the round shaped table.

you were across from jake with oliver next to you.

you were listening to danny talk about new drumsticks he got, he sounded rather excited about it. you felt bad when your attention was gripped away by oliver placing a hand on your thigh.

you gulped, darting your eyes around to see if anyone noticed, which they didn't. you placed your hand on top of his, trying to push it away.

when his grip only got tighter to your thigh, you gave in.

you didn't mind it, in all honesty, you were just scared jake would see.

oliver got more cocky as the night went on, knowing he had you wrapped around his fingers.

hours went by excruciatingly long, feeling like days. danny and sam had left about an hour or so ago, now it was just you, jake and oliver sitting at the table.

they were now fighting over some stupid childhood memories.

"i'll always come out on top jake! because guess what! i'm oliver fucking reed."

"your last name isn't even reed! it's kiszka! it just sounds dumb!" jake babbled. you couldn't deny that this was all too amusing to you. you'd giggle every now and then when jake would seem to get too heated.

"i even came out first!" oliver retorted, laughing at jake.

"5 minutes! 5! fucking! minutes!" jake yelled. you were surprised the entire neighborhood hadn't woken up.

"you will never live it down, jacob! haha!" oliver almost declared in celebration.

you started to shiver, realizing how cold it had gotten after 2:30.

you got up, going inside to grab a blanket.

"where are you going?" jake asked, stopping his sentence to see what you were doing.

"just going inside to get a blanket. it's cold." you informed jake.

jake sighed, getting out of his seat.

"it's okay, i'm going to bed anyways. it's late as fuck."

you nodded, hugging him goodnight.

"are you staying over?"

"yeah, i don't wanna drive home so late." you replied to jake.

"okay, y/n, you take the guest room. oliver, you take the couch." jake said, walking into the house.

you paid no attention to the man behind you, walking into the house. you mentally cursed at yourself realizing you had no pajamas to change into.

you walked into jake's room, seeing him looking for comfy clothes himself.

"i don't have pajamas." you looked down at your clothes while talking to jake.

"i figured, here."

he handed you some clothes, which you returned a 'thank you'.

you headed to the bathroom and quickly changed. the shirt was baggy on you but the pants fit well, seeing jake was close to the same waist size as you.

you walked down the hallway, going into the guest room. the bed was made nice and the room smelled like cedar wood. it smelled like jake, something you always found comforting.

you took the pants off as you didn't sleep with pants on, they always made you uncomfortable.

you tried to get comfortable in the bed, but it was no use. you turned and flipped in bed, yet, you felt wide awake. you couldn't help but think of oliver's actions just even 30 minutes ago. the way his hand felt warm against your thigh. how he would "accidentally" go too far up and ghost over your most hidden bits.

the way when no one was looking, he'd drink you in like his most expensive whiskey. even the way he simply said your name, followed with a 'darling'.

you threw the blankets off of you, not caring to put pants on. you knew for a fact jake was asleep and oliver seemed so drunk that he would pass out the second his head hit the couch.

as you opened the door, a wave of cigar smoke and jack daniels mixed with expensive cologne hit your nose. you almost yelled when you saw oliver standing there, his hand about to knock on the door.

"what the fuck are you doing here?!" you whisper yelled, not wanting to wake jake up.

"don't act like you couldn't sleep. what were you thinking of?" his voice was covered in something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

he was softly walking into the room, pushing you back into it.

you couldn't speak, scared your voice would betray you.

"cmon, pretty girl. tell me. what do you want?" his hand was now on your chin as he shut the door behind him.

"you." your voice barely croaked out.

never in a million years did you think you let oliver see you in a light like this. what magic spell did he cast upon you to make you need him more than ever?

you were supposed to find him annoying, excruciatingly hard to be around, redundant. yet, here you were finding yourself with your body wrapped around his.

"i think i've cracked the code. i just had to get in that pretty little mind of yours." he spoke, his words going straight to your core.

next thing you knew, you were falling back onto the bed. oliver looked rather good.

his button up shirt was undone just 2 or 3 buttons, just enough to see his chest shining through. his hair was framing his face perfectly and his newly shaven face wasn't something you were going to protest against.

he nudged his knee between your legs, spreading them for him. his knee brushed against your clothed clit, earning the smallest whine out of you.

you didn't know what it was. maybe the buzz from the beers, maybe because it was a full moon, maybe even the air around you. you just couldn't get enough of him.

his hands traveled down your stomach, softly lifting your shirt up, placing a hand on your breast. he massaged one while he kissed the other, softly sucking purple and red marks into it.

he took one nipple into his mouth, softly rubbing his thumb over the other one.

"oliver, please-"

"shush, no need to rush, now do we darlin'?" he interrupted you.

he sat up, letting his hands fall down to the band of your underwear. he dipped his thumbs in, pulling them to your legs, which you then kicked off.

his breath hitched, seeing your cunt in all its glory.

"ravishing." was all he said before diving into it.

you let out a rather loud whine, pushing up into his face. which was greeted by none other than a small smack to your thigh.

"better be quiet, wouldn't want our jakey to hear you. especially with me." he smirked, going back into your cunt.

a hand went into his unruly hair, messing it up all the more further. you pushed up against his face, letting him have whatever he could ever want or need.

he took your thighs, digging his fingernails into them. you bit your lip, trying your best to quiet yourself. never would you have expected him to be so fucking good with let alone his tongue.

sure, he's told many stories where he's gloated about having multiple other women cum within seconds. yet, you never believed them to be true.

the room was filled with many sinful sounds such as oliver's wet noises from going down on you and your stifled cries.

"fuck oliver- i need- oh my god!" you whisper cried, arching your back off the bed.

"let it go, love." he said, coo-ing you into an orgasm.

your body shook and jerked as oliver slowed down, gently pulling you down from your high.

he pulled away, licking his lips of the orgasm that had made a mess on his face.

you were blushing beyond belief. your head was dizzy, your skin was probably burning to the touch and you just needed more.

"so pretty. so fuckin' pretty." he growled as he unbuckled his belt. the clinging of the metal of his belt was enough to turn you on even more.

knowing what was to come made you feel like a wild animal.

the look in his eyes as he pushed away his boxers and pants could've made you cum untouched.

it was pure lust. all for you.

the second your eyes laid on his cock, you couldn't wait. your mouth watered and your cunt clenched around nothing. you didn't notice how long you'd been staring until oliver spoke up.

"now, are you going to keep staring or do i get the honor of fucking you dumb?" his voice was dark, it sounded like your favorite song.

"i need you." was all you muttered out before oliver climbed atop of you once again. this time, he slid his cock through your folds, allowing it to circle around your clit.

you jerked your body towards him, simply needing to be filled.

"never expected you to be so fuckin' dirty. innocent little y/n." he smirked.

"never have i been innocent, oliver. i just didn't thirst over your cock every chance i got." you barked at him.

"then should i not give it to you darling? should i let you lay here in your own wetness, wishing i'd fuck you dumb? hm? would you like that?"

your mind went blank as the words fell out of his mouth. that was the last thing you'd need.

after not being able to answer, he chuckled.

"that's what i thought," he smirked, pushing his cock into you.

you gasped, biting into his clothed shoulder. you took it upon yourself to unbutton his shirt, throwing it off. he was so warm, he was just what you needed.

when his shirt came off, he started to fuck into you. he was hitting spots no other man had ever hit.

"oh fuck!" you tried to be quiet, but it came out a little louder than you'd like.

oliver covered your mouth, giving you a look, saying such as 'shut the fuck up'.

you bit into his finger, breathing hard through your nose.

he groaned above you as you squeezed around him.

"best pussy- i've ever fucking- felt…" he said through breaths.

you ground down your hips onto oliver's cock. you were both so close to snapping, so close to experiencing the oh so beloved feeling.

"give it up, don't hold back." he ordered, feeling close himself.

you took a hand and drew small circles onto your clit. it was just enough to send you spiraling into a god forsaken euphoria.

oliver himself was experiencing his own bliss. his head had fell forward, mouth hung slack, hair falling down into his face as he allowed his cum to make a mess within your walls.

when you came back down from your pleasurable journey, you let go of oliver's finger. you almost felt bad for the possible bruising that would happen to it later.

"holy shit." was all he said as he pulled out, laying next to you.

"i need a fuckin' drink after that.." oliver laughed.

you rolled your eyes.

"i think you'd have a drink anyway." you laughed back.

you pulled your shirt down, covering yourself up with your blankets. oliver didn't care to move.

you both fell into a sleep after that, not caring what consequences were to come.

waking up the next morning, oliver wasn't at your side as he was the night before. you put the pants jake had gave you and walked into the kitchen.

you saw jake and oliver bickering once again. you couldn't tell what they were fighting over, most likely something brought up from a childhood story or maybe who does better at a certain subject.

"good morning, y/n. sleep well?" jake asked as he handed you a cup of coffee. you said thank you as jake stopped in his tracks.

"what's that?" jake said, pointing to oliver's neck, furrowing his eyebrows.

"went out last night and had a good time. unlike you, jacob. going to bed so early."

"it was 2:30am! what the fuck do you mean?!" jake yelled.

you took a deep breath, knowing you were safe from jake knowing this secret you planned on taking to the grave with you.

oliver soon left, but not before sneakily handing you his number.

the note read 'if you ever need any help ;)"

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taglist: @jakes-eyebrows

[wildbluesorbit]

JOSHOOWA MIKELLE DOING AN OLIVER REED IMPRESSION WAS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING TO HEAR TONIGHT !!🚨🚨😵‍💫🫠

[jmkho]

[indigostreaking]

Not me watching this edit for the 5 millionth time…

[wildbluesorbit]

I need the boys to be interviewed on hot ones… but in their masterclass personas.

[trin-gvf]

working on an oliver reed fic rn..prepare urselves angels <3

[jmkho]

Introducing Oliver Fucking Reed! Punch him in the stomach to make yell!!!

[tearsofjosh]

i still fall to my knees when i see this picture.

who THE HELL told this man he can look this fine🫠