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Hello, if im not bothering you can you write about oliver aiku? I love him sm

good cop, bad cop.

oliver aiku x fem reader oliver has a thing for play pretend. warning(s): nsfw, corrupt cop x criminal dynamic, roleplay, blowjob, sexual transaction minors do not interact.

“officer, i know i’ve been a baaaaaad girl,” your words roll off of your tongue in buttery waves, your voice hiking up a faux pitch. “but do you really have to punish me? i didn’t even misbehave that much…”

once in a blue moon, you have to admit that your dear boyfriend could come up with not-so-bad ideas. his brain only ever works when either sex or soccer are involved, but you’d be damned if his ideas weren’t good. they might be a bit basic, but you’d also be lying if you said that dressing up and doing a little lewd roleplay didn’t get you excited too.

the slutty prisoner costume he got for you is a bit tight against your body, but the stretchy material clings to your skin and makes it so that you can’t hide any of your curves from oliver’s wandering eyes. you couldn’t even get the zipper on the chest to go over your breasts fully, so you gave up, letting your tits almost tumble out of the whorish costume. it wasn’t like they’d stay covered up that long anyway, and you decided it was better to spare yourself the trouble of struggling to get it up all the way. a pair of plastic handcuffs clink against one of your wrists, hanging limply from your arm.

“shit… y’know how things are.” your boyfriend shrugs. his own costume is a cheap imitation of a police officer. it’s also a bit too small for his tall and built body, but just like you, he hasn’t bothered buttoning his shirt up all the way. his broad chest peeks through the undone front, and a sloppily done tie swings from his collar. a sloppy smile decorates his lips, and he tips up his hat a bit to get a better glimpse at you. “the law is the law, girlie. it wouldn’t be fair for me to let you off without punishment just ‘cuz you’re pretty.”

you pout, and you saunter a bit closer to oliver. you stick your lips out, making sure his eyes catch over the plump flesh of your mouth. you flutter your eyelashes coyly at him. “you think i’m pretty, officer? c’mon… surely there has to be something i can do to get out of trouble. i’d do anything, sir. anything.”

a twinge of warm pride flickers inside your chest. you think you’re doing a pretty good job at playing the role of the minx-like prisoner, willing to seduce your way out of trouble. oliver leans back in his seat, enough to make the front legs lift off the ground for a few moments. he pretends to mull it over, and he rubs at his eyes with one of his big hands. he’s also good at playing the role of the sleazy cop, pretending as if he’s split between choosing his vices or his honor, and you watch him with bated breath.

“anything, you say? can i hold you to that?” he laughs bitterly. he sits forward, letting the chair fall back onto the ground with a loud ‘thump.’ you swallow thickly.  the two of you both know how this roleplay is going to end, but you still want to appreciate the finer details in it. 

his mismatched eyes are honed onto your face. he had been mentally undressing you with his gaze for a long time now, the boyish glee in his eyes telling you that he was eating up your appearance. but now, that gleam in his eyes feels darker, more wanton, almost as if he’s placing the ball back into your court. 

the choice is for you to make.

you rub your thighs together exaggeratedly, and you lick your lips. you nod, bobbing your head up and down eagerly. your tits bounce alongside with your movement. “yes, officer! i mean it. i would do anything.”

your mouth waters in anticipation as oliver clicks his tongue, and the sloppy grin that appears on his lips only means one thing. he spreads his legs slightly, and with one hand, he starts to undo the belt buckle around his waist. with a few metallic clinks, it slides out of his hand and off of his body, landing on the ground without much fanfare. he gestures in between his legs, patting the inside of thighs.

“you know what to do. on your knees, sweetheart,” he purrs. you walk closer to him, sauntering over and making sure he gets a good look at your standing form. you sink down to your knees, and you sensually slide your hands up oliver’s thighs. a low groan bubbles up from the back of his throat, catching on his teeth as he lets out a deep exhale.

he has a perfect view of your tits from where he leans back, and he happily ogles at your chest. your hands ghost over his clothed crotch, humming to yourself when your fingers rub provocatively against the visible bulge. leave it to him to get this horny in an instant, and your cunt clenches weakly at the thought of his heavy, hung cock. oliver groans quietly when you continue to rub him through his police officer costume, but he doesn’t rush you. 

“shit, pretty girl… are you teasin’ me right now? you’ve got some nerve,” he chuckles. you smile up at him innocently, and you move your face closer to his tent. you place your cheek against his covered cock, and you coyly rub your face all over his dick. oliver throws his head back and lets out a moan, his breathing turning shallow as he dissolves into a fit of airy laughter.

but you know better than to let the control get to your head. after all, you’re nobody but a desperate inmate who needs a way out, and the best way to do that is to seduce the hedonistic officer in front of you and be on your merry way. you grip the zippers of his pants and carefully coax it down, making sure to take your time so that you could drive the man in front of you even crazier with desire.

his cock strains heavily against his boxers, practically begging to be freed and pleasured. your eyes widen with glee when you see how hot and big it is just for you. your core twists with arousal knowing that you can get him acting up in this way, and you continue to stroke him through his underwear.

“are you this hard already, officer?” you giggle, feeling his dick twitch through the thin fabric of his boxers. a small damp stain marks where his tip is, and you slip your fingertips under the waistline of his underwear. you don’t take his cock out just yet, and you trace a heart pattern into the skin of his waist, feeling his muscles and abs contract underneath your hands. “do you want me that badly, sir? my, i’m kind of flattered…”

“hah… i wouldn’t take it as a compliment just yet, sugar,” he breathes. his chest rises and falls, and he lifts his hand to tap his pointer finger against your cheek. “you haven’t even gotten started yet.”

“oh, i will, sir. i’m only taking my time. i’m not gonna be sloppy, especially if you’re doing me a favor.” your voice is sugary sweet, pitched into a girlish sing-songy tone that you know he loves. “nothing but the best for you, right?”

he gives a snort, and he nods in faux defeat. “‘m not one to argue with a pretty girl. work your magic then.”

you eagerly yank down the front of his boxers, and you guide his fully erect cock out into plain view. oliver hisses through his gritted teeth, sucking in a sharp inhale as the cool air hits his throbbing, hot length. you waste no time, and you purse your lips as you watch his dick twitch and spring to full length, the sheer girth and size making your stomach flip inside and out. gosh, oliver really did look like he was a sculpture of a greek god come to life.

you spit into your palms, lubricating your skin. you grip the base of his cock with both hands, and you lean in, blowing a gust of cold air against the sensitive tip. oliver gasps, his hips unconsciously bucking against your palm. 

“...fuck! fucking hell—you’re really testing me, girlie,” he mutters, the seedy grin on his mouth only widening. “man, i know you’re trying to get yourself out of a mess, but you’re really going to get in trouble for acting like that.”

“i know, sir. but i can’t help it. it’s just soooo much fun!” you giggle. you start stroking him with a steady but slow pace, making sure you cop a good feel of his mouth-watering size. you let one hand slide all the way to the top of his dick. you rub your palms down on his cockhead, and oliver stiffens under your touch, another guttural groan spilling from his lips. you continue jerking him off, letting your fingers rub all over his sensitive underside and over any prominent veins, and you don’t let your eyes wander from his face for even an instant.

you want to relish the little power you hold over him. you love seeing his expressions change, fully relinquishing himself to the feeling of your smaller hands wrapped around his big cock, enjoying the perverted feeling of playing such a corrupt role and taking advantage of his position to have his way with a girl as precious as you.

“do you like how i feel, sir?” you goad him slightly, picking up the pace. you’re pumping your hands up and down at a fairly moderate pace, and you squeeze him whenever your hands hit the base of his cock. you do your best to mimic the way your own cunt would feel when it’d be wrapped around him, trying to bring him closer and closer to his climax. his balls clench up when he feels your soft hands milking him. he feels so awfully selfish, but that kind of desperate guilt makes your handjob feel so much better.

 “yeah… feels great. but-,” his chest heaves, but before you can get too comfortable, he sits up slightly. he grabs the top of your head with just one hand, and he guides your face towards his heady cock. your eyes widen when he positions you to be perfectly eye level with his drooling slit, your hands frozen around his thick inches.

his tongue darts out from his mouth, and he drags it over his lips. he nudges you closer towards his cock, just until his tip presses up against your mouth, threatening to break past your lips. “-i feel like we can do a bit better than that.”

it doesn’t take a genius for you to figure out what exactly oliver wants. you part your lips and let your tongue out, and you lick tentatively at his tip. lavishing his cockhead with small, kitten licks, you gaze up at him with your eyes blown wide open. his grip on your hair tightens, but he doesn’t force you to take more of his cock in your mouth. you regain a bit of your courage, and you follow the heat that throbs in between your hips. 

“yeah, that’s it… use that naughty mouth of yours,” oliver urges you. you start pumping his cock again, and you take more of him into your mouth, letting the broad part of your tongue envelop his tip. you lick at his slit, pressing your tongue against it and moaning quietly when you can feel the taste of his pre-cum spread across your tastebuds. it’s salty and noxious against your mouth, yet it makes your head spin with desire. he’s just so manly, and feeling his cock pushing and straining against your mouth does something to your body. 

you close your lips around his width, and moving your hands in tandem, you start to suck on the top part of his cock. you swirl your tongue around his length, making sure to generously coat his sensitive organ with your spit. you want your mouth to be everything oliver likes: warm, tight, and wet, just like your tight pussy. oliver keeps moaning, and his noises urge you to keep going. you want him to feel good. he’ll definitely make it worth your while if you do.

“shit, fuck- fuuuuuck- yeah, right there, pretty-,” he groans. you whimper when he tugs at your hair. the sting makes your eyes tremble, but you hold your ground and take more of him in your mouth. you swear you’ve only put about half of his cock into your cheeks, and yet you can feel him easily hitting the back of your throat. you pump the rest of him with your hands, working in rhythm to stimulate the feeling of thrusting into you. 

he laughs again, his voice hoarse. you shift your hips, suddenly aware of how empty your cunt feels. you want his thick rod ramming into your walls. you want his cock to fuck your brains out.

“y’know, if the whole ‘sleep your way out of prison’ thing doesn’t work, i really wouldn’t mind having a thing like you around- god knows i could use blowjobs like these more often…” he tries to shove your face down a bit further, and you clench your eyes shut as your hands shift, inviting more of his dick into your tight mouth. 

you’re being so sweet and obedient to him. your breathing is constricting, and you have no choice but to fully focus on regulating your airflow through your nose. you hollow out your cheeks. he’s starting to invade your throat, and it takes everything in you not to gag on his cock. you want to treat him well, to make him proud, to show him that you can take it.

he whistles softly, guiding your face with your hair to set up the rhythm that he likes. “there we go. there’s my pretty girl. keep up with me, yeah?”

your mouth feels fucking heavenly around him. you’re clearly struggling, torn between picking your own comfort or pleasuring him, and it makes oliver go wild. his stomach swirls and pounds with arousal, and he keeps clenching his abs, fully savoring the lewd feeling of your tongue and mouth drooling around him. he could get this scene tattooed on him somewhere, to show you off on his body forever. your throat won’t stop constricting around his girth, and every time you shakily swallow, it’s like you’re sucking him in even further.

his hips wantonly thrust against your shaking hands and mouth, and you choke around him. strings of drool escape the corner of your mouth, your jaw locking place as you struggle to accommodate entirely to his obscene size. lewd squelching fill your ears as oliver fucks your mouth, and in your own confused stupor, you still manage to do your best for him. you sloppily slide your tongue all over his cock, sucking and drinking up everything he’s willing to give you like it’s a sugary aphrodisiac. 

all of your senses are forcibly overwhelmed by him, and you love it. what little resistance your hands can put up against him yanking you down towards his crotch and him thrusting into you does nothing to spare you. he grits his teeth, grunting more like an animal than a human, as he fucks your mouth. his pace picks up quickly, and he’s beginning to manhandle you.

“hah- take it all into your mouth, pretty. don’t be fucking shy- i know what you’re capable of. show this bad cop here how desperate you are, wont’cha? yeah—lemme break in that throat of yours, teach you how to suck cock properly-,” his eyes glimmer with a kind of feral possessiveness that makes you shiver with heat, “that way you can actually learn how to pleasure a man. that brings me to two favors for you, doesn’t it?”

you let go of his cock, pushing against his hips as he bucks wildly into your mouth. hot tears cling to your eyelashes, threatening to spill over your waterline. you must look so, so crazy right now, with your hair all disheveled and your face crumpling to the sexual whims of your boyfriend. the affection that brews in his eyes is tinged with something poisonous and addictive, and it makes you salivate even more than you already are. 

his cockhead continues pounding into the back of your throat, making all of your senses recoil and grimace. but you want him to keep going, to force the shape of your esophagus into that of his cock, to exist for nothing but him. it’s a bit simple and a bit foolish, but stupidity be damned, it was hot.

his balls keep pressing up against your chin, and his pubes tickle your nose. he’s gripping onto your hair for dear life, maneuvering you more like you were a sex toy than a girlfriend, and the wild and sloppy pace has you seeing stars. his cock won’t quit twitching and burying itself as deep as it can into your mouth. 

“fuck- fuck…! jesus fucking christ, fucking god-,” his grip on you is blindinly painful, but you like it. the pain grounds you as he abuses your throat. “gonna fucking cum, princess- you’re gonna swallow it all, you hear? yeah, guzzle down all of my cum, swallow it like you can’t live without it.”

so he’s close. you brace yourself, his full balls smacking against your mouth and chin, stained with drool and precum and all the other nasty things he’s doing to you. you’ve lost your ability to think properly a long time ago, your thoughts clouded over with just oliver. your cunt beats with pleasure at the idea of drinking down his cum, the cum that should have been filling up your empty pussy instead. but this isn’t too bad; it’s still all yours for the taking. you can work with that. 

“yeah- swallow it all, you bad, bad girl-!” 

his cock convulses deep against the confines of your gullet, and you nearly choke when you feel the spurts of hot, sticky cum filling up your throat and windpipe. you get to work trying to gulp it down, feeling it invade and force itself down your esophagus while coating the insides of your cheeks. you swallow and swallow the best you can, feeling the loss of air getting to your head. cum seeps out from your stretched lips, and it spills down your exposed chest, pooling in your lap and staining your glistening tits.

oliver weakly lets you go, collapsing with a huff back into his seat. you slump over yourself, barely grounding yourself. oxygen finally floods your deprived lungs, and you cough ungracefully as you take in shaky inhales. you wipe half-hazardly at your face, trying to clear it of the tears, snot, spit, and semen all over your lips and chin. your vision is blurry, but you know it’ll come back to you soon so you stay put as you are.

“oh fuck…! are you alright?” oliver’s gentle voice breaks you of your thoughts. he’s the first to break character. 

you lift your head, seeing your boyfriend sitting up from his half-laying-half-seated position on his chair. he looks spent; his police officer costume is also stained with cum, and his softening cock lays limply across his crotch. sweat dots his brow. his features are far gone, still hazy from his climax, yet they hold the same boyish affection he reserves only for you.

you swallow again, your stomach swirling dangerously when you continue to taste his sticky cum coating your tongue. “i’ll live. you’ve been rougher with me before.”

he raises an eyebrow, and he wolf-whistles at you. you scoff at him, but you don’t stop the smile that blossoms on your fucked-out face. leave it to him to make you laugh like that right after fucking your face without any regards to your well-being. the duality makes you weak in the knees, and if you had the stamina for it, you’d suck his dick like that again in a heartbeat. 

“so, I take that to mean that you’re still up for some more?” as if he read your mind, he offers up a suggestion to you. you wipe at the cum that’s starting to dry on your chest, shooting him a curious look.

you could do one of two things. you could nip this in the bud right here and now, end this roleplay session and go clean yourself up in the bathroom. you could ask your boyfriend to open up his wallet for you and order you some nice take-out for the night, and you could turn on a sappy romance movie on the tv and cuddle up with him for a laidback date night. your tired mouth muscles rejoice at the thought of it, and your heart swells with affection.

but that’s so fucking boring—your entire lower half of your body, the part that crawls and writhes and demands relief from the arousal you’ve been ignring this whole time, would never be satisfied with an easy alternative. you want to be ravished, want this corrupt officer to take advantage of the prisoner that’s running out of options, to mold your body against the needs of your boyfriend.

“why, officer?” you quip back. the title makes oliver’s grin stretch even wider, clearly thrilled that you’re willing to play along. you make a show of licking your lips again, to lap up any of his cum that you might have missed. “was that not enough for you? should i try something else? jeez, wasn’t a pretty girl giving you a blowjob enough to convince you? …ugh, fine. tell me what you want me to do.”

“feeling a bit feisty still, eh? i could work with that—yeah, a little more lovin’ would be really nice,” he whispers. his features are clouded over with a newfound lust towards you. he gestures for you to move in closer, and you scoot towards him, letting him lean down and cup your face. he hooks his fingers underneath your soiled chin, tilting your face up so that your gaze locks with his. you hold your breath as he makes sure you can’t look away or even escape from him. you muster up the best doe-like eyes you can, softening your gaze and making yourself more inviting that you already are, only for him. your boyfriend simply lets out a throaty chuckle, “so that’s one hole down, sugar. whaddya say about letting mr. bad cop have a try at the other ones?”

KINKTOBER 2023—le premier jour.