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PAIRINGS: ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

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23:02 | Aiku Oliver

OLIVER AIKU AND STUCKAGE i mean....... oliver and stuckage in a normal way...... — @k-atsukibakugou // ily my pookie bear

cw: rough sex, stuckage, dubcon, degradation, slight pain kink, objectification, reader referred to as girl

“You look so pretty like this, you know?”

You can hear the smirk in Oliver’s voice, his faux tone of endearment sending a wave of heat down your spine.

“I fucking hate you.”

A loud moan falls from his lips at your words, big hands digging desperately into your sides as his cock twitches in you. Your sides ache from being squeezed against the wall. An attempt to shimmy behind the bleachers futile as your body stood wedged.

You could’ve gotten out, would’ve gotten out if Oliver had did what you said— pulled your arm from the awkward angle it rested between your side and the wall. But when you’d whined and asked for his help, his hands wandered and wandered until—

“Fuck,” he groans, “say it again, sweetheart. Tell me how much you hate me.”

“Hate you so much,” you sneer, cunt squeezing down on him as he rams into you harder— deeper. You yelp as he grabs the hair resting at the nape of your neck, an ache forming there as he pulls back until you can look at his list blown eyes.

“Yeah you do,” he snarls, hips shoving hard enough to bruise, nails digging deep enough to leave their mark, “but you love this cock, don’t you? Stupid girl.”

You hate how your cunt clenches at his words, hate that the words have you crashing over the edge of your high, hate that it’s his name you cry over and over while you cum on his cock.

“So easy,” Oliver laughs, “that’s all it takes to have this pussy cumming for me isn’t it? Tell her how stupid she is. Too cock drunk to be embarrassed at your desperation?”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

He’s close, you can tell by the raggedness of his breath. The desperation in which his hips grind and twist and fuck into the deepest parts of you they can.

“Gonna cum in this stupid little pussy. All she’s good for.”

You whimper at his words, body finally falling out of the wedge it’s been placed in. Oliver’s quick to keep you pulled against him, hand yanking at your hair as hard as he can.

“Oliver,” you whimper, “please.”

“Cocksleeves don’t talk.”

contains: threesome; breeding kink; creampies; overstimulation; double penetration; (implied) multiple rounds; marking; teasing; written with fem!reader in mind

credits to @xurengu0 for the lovely divider <3

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Sendou knelt on his bed in front of you, head tilted. If the way nerves weren’t settled in your stomach as well,  you would’ve teased the way he absentmindedly chewed on his bottom lip out of nervous habit. Still, both you and Oliver did follow Sendou back to his apartment for a reason.

So you nod, wordlessly confirming it. However, Oliver came up behind you and immediately the tension in the room was back to suffocating. Just like it had been when the three of you were in a room together these few weeks. “Don’t be so nervous,” he coos right into your ear, “Use your words, princess.”

You look down, anything to try and get away from the sight of Sendou, red and cute, or Oliver’s breath which was warm against your ear. Instead, you’re forced to swallow at the sight of Oliver’s bare chest. Of course the manwhore already started stripping before you had even gotten into anything.

At least that explained Sendou’s heavy blush.

“…Yes, I want to,” you force out, voice barely there. Then, you yelp when you feel the heterochromatic boy nibble on your ear.

“Not good enough,” he teases, warm voice still right in your ear. “What do you want to do?”

You lock eyes with Sendou who’s intently staring at the two of you, still red in the face. But he finds it in himself to encourage you anyway. “Answer him,” the redhead prompts, the slightest bit of desperation coating his words.

At the feeling of both the boys you had been dreaming about in less than savoury ways for who knows how long having their full undivided attention on you, you gulp. Opening your mouth, you could practically feel how both boys were hanging onto your next words. 

“I want you both to fuck me,” you get out, almost choking on a whimper when suddenly a pair of teeth found themselves in your neck. “Good girl,” Oliver smiles, biting down to mark you up. “Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”

The feeling of Oliver’s teeth on you set you on fire, immediately getting you drunk on lust as you felt wetness pooling in your panties. However, any moan you might have made was silenced, taken away by Sendou’s lips on yours.

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Which was how you found yourself here.

It had been who knows how long and you found yourself immensely thankful for the thick walls of Sendou’s apartment. But that was only when your mind wasn’t gone, completely cockdrunk on both Sendou and Oliver. 

You hadn’t bothered trying to fight back against how the two of them had forced you to their whims. Not when there would be a next time at least.

(Oliver was biting and groping every part of you he could. God you were going to have so many marks when he was done but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Instead, the pain mixed with the pleasure till you couldn’t figure out where one ended and the other began.

The pleasure being how you were sat on Sendou, feeling every inch and vein slowly drag along your walls. He filled you so deliciously, it was intoxicating as he fucking dragged you up and down his cock to his own rhythm. If how he was going crazy underneath you was any indicator, the same could be said for him as well.

“Mgh– Sendou!” you half-moaned, half-called as you tangled a hand into Oliver’s fluffy hair and tugged him down to your neglected tits. The older man wasted no time in biting and sucking, muffling his groan from having his hair pulled. A whimper from the pink-haired boy behind you showed he was listening.

“Next time– Ahhh! Don’t stop, right there!– Ngh next time, I should ride– I’ll ride you till you’re dry– OH!”

Fighting to string together a semi-coherent string of words was an uphill battle, especially when Sendou had found that spot and sped up, chasing his own high. You weren’t even sure if he or Oliver had heard you as the latter pulled away from your chest, leaving it covered in spit to capture your lips instead.

“Ne– Next time?” Sendou moaned as he processed your words. The thought of you milking him for all he was worth was much more appealing than he’d like to admit. Embarrassingly so. With a broken whimper and his salmon eyes rolled back into his head, he blew his load. And you weren’t too far behind as you felt his warmth coat your insides.

Pulling away from you with a wolfish smile, Oliver eyed the two of his spent lovers bemusedly. “Already promising a next time, princess?” he chuckled as he caught you with a hand as you fell forward, tired as could be. Meanwhile, with his other hand, his nimble fingers moved downwards to where Sendou was still balls deep in you. 

Drawing lazy circles in the mess you both had made rewarded him with a whine from Sendou and half a plea from you to stop, both of your nerves shot from oversensitivity. Lowly chuckling, he teased, “You’re more of a whore than I thought then.

“But hey, I don’t mind. Why don’t you take the lead next time?” His fingers at your clit and Sendou’s balls never stop. You moan, a combination of the degradation, his continuous pawing and the idea of this next time. One where you’d be able to force the duo to your most intimate desires. It’s enough to get you to start moving your hips again.

However, Sendou was still tired, overstimulation giving his lust an edge to it. The way he had basically gone silent save for his whines that had gone up an octave was enough proof.

Taking pity on him, Oliver turned his sharp smile to the pink-haired boy. “Alright Sendou, get off. Time for me to have my turn with her.”)

Well, now here you are. Laid on your side with Sendou behind you, sheathed inside you once more. Overstimulated was an understatement for how he felt but he just couldn’t find it in himself to stop. Not when your pussy was practically choking him. 

It was as though he was possessed with how his hips kept jackhammering into yours. Forget Oliver’s marks, hips and waist were going to be completely bruised up come tomorrow. Still, “more, more,” keeps falling from your lips. And oh, Sendou is all too happy to comply. 

You could already feel your nth orgasm of the night creeping up on you with each thrust. By now your mind must have turned to mush as you’re babbling incoherencies. How could you not when Sendou fucked you like that, hitting that bundle of nerves with every thrust and his inches made you feel so very full.

Then, all of a sudden it all stops.

Immediately, you’re mewling at the loss of pleasure, humping your hips desperately in an attempt to regain that orgasm. But it’s futile. Oliver holds down your hips and Sendou has your upper body immobilised as he snakes his arms around you. 

“Patience,” Oliver chuckles at your pout. He’s knelt before both you and Sendou and he eases your left leg up, brings it up over his shoulder and leaves a tender kiss on your ankle. An apology perhaps. Or maybe a promise for what’s to come. With how wide you’re spread open, you feel utterly vulnerable. Your pussy’s on full display, full of Sendou’s dick and a mix of your juices—a combination of your slick and a mix of the three of your cum coating both your thighs and cunt. Utterly filthy.

All the while, Sendou’s softly kissing up and down your shoulder, whispering your name and apologies for stealing away your climax on repeat. Poor boy was already far gone on lust, only focussed on the pleasure shared between the three of you.

Your attention is dragged away, suddenly hyper-aware of Oliver’s dick hovering at the entrance of your still-filled cunt. And all of a sudden, it becomes obvious what the duo planned to do. 

Eyes widening at the thought, you’re quick to protest, “Wait– I can’t! It’s– mgh too much–”

They’re quick to shut you down, Sendou still whispering those drunken apologies but he’s freed a hand to come circle your clit. On the other hand, Oliver can only laugh at the sight before him. “Don’t worry, princess. You can,” he lightly reassures. And with that, he begins to slide his cock into your abused cunt. 

Sendou was alright, he had more length than Oliver and sure, it was a bit of a fit but you’ve easily gotten addicted to his dick fully in you over the course of the night. Oliver on the other hand, was thick. He practically fucked all coherent thought out of your pretty little head with every cant of his hips whenever he had his turn with you. Both of them though? At the same time?? There was no way, you’d burst before they could.

A soft call of your name brings you back. “Breathe,” Sendou tells you, interrupting your frenzied sinful thoughts. He continues pawing at your clit in an attempt to distract you. “We can– hah– stop if you really need to.”

Oh, but the thought of this indulgence coming to an end almost made you cry. So, choking on air, you reassure them, “No, it’s fine. Please– please don’t stop.”

If such a pretty little thing was begging them without shame, what could they do but oblige? And with your consent, Oliver continued once more, pushing his girth into your heat. It took a while, both boys showering you with reassurance and praise. You swore your vision swam with black spots when Oliver finally bottomed out though.

They gave you a few seconds, letting you adjust to two dicks, sitting heavy and snug within your gummy walls. You felt So. Fucking. Full. Stretched so far past your limits, you could only vaguely register your head lolling back onto Sendou’s shoulder and your mouth gaped open, drooling freely from the pleasure.

But the two of them have grown impatient and before you knew it, they were fucking you at full force once more. It was a symphony of pleasure for all of you. Sendou was back to jackhammering at you again, mind empty save for the thought of fucking you full of his cum. Breeding you. His hand had abandoned your clit and now, it could be found fondling your tits. The roughness of his actions was such a contradiction from the sweet, awkward boy you usually knew.

Meanwhile, Oliver traded speed for power and it was clear from his precise, heavy thrusts hitting your G spot in the small moments that Sendou pulled back. With your leg still thrown over his shoulder, it gave him the room he needed to pull his dick almost all the way out only to roughly stuff himself back into you with his strong build. One of his hands found its way back to your clit and you could see stars from how overloaded you felt. 

Hell, you swore that both men were fucking the air right out your lungs. Forget thinking, you could give up the idea of even breathing with both cocks fucking you so utterly and thoroughly. And really, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The feeling of each other’s dicks rubbing up against each other was a new sensation, one neither boy had ever felt before. Neither of them would admit to fantasising about this though. But that, mixed with how your pussy clenched them so perfectly and how beautiful you sounded—knowing they were the reason you were making such noises—was the final push they needed.

“Hah fuck. ‘m gonna– ngh gonna come,” Sendou panted into your ear, first to hit his limit since he was already weak from overstimulation. You were far too fucked to give much reply, save for mewling and moaning. Oliver chuckled at both of you though his own voice was strained from holding back his own orgasm. Still, he encouraged, “Go on, Sendou. She wants to be filled up, dontcha, princess?”

Mind far too scrambled from dick and struggling to catch your breath, you frantically nodded, not even too sure what you were agreeing to. But you gripped onto Sendou’s bicep, desperate to ground yourself and gave him a squeeze. The pink haired boy took that as his yes. 

Ribbons of his cum filled you, warmed you up and flooded your insides. That sensation was what sent you over the edge, finally catching your final climax of the night as it felt as though you’d live forever on this cloud nine. You might as well have squirted with how strongly the orgasm hit you and the mess you made all over Oliver. The idle thought of you squirting made Oliver groan. He quickly shelved thought though as there was always next time.

With a final powerful push, the older boy followed his friend in filling you up. Spurts of his seed filled you for the last time that night and you could only moan again at the feeling of being fucked full.

Finally worn out, the three of you collapsed to the bed, limbs a tangle of sweat, spit and cum. Oliver and Sendou didn’t even bother pulling out, leaving both their dicks in you, plugging you up. Still, they whispered praise into your ears, softly caressing every inch of your body and peppering every mark they had left on you with soft kisses. Oliver might’ve been gently wiping the three of you down where the boys never pulled out but well… You were already halfway to dreamland to care anyway. 

But you were definitely looking forward to the next time.

The morning after

includes: Nagi, Kaiser, Alexis, Oliver

Requests are open :)

gn!reader. no pronouns mentioned.

cw: Suggestive, mention of sex, pet names, forced plot.

Seishiro Nagi

The warmth of the sunlight beaming through the curtains is what stirred you awake. A quiet groan climbed its way up your throat as you turned to hide your face in the comfort of your pillows.

You stretched your hand out to grab the spare blanket but it landed on something else. You felt hair? Your eyes shot open. A person is lying next to you.

You rubbed your eyes and blinked through the blur from the action. As you woke up a little more, you realized that it was Nagi.

He hummed and stretched his arm out, snaking it around your waist and pulling you back down to the bed. "'m tired." You wanted to laugh at how he doesn't seem to care about the situation you both are in, but you just kept quiet.

You pulled up the blanket. A blush climbed its way onto your cheeks as you let the blanket fall back over your bodies.

You're both naked. How did this happen?

You shook Nagi, trying to wake him up. "Sei. What the hell is going on?" He only groaned and shifted, making his way on top of you. His head on your chest and his arms around your waist.

"What does it look like?" The only answer you get from him is a sarcastic one. His voice is deep and raspy with a tone of humor. "Just go back to sleep."

Micheal Kaiser

You groan when you hear the sound of running water from your bathroom. You're about to rush out of bed and see what the hell is going on. But before you can, you feel the sheets rub against your naked nipple.

You gasp as you pull the blanket up, you're completely naked. How? You don't tend to sleep naked, so how did you manage to get your clothes off?

You get up, grab the sheet wrapping it around your body, and make your way to the bathroom. The water isn't on anymore, it turned off a few minutes ago. As you open the door, you see a person in your bathroom.

You're tempted to scream, to slam the door and rush to the front and call the cops. But after opening the door even more, you see the blond hair (can't forget the blue ends). You almost sigh in relief.

You clear your throat and Kaiser turns around, smiling at you. "Good morning, I'm sure you missed me." His smile grows bigger as he walks to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You can feel your life drain just by being next to him, did you really have to sleep with the most self-centered guy out there? What is wrong with drunk you?

"Knock it off, Kaiser," you roll your eyes at his words. "What are you doing here." Aren't one-night stands supposed to leave after the sex? Do they usually take residence in your bathroom? You almost want to say this out loud, but you know that he'll throw a little fit.

"Mm, just getting ready for my game, Meine Süße." He turns back around and faces the mirror. His hand reaches out for the hairbrush and you almost want to knock it out of his hand.

"Every goal will be for you," he starts while he runs the brush through his hair. "So you better be there, cheering the loudest for me, Meine Süße." You almost want to roll your eyes, but you're sure you've rolled them more than you can count this morning.

"Just get dressed and get out of my house." Hopefully, Kaiser can't see the red on your ears when you make your way back to your bedroom.

Alexis Ness

If only you could kill your alarm, but that would be killing your phone and you do not have enough money to buy a new one. You blindly feel your way to your phone. Once you do, you squint and press the snooze. You'll wake up later.

"Better wake up now, don't want to sleep too late." A cheerful voice almost shouted, his voice bouncing off your walls.

Your eyes shot open as you quickly sat up. Your blanket falls down from the action which reveals your naked chest. If your eyes widened anymore, you'd be gawking at the man standing in front of your bed.

You hurriedly grab your blanket and wrap it around your naked torso. Alexis smiles and pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. He leans down and kisses your neck, making his way up to your ear.

He nibbles on your earlobe, licking a tiny bit. "Gonna give me another show?" He teases as he whispers in your ear.

Alexis pulls back and hums at your reddened face. He turns around and faces your body-length mirror.

Now you actually have a reason to gawk. His back is covered in red scratches, from his neck to his torso. You almost gasped, did you do that?

He sees your widened eyes staring at his back, his smile growing bigger. "Like it~? It might be your best artwork."

You never thought Alexis would be one to tease. But here you are, getting teased by the one man that keeps your sanity in check.

You almost want to laugh at the drastic change in him. Compared to how he acts on the field and now, in your bedroom.

"I'm going to get us some breakfast," he turns back to you and kisses your forehead. "I'll see you in a minute, baby."

The name makes you blush. Your eyes follow him out as he leaves your bedroom. Your sigh finally leaves your mouth, this man will be the death of you.

Oliver Aiku

Your yawn was quiet as you stretched your arms. Your hand flopped onto the bed as you turned your body to nuzzle deeper into your pillows.

"Ow! What the fuck, Y/n?"

You opened your eyes and saw Oliver resting on the other side of your bed. His hand is covering his nose from where your hand lightly slapped him.

"Mmh, good morning, Oliver." This isn't new. He usually sleeps over after 'fucking your brains out,' his words. After another failed talking stage or relationship, Oliver comes over and is reminded that there's someone who will actually give him the time or day.

He softly glares at you. You want to scoff at the glare, he should be grateful that you keep opening your door for him. Your hand comes up and taps his nose.

"Boop." He scrunches his face as he gently slaps your hand away. "Enough," he takes a deep breath. His body shifts and his legs tangle into yours. He climbs on top of you, his smirk spreading onto his face.

You roll your eyes, leaning your head back as Oliver reaches forward to kiss you. "Morning breath," you sigh. "Brush your teeth."

He only scoffs. Oliver pulls away and grabs your hand, leading you both to the bathroom. "I might be catching feelings for you, doll."

He laughs when he sees you roll your eyes. "Keep it at might."

You hope he can't hear the way your heart beats faster at the thought.

a/n: I love Alexis <3 I was giggling and kicking my feet when I saw him in the manga again

you should do “sex with them” blue lock character. your the best 🫶

As much as I love blue lock, I will NOT age up minor characters for the sake of sexual headcanons, so I will only go for those who are canonly 18 or above for such stuff. If you want 18- characters included, it has to be only fluff or neutral, no sexual themes. Thus...

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Sex with them. (Blue Lock edition)

character(s): itoshi sae, ryusei shidou, shoei barou, oliver aiku, tabito karasu

genre(s): smut

warnings: shidou is a tad bit nasty, otherwise it is sex so expect everyhing.

reader is afab!

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+. MINORS DNI

a/n: tabito is my least favorite, so apologies for him being short and somehow rushed.

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Sae fucks you like no other. He will make you cum every single time when you have sex, and always smirks when your legs tremble from his fingers, and will always stick his cock inside of you right when you reach your climax and thrust abruptly, making the experience way more ecstatic. Takes your panties with his teeth, always. Dirty talk is mandatory from his side, and he will call you his little "slut" and "plaything" with a mixture of degradation and praise in his tone, while gently caressing your face. He is not vocal most of the time, but you can tell he's enjoying it, because he bites his lower lip, closes his eyes shut and furrows his brows. If Sae ever makes a noise, it is going to be a breathy "hah~" or "mmh~". A little bit before his own climax, bites you and muffles his moans, his teeth digging deep. His pace is very slow initially, but then he abruptly accelerates, occasionally doing one very harsh thrust. His favourite position would be prone bone, because it is canon he likes butts and he enjoys the view of your ass jiggling. Loves, LOVES you in thongs, and takes pictures of your booty in them.

ミ⚝

Shidou is a monster (what a shock). He loves you giving him head beforehand, pushes your head so you lose your breath and become all red from the lack of oxygen. Loves seeing you in pain (but will be gentle if you ask him to) and chokes you, gags you, pulls your hair, and always smacks your ass, even when you're supposed to be quiet. He wants you to scream in pleasure, moans are never enough for him. His cock is big and it barely fits, but it fills you up so good you crave him more after one round. His mouth fills with saliva when he sees you wearing garters and will rip them apart with his hands, holding the fabric in his mouth while pounding inside you. Sex is never gentle with him, and has quite a big collection of ropes, chains, leather ties and shit, and will always tie you up. He's broken his bed with you before, and won't hesitate to do it again. Also, the thrill of being caught excites him, so expect frequent risky public sex with him. Man is a freak and enjoys period sex too, something about the bloody mess both will make riles him up, and he's willing to fuck you every day of your period. Deffo fucks you at least thrice before a game, because you're his lucky charm. Doesn't have favorite position, he loves all of them.

ミ⚝

Barou always makes sure the atmosphere is top-notch - lights up scented candles, the sheets are fresh out the washing machine, and he's showered at least twice beforehand. Gives amazing head, his tongue swirls on your pussy and loves sucking on your clit and squeezing your thighs, making remarks on how good you taste. Very tough on the field but once you touch him in private he will melt into your hands and let you dominate him for a short while, until he randomly decides to take the lead, but he never lays a hand on you, not even reassuring him will make him slap your ass or sth else, only squeezing. Surprisingly vocal - grunting, moaning, panting in your ear. Loves being praised by you, and your words really rile him up, and he is willing to increase his pace to the point where he becomes numb to the exhaustion. Man has stamina and goes for more than three rounds. His favorite would be shower/bath tub sex. He loves seeing the water fall down your back, or hearing the splashing of the bath tub water when he fucks you. He worships your body, so he opts for any position where he can caress/massage it, especially your sides. He doesn't like admitting it, but if you wear any sort of crop top with fitted pants, you're capable of making him horny on the spot.

ミ⚝

Oliver always makes sure the foreplay is long and sensual, so he can get you overstimulated from just his touch then finish you off with his cock. He'd start caressing your tits, licking your nipples while his fingers work wonders inside your pussy. He makes you cum at least 5-6 times during sex, and he wants you loud. Gives you compliments the entire time, specifically how tight and warm your pussy is. He goes deep, and always hits the opening of your cervix with force, making you wince in both slight pain and pleasure. Vocal - moans, pants, whimpers, whatever. Likes to play some music in the background, and has led lights that he always has on the color red. Loves the stand & carry position - the way your body shakes and trembles while his hands are placed on your lower back makes him go feral. If you ever prepare to go out and put on a fancy attire, he'd always fuck you in it. A fan of quickies, so there will always be one in the locker right before a game. Loves to smear your make up and leave huge hickeys on your entire body, especially chest, and doesn't let you cover them, he takes pride in what's his. Likes to make you lay on your stomach on his lap and spank your ass. Deffo has a pic or two of his cock placed on your cheek or tongue.

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Tabito loves orgasm control. Would order you to scream right before you cum and then he will cease your orgasm, smirking and chuckling at your exasperated pants and huffs. His hands are always either grabbing your tits or hips. Uses toys on a daily basis, especially when he feels like he wants to observe you touching yourself and try to use the toys yourself. Mutual masturbation is also of his taste - he'd kiss you and start plastering pecks and bites on your neck, stroking his cock and then gesturing you to touch yourself, too. Both of you cumming together warms his soul and makes the moment between you unforgettable. Always cums on your tits, always. Likes to see you wear cat ears and a black set of lingerie, and if you have stockings or fishnets - huge huge bonus and he'd go on for longer, just so he could completely tear your stockings/fishnets apart. Cums fairly quickly, so he is slower and only accelerates if he's close or on round 2+. Lets you play with him and use toys on him, too.

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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.

Day ten is here and so is the one theme that got a 100 vote poll stuck at nearly 50/50. So here is Oliver's version of the theme, dinner with his folks. Love that Oli is just a bunch of nationalities stacked in an overcoat - what with his dad being Sweden and German and his mom Japanese. I very much headcanon that he can speak Swedish (and English) he just doesn't boast about it.

summary. when Oliver's parents move back to Sweden, he sees a chance to take you for a visit his birth country for the holidays. And though you feel excited to meet his family, you can't deny you feel a little anxious too. But your worries quickly melt away when you get to witness where he takes his affectionate ways from.

pairing. Oliver Aiku x Fem!Reader

wordcount. 787 words

10. Family Christmas Dinner - Oliver Aiku

"I find it so cute that your parents moved to Europe after you came to live here," you beamed, making Oliver chuckle as he walked hand in hand with you.

"Eh, I mean, I think dad probably missed Sweden too, so I guess I was just an excuse," he shrugged, pulling you through the snowy streets as you walked towards his parents' home.

"Come on, it's still adorable that you all are in such good terms," you chirped, before a moment of hesitation took over you. "I hope they like me."

"Pffft, they are pretty easy to get along with, so it's nothing special," Oliver said, stopping to give a short kiss on your lips before climbing the steps to the front door. "And I know they are gonna like you, don't worry. Oh, yeah, if it looks like my dad is angry, just disregard it, that's his neutral expression, it's just the German in him."

He kissed your lips again before you could voice any other protest, finger pressing the doorbell before your faces parted. The silence of the small street made the low chime sound loud in your ears, only heightening your anticipation. In a few seconds, you heard the door unlocking, your hand gripping Oliver's tight as it swung open.

You had already seen the couple before you in pictures and videos, but it was never the same as seeing someone in person. They welcomed you both at the door with the brightest smiles, quickly ushering you in and away from the cold. When the door locked behind you, Oliver let go of your hand and embraced his father, exchanging greetings in Swedish - a language you rarely got to hear him speak.

It was sweet, to see how clearly they loved each other, but you weren't given much time to think about it, as his mother quickly pulled you into a hug, greeting you in an excited tone, and chastising her son for not introducing you properly. Quickly, though, your positions switched - Oliver's mother raising on the tip of her toes to wrap her arms around her son as his father brought you into a hug. They were both as warm as the inside of their home, and you could clearly see where Oliver's penchant for physical affection came from.

Matter of fact, looking at it now, you could see a lot of him on them. Oliver towered over his mother, and was also taller than his father, whose face he'd clearly inherited, though he had his mother's beautiful hair. Still, the most endearing thing was how he had the eyes from both - a gift given to him by the rare luck of being born with heterochromia.

Oliver pulled the gifts you'd both bought from the bag, which his parents quickly placed at the foot of the sparsely decorated tree - a Swedish thing, he'd explained to you, they were pretty minimalist about holiday decorations. They waved off opening the neatly wrapped boxes to another time, ushering you towards the dining room, Oliver's mom pulling you by the hand with the familiarity of someone who'd known you your whole life.

You sat at the table, ate, and chatted, and it warmed your heart to see how much they loved their son, and how they welcomed you in as if you were their own. Oliver's mother showed interest in your work and hobbies, while his father commented on your planned visit to see the Gävle Goat and bonded with you over pestering his son by calling him Tsubasa - to which Oliver protested, claiming you were both ganging up on him. It was easy and nice, and by the end of dinner, you were doing the dishes together, while his parents waited in the living room.

"See, I told you they'd love you," Oliver hummed, dual colored eyes turning towards you.

"Yeah, yeah," you laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. "Tho, knowing you, I bet they've never even seen you bring any other woman."

"Meh, better like that" he shrugged, bringing his face close to yours and brushing his nose affectionately against your own. "They don't need to know all the frogs I kissed before one of them turned out to be a princess."

"Hey, you called me a frog," you yelped, splashing water from the faucet onto his face, making him drop the cutlery he was holding and flinch away.

"I just called you a princess," he laughed, pulling your face closer to his with a wet hand, making you whine in protest, a sound he quickly silenced with a kiss. God, even when he was being romantic he was still damn annoying - though, that much you could still forgive.

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Day twelve, here is the end! And we go back to Oliver for probably the thing I was most excited to write, the Gävle Goat. Thanks to my favorite slut of a man for being from Sweden and giving me the chance to write this stupid thing. If you are cold, the Gävlebocken is cold, set it on fire!

summary. after spending the morning of Christmas day with his parents, Oliver takes you to see Sweden's most famous contribution to Christmas: the Gävle Goat And the infamously flammable straw goat he always dreamt of seeing being set on fire as a child might just have a surprise for him this year. Or maybe, it's Santa who does.

pairing. Oliver Aiku x Reader

wordcount. 872 words

12. The Gävle Goat - Oliver Aiku

"Oh, man, I remember coming to see this thing every time we'd spend Christmas here in Sweden when I was a kid," Oliver beamed, his breath fogging up in the chill air as his gloved hand found yours. "I always hoped I'd luck out one day and get to see it burn."

You laughed at Oliver's words, and he laughed alongside you, pulling you closer to share body heat as you both walked the snow covered street together. After spending the morning of Christmas day with his parents, he'd taken you by train to Gävle, to see the infamously flammable Gävlebocken. The twelve meters tall straw goat had been a staple of Swedish Christmas for years - and so were the many, many attempts to set it on fire, most of which were actually successful.

"What is it with people and setting this goat on fire, anyway?" You chuckled, holding tight to his arm.

"Fuck if I know," Oliver said with a shrug, "guess it's tradition now. And a little bit of arson is just fun," he grinned, laughing as he looked around and sped up his steps, pulling you along as he turned a street. "Oh, we're here!"

The minute you made the turn the public square came into view, the four storeys tall goat standing proudly in the middle of it - being watched over by bored guards, of course. The place was relatively empty, not surprising given the intense cold as well as the on and off snowfall that had been going on since the day prior. Oliver brought you both as close to the giant straw sculpture as possible, watching joyfully as you looked over it.

"Yeah, I get it now," you breathed out, resting your head on Oliver's shoulder as he held you by the waist, taking you for a walk around the straw goat so you could see the entirety of it. "It really does look like it needs some burning."

"Doesn't it?" He laughed, hugging you tight as you snaked your arms around his torso, your steps slow as you treaded through the snow. "Poor thing looks cold, someone should set it on fire."

"Maybe you should do it yourself," you leaned into him, whispering in his ear, warm breath tickling his cold skin. "Take matters into your own hands and make your childhood dream come true."

"Maybe," he whispered back in a low tone, laying a small kiss to your cheek. "Let's go make some Molotov cocktails and come back here, keep the tradition aflame."

You both laughed, coming to a stop as you neared the back of the straw goat, watching the lights on its horns illuminating its snow covered profile and the dim, gray sky around it. He couldn't really say there was no charm in the dream of setting the damn thing on fire, but there was even more in planning arson with you. Snaking his arms around your body as you both laughed, Oliver pulled you in tight against his chest, his lips meeting yours in a warm kiss that silenced the sound of your chuckles, leaving only the quiet air around.

The quiet barely lasted a second as quickly you both heard the sound of a speeding bike, it echoed loud in the silent square, but you couldn't see it, eyes looking in confusion. Though, even that wouldn't last long. The powerful hum of the bike's engine was almost immediately followed by the much louder sound of an explosion. Oliver's eyes quickly caught sight of the sparks, pushing you behind him on reflex, but the explosion happened at the head of the goat, near the opposite side of it.

The fire spread fast, and you and Oliver stood dumb-folded as the fire consumed the straw body of the statue - you both could hear the guards panicking in the background, talking about an arrow and a bike with two people dressed as Santa Claus. It was ridiculous and insane, but the dancing fire before you could only be described as magnificent. At least to Oliver, who realized now he was being granted his childhood wish.

"Wow," you gasped, eyes drawn to the flames as you stepped beside him again, arm curling around his bicep and holding tight. "It's strangely beautiful."

Oliver could only nod, entranced by the scene before him. The panicking guards unable to stop the fire from exposing the goat's metallic structure. The fire, all consuming as it always is, eating away at the straw with speed and purpose.

"This is the best Christmas ever," he muttered, eyes shining with chaotic glee as you laughed against his arm.

"Merry fucking Christmas, I guess," you said with a chuckle, the both of you basking in the warmth of the fire. "It seems Santa granted your wish."

"Two Santas on a bike," he laughed, turning back to you and giving a peck to your lips, smile wide on his face. "Gotta call my dad now, he owes me money."

"You betted on the goat burning?" You asked with a warm laugh.

"Oh, babe, I always do," he replied, laughing along with you. And this year he had won, Santa had come through indeed, in more ways than one.

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If you haven’t done them already could I please request Oliver’s love languages?

I was thinking of how long it was gonna take for someone to show up with this specific request, seems I got my answer right away, thanks for the request nonnie, here we go!

5 Love Languages Oliver Aiku

1st. Physical Touch

The world's biggest koala, he can be incredibly clingy. He loves closeness, loves touching, loves skin to skin contact. And while yes, it is a sexual thing, it's also not just that. He needs to feel you close, to share body heat, to cuddle up to you so he can be happy. Tho, he might knead a tit or maybe an asscheek like a stress ball while cuddling, he means no harm, he does it without thinking. Also, hope you like pda, cause this fucker does not care, you could even leave him painted in lipstick, he'd wear it with pride.

2nd. Words of Affirmation

Yes, words are cheap, and his can be worth cents, but not always. He says things with surprising ease, and sure, sometimes his words are said with less than true intentions, but when he really feels it they can be pretty damn honest. When he really loves someone he has no problem saying it, even in public he feels no need to bite his tongue. Matter of fact, he has no problem saying "I love you" first, the issue is gonna be making him shut up afterward.

3rd. Quality Time

Big believer that you gotta make time to spend together doing something - anything - no matter how busy your schedule is. He is happy with just cuddling up to watch a movie, anything is good. And he is gonna make an effort, even if he is tired and jetlagged as fuck, when he loves someone, he will find the energy for it. And in truth, it's not just because of you, but for himself too. He needs attention like he needs water to live, so of course he's gonna make an effort.

4th. Acts of Devotion

Funny enough, he actually does all those boring but functional things. It's just that he doesn't do them because he loves you, he does them just because that's how he is - he'd do those things for himself, his friends, his teammates. Look at how the U20 team trusted his decisions and relied on him, because despite his flaws he is a reliable person. So, he does the things out of practicality. Tho, this means he won't think of what you specifically need, you can just ask him for help, he's gonna whine the whole time but he will do it.

5th. Gift Giving

His brain doesn't have the "looked at this thing and thought of you" neural pathway, so gifts only really cross his mind when his phone calendar tells him your birthday is coming in a week. And even then he's gonna drag Sendo to go with him to find a gift. You can ask him to buy you something, spending is not the problem, but he really won't think about it if left by himself. He is also very prone to forgetting important dates, thank god for smartphones.

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i think oliver is extra mean when he has you almost bent in half. your legs on his shoulders stretching until it hurts, his heavy hips pushing you against the mattress as he admires you squirming under the sheets while he just lets his throbbing cock rest on your eager pussy lips, admiring how big it is, how good it will feel when he finally pushes inside you. he occasionally takes it and rubs your clit with the swollen head, then says, "ask for it like a good girl and maybe I'll give it to you."

in sleepless nights, i find solitude in you

FEATURING itoshi sae, itoshi rin, oliver aiku, chigiri hyoma, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, and shoei barou

CW oliver aiku

SYNOPSIS what they like to do on sleepless nights with you

NOTE these are hcs and are not reflective of their characters!

⋆˚✿˖° itoshi sae - hearing you talk about your day

- a mundane, yet intimate moment between you two - he finds it so endearing when you talk about your day and get so passionate about it too - he just loves hearing your voice; the way you speak, the way your voice just sliiightly raises when you’re telling him about some person you abhor (big boy word), and the way you ask him for his thoughts on something you’re yapping about makes him feel like the luckiest guy in the whole world - you both end up not sleeping D: but it’s okay, he’s not complaining because it’s you

⋆˚✿˖° itoshi rin - binge watching horror movies

- you hate him for this. - but at the same time, you love it because he holds you close to him - he knows you’re scared, especially when it’s ass o’clock in the evening (more like morning) and your room’s only source of light is the television. so he holds you tight :D - he has the urge to make fun of you because you’re oh so scared, but he stops himself from doing so because he loves holding you close

⋆˚✿˖° oliver aiku - holding you close to him (in his words, spooning)

- surprisingly, he’s not horny  - i guess bc of practice, he’s tired and he just wants to de-stress and go on about his night without tiring himself out more, you included (LMAO NOT ME SPEAKING LIKE IM GANG W GREEN GALLAGHER) - so he holds you close :D  - and its not like the hold you close and talk about stuff type either - literally the hold you close and sit in silence type with occasional kisses from him :D 

⋆˚✿˖° chigiri hyoma - gossip (okay so some of you probably don't tolerate gossip but gossip culture has been SUUUUCH a big part of my life that i cant help but associate it w chigiri im so sorry you can bitch slap me for this LMAOAOAO ANWYAYS)

- he loves gossiping. he usually has THE ggoat (greatest gossip of all time) - this usually ranges from people he works closely with, or people he knows but that person doesn't know him but for some reason the news reached him LMAOAAOA  - for some reason, he also has visual references??? like if theyre related to texting he has screenshots of their convo???? if irl, he has pictures????? YOU DONT KNOW HOW HE GETS THOSE 😭😭 (based this hc off my friend who has everything for some reason 😭😭) - and most of the time theyre literally so mind-boggling you have to stop him and walk around the room to calm your beating heart down - he also loves using a soundboard while doing so LMOAOAOAO

⋆˚✿˖° mikage reo - slow dancing

- ah yes. the typical rich boy activities. - but like even if he wasnt born in that class (GANG DONT TWIST MY WORDS IM NOT A CLASSIST WLANSISOS), he'd most likely still love doing this (idk theres smth about him that js makes me think he would love dancing) - in the kitchen, dimmed lights, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders, herb alpert playing in the background, and his lips on your forehead  - im leaving it at that :))

⋆˚✿˖° nagi seishiro - playing roblox

- typical nagi.  - what roblox games you ask? dress to impress. - he likes playing simple games at night. and those simple games dont include dress to impress :)) - buuuut. he still plays it because the satisfaction he gets from beating 12 year olds outweigh the stress he gets from said 12 year olds - he loves to duo with you - literally caseoh just more nonchalant - he also likes to play those 2 player tycoons :DD

⋆˚✿˖° shoei barou - baking

- his love language is quality time  - and what’s more quality than baking time >:D - hes not someone for consuming sugar at ass o’clock. but he’ll tolerate it bc it makes you happy :DD  - he has those #probakingskillz bc he used to bake TONS of stuff with and for his sisters (HE ALSO BAKES THEIR GIRL SCOUT COOKIES GRAHHHHHHHH) - you also make him wear those silly pink frilly aprons (you have matching aprons but instead of yours being pink and frilly its literally the opposite) 

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celeste my summer child <3 tell me what kinks the great oliver aiku would be into

hi cotton !! <3 it’s so sweet seeing you here !! i will totally share my thoughts with you bb.

nsfw below !!

breeding - oliver would so be into breeding. i can see him really loving the idea of filling you up and possibly getting you pregnant with his kid. it just turns him on so much that he can’t help but fuck his cum into you. he’s just so into it, he can’t help himself.

exhibitionism - oliver really loves the idea of someone possibly hearing you two having sex. it just gets him going because he wants that other person to watch you get fucked by his fat cock. the envy they must have watching him drill himself into you with his name crying from your lips. it just gets him so fucking hard. don’t be surprised if he asks you one day to fuck in front of someone he’s friends with.

daddy kink - yes, i 100% believe he would have a daddy kink. oliver loves whenever you moan out and call him daddy in the middle of sex. there’s just something very very erotic about hearing it and he doesn’t know why, but it riles him up so much. he’d make you say it over and over until your pussy is creaming all over his cock.

thinking about oliver fucking you nice and slow that your cunt is making noise for him..

his goal is to make you feel good, so whenever he has the chance, he’ll take his time and fuck you nice and tenderly that you’re pussy is sucking him in perfectly. he would make sure you were dripping wet and he gets off so much on how sticky your cunt is from just a few strokes. he can hardly get enough of how you feel and when he hears it he almost turns into a wild animal. he can hardly compose himself and you already know he’s going to breed you once he’s done <3.

“fuck.. this pussy is all mine, yeah? say it to me, baby.”

oliver talking his partner through it and calling him d**** god your brain is so huge my stomach hurts thinking about this. he’ll never tell you he loves you to your face and tries to fuck you more like he hates you because he doesn’t want to get too attached but as you’re getting close he’s all in your face and your neck, teasing you, biting your ear and softly begging you to tell him how you feel, how it’ll be better for him if you tell d**** just how close you are and how much you need him. takes you over the crest so sweetly, and continues rolling into you, chasing his own. his kisses are nonstop and so overwhelming, and he knows they are but he just really needs to connect with you like this. never the first to say “i love you” but unfortunately (in his opinion) he expresses it in so many other ways. sorry.

but i crumble completely when you cry | a. oliver

✮ tags ; DADDY KINK, afab + fem!reader, situationship!oliver, hooking up, unresolved romantic tension, p in v, praise, soft sex, it gets emotionally strange, riding, creampies, unprotected sex, under-negotiated kink in a sense though oliver is very careful

✮ wc ; 2.2k (i dont want to talk about it)

✮ a/n ; anon im going to haunt your dreams for putting this absurd image into my head when i dont even go here im crying screaming throwing up ive been thinking about it for hours. hours of my life wasted on this guys dick. upsetting!!!!!

also i do not write this often and do not plan too again any time soon so if ur seeing this and thinking about following me for content like it i would not recommend!!!

✮ synopsis ; you don't trust oliver with your heart or your feelings. nor do you expect anything from him.

but it's hard not to lean into him when he decides to cradle you so gently.

Your relationship with Oliver is both very ambiguous and very clear.

There's a line drawn, and you both steer clear of crossing it in your interactions. Oliver is fun. He's attractive and charming, a massive flirt but just genuine enough to be interesting.

It helps that he's hot. Physically, he's got an unreal build.

He's an athlete, so he's big. Wide chest and strong arms, thick thighs and the height to top it off. He's 6'3, and he's sexy (and his dick is huge) - and you sleep with him because of that. You don't date him explicitly because he's a womanizer. If you'd met when you were a little younger, a little more naive - you might've tried to dog-train him into being your boyfriend.

Because on top of the immaculate dick, he's fun to be around. He's funny, he drinks well, he's not a scumbag in the ways that turn you off.

You're old enough to know better. You have a career. You're too busy, and too jaded about love to try and fix whatever weird shit he has going on. So even if the two of you harbor some sort of emotional or romantic feelings for each other, you're smart enough to not get invested in those feelings and smart enough to have no expectations.

Oliver is your fun. He's your sneaky link, your weekend off. You come to him to blow off steam. You have rough, fast sex and it's good. Sometimes you chill afterwards, and you'll indulge each other in some physical affection but other times you take your shower and leave. It's a good time, and you know well enough not to ever ask him for any of your emotional needs. You have your therapist and girl friends for that.

Normally, when you're having a rough week - it's prime time to go to him. He'll fuck you a little harder than usual, and sometimes he's nice enough to kiss it better. But it's still, very distinctly, never crossing that boundary.

But some weeks, like this week - shit is bad. Not just stressful bad, but everything in the fucking world that could go wrong, is going wrong bad. It's not the kind of thing you can get over by compartmentalizing and even when you try to do your usual thing it doesn't really work.

You're trying right now - to get over the fucked up week you had. And you're turned on, but somehow - it's still not enough to get you completely out of it.

Oliver pauses mid stroke, in missionary - hetero-chromatic eyes staring you down as your thoughts are somewhere else completely. You don't notice the first time he stops, or the first time he calls you.

And he only gets your attention by cupping your face and making you look at him. You startle as you cast your glance his way.

"What's with you?" He asks, though he's not pissed or anything "Not feelin' it? Want me to stop?"

"No, you don't have too."

"Not what I asked," He chastises, letting go of your face "Not having your full attention is making me go soft,"

This makes you laugh, and Oliver cracks a smile seeing the tension melt off your face if only slightly.

"I'm cool with stopping." He assures. You let your hand reach up to his shoulder.

"It's not like I want to stop, necessarily? Like I wanna do something to get my mind off it and sex feels like the best option, but you know how it goes sometimes," You say, trying your best to avoid the emotional baggage of your words "We can stop though. I'll pay you for your wasted time," You tack the joke on at the end to ease the tension.

You're expecting him to pull out and stop, or maybe challenge himself into fucking you so good that you forget. Something more quintessentially Oliver than what he does do.

He gives you a blank look first, than a laugh that is a touch too sincere for you to be comfortable "That bad of a week?"

You're suddenly in dangerous territory. Somehow, this strange intimacy makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You swallow thickly, the emotions coming over you so quick you end up looking away.

"Yeah. You know. It's fine, but you know."

"Mm," He says. He leans into your space. His breath is warm and his stubble tickles your skin as he whispers in your ear. You feel your breath hitch. And the air feels heavy "Wanna try somethin' else?"

"Like what?"

"A surprise," He says first, and find your stomach tightening. A hollowness in your nerves "Gotta trust me."

"You're scaring me." You joke.

"I'm a sex expert, you know?" Oliver says, humming against your skin "If I can't remedy your little problem with my dick, it's bad for my street cred. My yelp reviews will tank."

"You're such a dumbass."

"Do you trust me?"

You don't know how to answer. Yes, for the most part. Not with everything, but with your pleasure at least. Whatever this is, it doesn't feel the same. But you say yes, anyways. Oliver kisses your jaw in reply, then he pulls out.

He flips position easily. He ends up on his back, then he grabs you to rest on top of him. You're not sure what you're expecting. He holds you by your hips as your sex hovers over his cock. His thumb is rubbing circles into your skin as he sinks you down slowly onto him.

You only stare at him, mouth opening as you feel him stretch you open for a second time.

You're more aware of it this way. He's so thick, and so intrusive - and normally, you're feeling that in hard strokes. Fast and rough, like something knocking into your cervix. But like this, he's hitting a deep angle. You can feel every curve, every inch, as you come down slowly.

He keeps you there. For longer than you'd expect. Just keeps you, settles you, holds you gently. You stare at him as he grabs your hand, locking your fingers. Your first instinct is to panic, or crack a joke - but there's an intense look in his eye that shuts you up.

Uncharacteristically gentle, you find yourself frightened. Oliver's hands reach for you again. They hold your waist and slide up the planes of your body. He holds your tits in his palms and squeezes.

He does this a lot, but there's not usually this much touching. This much foreplay. It's grabby, a deeper pressure. He doesn't...feel you, in the way he is now. You stare at him, and he looks back at you so fondly you feel a strange urge to pretend it never happened.

"Play with your clit," He says, though there's no urgency in his voice.

Deep and smooth, the timbre in it has you shaking. You listen, on auto-pilot as you play with yourself clumsily and build a slow pressure. He just watches.

"C'mere, baby. And don't stop touching yourself."

Another pause. It's not the first time he's called you that. He likes to call you all sorts of things when you're fucking, and baby is one of the few. But not like that. Not like this. He gives you a lazy, self satisfied smile and encourages you by placing a hand on where he can reach on your low back.

You lean down, and Oliver tucks you into his chest. He's warm, and strong - and smells so good, like musk and cologne. Your free hand is on his chest, as he grips your hips and fucks up into you.

"That's it," His voice is pleasant to your ears. It feels funny to you "Just gotta listen to me."

He starts fucking you slowly. It's a familiar feeling, a pleasant stretch that dulls into a euphoric fullness. But it's never been this slow before. Each thrust is slow, and punctual, and so deep you feel yourself gasping. It's not enough to push you over the edge, but it's enough to make your mind feel a little numb.

You think he's going to keep at you like this, maybe edge you to take you out of it. But he doesn't. He keeps his pace.

"Had a hard time this week, didn't you, tough girl?" He mumbles, so low it doesn't feel real. You feel your heart start to race. You feel your throat start to close around something, choking "Did a good job and came to me. Gonna let me take care of it?"

You stumble. You aren't sure what to say, you nod and hope he feels it. He laughs a little. You can't be sure if you're fucking Oliver or not.

You know it's him but he's never been like this. Not once. Not ever.

"Gonna let daddy take care of you?" He says, though it's tentative. Your breath hitches. Something strange overwhelms your senses "Tell me, baby."

"Uhm," Your first reaction is a sense of resistance, an immediate pull away. Not that you hate it but you aren't sure how to adjust. You squirm, but you don't tell him no. You feel like you can't in this state "Uh-uh,"

He keeps surprising you, pressing his lips to yours where you hover over him, tender as he ups the pace of his thrusts.

"That's what I like to hear," He almost sounds proud "You'll hurt your head if you think too much. And I'd be a bad daddy, letting that happen, yeah?"

A vulnerable, foreign sensation drives you to speak "You're not bad in that way."

He laughs "Just in other ways, right?"

You giggle "Uh-huh."

"But not in this one," He repeats, very carefully. He fucks into you harder now, pays extra special attention to you. It's all for you, is what he's saying in a language completely foreign yet somehow so known. One only the two of you will ever know fully, confined in the four walls of this room "Daddy is good at taking care of you like this, so you should let him do just that. Tough girls always need their daddies, hm?"

It's what ends up tipping you up over the edge. You cling to him, succumbing to whatever weird space the two of you have fallen into you. Suspended in this odd sense of comfort that Oliver has thrust you in unannounced.

You don't trust Oliver with a lot, and this is more than what you should ever find yourself giving. In the back of your head you think you should pull away.

But he's comforting. It feels good, and strangely feels safe - and even for all the ways he's awful, you trust he'd never do anything bad to you. Even if it's a blip in the timeline, for now it's what you need. A blurry cross into your emotional needs that translate into your physical ones. Too much and so overwhelming, you hug closer to him and take a deep breath.

"Mm," You let yourself lean into him. Just this once, you promise yourself. "I wanna cum."

"Want it a little harder?"

"Mhm,"

"Then Daddy will give it to you a little harder, yeah? Anything for you." He says, and you try not to think to deeply on what that really means. Because even in this state you know it's not nothing, but you should never pry "Daddy can give you anything you want."

"Yeah?"

He chuckles a little as he fucks into you hard. Fucks into you how you need. You're wet enough, and wondering if you were always so into being doted on. Or if it's just the fact that it's Oliver. Another thing you decide to overlook as you zero in on the sensation of being pistoned from underneath. You're soaking. The room noisy with the sticky noise of Olivers cock penetrating you over and over, skin hitting skin as his hips press against your ass. His grip is bruising but not intentionally, his chest huffed in pleasure.

He's just as close as you are, you know all of his cues. You play with your clit faster, sensitive bud throbbing hard as all the blood rushes south. Your mouth has fallen open as the slow, thick desire coiling and culminating into something cosmic. Something big and heavy, but not too fast. Not a crash landing like you're used to.

But a single weight, the force of a star dropping to Earth. You figure Oliver is the gravity in your universe, holding you down so you don't float too far. You want to cling onto him for much longer.

And somehow, you're inclined to think he would let you.

"Oliver," You say his name as it builds, then decide on something else "Daddy,"

"I'm here, baby," He says back, like it's all he has to say for everything to make sense when nothing about this does "I'm right here. Let go."

So you do. You cum hard, and it comes in long never ending waves. Too much. It makes you collapse in Olivers arms, both arms coming around his neck as he continues to fuck you through the aftermath.

"Gonna," He voices, rasping as his thrusts become sloppy "Shit. Cumming, shit."

He cums with you, cums deep inside like usual and you mewl at the feeling of being filled with hot, sticky seed.

When it's over, you're almost afraid to look at him. When the tensions settled, and his chest goes back to it's steady breaths - you wonder whats going to happen next.

"Wanna stay like this for a while?"

You nod.

"Mm. Sleepy."

"Stay like this, then. I'll wake you in a little."

"So you can kick me out?" You joke, trying to pretend nothing is different. He pauses.

"Just to shower," He whispers, hand resting on your lower back "Sleep."

There's too much to think about. Tomorrow will be strange. You let yourself succumb to your own exhaustion.

"Okay."

you cum on olivers cock because he’s fucking you so good and he laughs in between a moan and pats your pussy and tells you to be easy on him since he wants this to last, okay?

oliver who has the most insane breeding kink.

he discovered it one day while you two were having sex. you practically begged him to cum inside you and ever since he’s been obsessed with doing it every single time. he loves the way you whimper when his thick cum seeps into your womb, making your pussy feel nice and warm afterwards. he would love the idea of you being pregnant too. nice and round with his baby just sets him off and he fucking loves it.

if he’s feeling bold, he’ll watch it slip out of your cunt in globs sometimes because he just gets going whenever you beg for him. other times, he’ll cockwarm you to make sure none of it can escape, because he doesn’t want you to miss out on that delicious feeling. he just can’t get enough :( and your pretty voice egging him on doesn’t help to that desire in his gut.

“want my cum, baby? yeah? this pussy is callin’ for me, huh, princess? i’ll give you my whole load, don’t you worry..”

I JUST CAN’T HELP BUT BE SEXUAL

୨୧ featuring: itoshi sae, oliver aiku, chris prince, michael kaiser x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, cockwarming, pet names, nipple play, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, degradation kink, choking, dumbification, dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie 

୨୧ synopsis: cockwarming with them turned into them fucking your brains out

ଘ wc: 3.5k

ʚ ITOSHI SAE ɞ 

It wasn’t unusual for you to sit on his lap while you were watching a movie. Sae liked that, as he was able to soothingly run his hands on your thighs whenever you got scared, while kissing your cheek and murmuring that you needn’t feel afraid, as he was with you. There was also one other reason. You might not be able to see his face, but you could understand that Sae found the movie dull, when his hands started grabbing your ass. And on the occasion he was bored to death, he would resort to emergency measures. 

“S-Sae!” you called out his name in a whiny voice. “I’m trying to watch the movie.” 

“You do that, love. Don’t mind me, just focus on the movie.” 

He might have said that, but it was impossible for you to continue paying attention to the screen. How did he expect you to focus, when his cock was resting inside your cunt that engulfed him oh so perfectly? Sae was doing literally nothing. He just sat there comfortably, feeling your walls tightening around him. You were squirming on your seat, trying as best as you could not to move, even though his hardened cock made it quite a challenge. His hands were firmly holding onto your ass, fondling your ass cheeks, in an attempt for him to cure his boredom. 

You tried hard to concentrate on the movie, but he made it impossible. His throbbing cock had you throwing your head on his shoulder, him wrapping his arms around your body, as he kissed your neck. Sae was clearly turned on by now, that was an understatement. Yet he wasn't going to thrust his cock, not until you told him to, purely out of respect for your want to watch the movie. You rolled your hips in an attempt to get some friction, feeling as if you were going crazy, only for Sae to stop you. 

“I thought you wanted to focus on the movie,” he murmured, as he sucked on your neck. 

“Sae… Please…” 

He could never say “no” to those beautiful, pleading eyes; not in a thousand years and definitely not now. Capturing your lips in his, you felt him thrusting his cock in your soaked walls, slowly and teasingly, just so that he could drive you insane. His hand slid underneath his t-shirt which you were currently wearing, reaching your breasts and playing with your nipple, stimulating you further, as his other hand reached down and rubbed your clit, making you moan in your kiss. 

“Sae… Faster… Please…” you begged him. While you enjoyed feeling him stretching you all the way to the depths of your little cunt, you were desperate for him to make you cum. And at this pace, you weren’t going to experience that sweet ecstasy any time soon. His hips snapped, as he started pounding into you faster, just like you had requested. You held onto his arms that were holding onto your upper body, closing your eyes, as you focused on the sensation of him thrusting hard into your walls. 

Your body spasmed around his cock, as he fucked you through your orgasm, while you moaned for him to give you more. And he did. With his cock still buried into your cunt, Sae turned you around to face him. “Go ahead, love. Ride my cock till you’re satisfied.” He was just sitting there, looking at you as he waited for you to make a move. Placing your hands onto his stomach for support, you started bouncing yourself on his cock, moaning at how deep it reached. Leaning to his face, he lazily responded to your kiss. His hands caressed your body, before finding their rightful place on your hips. 

Sae slapped your ass, hearing you whimper in his ear. “You want me to fuck you myself, is that it?” he asked, his hands now slamming your hips on his cock. “Because I know for a fact that this isn’t enough to please you.” Your cunt creamed all over him, his vicious thrusts having you moaning his name amongst otherwise incoherent and nonexistent words. Sae smirked at how your walls clamped around him, making it impossible for him to pull himself out. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, painting your skin with his marks, as your body trembled in his embrace, already experiencing your second orgasm. 

He cummed into your cunt, filling you to the bream, having your eyes roll to the back of your skull. “More… More…” you meowled. Heeding to your demand, Sae had you lie on the couch, lifting your ass up, before thrusting himself in those tight walls of yours again. He was holding onto your ass, ramming into you just the way he knew would have you screaming, your face buried in one of the pillows. You had cummed twice and yet you were still getting more and more turned on as time passed by. 

You had lost track of time. You had lost track of how many times you had cummed. Your mouth was blubbering nonsense, but to his ears it sounded like a melody. Sae thrusted one more time, before reaching his orgasm, his movements coming to a halt, as he remained deeply buried in your cunt for a while. He kissed your shoulders, as his hands drew soothing lines across your exhausted body, whispering how good you had been for him. Pulling out, he took a minute to marvel at the mix of your releases dripping down your thighs. 

ʚ OLIVER AIKU ɞ

You sat in-between his legs, your head resting on his muscular chest, as you let him take care of you. After a shower, simply immersing yourself in the warm fresh water of the bathtub made you relax. Oliver was sitting behind you, kissing your shoulders and neck, making you ticklish. He couldn’t help but ran his fingers all over the marks he had left upon your body earlier, when he fucked you dumb until you were exhausted. Truth be told, he wanted to continue, not feeling as if he had had enough of you yet. But he didn’t wish to push you any further. 

You could feel his hardened cock on your ass. You turned your body around to face him, standing on your knees, your legs on either side of him. Oliver caressed your cheek gently, as he leant onto his hand, supporting himself on his elbow. His eyes wandered to your body, taking in how breathtakingly beautiful you were, branded all over with his marks. Wrapping his arm around your body, Oliver pulled you closer, burying his face in your breasts, as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“You seem to be in a tight spot,” you pointed out. 

He chuckled, before raising his head to look at you, his chin resting on your chest. “You don’t need to worry about that, sweetheart.”

“No, that won’t do.” 

Oliver moaned, as you slid down slowly on his erect cock, slightly hissing from the lack of sufficient lubrication. Taking him all in, you wrapped your hands around his neck and relaxed your muscles. You crushed your lips on his, as the two of you exchanged sloppy and lazy open-mouthed kisses. You made out as he remained balls deep inside you, neither of you moving, just enjoying the sensation for a little while. 

Unconsciously, your hips started swirling around his shaft, suddenly feeling yourself turned on again. Oliver couldn’t help the smirk that curved on his lips, hearing your soft moans echo in the bathroom. He started thrusting his hips slowly into your velvet walls, as he held your waist firmly, aware that you were tired. His every touch was soft as a feather, making your body shiver from the intimacy of the moment. 

He made you painfully aware of how well his throbbing cock stretched out your little cunt. You were squeezing him tight inside you, not wanting him to pull out, not now or ever. On any other occasion, Oliver would have already started pounding into you as if he were in heat, making you scream his name and cum all over his cock. In fact, he had already done that just a while ago, which was the reason why he restrained himself. Not to mention that he quite liked having slow, loving sex once in a while, as he thought that it had its own grace. 

He was feeling thankful to have been able to slide himself in that cunt he adored so much, despite all your exhaustion. Other than any movement you made on your own, Oliver maintained his slow paced tempo. Intertwining your fingers on both hands, he brought them to his lips, kissing them softly. His eyes pierced through your body, making you blush from his tender gesture, which he found adorable, as he knew very well what an utter slut you could be for him. 

Holding tightly his hands, you started riding him, feeling impatient now to climax. Oliver just sat there, overwhelmed by your beauty, as you chased after your release. Your moans were enough to make him cum right then and there, but you came first. Coming to your aid, he jerked his hips upwards in a rougher manner, as he kissed your shoulder all the way down to your breasts, taking turns in sucking each nipple in his mouth, having you throw your head back, your hands clutching tightly his. 

He couldn’t help but laugh at your cute expression as you fought back the urge to fall asleep right at that moment, in spite of the fact that you were on the verge of orgasming. Grabbing your chin, Oliver captured your lips, muffling all those pretty moans of yours. His hands held tightly onto your waist keeping you in place, as he thrusted his cock in those creamy walls of yours, sending you to your release. He followed right behind you, burying himself inside you, as he cummed, coating every inch of your cunt. 

You kissed his lips one more time, before resting your head on his shoulder, whilst trying to regulate your breath. Oliver softly caressed your back, giving your head a little peck, helping you calm down from your high. Your shallow breathing and that cute little snore curved a loving smile on his lips, feeling you now completely asleep in his arms. Cleaning you up, he took you to the bed, lying your sleeping form down, before filling up the empty spot next to you. Unconsciously, you buried yourself in his arms the moment he lay down, making him chuckle. 

ʚ CHRIS PRINCE ɞ 

His favourite day was always the day after a football match. Well, definitely the day of the match was important to him and he would give his best performance throughout the game, but nothing beat waking up in his bed next morning, curled up in the bed sheets with you in his arms. Don’t even get him started if he had won the match the previous night. Chris would spend his entire morning just lying there next to you, watching you sleep so peacefully, feeling as if he were the luckiest person on earth. 

His mind would slowly start making dirty scenarios, thinking how perfect it would be if he were to just fuck you out of your slumber, welcoming you to the new day by making you cum on his cock. He would try to take care of his boner on his own, but that was never enough for him. Kissing your neck, he slowly slipped himself in your cunt, a low moan escaping his lips. Chris caressed your bare body underneath the bed sheets, leaving small kisses on your neck and shoulders. Sleeping naked was a habit you had picked up thanks to him. 

He didn’t make a single move, only remained deeply buried in your cunt, feeling euphoric from the warmth and tightness. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your little frowns in your sleep as you felt him getting more and more hard. You moaned, as your walls tightened around him, making it almost impossible for him to refrain from pounding into you. His arms wrapped around your body, as Chris massaged your breasts, earning a few more moans from his sleeping princess. 

He didn’t plan on actually fucking you — or at least not that soon. Chris simply wanted to relax a bit more before going about his day. However, naughty little you had other plans, when you shamelessly started moving your hips across his shaft, still sleeping. And he would be heartless not to heed to your obvious pleas for him to take you right then and there. Thrusting himself deep in your cunt, Chris watched over your shoulder at your reactions, getting more and more turned on. 

“C-Chris…” you moaned, slowly starting to wake up. 

“Good morning, princess.” He kissed your neck. 

Your body arched against him, aiding him in hitting all your pleasure spots. You hadn’t quite realised when all this had started and truthfully that was the least of your concerns at the moment. Seeing you awake, Chris picked up his pace, thrusting now faster into your drenched cunt, making you clutch hard onto your pillow. You were so beautiful, moaning his name as soon as you woke up. And even if it was entirely his fault, he would still make it seem as if it was yours. 

“You like my cock that much, don’t you, princess?” Chris mocked you, pulling back to admire the hickey he left on your neck. “Is that why you’re going crazy on it first thing in the morning? Oh my, what a dirty little girl you are. Just what am I going to do with you?”

But your half-awake, half-asleep brain couldn’t actually process his words, as his cock had it going dumb from the immense unexpected pleasure that seized control of your body. With a swift move, Chris had you lay on your stomach, as he thrusted himself into your cunt forcefully. You were screaming in the pillow, only for him to sneak his hand underneath and choke you out of it. “I want to hear those filthy moans, princess. Louder.” Soon enough, the room was filled with your moans, driving him towards his orgasm. 

Cumming into your cunt, he cupped your breasts and he continued pounding into you, fucking you out of your own orgasm. And if you thought that he was done, you didn’t know him as well as you’d like to believe. This was only the appetiser. The main dish was about to be served. And let’s not forget about dessert. Not even last night’s win had managed to satisfy him. He was hungry for more; he was hungry for you. Chris literally fucked you awake only to experience the honour of having you usurp his control and use him now to quench your own appetite for him. 

And while he let you do your thing for a while, he couldn’t allow himself to be under your command for long. “Mmm… Yeah… Just right there… Oh, fuck— Please… Harder…” He laughed at your face, seeing you frown and even cry when he slowed down on purpose, his thrusts now becoming more shallow and all of it just for the sole reason of punishing you, reminding you who is in control. Chris fucked you dumb right from the day’s start, which caused you to be a cute little silly mess for the entire day. But he didn’t care, he found it to be one of your charms. 

ʚ MICHAEL KAISER ɞ 

“You forgot your glasses again,” you scolded him. 

Kaiser was sitting on the couch, going through some stuff on his tablet. You could see how he had started struggling to read properly, having overexerted his eyes once again. Making yourself comfortable on his lap, you put his glasses on and smiled at him. “Thank you, darling.” He leant closer and kissed your lips, then wrapped his arms around you, as you rested your chin on his shoulder, him returning his attention back on his tablet. 

It felt nice, being engulfed by his scent always calmed you down. Kaiser would occasionally kiss your head, while soothingly ran his tattooed hand up and down your back. You enjoyed it, of course, but you really needed him at that moment. He couldn’t help but smirk at your hips grinding on him. “Oh, what do we have here?” he asked in a taunting tone. “Do you want my cock, darling?”

“Mmmm…” you moaned, feeling yourself get more and more aroused. “I need you now, Kaiser.” 

“Well, that is a problem.” 

You turned to look at him with a puzzled expression on your face. Kaiser kissed your lips, his tongue penetrating your mouth as his arms caged you in his embrace. Pulling back, he smirked, as he caressed your cheek, observing how breathless you already were by just one kiss. He removed your clothes slowly and agonisingly, taking pleasure in all your desperate whimpers for his touch. His name came out as a moan from your lips, as he rubbed two fingers on your drenched cunt. 

“Such a whore. And all for me.” Choking your neck, he bit down on your shoulder, then sucked on your flesh, leaving behind a hickey. Getting rid of his sweatpants and boxers, leaving himself naked as well, he aligned his hardened cock with your cunt, thrusting hard all the way in. You were about to move, when Kaiser stopped you, holding your waist down. He smirked, hearing you whimper, impatient for him to pound into you just the way that had your little mind go dumb. “What is it, darling? I thought you wanted my cock. Well, I gave it to you, didn’t I?” he feigned ignorance. 

You should have known better than to tell him that. When it came to sex, more often than not if there was something you wanted, Kaiser would make sure to take his sweet time before actually giving it to you. He teased you and mocked you, having you beg him for what you wanted. “Now, be a good little whore for me and stay still. I’m not done yet.” Resuming his attention on his tablet, he appeared completely unbothered by your cunt tightening around him. Yet you knew he was barely holding himself back, feeling his cock throb in your velvet walls. 

You had two options; be a good little whore and do as you were told or… “Hmm, you really wish to defy me?” Kaiser asked you amused, watching you move your hips on his cock. “You know what will happen next if you don’t stop right this instant, right?” Oh, you knew very well. You bet everything on him snapping right then and there, feeling as if you could cum only by that irritated look in his eyes. Innocently looking at his eyes, you shamelessly rode his cock, biting your bottom lip as you felt him reach deep inside you. “You’ve been warned, whore.” 

His hands kept your body still, as he started thrusting himself in your cunt. He buried himself on your breasts, sucking and biting all over them. Biting down on one of your nipples, he looked up to watch your lips part as you moaned his name. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt, although that was part of the fun. All that pent-up feeling of lust in your body washed over you, creaming all over his cock, curving a mocking smirk on his lips. 

Kaiser flipped you on your back, holding you down by your neck, as he continued pounding into you. You felt overwhelmed by his aggressiveness, a tiny bit of scared as well, but you relished the feeling. You were holding onto the couch for dear life as he ravaged your cunt, his tattooed hand pressing down on your stomach, forcing your breath out of your lungs. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, feeling him cum in your tight cunt that desperately clamped around him, not wanting him to leave. His hands on your waist were holding your body bruisingly tight, yet you couldn’t mind less about the kinds of marks he engraved upon you. 

The emperor was feeling generous today. He was going to shower you with his love and affection, as he would touch you tenderly, making you melt in his arms. And then stupid little you had to have it your way and dare to disobey him. Of course, he could never have that happening. Kaiser drove you from one orgasm to another, making you a total mess, ruined mascara tears running down your cheeks, your voice almost lost and your body marked down to the bones from him. And fuck, you looked so gorgeous, screaming his name as he had you orgasm for the last time.

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oliver aiku x f!reader. 1.5k wc. ﾉ nsfw ( MDNI! ) ﾉ established relationship ﾉ clothed sex ﾉ unprotected sex ﾉ fingering ﾉ petnames (pretty girl, baby) ﾉ creampie :3

It isn't often that Oliver gets home before you. It’s boring without you, he thinks while aimlessly scrolling through the apps on his phone. You’d shot him a text earlier telling him that you’d be going out with some friends for dinner but he didn’t think you’d be gone for so long. He’s starting to think that he should have just met you at that restaurant on his way home from practice when the sound of your key in the lock echoes throughout the entryway.

“I'm home,” you sing from the foyer, haphazardly kicking the uncomfortable heels off of your feet. Oliver doesn’t look up from his phone but he returns your greeting with, “welcome home. How was dinner?”

“Good,” you draw out the vowel as you approach him in the living room. His eyes are still glued to the device in his hand. This is nothing like when he gets home from practice—he usually wastes no time seeking you out after going hours without seeing you. It’s been since this morning that the two of you were last together—you thought he’d be more excited for you to be back after spending a night out. You’re tempted to pout and call him out on the lack of mind he’s paying you but, at the last moment, you decide not to.

You’re sure you’ll have his attention soon enough.

“I missed you, though,” you tell him as you round the couch, bending at the waist and resting your palms just above his knees. The newfound proximity seems to be all it takes for Oliver to finally set his phone aside. He has every intention of returning the sentiment and telling you he missed you too but the words die on his lips the moment he gets a glimpse of you.

Oliver has always made a point to let you know that he’s attracted to you beyond your looks but he’d be lying if he said that they weren’t part of your appeal. It’s hard to ignore how good you look in that crop top, nipples poking through the thin fabric that cuts off before your belly button. Below your navel is the heart-shaped buckle of your belt that’s laced through the loops of your pleated denim skirt—one short enough to turn heads, just long enough to protect your decency. Damn, he really should have met up with you after practice.

“Well, don’t you look pretty?” Oliver smiles, cradling your face and tapping your cheek with his pointer finger. Your glossy lips curl up into a grin, as if those were the words you had been waiting to hear.

You straighten up to give him a better look at you. The scent of your perfume mixed with the lingering aroma of whatever you had been drinking earlier wafts through the air as you twirl on the ball of your foot, warranting the man a 360 view. You giggle at the way he whistles with your action. “Thank you.”

You come to straddle his lap, your fingers tangling in thick locks of hair. Oliver's hands waste no time finding their way to your hips, giving you a firm squeeze. He smiles up at you, mischief swimming in his green and purple eyes. “Bet you gotta lot of compliments, hm, pretty girl?”

You hum and nod, nails scratching gently at his scalp as you slowly grind against his growing hard-on. A quiet moan pushes past your lips before you answer him. “Think the waiter had a crush on me.”

“Oh?” Oliver grins, rough palms sliding from your hips and beneath your skirt to knead the fat of your ass. “I can't blame him, I've got a helluva crush on you, too.”

The laugh bubbling up from you catches in your throat at the way your clit rubs against the tent of his pants. The jolt it sends down your spine is a physical reminder of how you’ve been thinking about this all night and you don’t have it in you to wait any longer. Your voice is just above a breathy whisper with your next words. “How about you show me just how much you like me?”

“Shit, I'd be happy to, baby.” While one hand continues massaging your behind, the other comes up to pull the thong that clothes your pussy to the side. His digits run between your puffy folds almost teasingly before he slips two inside, earning a broken moan from you.

His lips latch onto the pulse of your neck, his stubble tickling you as he sloppily sucks away at the skin. That with the rhythmic thrusting and scissoring of his fingers in your cunt make you lightheaded. There’s only one word you can mutter and it’s, “more.”

Oliver's tongue licks a stripe up your neck, the breath from his low chuckle causing the fine hairs of your neck to stand. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he taunts, fingers slipping in and out of you.

“Need you to fuck me,” you beg, tipping your head down to capture his lips in a clumsy kiss. He swallows each of your moans, nipping at your lower lip as he pulls away.

“Now how can I say no to that?” You feel empty without his fingers stuffed inside of you but can forgive the absence when he pulls down the waistband of his sweats, heavy cock slapping against his abdomen upon its release.

Oliver gives himself a few pumps, spreading the beads of precum gathered at his slit down his shaft. The breathy moan he lets out makes you all the more impatient. He must be able to sense your unwillingness to wait because he guides his cock to your heat, slowly dragging the head through your folds, your arousal coating him. Oliver's tongue runs along his teeth, lips pulling into a proud grin. “So wet for me, hm?”

You nod fervently. “Only f'you.”

He chuckles at your desperate response but he’s really just as desperate to feel you—your warmth. The teasing drags come to an end when he meets your entrance. You can feel him there, his tip slowly pushing into you with that pleasurable burn you’ve grown to recognize.

“There you go,” Oliver offers through a satisfied grunt as you sink down onto him. “Just like that, pretty girl.”

He’d usually give you a little more time to adjust but his hips seem to have a mind of their own, pulling back and bucking into you before you’ve even had the chance to take all of him. The motion draws a shocked gasp from your lungs, the kind that’s music to Oliver's ears. He wants—no, needs—to hear more.

You’re more than happy to oblige, fingers tangling in the lime tips of his hair. Your hips move on their own accord, rolling with each of Oliver's ruts. It isn’t long before the roll of your hips and the thrust of his join in a sensual dance, the lewd slapping of skin and mingled moans serving as your music.

Your head falls to the crook of oliver’s neck, spinning with exhilaration. “Feels s'good,” you manage to mumble into his skin.

“Yeah?” His fingers glide over the exposed skin of your midriff, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They drift lower, beneath the denim of your skirt to blindly search for the spot he’s sure will make you feel even better.

The pad of his thumb brushes your sensitive nub, eliciting that very same, delicious, gasp from earlier. “Oli! right there!”

He would have laughed if it weren’t for the way your walls spasmed around him at the new stimulation. It makes him throb, a shaky “fuck,” filling the air. The steady rhythm of his hips is abandoned for a hungry one more fit to chase what he’s sure is your impending orgasm.

The snap of Oliver's hips sends his length deeper, allowing him to kiss the spot that always ensures that you unravel. And with the rough circle he’s rubbing against your clit, it takes practically no time for the heat to pool in your core, for you to stand at the precipice of pleasure. “Ah! G-gonna cum!”

“Come for me then, baby.”

As though his words are your permission, you fall off the edge and into a wave of euphoria. His name is like honey on your lips as you tremble with the aftershock of your climax.

The fluttering of your walls around him is all it takes for Oliver to join you, his hips temporarily stilling with his release. You can feel each twitch of his cock as he shoots ropes of thick cum into you. The mixture of your slick and his seed drips down your thighs as he leisurely fucks himself through his high.

Your head is heavy when you lift it to meet his eye. Oliver's lips meet yours in a series of short yet sweet kisses. His fingers run up and down the curve of your back as he whispers his next words against your mouth. “That's how much I like you.

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miss faNGGGGG!!! MISSS !!!! FANGGGGG!!!!!! please spare some thoughts on brothers best friend oliver 🧎‍♀️im on my knees. cz like i think hed get a thrill out of the indecency of it and maybe sendo would deem you off limits cz you’re too “clean” for a guy like oliver and itd only fuel him harder…

SDJLFJDFLK g*d. i hate this guy.

i think.... with sendo.... you guys are like total opposites. sendo grows up as like.. the perfect athlete jock type son. super popular and stuff.

i know you say clean here but in my mind im imagining ur sort of alternative u just keep to yourself to yourself a lot you know.... like bear with me but because sendo is so in the spotlight u sort of develop your own thing and tend to have your own individual style. very Different i suppose. you're a little weird and otherwise super straight-laced. got bullied for being different at one point or another but found a few close friends in school etc

sendo is sendo so he's always been super popular. u drifted apart when he played soccer more and so while u know of oliver u dont rlly get to know him until he's already a slut lol. sendo tells oliver that u probably wont be his type (not to be an asshole but u are not usually like who he dates) and to not be around you in general.

oliver sort of assumes that u have some experience though. like you have a certain look and style of dress that makes u stand out. so imagine his shock and surprise when he tries talking to you and you're kind of meek. you're like super doe-eyed which makes it even worse. and olivers like. oh. i have to make it my lifes mission to fuck this kid.

and so he starts coming over and texting you a lot. you're . so naive. which makes sense considering all that sendo has told you. but he really gets off on just how easily you seem to trust him. guys lie you know? don't you have any sense of danger. but guys have never been interested in you and you don't think oliver is either.

you guys meet on accident in a 7/11 near your house once and he sort of. jumps on the chance to be alone with you. you just make it way too easy. like way way way too easy. he doesn't even have to get you drunk he just asks if you have any kissing experience and then asks if he can kiss you when you say no. and you're like oh i mean. i guess. and you're super clumsy and it gives him a weird boner.

you lose your virginity in an alleyway and in the filthiest way possible. no condom either. baggy hoodie stuffed into your mouth, basketball shorts down at your ankles, socked feet pushed up out of your sandals and your hands on the wall with oliver fucking you in public - squirt and cum running down the inside of your thigh. he's fucking you hard too, no mercy just his hands on his hips while he moans about how good your pussy feels around his dick

he's kinda horrible because he keeps teasing you the entire time. and then when you give him a fucked out look over your shoulder and ask if you can kiss again he nearly cums right there.

you're like drooling and your thighs are trembling. you nearly fall down in the middle of it because your legs are so weak. he ends up taking you home after the first round and fucking you some more after that.

weirdly i do think oliver in this scenario ends up dating you in secret. he gets off way more on your sex innocent reactions and hiding it than he thought. sendoes gonna fucking kill him later but well, it's not his fault you make such a noise when he fucks you face down ass up yk