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Darim x MC x Deen “Are You Prepared?”

NSFW Explicit Ikerev’s new Darim Tweedle; Deen Tweedle

Threesome

WC: 565

In celebration of the new character announcements!

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

The strong scent of hops and liquor fill my nose as lay naked and bare atop the bar. Darim’s large hand slid back up my torso cupping my overstimulated nipple. I jerked when he pinched the pink nub.

“Have you already worked her into a frenzy, Deen? Nice work” His charming smile dazzled me again for the umpteenth time tonight.

Deen let up his bite from the thick part of my thigh and huffed.

“Of course I have, don’t think ill of me. I wouldn’t have her any other way.” Deen’s words dripped sensually from his mouth.

Moving to the other side, the blond man sank his teeth into me once more, leaving another mark. My leg jerked, yet I moaned indecently.

Darim flicked my nipple, watching my face as if he were fascinated by the expressions he roused from me.

“You should thank me, Princess.” He brought his face closer to mine, flicking my nipple once again.

He blew air into my hot face relaxing me momentarily.

“Thank you.” I breathed

He hummed lowly, almost sounding like a growl. His lips moved over to mine yet they never met, instead he sank his teeth into my bottom lip and pulled lightly.

My breathing was shallow, yet got caught in my throat when I felt the other man move positions again. Deen began kissing a trail down my inner thigh, towards my cunt.

My lips parted while Deen pushed my legs apart further. The tip of his tongue teased my swollen clit. I let out a long sigh, breathing onto Darim’s face.

“Whatever you’re doing, keep it up. The princess likes it.” Darim dripped charm as his blue eyes bore into me.

His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and brought me closer to him. Finally, our lips met in a frenzy. We moved quickly in sync with each other, and yet he devoured me.

Deen’s tongue had yet to cease, lapping at my clit incessantly. My legs began narrowing, trying to close on their own fruition. Finally, they encased around his head, holding him tight to me.

He didn’t seem to mind and burying himself deeper into me, licking my cunt with ferocity. His lips sucked a small part then moved to another, then he dipped his tongue fully inside my entrance.

He knew if he would just focus on one sensitive area, I would cum, yet he continued to tease me causing my essence to build with delight.

Darim tongue was just as deft, as it swiped over my mouth. He yanked his head away, smirking down at me. Pinching my nipple hard, he sent pleasure coursing through me.

“What a good girl, what all these noises.” he narrowed his eyes to me, then to my neck.

His teeth came down under my ear, sucking and biting yet another mark onto me. With these two, I wasn’t sure how many love bites I would have by the end of the night, yet my nonstop moans told them I, in fact, didn’t care.

As soon as I felt like I could cum, Deen moved his tongue away and skillfully flicked at my clit. Like a snake, his tongue taunted me ebbing me close yet keeping me so far from release.

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The new characters for Ikerev sound amazing!!!! also.. these two are totally twins… like… lets be real lmao.

I’m not going to say I’m thirsty… but omg I’m dehydrated AF

48 notes Oct 20th, 2018

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Harr X MC “Life Is An Unpredictable Dream”

Rated E; Harr Silver

First Time WC: 1,579

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Soft sheets and fluffy pillows encased them. Her hair splayed out over the pillow as he hovered overtop. It took so long for them to get here like this. Finally intimate, and finally alone. Their usual date went from a routine dinner and goodbye kiss to a lingering one that ignited their mutual desire. Tonight they hadn’t parted, not even for the briefest moment.

His hands were in her hair, lips pressed all over her skin. Like a man starved, he drank in her touch and she reciprocated with fervor. The small tremors his hands made touching closer to intimate places went ignored. She loved him more than anything and wouldn’t point out how nervous he was in hopes he would find confidence.

With his cheeks positively red he finally paused, heart rate reverberating in his skull. “Do you want me to stop?” He sounded breathless.

“No, I don’t.” She kissed his nose in a silly moment to ease some tension. “I’m ready. I want you in every way possible.” Her voice shook even as she whispered.

Harr’s head plopped down between her neck and shoulder. Sucking in a few deep breaths, he found his voice. “I want you too…” Nuzzling further, he wrapped his arms around her torso. “In every way.”

His confession was music to her ears with his voice dripping with passion and love for her. Her hands moved first running up his spine. Her fingers twined in his hair until he lifted again.

His lips crashed into hers with a burning desire. Fervently, she pressed her lips to his in an equal degree of desperation. Tongues met, and their hands explored one another’s body.

Harr willed his hand under the fabric of her shirt, pushing himself to do so. Slipping under the thin cotton, his fingertips began tracing small circles on her abdomen.  Her skin was so soft compared to his. He pulled back before reaching her chest, his hands were too rough to be touching something so delicate and–

Her hand grabbed his, guiding it upwards towards her chest allowing his large hand to encase her breast. With quivering fingers, he caressed her skin. His kisses slowed as he concentrated fully on the delicate skin.

He wished his body would cool off, the blush only grew causing his temperature to rise. He thought this would be the perfect moment to remove his shirt, but couldn’t get his hand to move from her beautiful body.

His thumb swiped over her nipple eliciting a small sigh from her. He’d never heard something so intimate fall from her lips and it piqued his curiosity. He could make her feel good, and she wanted him to. His confidence soared gaining the power to move off her, tugging the ends of his shirt up and over his head.

He sat up for a moment, looking down at his girlfriend’s disheveled hair and clothes. Her hand came up and slid along his stomach towards his solid chest. He didn’t know how to proceed but he reached towards her top and nudge it up.

“Um, your turn” He averted his eyes, but willed himself to look back at her.

She was smiling gently, helping herself to a seated position with her elbows. Harr aided her by lift the fabric up off her. Tentatively he began wrapping his arms around her, eyeing her partially naked form.

They kissed again, less frozen this time. She swung her leg over his side and toppled him onto his back. She took the time to kiss him the way he had kissed her. She nipped at his jaw, trailing kisses down the column of his neck. She licked a quick patch under his ear making him jerk. His hand squeezed her back and his breath hitched.

“Did you like that?” She whispered quietly in his ear and did it once more.

Harr had the same reaction and held her close to his chest. Gulping he spoke with a wavering voice. “Yes.”

Another flush bloomed on his cheeks, mostly annoying him at this point. He wanted to do things for her he had only dreamed of until now. His hand traced her back until his fingers moved over the swell of her ass. She didn’t protest, continuing to kiss his neck and nip at his ear.

Something he didn’t expect was for her to start gyrating her hips over him. Her core moved perfectly over the erection in his trousers. Holding his breath he sucked in a whimper, his cock growing impossibly hard inside the confines.

Cupping her ass in his hands he tossed her over to her back. She giggled at the suddenness of it all but relaxed against the bed. He kissed her lips, then her chin, pushing himself to moved towards her chest.

With his lips finally encasing her nipple, he used his tongue to elicit more sighs from her. His other hand moved down her torso, slipping past the band. He halted, feeling his chest heaving with a pang of nervous energy.

She noticed his hesitation jutting her thumbs inside the band,  and wiggling her hips down to loosen them. Harr pulled back noticing her struggle, leaving the pert nub. He pulled the fabric at the ankle and tugged.

With a rosy blush, her fingers still hooked on the panties waiting for him to help with those as well. His eyes moved from her thin panties to her face a few times. She bit her lip, pushing them down as much as she could without sitting up.

He took it upon himself, tugging the small barrier and tossing it aside. She pulled at his arms, bringing his attention back to her face. As he lay atop her, she helped him unbutton his pants.

The item came loose with ease as he pushed them down bashfully. He finished kicking them off, going immediately to her neck crevasse to hide his face.

Harr gingerly kissed her shoulder, moving down to her collarbone. “Tell me what you want.” His words were so quiet.

Pursing her lips, she took his hand and guided it to her core. “Touch me, here.” She spoke calmly in his ear.

Trying to continue kissing her neck, his fingers dipped between her legs. He let out a long sigh when she spread them further for him. His forehead pressed firmly on her shoulder, guiding his fingers over her slit.

Two fingers interchangeably explored her pussy, finding her clit and moving around her entrance. His touch was soft as he began focusing on the little bundle of nerves.

His head popped up when she moaned his name. He had circled his fingers a moment ago, maybe doing it again would elicit such a response. He mimicked his earlier movement, watching her face light up in bliss.

Harr kissed her, muffling her sounds while he pleasured her. His confidence blooming the more worked up she got over his touch. He decided to switch it up, moving to her slick hole.

Sliding in with ease, he pushed his finger knuckle deep into her pussy, her hips bucked off the bed at the sensation. Harr added a second finger slowly. Feeling her stretched around his fingers sent a pulse of need through his cock.

He worked her up further, kissing her and fingering simultaneously. He was lost in the moment when her palm abruptly moved over his straining erection. Their kiss muffled his sound, moving up to allow her whole hand to stroke him.

He didn’t know when the right time was, but he built up the courage to try. Harr removed his fingers, shifting his weight he hovered over her. He hoped she would help guide him somehow as he stared into her eyes.

He let out a long sigh of relief when her hand, still stroking him, began moving his cock towards her entrance. Harr’s hips moved against her agonizingly slow. He kissed her lips tentatively. He couldn’t have been more careful if he tried. Her body was so much smaller than his, so he treated her delicately as if he would break her.

He cradled her head in his palm, kissing her with unbridled passion as the two slowly become one. Her hands slid over his back and through his hair, feeling his cock sink deeper into her. He savored the moment, feeling every inch of her walls clench against his solid member.

Slowly, his hips rocked into hers. The way he gently fucked her sent his desire swirling. He wanted to know what it felt like to go faster, and harder. Holding himself firmly above her, he made love to her. Kissing her lips and neck, holding her close.

Her legs wrapped around him in a dauntless moment, allowing his cock to hit deeper than before. Harr whimpered into her hair, steadily speeding up his thrusts as her moans coaxed him further. As time went on his whimpers became desperate puffs that mixed with her sounds of passion.

Their time together was special. Both of them made sure the other was experiencing an equal amount of pleasure. He silently thanked her in his head for allowing him to be so close to her. Something so intimately shared between them would surely prove to last a lifetime.

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Thank you, @otome4ever for the request!!!

I love shy Harr!!!! Just in time for his Bday!!!

Masterlist // Kofi <3 // Ao3

42 notes Dec 4th, 2018

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Harr x MC “Focus”

NSFW Explicit-  Harr Silver

“Shh, It’s okay love” word prompt

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Harr and I sat in his dark home, huddled together on the couch. The electricity was out due to the horrible thunderstorm going on just outside.

One candle was lit on the coffee table, while the contestant lighting otherwise kept the house lit.  The boom of the storm shook the walls, and I clutched tighter to my boyfriend’s arm.

“You don’t have to hold on so tight, nothing bad is going to happen.”  A huge roll of thunder almost drowned out Harr’s voice.

“In an electrical storm, we have a very high possibility of getting struck by lighting.” I rubbed my forehead into his shoulder.

From all the jumping, I was practically in his lap. Between lightning flickers, I saw Harr’s blushing face. He ran his other hand up and down my back to soothe me to no avail.

“You need a distraction” he commentated, looking around the room.

“No, I need you to use your magic to stop the storm!”

“I had no idea you were so scared of thunderstorms” he chuckled lightly.

“I am NOT scared of thunderstorms! I am scared of this horrible electrical storm that seems to be going on right outside the front door!” I huffed, realizing my leg was already in his lap.

He blew out all the air from his lungs and hugged me close to him. Wiggling me free of his arm, he pushed my arms to wrap around his neck.

“Kiss me,” he asked dauntlessly.  “Trust me”

My eyes grew wide. Harr was never this bold, even after being together for so long.

A bolt of lightning seemed to strike just outside the wind. I jumped in his lap, realizing I was totally straddling him.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed my mouth to his. Harr’s long arms encircled around me and held me tight to his body.

The rolling of thunder that followed the bolt roared behind us and I jerked my head around.

“Don’t stop, pay attention to me. Think about what I’m doing” He spoke soothingly.

It became apparent to me at that moment that his hand had slipped under my shirt and was hovering over my ribs. I sucked in a breath and pushed my lips back onto his fervently.

The fear of the lightning and the excitement of his touch became a storm itself inside me.  I trusted him that we would be safe, and relaxed my body against his.

Finally, his hand cupped my breast tenderly. We both sighed when he moved his hand over the skin, pleasuring the peak.

His tongue slipped past my mouth and slid over mine carefully. Another jolt of electricity and I jerked. I gasped and looked at him, surely with fear in my eyes.

“Shh, It’s okay love. Focus on me.” His gentle words pushed away from the fear once more.

I allowed myself to get lost in him, his hands moved around my body while his lips set my desire ablaze.

Harr wrapped his arms around my back and pulled up on my top. I lifted my arms up, allowing him to quickly dispose of the newfound annoyance.  

Lightning struck again, lighting up the room enough for my body to be seen in full view. The dimness from the candle was barely helping.

Harr audibly swallowed, moving his hands over both of my breasts. I let my body arch towards him, soaking up the pleasure. Harr brought his mouth down and kissed the soft flesh.

His tongue licked the peak of my nub pulling a gasp from me. I ran my hands through his shaggy hair and pulled his lips up to mine again. I kissed him passionately, cupping his cheeks.

He put his arms around my body and twisted me around. Gently he placed me on the couch and crashed his lips into mine again.

My hands tugged at his shirt; hoping he would help me pull it off. He sat up straight and yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside.

I ran my hands over his hard chest and down to his waistband. He popped the button of his pants but went to mine in a flash. He lifted my legs up and pulled down my last shred of dignity, and tossed it aside.

“Do we want to do this here?” I asked, realizing how breathless I was.

His chest heaved quickly while looking down at me.

“I didn’t want to distract you by moving.”

“It’s okay, I’m okay now.” The storm was practically forgotten at this point.

The blips of light and crack of thunder now seemed commonplace.

Harr stood up and wrapped his arms around my naked form. Lifting me up off the couch, he carried me bridal style the room adjacent.

His bedroom was darker than the living room was without the small candle, but we managed to find the bed. He sat me down on the edge carefully.

While I slid back, he finished removing his pants. His tall body crawled atop the bed and hovered over me.

He kissed my cheek and then trailed a line of small kisses down to my neck. I raked my fingers through his hair when he nibbled on the shell of my ear.  

Sliding his hand over my thighs, he gently parted my legs and moved his hips over mine. Our lips met again in a compassionate kiss.

I wrapped my legs around his body, pulling him closer. His breathing stuttered as he brought the head of his cock over my entrance.

He began pushing himself inside with shallow strokes. My body rapidly acclimated to the intrusion.

Our kisses became sloppy the farther he pushed into me until finally, he filled me completely.

His hands adjusted over me while I squeezed my legs around him tighter. Harr began fucking me at a quick pace.

His breathing became harsh. I watched his muscles relax and flex with each stroke as the lightning lit the room.

We were lost in each other due to the sensations and emotions. Harr slid one hand over my thigh and pulled my leg up further.

I gasped at how deep he managed to go before realizing how quickly the desire bubbled up inside me. I cried out his name, clutching his shoulder hard.

A particularly loud rumble of thunder startled me out of my bliss. Harr let go of my leg and bent down to kiss me.

“You are doing great, just fixate on how I’m making you feel” the gentleness in his words made my stomach flip.

I gave him a nod and he picked up his pace again, rocking his whole body into me. I felt the boiling inside me start to bubble up again.

Harr kissed my shoulder, while his hair tickled my exposed skin. The heat in my lower abdomen began to spread all over my body.

“oh my god… babe…” I tried to warn him, but he smashed his lips into mine.

Breaking the kiss I threw my head back just as the bubbling boiled over. The heat spilled through my muscles causing me to arch into my boyfriend’s body.

“Harr!” I called out his name, digging my nails into his back.

Not another second passed before Harr’s thrusting faltered and he gasped into my neck.  He slowly pumped into me, and I could feel his dick throb inside of me.

I pushed his hair off his damp for the head, waiting for him to come down from his release.

Moments passed, and Harr finally pulled out of me and lay at my side. I moved next to him and he wrapped his arm around me.

We sat there in silence before I realized how dim the room had been for a while, and how far away the thunder now sounded.

“I think the storm has almost passed.” I smiled over to him. “Thank you”

“It’s been far off for a while now, your just now noticing.” He smirked, kissing my forehead.

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Thank you for the request Anon!

The word prompt was fun!

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Loki X MC “With A Little Encouragement”

Rated E: Loki Genetta

WC: 2,896

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

I don’t know why I couldn’t get that mysterious man out of my head. His sexy smile and the way he wasn’t scared to be near me piqued my curiosity. I lay in my warm bed, staring up at the ceiling through the dim light of the window.

Ray was always so distant from me, never holding my hand not even giving me a friendly hug. I was happy for our friendship that we developed, but when I met the Cheshire Cat in the woods, a new feeling crept up inside of me. I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing at the memory of his miss-matched eyes.

My arm was still warm where he brushed it, and my forehead still tingly where he left a kiss. Ray was upset Loki was so close to me the entire time he guided us from the forest. Without a good enough reason to stay away, I allowed Loki to dote over me. I slid my finger over the swell of my lips, then pushed a piece of hair behind my ears.

My mind couldn’t go anywhere else but him, and his touch. What little contact we had set my body ablaze at the moment. I tried to remember the feeling of his hand on my skin as my own hand slid over my arm. He was soft and gentle I recalled.

Closing my eyes, I envisioned my hand was his. His fingertips tantalizing my stomach, swiping the swell of my breast. I bit my lip, feeling the desire heat my core. Trailing the tips of my fingers down my torso, I imagined Loki dipping his hand down the front of my panties.

I gasped as my fingers found my clit, rubbing lightly. I wanted to call out his name but my cheeks were already burning red at the thought of him touching me so intimately. I hoped I could see him again, wished with all my heart he would find me.

The next morning I awoke well rested with a slip of paper under my door. I combed through my knotted hair, thanks to the many daydreams I had the night before of Loki, and plucked the note up.

I tore the paper, walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower for the day. The name everyone called me by scribbled on the front. ‘Alice’.

I didn’t recognize the penmanship, so I tore it open quickly to see who it could be.

The first line read ‘Dear, Alice’ I scrunched up my nose, and went to the bottom of the page. “Who is this” I wondered out loud. Flipping the note over I looked at the signature. ‘Sincerely, Loki Genetta’

“Oh my god!” I giggled, running back to the bed.

I flopped on my stomach to read the letter immediately. Skimming it first, I noticed he said something about a meetup. I reread the note again slowly. This time picking up on all the subtle jokes he made, watching his personality shine through the paper.

I sat there for a moment dazed, dropping the paper on to the bed and rubbing my head in my hands. He wants to meet me in secret. Tonight.

I made up my mind right then, I would go to him and I wouldn’t tell a soul. I took the note and folded it, shoving it in my shoe by the door to make sure I remembered it.

Time dragged on, but I happily made myself busy as I waited the day away. The thought of meeting him alone tonight filled me with so much excitement but also nervous energy. I waited until everyone had gone to bed before getting dressed.

My plan was to slip out right under their noses. The coast was clear in the halls, and I was easily able to slip out of the barracks front door. I moved to the side and walked as silently as I could to the back of the building. When the guards left the vicinity I booked it down the streets. Past the other barracks and houses.

Soon I was at the edge of the forest near where his letter said to meet. I walked along the tree line away from the barracks, and out of sight from the houses. The air blew through the forest, chilling my skin as I waited.

“Been here long.” Loki’s cheery voice traveled over the wind to meet my ears.

“No, just got here.” I smiled as he approached. “Hello.” I greeted after he neared me.

“Hello, Alice” His smile was all-encompassing over his features.

I wondered what we would do. I didn’t actually think much past initially seeing him and now I felt the anxiety build up as to what to say next.

“My house is this way.” He gestured, holding his hand out to mine.

I looked at his open palm, crushing the fall leaves under my feet as I walked. Was he guiding me, or did he want to move fast?

“You don’t want to hold my hand?” His features were soft as he gazed at me.

“Oh, um…. sure. I didn’t know that’s what you were wanting” I nervously laughed, linking our hands together.

“Did the letter not mention this was a date?” He laughed, guiding me through the trees toward the direction he said his house was in.

It did, I think. I couldn’t remember and I regretfully didn’t have a chance to reread it too many times in hopes of not getting caught. His thumb caressed the back of my hand, bringing me back into the moment.

“I think I thought about you all day yesterday.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he marched on.

His bold confession caught me off guard. “Yeah me too.” I blinked in surprise at my own words.

What was I saying? I wondered why he was so easy to talk to and hoped he wouldn’t weasel too much more out of me tonight.

He slowed his pace, turning to look at me as we came to a halt. “You did?” He smiled genuinely.

“I did. Sorry, this is kind of weird. I barely know you and yet we’re acting like we’ve known each other all our lives.”

“Is that a bad thing, Alice? You are the nicest person I’ve ever met, I want to make you feel happy and welcome.” His eyes searched mine.

I could practically see the self-doubt bubbling up behind his lively facade. My heart flipped, not wanting to hurt him in any way. I squeezed his hand and gave him a wide smile.

“No! Not at all. Your friendliness caught me off guard, that’s all.” I mimicked his prior movements, rubbing his knuckles with my thumb.

Loki visibly relaxed, dropping his shoulders. “You’re amazing.” His bright smile was back, tugging me along to his house.

His house was quaint in the middle of the trees. The walkway lit up an leading us inside. The place smelled of citrus, freshly cleaned, and the quaintness only multiplied inside. Knick-knacks and handmade furniture were strone about.

Loki and I had a normal dinner, our legs touched as we sat together and our hands intertwined a few times. I was happy here, happy with him and the affection he gave me.

He was so hospitable, making sure I had everything I needed. When he offered to walk me home, disappointment filled me. He reassured me we would meet again, and soon.

I think he was overly happy that I didn’t want to leave, it caused him to whistle into the night as we stepped hand in hand. Walking deeper into the forest towards the black army barracks, we slowed.

At some point, we were dragging our feet and Loki took the time to wrap his arm around my waist. I moved closer to him, drinking in his warmth that filled my body. This is what I’ve been looking for, and my heart knew it before I did.

I tripped, and he caught me. His hand slid down my side and next thing I knew, my back was against a tree. We stood still, holding each other close.

I knew the barracks couldn’t be far, yet neither of us wanted to end our evening. His forehead rested on mine, and my arms tightened around his neck. If we were going to give each other a goodbye kiss, this is where it would have to happen.

The wind rustled the leaves and our bodies slowly pressed against each other. My heart rate skyrocketed when his hand moved up to cup my cheek.

“Loki,” His name came out as a whisper. “Thank you for tonight, I had an amazing time.”

He smiled again, for the millionth time tonight. “I knew when I met you we would click.”

His words were almost cocky, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I adjusted my body under his that pressed up against me. His thumb slid under my bottom lip, then his eyes locked with mine in an intense stare.

I stopped my breath for a moment. “Are you going to kiss me or what?” I smirked at my challenge.

I had grown so comfortable with him in our few hours together. My boldness rarely soared, only taking flight when I was purely confident in the situation.  His eyes flicked to amusement at the drop of a hat.  

With a smiled he leaned in, nipping my top lip. “I might do everything but kiss you since you want to give me so much attitude.”

I gulped, trying to take a step back as the shyness crept over me again. The tree halted my movements poking a jagged piece of bark into my back.

“Only if you want.” He whispered against my cheek.

His hand rested on my hip tugging me right up against his body. His hair caressed my skin as the swell of his lips moved over my skin. I guess technically it wasn’t kissing, but I still took it as a win.

“What exactly are you alluding to.” My breath became labored at his insinuation.

“Just teasing you, Alice” He spoke in a low rumble, warm breath tickling my ear.

His particularly sharp teeth scraped my neck, sending a shiver through me.

“Oh.” I hadn’t meant the word to make me sound so disappointed, but I would be lying to myself if I didn’t want something to happen.

I needed to egg him on, do something that would get him going to make sure he didn’t stop.

“Don’t sound so sad.  Tell me where your mind went and I might reward you.”

My mind went to some amazingly dirty places filled with cobwebs. Things I hadn’t thought about in a long time swam around my mental space. They weren’t ladylike things, nor fantasies you would bring up on the first date.

I willed my hands to move, ruffling up his hair to cause a distraction. Loki laughed into my neck.

“Just tell me one thing. I’m curious now.” His nose brushed my cheek, moving back into view.

Our eyes locked in a heated stare. “Alice, don’t make me use magic on you.” His eyes crinkled with his smile. After a beat, he added.  “Just kidding I wouldn’t do tha-”

“Do it.” The butterflies in my stomach stirred.

“What,” He lifted his head, straightening his back. “but what if you tell me something you wanted to keep secret.”

He looked genuinely concerned, cupping my cheek. “It was a joke… but If you want me to. Say the word.”

He seemed to be massively curious if I would go through with it, but my lips were sealed in my current state. Who knows, maybe it would be fun?

“Yes.” I blurted the word out.

I bit my lip when his eyes turned red.

“Let’s seal it with a kiss”

When his lips crashed into mine, a warm sensation tickled my lips, traveling down my throat. His tongue slid past the seam, moving over mine languidly.

“Tell me a secret” He spoke into the kiss, fingertips digging into my sides.

“I’ve liked you since the moment I met you,” I confessed, smashing my lips into his.

“Me too.” His voice cracked with some amalgamation of happy and lonely.

“I wanted to kiss you the second I saw you tonight.” Loki used his turn to confess something to me.

Now, I wished he would have. Nothing in my life had ever gone this perfectly.

His lips moved down my neck, this time leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He licked at the underside of my ear and whispered. “Your turn.”

The words came to my mouth, I felt the embarrassment and alarm bells to ‘stop’ go off in my mind. Yet, the spell allowed for me to blurt it out with ease. “I touched myself thinking of you last night.”

The sound of my heart rate could have been heard for miles. Loki paused mid-kiss on my lobe. He let out a long sigh, then his hands cupped my breast.

I almost went to protest at the sudden contact when I realized that had been my goal this whole time. He was only slightly rough with his hands, dragging the fabric over my nipples in such a way I gasped.

“Do you do that often.” His voice was deeper, stirring the desire low in my abdomen.

“N-no.”

His thumbs pressed hard on my nipples over the shirt. I arched my body into him allowing the sensation to wash over me.

“I would have liked to watch you.” He was panting now, without me even touching him.

The thought of him watching me send another hot flash through my body.

“I imagined you had. You watched me… finger myself.” My skin was narrowly catching fire at my own words.

This was all true, I wish he could have watched me. Loki’s teeth dug into my shoulder, stretching my top down to explore it. One hand kneaded my breast while the other now pulled my clothes to expose more skin.

His erection pressed against my abdomen grinding himself on me. In a bold moment, I cupped his bulge, gently squeezing my hand over his solid member.

“Ha, ahh. Fuck” His voice dipped.

His hand flew down to my core, mimicking my movements. Over my clothed sex, he pushed and prodded at my clit with skill. Our lips crashed together, stifling each other’s moans.

“You really did, didn’t you.” He spoke, breathing roughly.

Nodding in affirmation, I palmed his hard cock over his trousers.  His fingers pushed against my clit through my pants. We stood pressed against the tree pleasuring one another without ever taking our clothes off.

His breathing grew increasingly ragged the longer I ran my hand over him. My hips began moving in sync with his fingers, realizing my rapidly upcoming release.

“I think I’m…” I whimpered out, dropping my head low to concentrate on his touch.

His body thrust up against mine. I moved my hand out of the way and allowed his cock to grind directly against my clothed core. He took my hand, pushing it up over my head. My other arm was wrapped tightly around his side. He ran himself up and down my clit with long strokes, dazing me with ceaseless pleasure.

My hips moved with his, both trying to kiss and touch every inch of each other. Teeth and lips mixing the rougher he pushed his hips into mine. We were just grinding on each other but the pleasure was so intense it began to overflow inside me.

“God- I’m cuming.” I let out a loud moan, tossing my head back against the tree as Loki’s cock ran along my core, lips pressing into my neck.

My pussy pulsed, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my whole body. I felt my panties soak through the longer my release went on. I came down all at once as the orgasm stopped abruptly.

“I’m glad you cast that spell.” I huffed, wrapping my arms around him and laying my head lazily over his shoulder.

“What spell?” He spoke coolly, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

My brows pinched. “You know the truth one…. from a moment ago. Your eyes got all red.” I reminded.

“Oh!” Loki laughed, kissing the side of my forehead. “I didn’t actually use any magic. That would have worn me out.”

“What!” I yelled, echoing through the trees.

I looked around, clamoring at his jacket to find a nice solid spot to hit him. With a giant grin, Loki hugged me to him again.

“Looks like you can be bold all on your own.”

I let the evening process in my mind. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but he was more intriguing than I gave him credit for. I couldn’t be mad, instead, I held him close to me in silence.

I wanted to feel more of him, see more of him. Yet, tonight was the tip of the iceberg. What else Loki had in store for me, I didn’t know. I knew I would meet him out here again and again as long as we never got caught.

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Thank you, Anon for the prompt request!

I really like to write Loki as a lil shit :P

Masterlist // Ko-Fi <3 // A03

50 notes Dec 1st, 2018

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Loki x MC “Show Me”

NSFW Explicit; Loki Genetta

Kink: Light Dom/Sub, Dom!Loki, Exposing oneself.

WC:1,270

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

She knew what was coming, but she blushed anyway as he entered the room. How she and him got together was a pure miracle. Loki was always the outgoing one, and she was as shy as a mouse.

“Alice~” Loki purred, walking towards where she sat on the bed.

His jacket was forsaken elsewhere, leaving him in his signature shirt. He ruffled up his hair as his miss-matched eyes raked over her. Sitting neatly on the bed, she crossed her legs with her hands gently in her lap.

“Are you ready to show me, or are you just gonna sit there looking pretty?” He smirked, nearing her, and taking a seat on the bed.

His hand slid over her thigh, pushing her skirt up gingerly. Pressing her lips together, she clutched her hands into fists. Her face heated at his proximity, as she shifted her legs practically squirming in her seat.

“Are you really getting this flustered from me being this close?” He laughed lightly and removed his warm hand.

Her shoulders relaxed, only mildly aware that his hand hadn’t moved any further than her knee. Swallowing thickly, her gaze lowered to the floor.

“Now show off for me, and I’ll reward you tenfold.” Loki placed his hands behind him on the bed and leaned back.

She stood in front of him watching his eyes drift over her like smoke, wafting from her exposed skin to the short skirt, then to the cleavage of her low cut top.

Biting her lip, she pulled up her skirt slowly as her heart raced in her chest. Loki’s smile was still gentle as he watched her bare her smooth skin. Little did he know she secretly left her underwear under the pillow when he left, in an act of boldness unknown to her.

Her thighs came into view, and she rubbed them together, feeling the heat building in her core. Pausing, she looked up at him with nervous eyes. He met her stare and nodded for her to continue.

“Good girls get rewards. You want rewards, don’t you?” He winked playfully.

She knew full well he would reward her thus, so she continued in her endeavor. Gulping harshly, she lifted the skirt up, exposing her freshly shaven pussy to the room.

Loki’s chest fell quickly as his eyes narrowed on the goods. She shifted her weight to the other foot and dropped the skirt, smoothing down the ends.

“Now the back.” His voice was deeper now as his eyes grew shades darker.

She turned on the balls of her feet and pulled up the skirt easier this time, baring her ass. Loki stepped forward in a flash and captured her waist in his hands.

She was lifted from the ground before she knew it and placed stomach down on the bed.

“Lift up again.” His breath came out heavy at his request.

Face down in the mattress, she pulled the end of her skirt up again. Her pussy was in full view for him as he grabbed both of her ass cheeks. Kneading them, he pulled them apart and pushed them together eagerly.

“Look at that pretty pussy. All mine for the taking, right?” He asked her, looking at her face turned to the side.

“Yes.” She smiled, ready for her reward.

“You didn’t tell me you hid your panties. That’s extra naughty of you, I must say.” He continued to knead her ass, as he spoke. “I can see how turned on you are, just from showing yourself off to me.”

He leaned in, licking at her wet hole, tasting her on his tongue. Loki moaned into her cunt, licking and sucking the arousal from her core.

She sighed into the sheets, relaxing her legs against the edge of the bed.

“You taste so fucking sweet. Do you wanna know how I taste?” He asked, wiping his finger over her clit.

“Yes, please… I want to taste you.” She stated eagerly, clenching the sheets in her hands.

“Good girl. Good needy girl.” He corrected himself, pulling his hard cock out of his pants.

He rubbed his member against her pussy, teasing her clit with the head of his cock.

“Turn around.” He ordered, pumping his cock lightly in his hands.

She complied, twisting and sinking to her knees in front of him. Parting her lips, she looked up at her boyfriend with a heated face.

He brought his cock closer to her mouth and paused.

“Tell me what you want.” He smirked down at her.

She sat with her legs folded beneath, and her head facing up to meet his eyes.

“You,” she spoke quietly.

“You have to say exactly what you want, sweetheart, or you get nothing.” His words dared her.

“I want you to.. put it in my mouth.” She was almost proud of what she said until he chuckled.

“Put what? my finger?” He trailed his thumb over the swell of her lips, pushing them into the small opening.

She sucked his thumb in a needy fashion, while he slid it over her tongue.

“That’s all? Just my finger.” His voice hitched as she sucked harder on the digit.

“Um,” her voice was muffled from the intrusion. She searched her mind for some kind of confidence before speaking again.  “Your cock.” Her body heat went up several degrees at her own dirty words.

Loki pulled out his thumb, pumping his cock lightly.

“That’s more like it, sweetie.” He brought the tip closer, watching her mouth open wider for his size. “Eyes on me”

He pushed inside of her mouth, as they kept their eyes locked. Her tongue swirled over the tip as he entered further. She sucked lightly when the ridge past her lips, licking and sucking at the head.

Loki was already coming undone by her minor mannerisms. He was the first to break eye contact, letting go of his cock, and tipping his head back as he pushed into the back of her throat.

She brought her hand up, pumping the rest of the length with her hand that her mouth couldn’t reach, taking him back further into her throat. His breaths came out harsh as he hunched his shoulders due to the building pressure.

He was losing his cool facade as she hallowed her cheeks, practically demanding him to find release. His hand caressed through her hair, whimpering as her throat swallowed repeatedly over the tip.

“I’m- ahh ha..” His words were lost on his lips, focusing all of his energy on the sensations to his cock.

She felt proud the tables were turned for the moment, watching him fall apart right in front of her eyes. His hand held onto the top of her head as his cock became impossibly hard.

His moans, posture and how his hips weakly thrust towards her, tipped her off that he was right at the cusp.

When his motions stopped altogether, she made sure to continue her ministrations as his cock pulsed in her throat. Louder sounds left him as he began to cum in her mouth. She made a tight circle with her pointing finger and thumb as the base of his dick and pumped shallowly in conjunction with her mouth.

Loki pulled out mostly, using his hand to idly stroke himself as the last bit of cum seeped out onto her lips. His body went limp as he took a step back, flopping back on the bed.

Licking her lips clean from the evidence, she walked over to him, laying next to his warm body. She would let him regain his composure until he was ready to focus on her, but for now, she lay on his chest, listening to his heart pound away.

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Thank you for the request Anon!

37 notes Nov 18th, 2018

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Loki x MC “Keeping You Close”

NSFW Explicit; Loki Genetta

WC:763

Kink: Facesitting

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Her knees pressed down on the mattress on either side of Loki’s face. With a creek of the springs, she shifted her weight as his hands came up, holding her steady. Placing a hand on the wall in front of her, she stabilized herself.

“Mmm, A little wider,” Loki whispered his request, blowing a gentle breeze over her cunt.

With the help of his hands on her thighs, she spread her legs further, dropping down slightly. He was on his back on the bed as his girlfriend straddled his face. Loki used this tongue to reach out and quickly lick the length of her slit to make sure he could reach.

“Perfect, stay like this. I just want to taste you for a while.” His breath wafted over her sex sending shivers through her body.

His tongue moved over her lips languidly, scraping his teeth over her skin, and sucking at it lightly. In the quiet room, Loki shifted his weight on the bed, holding her thighs apart further.

With a circle over her clit, soft moans drifted from her lips, filling the room with her delightful breathy pants. He ran his tongue down the center, tasting her rapidly growing arousal, and lapping up every bit of it.

“Mmm” He moaned into her pussy, sucking gently at the bundle of nerves.

His hands began mindlessly massaging her thighs as he licked long stripes up and down her sex. Her body caved momentary under the pleasure. She brought her other hand up, leaning all her weight on the wall.

His mouth moved over ever part between her legs, feeling her arousal increasing each passing moment. His tongue entered her wet hole, pushing inside of her with force. He hummed against her sex, listening to her moan for him.

Loki moved around quickly, making sure to hit every zone before sucking hard on her clit. Her hips bucked against him, but he used his thumbs to keep her legs steady.

“Do you like this?” Loki asked, smirking to himself.

His technique only improved as time went on. The longer they were together, the better he knew her body. Every slight touch and intimate lick was highly calculated.

“Yess” She hissed as he bit down on the sensitive nub.

Her hips began rocking over his face, adding more friction to her needy cunt. Loki let her ride his face, sticking his tongue out and lapping vigorously at her.

“You’re close, aren’t you.” His slight laugh was muffled by her body.

“Super…. close.” Her head rested against the wall as her hips gyrated over his mouth.

He lifted his head off the bed, burying his face into her. He sucked harshly on her clit while flicking the swollen nub with his tongue. Her body shook with electricity as her legs flexed around his head.

Her heady moans egged him on. He wanted to continue to pleasure her until she couldn’t take it anymore.

She cried out as her cunt throbbed, and her back arched. She tried holding herself up on the wall, but the rolls of pleasure that washed over her made her falter. Loki used his strength to hold her things up so she could stay upright.

His tongue and mouth were the epicenters of her release as he continued his ministrations. Her release lasted way longer than she was used to, leaving her a whimpering mess above him. Finally, she collapsed to the side, pulling her leg from around his head, and laying next to him on the bed.

In one swift movement, he pulled her to him, hugging her tight to his chest.

“You can’t be too tired yet, the fun isn’t over.” He grinned, pressing his forehead to hers.

She gave him a weak smile and shook her head. Her lips pressed against his in a quick kiss, however, the taste of herself on his lips sent a new wave of desire rolling through her.

Loki quickly changed the quick kiss into something more, licking the seam of her lips until she parted for him. His fingers slid up her leg, then dipped between where his face had been.

In the frenzy of the passionate kiss, Loki pushed his finger inside of her wet cunt, rubbing the sensitive zone with vigor. She would cum again for him, that’s for sure. He would have her exhausted and sated by the time he was done with her. She deserved it, hell she deserves every ounce of pleasure he gave her.

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Thank you Anon for the request! 

41 notes Nov 16th, 2018

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Loki x MC “You’re Allowed”

NSFW Explicit- Loki Genetta

Dom!Loki - Edging     WC: 2,397

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Loki was always punctual if anything. Tonight, I sat in various places in my room and waited for the telltale knock I knew belonged to him.

Ten minutes past, then twenty. Time began to drag on the longer he was uncharacteristically late.

I was begging to worry, as the quiet hallway remained so. Taking matters into my own hands, I began to leave. I snatched my purse and slipped on my shoes with determination.

I jerked the door open when a  knock on my window startled me.

“Oh my god…” I whispered to myself, dropping my purse back down on the ground.

As I grew closer to the glass pane, the silhouette of what I knew to be my boyfriend shone through with the light of the moon.

I stood in front of him and rolled my eyes. Mischievously, he pointed to the lock on the window sill, then put his hands together like a prayer.

I reached down for the latch, watching him. His smile was wide as he mouthed ‘Pretty Please’.

I shook my head and flicked the latch open. He immediately pulled on the window, sliding it open just enough for him to worm in.

I pushed it open wider and released his snagged jacket from a splintered piece of wood. Loki fell to the ground at my feet with a thud.

I didn’t even bother checking if he was okay and slammed the window shut.

“What in the world were you thinking!?” I watched him dust off his pants and stand to his feet.

“Sorry sorry!” he laughed, holding his hands out in front of him.

I smirked but kept my arms crossed waiting for his explanation.

“No one seems to be here.” His look changed into something more concerned.

“No one’s here?” I recalled the hallway being oddly quiet this evening.

“Yeah, and when I went to the gate to be let in, the guard was off in the distance. So I just slipped past and came straight to you.” He smiled widely again and opened his arms.

I reciprocate his hug, squeezing him tight. He smelled like leaves and fresh air as I nuzzled into his neck.

His red hair tickled my face as I held him, happy he was finally within reach.

“They don’t know I’m here, so unless you want to crawl out the window with me, we’re stuck in you room.” He already seemed to predict my answer as he sat down on the bed with a bounce.

“That’s too bad, I was looking forward to that lake you talked so highly of.” I noticed his distracted look as he eyed the freshly made bed.

“I’ll have to take you there tomorrow, I suppose”

“Okay, but we should probably figure out why absolutely no one is here first…” I figured it could be a drill or a squirmish they had to run off to.

The guys probably didn’t want to worry me and figured I would be asleep by now. I recalled how Luka stayed behind the last time and made food, just to keep me calm in a familiar routine.

Loki shrugged and flopped his back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head. His shirt lifted slightly, revealing a sliver of skin.

Moving my eyes from the distraction, I pondered to myself.

“I’ll bet Luka is here, he typically stays behind when no one else can.” I looked over at the window and locked it.

“Luka?” He cut his eyes to me. “Why are you thinking of another man when I’m here?”

I doubted he was actually upset since he knew Luka and I was friends. He feigned a pout and reached out his hand towards me.

Absently, I held my arm out enough for him to get into contact with me. Hooking his finger around my wrist, Loki lightly tugged.

“Oh!” I stumbled forward, catching myself on his chest.

He used his other hand to stabilize me, keeping me from falling. Then, with a smirk, he pulled me into his lap.

The short distance down to him was enough to flip my stomach and let out a giggle.  I shifted my weight between his legs and looked at him, wide-eyed.

“I like when you think about me.” he nuzzled his forehead to mine.

I brought my hands up, running my thumb over his warm cheeks.

“I’m thinking about you right now, is that better?” I joked, soothing his ego in the process.

His hand let go of my wrist and moved to the small of my back. Taking in a steady breath, he looked up at me through thick lashes.

“I want to be the only thing you’re capable of thinking of…” his was voice tinged in a deeper tone.

I blinked at him with curiosity, wondering how I thought he could manage to do that.

“No magic.” I smiled, pushing the hood of his jacket down revealing his wavy hair.

“No magic necessary.” He pulled me closer, brushing his nose against mine.

He looked down at my lips then back up to me as he neared them. His lips hovered over mine like a whisper, and his eyes finally shut.

I closed the miniscule distance, locking our lips in a dizzying kiss. His large hand came up behind my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

My heart rate became apparent as his hands slid over the curves of my body. His fingertips teasing the hem of my skirt.

“I like this outfit on you, makes you look innocent.”

I looked down at my clothes, my pleated skirt stopped above my knees and the white blouse I wore, buttoned all the way up to my neck.

Loki captured my lips again, searing his kiss into me, like a brand.

Slipping his hand fully under the skirt, he ran circles over the top of my thigh. My breath hitched as his thumb tantalized the inner recesses.

His tongue slipped into my mouth with ease thanks to my unconscious invitation. With new vigor, he explored my mouth ferociously.

His hand never stopped while he made his way further up my leg. The tips of his fingers played with my panty line slipping just under the fabric.

Abruptly, Loki halted out of nowhere and broke the kiss. His hand moved away from my core, smoothing down the skirt.

I stilled, waiting for him to reveal his next move. Both arms wrapped around my back as he looked behind him at the bed.

In one fail swoop, Loki twisted me around and plopped me onto the covers.

“Lift up your skirt.” his breathy request stuttered my heart.

I adjusted my body and slid my hands over the end of the fabric.

Loki watched with dark eyes as I pulled the skirt up over my thighs revealing the underwear beneath.

His chest began to rise and fall heavily while I smoothed the pleated ends over my torso. I swallowed thickly and watched his eyes roam over me.

He crawled over, sliding the palm of his hand onto my ankle. With a quick yank, he pulled my leg open wide.

While his hand sliding up the length of my freshly revealed skin, I rested my head.

Finally, his hand met the thin fabric covering my decency. Loki rested his body next to mine, cupping his hand over my sex.

I turned my head, meeting his lips in an unexpected kiss. His tongue slid past the seam, as his palm pushed against my rapidly heating core.

I gasped into the kiss, focusing on the pressure to my clit. My hips wiggled, hoping to gain more stimulation.

“Mmm,” he sounded over my parted lips. “Open your legs a little wider, it will feel better.”

My face flared with heat at his unhindered words. Bashfully, I slid my legs apart pushing my farthest leg into an upright position.

Both of us seemed to exhale at the same time. My eyes slid shut, feeling his heavy petting over the thin vale.

The muscles in my abdomen flinched when the tips of his fingers tantalized directly over the nerve center. A small moaned slipped from my lips just as Loki pushed his mouth back into mine.

The heat in our kiss went straight to my arousal, flaring my desires. He switched pace, pressing three fingers over my clit.

The circular motion sent electricity through me, causing my hips to buck ever so slightly. I began panting, feeling the cloth of the panties rub over the rest of my core.

“I like you like this.” His voice snapped me out of my haze.

I looked up at him doe-eyed and curious.

“L-like what” I sighed outwardly as he added pressure.

“How your body squirms beneath me, and all I have to do is touch you right here.” His voice grew deeper as he spoke.

He smirked, biting my lip before ultimately kissing me again.

At this point, I was grinding my hips on his hand, silently praying he would slip inside and finish me off.

His hand movements sped up, causing a warm heat to begin spreading through my core and over my abdomen. Again, my head fell back on to the bed.

My eyes were screwed shut, focusing on the sensation building in my body.

“Loki…” I moaned his name, bringing him to rest his head on my shoulder. “I’m so close.”

“Oh yeah, babe? How close.” He whispered into my ear, nipping at the lobe.

“So- Oh!- So close.” I bit my lip, relaxing my body for the rush.

Without warning, Loki stopped his motion.

My eyes shot open, looking at him for answers. My hand began to move down, with the goal of helping myself over the last small hurdle to ultimate satisfaction.

He moved his body, snatching my hand and pulling it to him. All sensation was lost, as I felt my body came down from the cusp of release.

“What are you-” my word was cut off by an abrupt movement of his body.

Loki got up on his knees and straddled me. His free hand pushed my arms above my head, switching them over to one palm, and holding both wrists together.

His eyes dared me to looked elsewhere, as he slid his hand back between my thighs.

The tips of his fingers swept over my core, feeling how my essence soaked through the tiny barrier.

On the edge of begging, I pushed my lips together and reveled in the feeling of his hand curiously touching me.

Loki ran the back of his hand up and down, tantalizing the nub with his knuckles.

“Fuck..” I moaned loudly as the heat began to build even at the slightest touch.

I began to writhe, gyrating my hips toward him. I couldn’t be close again, not with such a light touch over the thin fabric.

“No no no.,” I whispered.

Heat flared in my body, seeking out every inch of me to devour.

“What is it?” Loki asked as he smirked down at me.  

“Close….” I grit my teeth, pushing up for more sensation, anything.

His teasing finger movements stopped.

“No!” I pushed my head back into the bed forcefully. My clit throbbed under my soaked panties.

The grip of his hands over my wrists tightened, reminding me to stay still.

“Shh..” he tried to soothe me.

With heavy breaths, I looked back up at him.

Loki pulled the edge of my panties, lifting it up and over my core. The cool air of the room felt almost enough to throw me over the edge when it wafted over my clit.

I took deep breaths, silently begging him with my eyes to touch me.

His fingers ran over the spot between my thigh and cunt. I shivered at the sensation, but my clit ached for him.

He ran the pads over his fingers over the folds, spreading my arousal. I whimpered shamelessly when he swiped past my clit, missing it.

His index finger found my entrance, circling the hole. He prodded my opening, not quite entering as he added pressure.

I could feel how much he turned me on without even touching myself.

“Please…” I whispered, unashamed at this point.

“You want…” he moved his hand and slid over the hood of my clit lightly. “this?”

“Yes, please!” I pulled my hands, desperate to do it myself if he wouldn’t.

Feather-light, he slid over my clit with one finger. I gasped at the stimulation, feeling my clit pulse.

“You can cum.” He spoke confidently.

I shook my head feeling yet another slow swipe over the nub.

How could I get any kind of release like this?

The slow pace was torture, on top of his barely-there touch. My hips jerked, but his hand moved away, keeping the slightest stimulation possible.

My moans had now turned into whimpers as my body broke on in a sweat.

“Remember,” his voice zone in on me. “You can cum anytime, you’re allowed to cum.”

I couldn’t do it anymore, my whole body was hot. I felt the cups of release standing right in front of me, yet I couldn’t reach it.

“Please! Loki! I need it!” I yelled, losing all sensibility.

“Then cum.” The tip of his finger scantily touched me.

I can’t.

The tormenting seemed to go on for hours. My bangs stuck to my skin and so did my blouse.

“I need more, more pressure.”  I didn’t even recognize my own voice anymore.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked curiously.

What?

“Your fingers touching me.” I whimpered again as another agonizingly slow swipe made its way over my clit.

“That’s all?”

“Yes!” I told the truth, bucking my hips again. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.”

My boyfriend crashed his lips into mine, forcing his tongue inside. The pressure of his fingertips finally bore down.

My whole leg shook as he rubbed my clit with force.

I didn’t hear it as it happened, but the sound of my scream finally met my ears. Release shot through me, arresting my very being.

I arched into him, yelling and screaming a mixture of his name and curses. Loki didn’t ease up, ebbing out every last wave of pleasure he could from me.

Without ever taking off my clothes, he became my undoing.

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Thank you for the awesome request!!!! I love specific stuff like this XD

43 notes Oct 10th, 2018

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Harr X MC X Loki “We Got Your Letter”

SMUT Rated E: Harr Silver, Loki Genetta

Fantasy Scenario- Threesome

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Harr’s eye shone red in the dimly lit room. He relaxed against the plush bed with his shirt unbuttoned and a small smile on his face.

Between his fingers, he pinched the note I sent him. My confession, written in ink.

Loki stood behind me and lightly pressed my back nudging me inside the large bedroom. I pursed my lips as I took a step and looked around drinking in the eclectic decor.

“I have to admit, I was very surprised,” Harr spoke quietly; his eye turned gray the instant the door swung shut behind us.

Loki wrapped his arms around me from behind and nibbled at my blushing ear.

“I don’t know what came over me…” I admitted meekly.

“Don’t worry, Harr and I already talked about it. We’re totally in.” Loki spoke close to my ear giving me a chill.

I leaned into Loki’s touch and looked over at Harr. Even in the dim light, I could see his face tinged pink.

It fueled me in a way. I wasn’t the only one nervous. I took a step forward and Loki pushed my hair away from my neck as he kissed the line of my jaw down to my shoulder.

I sighed at the sensation of his kisses and began to hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. His hands ran down my back and found the hem of my shirt. He snuck his finger underneath the fabric and ran it along my skin.

“Step one” Loki smirked as he lifted the fabric up and over my head. I gasped at the suddenness and went to cover my chest.

Harr had been so quiet but I heard the paper hit the floor as he dropped it. Leaning in his eye lit up red again and a string of tiny white lights lit up around the bed.

My skin was illuminated and Loki popped the clasp on my bra. It loosened, the only thing holding it to me was my crossed arms.

“Hmph.” Loki cocked a brow at me. “Relax.” He winked turning me to the side and capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

I moved my arms down and the bra hit the floor. Without releasing his lips I pushed his jacket over his shoulders. He shook it off onto the floor the pulled back as jerked his shirt up and over his head. He eyed me devilishly as I took in his hard chest.

I thought of Harr and turned to where he sat on the bed. He had moved closer to us towards the end. I hesitated but stepped over to him. He reached out for me and cupped my cheek.

Harr kissed me lightly at first, drinking me in slowly. The kiss grew hungrier as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair listening to his light sighs.

From behind Loki reached around cupping my breasts in his hands. I moaned into Harr’s mouth at the sudden sensation. He stood close to me now, and I could feel his cool chest on my back.

I pulled away and looked at Harr. He held the kindest smile I’ve ever seen him wear.

“Take off her skirt,” Loki told Harr. Loki lay his head on the side of my face to get a view at what his hands were doing to my nipples.

Harr’s sucked in a breath and moved down until he was in a seated position at the end of the bed. I slid my feet towards him and his hands ran along my stomach. My muscles jumped a Loki pinched both nipples hard.

I cried out and Harr undid my skirt hastily. The mountain of fabric slunk to the floor and Harr hooked his fingers on my panties and pulled them down slowly.

“Leg up,” Harr asked just the tiny barrier made it to my ankles.

I stepped out of them an put one leg up on the bed. Loki steadied me all while, kneading my breasts and tormenting my peaks relentlessly.

Harr brought his head down to my core and grabbed my leg with his hand, adjusting me to fit against his mouth. He teased me by kissing just above my clit. He trailed his tongue in between the entire sensitive zone, just missing it.

I felt how turned on I was getting. Harr knew exactly what he was doing and it made me feel so hot. Finally, his warm tongue barely grazed my clit. I gasped and Loki reached around and covered my mouth with his. His finger ran lightly over my breasts now. Harr applied more pressure to his tongue and Loki’s kiss swallowed my moans.

My legs grew weak and I pulled back from Harr and Loki’s mouth. Harr looked up at me confused as I pushed on his chest lightly.

“Move back.” I smiled at him.

He used his arms to move backward and rested his weight on his elbows. Loki ran his hand over the swell of my ass as I leaned down to Harr’s lap and unzipped his pants.

His erection had been straining against the confines. While running my hand along his shaft, Loki’s hand trailed between my thighs. His fingers found my core and I heard him sigh.

“Do you want me to take you from behind?” His voice was down an octave as he spoke. His fingers teased my entrance as he waited for an answer.

I brought my knees up onto the bed and leaned forward. I grasped Harr’s cock in my hand and looked back at the younger man’s mismatched eyes.

“Yes, please,” I spoke, hoping to sound desperate enough for him to not tease me anymore.

Loki smiled and grabbed both sides of my ass, moving me to an angled he could reach. I locked eyes with Harr, who had been waiting so patiently.

Licking his lips lightly he watched me pump his length then bring my head down to lick the line around the head.

I felt Loki scissor his fingers into my cunt, stretching me. His hand squeezed my ass as his fingers sped up.

I moaned as I slid Harr’s dick into my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath and adjusted his elbows to lean back slightly.

I used my tongue, swirling around his shaft, evoking the first heavy moan from him. Loki pressed his dick against me, rubbing it against my clit then back to my wet hole.

I pushed my hips back into Loki and he obliged my silent request by driving himself inside. I hummed at the pleasure onto Harr’s dick. He laid his head back and sighed.

I held myself up with my arms and began taking his dick as far as possible. Loki filled me to the hilt and began moving slowly.

My breathing was coming more rapidly along with both guys. Loki stifled his moans but Harr’s breathing intensified.

Loki sped up without notice and I braced myself against the bed. He fucked me relentlessly holding onto my hips. I gasped in the air in between strokes, taking Harr deeper.

I tried swirling my tongue around his cock when I could. I felt his dick become fully ridged as curses fell off his lips.

He held his hand over my head preventing me from lifting up as he came into my mouth. He lightly thrust upwards until he was completely spent.

Loki pulled out of me just as Harr laid back fully on the bed, exhausted.

“That looks like fun, I want a turn.” Loki smirked as he took a seat on the bed.

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Thank you for the request Anon!

This was a good ask for the fandom, :)

Harr is such an enigma to me, we need more Harr content. KayThnxBye

47 notes Aug 18th, 2018

[alloverroliver-blog]

Blanc x MC “No Time Like The Present.”

NSFW Explicit   Blanc Lapin

WC: 1678

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

I looked down at the gold teacup in my hand, growing more concern by the minute. Blanc would be late, sure, but this was hours after our planned meeting.

I walked over to the large window that looked out onto his garden. A small drizzle began, sprinkling the land with tiny droplets. I watched the storm clouds roll in, sipping from the delicate china.

With a small adjustment, I was able to make out my own reflection in the window. The soft patter of rain coated the glass. I got so caught up trying to make out my own features in the window pane, the man in the distance almost evaded me.

Slowly coming into focus, he walked up the path to his home. Blanc was charming, even being pelted by mother nature’s callous outpour. The sky opened up as he neared the walkway to his cottage, surely soaking through all his freshly laundered layers.

I set the teacup down on the table behind me and rushed over to the front door. Sliding the locked latch open, I pulled the heavy door ajar.

The wind blew in rain, but I ducked behind the makeshift shield watching him quick step inside. He finally passed the threshold, allowing me to slam the door shut, halting the high winds.

Damp leaves and water droplets scattered over the entryway, as Blanc stood huffing after the quick exertion. He squinted through his blurry glasses that the rain got the best of.

“I was so worried.” I looked him up and down, noting the mud-coated shoes that had splashed droplets on his khaki trousers.

“I am so sorry, darling.” his words held a deeper weight, making the gravity of his reasons for being late something grave indeed.

I shook my head slightly, pulling his unusable glasses out from under his plastered hair. I wiped the water off with my shirt, making sure they were crystal clear again.

“Please don’t be sorry, I’m just glad you’ve come home on one piece.” after replacing his glasses, I ran my hands over the cold fabric on his shoulders.

I knew my body heat was beyond help, but I hoped the comforting gesture eased his mind.

“I wish to tell you what has transpired, in time…” his gloved hand covered mine but the icy touch concerned me.

“I understand, but first we need to get you out of these clothes before you catch a cold.” I shot him a determined look.

His classic features remained grim, triggering my compassionate side into overdrive. The first order of business was his gloves.

I snapped the button on one side, rolling from his palm to his fingers. The other was removed just as well, in rapid succession.

I began working the buttons down his torso when a chill came over him. He shook like a leaf then composed himself. My eyes searched his increasingly miserable ones. In our silent moment, the tips of his hair dipped a teardrop of rain onto the floor.

“We need to get you into a warm bath,” I spoke in confidence, brushing a wet strand off his forehead. “Let me draw you one.”

He nodded weakly. I took his hand in mine and lead him down the hall, rubbing my palms over and under his to add friction.

In the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the tub and removed his socks and shoes while I drew the bath water. I tested the temperature after a moment then stood with him in front of the vanity mirror.

I helped peel off his jacket, plopping the sopping garment to the floor. I removed his tie while he began unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom. I joined in, starting from the top and meeting him in the middle. He teased my finger when we fought for the last button.

I looked up at him in surprise, finally, a small smile crept up on his face. I pulled the top open and help his arms out of the clean shirt.

“Why are you so smiley all of the sudden?” pursed my lips at him while unlatching his pants.

“It feels nice to be pampered by you.” His gentle words brought a smile to my lips.

“Then I won’t stop.”

The heavy soaked pants were soon discarded along with his undergarments. Once he was rid of all the soaked clothing, I gestured towards the filling tub.

“I will go make some tea, you relax in the-”

“No” his word cut through my sentence.

“No?” I was surprised by his unusually crass behavior.

He scrunched up his brow and took a step towards me.

“Soon, some things may come to fruition that will make the Cradle unsafe for us. I want to spend every moment I can with you.” Pushing my hair behind my back, he slid his finger down my chest to the first button.

“Of course.” my voice was quiet as nervous tension filled me.

Blanc circled the top button with his pointing finger and smiled graciously. He brought his other hand up and made quick work of the blouse, tugging it off my body.

The skirt was easy to step out of once he popped the clasp with one hand. I removed my bra, while he slid my panties down my legs.

He wrapped his still cold hands around my side and I giggled at the brisk temperature. Both naked in front of each other, he walked me to the tub.

With a kiss to my temple, he helped me into the giant basin. My toes dipped in, testing the heat. The soothing warmth moves up my leg as I entered the relaxing temperature.

Blanc stepped in behind me and took a seat down, pulling me with him. I laughed as the water sloshed around us, settling in on his lap. I laid back onto his chest, bringing a hand full of water to his upper arm.

“You need to warm up.” the water droplets rolled off him in various directions.

“Thank you.” he sighed, bringing me with him as he dipped deeper into the warm pool.

I reached out with my foot to the faucet and used my big toe to switch the water off. We lay there, relaxing into each other.

“You are always so thoughtful.” he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear, tucking it lightly.

He rotated his body, angling to the side of me. Now within view, he slid his finger up under the curve of my breast. A sudden shyness crept over me that my brain forgot to initially process.

I was so concerned about taking care of him, I hadn’t even realized the state of vulnerability it left both of us in. Slowly, the finger trailed up in between my breasts, over my collarbone, then to my jaw.

He used that very finger to turn my chin towards him, bringing me into contact with his sultry peach eyes. Gliding over my features, his eyes paused over my lips. My sudden intake of breath caused my lips to part moments before Blanc pressed his mouth to mine.

Without missing a beat, his tongue slowly swept between my lips. I adjusted my body in the water and pressed my lips firmer to his. With the swirl of his tongue, I tasted the tea again that I was partaking just moments before he arrived.

He cupped my cheek, gliding his thumb under my lips. His other hand, that was wrapped around my waist, slid over the crease of my thigh and hip. I hummed at that realization his closeness.

His lips curled up in amusement as the finger trailed down to my core. I wiggled my hips when the tip of his finger tickled my inner thigh. His lips were crashing against mine, flaring the passion between us both.

His fingers explored the area between my thighs languidly, dipping lower than before. He moved his legs away from my body slightly, causing my own to part further.

My heart raced, banging against my rib cage at the lewd display I was now in. With the movement of his tongue into my mouth, his fingers dipped into my entrance, teasingly.

My hips bucked with the ostentatious invasion. Blanc dropped his hand from my face and smoothed over the skin of my breast. His, now warm, fingers drew circles over my pert nipple.

His breathing picked up in sync with mine as I clenched my walls around his finger. He took his time to slide all the way in my pussy while keeping up his ministrations on my breast.

Rapidly growing heat moved over me, forcing my mind to only think of him and his generous pleasure. The fingered buried inside of me began departing, as I made sure to run the length of the digit along the sensitive patch.

A moan dropped from my lips as he aptly swallowed the sound with his lips. The finger ran along my core up toward my clit. He gently touched the bundle of nerves, sending shock waves through my torso.

On the other hand, ever so slightly, his nimble fingers pinched my nipple. Masterfully, the other hand joined in, swirling a circle over my clit. My heart stuttered at the duality causing my body to arch towards him.

His erection pressed against my back more prominently now, siring my mind into a dizzying haze of lust. His lips were warm, his hands were deft, and his gentleness surpassed all others.

After working my clit over, he moved back down, pushing his finger inside of me once again. I desperately kissed him, moving my hands to wrap around his neck as we shifted again in the tub.

We would be here until the water was cold, and our bodies were sweltering. Moving from the bath, to the bed and into the night. Blanc would never stop touching me as long as his name fell from my lips and our bodies demanded the proximity.

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Thank you, Anon for the request! XD

Gotta get some more Blanc love up in here <3

59 notes Oct 22nd, 2018

[alloverroliver-blog]

Blanc x MC “Drink Me”

NSFW Explicit-  Blanc Lapin Body worship

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic The grandfather clock in the hallway struck Midnight. The faint chime that rang out like the tinkling bell startled me. The floorboards creaked under my bare feet, as I tiptoed past it. Quietly, I made it back to the bedroom and closed the door silently behind me. The plush carpet was soft between my toes as I walked back to my side of the bed. I placed the cup of water that I retrieved from the kitchen, down on the side table. The heavy knock of the glass onto the solid wood was loud enough to rouse him from sleep. I cursed under my breath. I had been so quiet up until now.

“Darling? What are you doing up?” Blanc’s voice was gravelly

“Sorry!” I whispered. “I woke up thirsty, so I went to grab some water.” I slid my legs under the cool sheets. “Ah, I see.” My boyfriend wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest. I giggled when his hair tickled my cheek. Instead of moving away, shook his head lightly. Laughing, I pushed him away with one hand. “Why are you trying to keep me awake?” I joked, playing with a strand of his long hair. “Sorry.” He brushed his cheek over mine. “Actually I was dreaming about you." His hand moved over my forearm down to my palm. He brought the back of my hand up to his lips and kissed it tenderly. "Oh, Is that so?” I felt a blush dust my cheeks when he placed a second kiss on my wrist. “Mmhm, quite right.” He responded between kisses and slowly trailed up my arm. “Um-” his lips met my shoulder. “What was it about?” I asked bashfully. Blanc lifted his head to my face and planted a soft kiss to my nose. “You were naked, kneeling in front of me.” He paused dramatically. “Oh… One of those dreams” I playfully rolled my eyes. “Not quite,” he smiled l pushing a strand of hair delicately behind my ear. “You were facing away from me, and your body was bathed in light. I swore your glowing aura made you look like an angel." He kissed the corners of my mouth before plating a full kiss on my lips. I sighed into him, relaxing under his tranquilizing kisses. He lifted up and eyed me quizzically. "What is it?” I asked, stifling a yawn. “Would you indulge me for a moment?” His eyes never wavered from mine. I fidgeted under him, only nodding in agreement. He lightly kissed my forehead then captured my lips again. He cupped my jaw with his hand and tilted up, causing me to part my lips. Blanc’s tongue glided past my lips, sliding along my own. He tilted his head moving his lips against mine, stealing my breath away. My heart picked up, drumming in my chest. Blanc was a skillful kisser and always managed to make me dizzy with desire without ever actually touching me. “Sit it, if you would.” His warm body moved away from mine. I pushed up with my hands, sitting on the bed. “I want to undress you.” He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. “Okay” I looked at him doe-eyed. Blanc was often spontaneous, but rarely so in the middle of the night. His hands tugged at my overnight shirt. I lifted my arms and felt my long hair spill put over my shoulders. He laid the fabric gently next to me. He didn’t gawk at my body, instead, he tugged the plush pajama bottoms off. His eyes met mine in an intense stare. “One more thing.” He calmly smiled, pulling my panties down my thighs. He audibly sighed, showing how flustered he actually was. Outwardly, he looked as put together as usual. He paused when the cloth barrier got to the end of my legs, and I pulled my ankles out. He gently placed all my clothes next to me on the pillow. Another long sigh left him as he raked his eyes over my fully naked for. Finally, he dragged his eyes up to my face and smiled. “My darling, I would like for you to turn around.” He looked slightly worried I wouldn’t agree. His shoulders relaxed when I began to twist my body around. Blanc directed me on how to sit, placing my hands and knees down on the mattress. Blanc kneeled behind me and put both hands on either leg. Gently, he kissed the back of my thigh. I rested my forehead on to the mattress and closed my eyes. He pressed another heated kiss next to the previous one. I focused on his soft lips kissing every square inch of my thigh before switching to the other. He used his tongue during some kisses, letting the cool air of the room chill my skin. His kisses slowly moved inwards over my leg. A feather-light kiss placed near my core jump-started my senses and electrifying my desire. Blanc’s warm breath fanned over my sex, sending chills up my spine. His hands tugged at my legs lightly, prompting me to spread them open. I roughly gasped into the sheets as another kiss met my center. Tenderly, he began pressing kisses onto my folds. His tongue darted out at random, provoking my core to heat up. A light kiss onto my clit sent a small jolt through me. My eagerness soon became apparent, as his kisses continued. Blanc, however, didn’t mind this. He began using his tongue to lap up my arousal around my entrance. I moaned into the bed and relaxed my body against him. He prodded me with his tongue pushing into me and circling my hole. Blanc poured all of his love into every kiss he ever gave me. Tonight, how he focused on my womanhood, stirred my emotions. He began moving his tongue over every part, lightly kissing and licking my entire core. He swiped over my clit countless times only to move away again. My body was hyper-aware of his movements, leaving me moaning over and over. Finally, Blanc focused his tongue over the hood of my clit. The light sensation was intoxicating. He kept his movements long and slow. I knew I was impossibly wet at this point thanks to his incredible skill. I wiggled my hips, hoping he would slip down just enough to pleasure my clit. Blanc quietly chuckled, and without a word, his tongue enveloped my sensitive nub. Abruptly, my back slightly arched as I pushed my face into the bed, muffling a cry. My clit throbbed due to finally being focused on. I felt my hips moved with his tongue, but he didn’t seem to mind. Blanc used the tip to circle my swollen clit agonizingly slow. My hips synced up with his mouth, stealing some extra pleasure. Soon, the slowly simmering desired inside of me began to boil. I held in my moans for the most part, but lost my apprehensiveness and grew louder. Blanc’s lips encased around my clit, adding suction while his tongue swirled around. My breathing was labored the longer pleasured me. The bubbling increased exponentially threatening to take over. I held on tight to the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Blanc’s strokes became unbearable, and before I knew it, the desire began spilling over. My toes curled as I yelled out, feeling the pleasure pulse through me. I pushed my head into the mattress and my core back towards his face. He let up on the suction but continued lapping at my clit. I felt my pulsing muscles begin to relax. Blanc continued after my orgasm subsided, swirling around the over sensitive peak. This caused me to start shaking, as my eyes watered at the over stimulation. Blanc added pressure, pushing into my clit. I gasped, yelling out in pleasure. I almost asked him to stop, when the cusp of release raced towards me again. I was surprised when the sudden orgasm seared through me, rocking me to my core. My body pulled away from him, but Blanc keeps up the stimulation until my second orgasm subsided. I was heavily panting when Blanc lifted away from my body. Satisfied tears tickled the corners of my eyes as he turned me to my back. Gently laying me down, Blanc hugged me to him. His fingers carded through my hair while he whispered gratitude into my ear. .

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Thank you for the request Anon ;)

This fic actually made me all emotion while writing it lol. I hope you like it!

38 notes Sep 28th, 2018

[alloverroliver-blog]

Oliver X MC “The Curse of the Night”

Mature:  Oliver Knight- Halloween Themed Prompt

30. “H-holy shit, why-why is there no reflection?” From this prompt list

This is an @ikemen-discord-writers  fic!

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Dressing up as a witch for the annual Halloween festival, was probably not the best thing for me to have picked. The Cradle was used to sorcery and magic stones being used on a regular basis, so a witch from my world didn’t really exist here.

I had to explain my costume to new people I met and ended up just being looked at funny each time. I wanted to avoid being awkward and began moving to the back of the room.

The sound of my heels began to ring out the farther away from the crowd I got. I adjusted my black and purple dress, keeping my low cut top from showing too much skin.

The orange hue of the setting sun spilled into the back windows of the ballroom, and I sat my empty party cup on the window sill, peering outside. The festival had been going on for several hours at this point and only recently moved the adults into the large room to make way for the dance floor.

“Nice hat.” a familiar voice broke my trance.

Twisting my body, I saw Oliver sipping red liquid out of a clear cup. With a bored look, he eyed the rest of my costume.

“Oh, thanks. I’m a witch.” I sighed, gearing up for yet another explanation.

“Obviously.” rolling his eyes, and took a step towards me.

His costume was a stark contrast to what he would normally wear. A black silk hat replaced his forest green one, and he wore a formal tux with a cape layered over top.

“It’s not obvious to anyone else, it seems.” a wry smile began to creep up on my face at the realization that Oliver was actually participating in something of his own will.

“Then why did you go ahead with the costume? Silly.” he scoffed, placing his cup on the sill next to mine.

“If I knew I would have to explain myself the whole evening, I wouldn’t have.” I shrugged, wishing I had the foresight.

Oliver stood next to me and leaned against the window frame. He was easy to tower over in my high pumps. He cut his eyes to me as I straighten my poster.

“You look so-”

“Don’t. Don’t say cute” he cut me off.

“So… cute” I whispered, trying to hide my growing smile.

His brows scrunched up as he turned towards me.

“You’re asking for it.” he spat, trying his best to keep his face as even as possible.

My smile only grew watching him try to hide his smirk.

“Are you supposed to be a vampire?” I asked, unsure if the mythical creature was known in this dimension.

“I am a vampire,” he confirmed, crossing his arms.

The inflection in his voice made me cock my head to the side, eyeing him quizzically.

“Like a real one?” I laughed, leaning back against the window sill.

The sun hung lower in the sky, spilling the last of its rays over the land. I relaxed against the solid frame, happy to be in familiar banter.

“Do you want proof?” he moved into my line of site and squinted his eyes at me.

Oliver was always teasing me, so I was used to him being adamant about things he couldn’t necessarily prove.

“I’m going to go with ‘yes’ .” I triumphantly smiled, knowing this was a scuffle I would win.

“As you wish.” He pulled out an object from his pocket. “Meet me at my house after the party.” he dropped a single key into my palm.

My stomach fluttered at the realization of what the key went to. Oliver turned on his heel, smiling devilishly and disappeared into the crowd.

Would this be considered another date? How many dates do you go on with someone before you can officially say you are ‘dating’ them?

I pondered over my thoughts, dropping the key into my handbag.

The sun disappeared over the horizon, peppering the sky with tiny starts. To my disappointment, I didn’t run into Oliver at the party again.

I left to his cottage late into the evening. The carriage dropped me off, and I made my way down the long walkway to his front door.

My heart skipped a beat as I rapped lightly on the solid wood. The light of the porch dimly lit the small entryway.

Moments passed in silence, and I idly wondered what he had planned for us tonight.

Pressing my lips together, I remembered the token he gave me earlier in the evening. Pulling the key out of my purse, my hand trembled slightly missing the keyhole initially.

The lock audibly slid open, then I twisted the knob and stepped past the threshold. His house was quiet, as I made my way through the living room. I removed my hat and purse, placing them both on the reading chair in the hall.

The dining room light was on, so I followed the path through the kitchen into the nook. The table was set with sweet treats and empty tea cups. I smiled down at the familiarity from one of our older dates.

Without warning, an arm wrapped around my waist, twisting me around 180 degrees. I squealed at the abruptness but was thwarted by a firm hand pressing down on my mouth. The icy palm encased my lips as my eyes drifted skyward meeting Oliver’s gaze.

“Oliver?” I pulled back and blinked in confusion at his unusual appearance.

His normal temporal change wasn’t what confused me. His light skin was now deadly pale, without a single blemish. The cheeks showed no signs of blush and his skin was cold to the touch.

“Yeah, It’s me.” He calmly stated, running the tip of his finger on the edge of my jaw.

His nail was jagged, as he gently scraped a line up to my ear. I looked twice at his eyes, that seemed to glow for a moment. Confusion flooded me as I grew more concerned about his abrupt change.

“I can hear your heart racing.” He smirked, revealing a sliver of an ivory tooth. His finger traced my bottom lip and swiped along my cheek.

“… but it’s not” I lied. There was no way he could hear my heart beating from where he stood. I willed my lungs to take in oxygen normally as his proximity stirred my infatuation.

The small pointed tooth piqued my curiosity. My hand lifted to his face, cupping his frigid cheek. I pulled down on his lip with my thumb, exposing two sets of petite fangs. Yanking my hand away, I took a step back.

His smile was dazzling, freezing me in place. My fight or flight response failed me, as I stood there like a deer in headlights unable to look away.

“This can’t be real.” I reasoned, mostly to myself.

He stepped towards me, leaning down to make eye contact. His eyes roamed over my face before he spoke.

“If you’re so adamant, I can prove these fangs aren’t for show.” He whispered, blowing cool air over my lips.

With haste, he leaned my head back with his hand, to exposing the column of my neck. My heart raced double time as his nose brushed the valley between my shoulder.

I swallowed thickly. His cool lips pressed against my heated skin, sending a shiver down my spine. This tongue traced the spot below my ear and I allowed a soft sigh to fall off my lips.

“Tell me when to stop.” He spoke clearly, moving his mouth into place.

I held onto his tailored jacket tight, anticipating the next moment. Oliver’s mouth opened wide and pressed his teeth into the thin skin over my pulse. I gasped, feeling my own heart rate beat into his mouth.

The particularly sharp teeth bore down hard causing me to hiss. However, numbness soon followed the ache as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. A dizzying heat began to flow through my body as he sucked at the delicate skin.

I could practically feel the mark began to appear, the red patch would be easy to see tomorrow. Oliver’s let up and used his tongue to soothe the angry skin. He placed a quick kiss on the hickey, then brought his gaze to mine.

“Wh-what was that.” a pang of embarrassment shot through me at my breathless words.

“A kiss.” he smiled, keeping a gentle gaze on me.

“Mmm, that was more of a bite,” I mumbled, bringing my hand up absently, feeling the stinging area. “Are you okay?” I continued, gesturing at all of him.

“I’m fine, I told you I’m a vampire now.” his gentle gaze dropped, replaced with a feigned annoyance.

He pulled me over to the side of the wall and stood me in front of the beautiful antique mirror. Over the spotty reflection, my eyes zoned indirectly to the fresh red mark Oliver left. Soon he was behind me, resting his forehead on my cheek.

The initial shock of the mark wore off, but another realization crept over me. I moved my hand and rested it on his face, however, the reflection lacked something alarmingly important.

“H-holy shit, why-why is there no reflection?” I croaked, swinging my head around to make sure he was still there.

“Do you believe me now? Goofy.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he moved his face back to look at his non-reflection.

“How… How did this happen!?” I yelled, louder than I intended.

“What does it matter? You still like me, right?”

“I do, I just don’t understand how this could be possible…” I managed to stumble out.

I twisted in his arms, ignoring the empty mirror, and faced him. Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Questions failed to fall off my lips, as I locked eyes with him.

“You didn’t answer me. Do you believe me now?” his words brought me back to reality.

“Yes, I mean, I would be an idiot not to after seeing that.” or not seeing that, I quickly added in my head.

“I’ll tell you my secret.” he looked amused and ruffled through his jacket pocket.

He kept his other arm around me, holding me close. Bringing his hand up slowly, he gave me a smug look.

A small glowing pebble sat the center of his palm. My eyes cut to him in annoyance.

“A magic crystal!?” I snagged the crystal out of his hand.

Oliver chuckled lightly.

“It’s only a spell. Lasting just for the night.” he flashed a bright smile.

“This has to be the farthest I’ve seen you go out of your way to tease me!”

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Oliver.. this is your fault for having that costume card! XD

58 notes Oct 13th, 2018

[alloverroliver-blog]

Oliver x MC “The Pursuit”

SFW Fluff- Oliver Knight

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Oliver worked non-stop through lunch. He knew his meet up with Alice was tonight, and he wanted to get all his work done quickly to see her. If he finished Fenrir’s order early, he could hand deliver it to the black army and pick up Alice at the same time. He just had a hand full of bullets left in the order before he could take off. The clock ticked extremely loud on the wall behind him, echoing on his ears. The last bullet was finally complete, but Oliver waiting impatiently for one more thing. His knee bounced looking at the clock, waiting for Twilight to pass, and the moon to come out. The ticking practically gave him a headache, as he scowled down at his short form. Oliver had asked her on this date a few days prior and he prepared everything to make sure it went smoothly. A carriage would take them to a 5-star restaurant he already made reservations at. He had looked over the wine menu ahead of time to research what the perfect one would be to share. Hell, he even bought new cologne to help him stand out. The clock struck 8:00 PM. Oliver stood tall, picking the now lightbox off the counter and quickly rushed out the front door. He took long strides to the front gate of the Black Army headquarters. Signaling them to let him in. His heart raced with excitement as he neared the barracks. Once inside, he passed Alice’s room in search of Fenrir. Since he was a few minutes early to pick her up, he decided to give her more time to get ready. “Oi! Oliver!” Fenrir yelled down the hall. Oliver twisted around, seeing the shorter man gestured towards the dining room. Huffing, Oliver stomped his way over, annoyed Alice might have heard he was already here. “Hey, buddy! You got the stuff oouf-” Fenrir’s words were cut off by Oliver shoving the box into his chest. “I had to work all day to fill this for you in time. I hope I will be thoroughly compensated." "Sure thing! Just wait in there; everyone is getting ready for dinner. I’ll bring your payment lickety-split!” Fenrir bounded off down the hall. Oliver strode into the dining room and was greeted by some passing soldiers. He wondered momentarily if he should go ahead and greet Alice already. He looked up at the clock hanging high on the wall. It was already their meeting time. Oliver began to turn abruptly, deciding to greet her. He took a step towards the door when a figured ran right into him. “Watch it-” he stepped back to see Alice. Her hair was in the most beautiful curls he’s ever seen, and he was pretty sure that was a new dress. “I’m sorry…” He began, rubbing the back of his head absently. “No! No, I’m sorry!” Her silvery voice made him smile. “I was just coming to greet you.” He confessed.   “Oh! Well, hello!” She smiled, waving at him. “Goofy” he smirked. They stood in the doorway still. Oliver idly wondered if he should hug her. They’ve never hugged before, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to give her a handshake. “I actually heard Fenrir call your name so I came to find you.” She spoke, cutting through what could have been an awkward silence. He relaxed, glad she was good at leading conversations, whereas he was only good at stopping them. “Seems we were like-minded. Once I receive my payment we can leave for our evening out.” He cursed himself inwardly for not saying ‘date’. He didn’t mean to make her as confused as to where they stood, it just kept happening, like self-sabotage. “Why are you two blocking the doorway?” Seth’s voice cut through Oliver’s thoughts. “Sorry Seth, we were just ogling one another.” She chimed. Had he been staring at her? He had memorized the pattern of her dress, the way it hugged her body in all the right places, and the way her hair gems matched the ones on her shoes. Shit, he had been staring. She had admitted she was staring too, right? Composing himself, Oliver stepped out of the way. Seth walked forward carrying a large pot full of stew he helped Luka make. “That looks amazing, Seth.” Alice praised. Oliver watched Alice follow after him to the table. As if they were attached by a string, he followed quickly behind. “Not as amazing as you look tonight.” Seth smiled at her. Oliver halted mid-step. “Oh, um thanks.” She curtsied at him. Oliver felt his fists ball up at his sides. He never complimented her when first saw her. Of course, she was beautiful, she always was. Why did he have to tell her every time he saw her? He took another step towards her, facing Seth. “She’s dressed up for our date tonight.” He pressed his lips together. What was he saying?! He felt like something took over his vocal cords and forced words to come out. “Good for you.” Seth turned his body towards Alice. “Luckily, I get to see her every day." "Why does that matter? She’s agreed to date me.” Oliver scowled at the man. “Only because you asked first.” He smirked, turning away towards the table. “I’m excited about our date tonight,” Alice interjected, seemingly hoping to distract him. Oliver refused to look at her. He felt like a fool and didn’t want to make things worse. Luckily, Fenrir barged through the door dissolving some tension. “Here ya go!” Waving Oliver’s payment in his face. He snatched it quickly and finally turned to Alice.

Oliver saw the innocent look in her eye and it hit him, she had called this a date.

Tension released from his shoulders, and he offered her his arm.

“Shall we?” He managed a calm tone despite his boiling anger.

She linked her arm with his and waved goodbye to the others in the room.

It took all of Oliver’s power not to stick his tongue out at Seth while they walked out like his immature side wanted.

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Thank you anon for the request!

Jealous Oliver

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77 notes Sep 23rd, 2018

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Oliver x MC “Let Me See You Mean It”

Rated E: Oliver Knight

WC: 6019

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

There had always been hinting, plenty of flirting with touches and cheeky smiles. However, it lead to a draw where neither of them would admit anything out loud. Fear holds some back, and shyness halts others in their tracks. She and Oliver were at a stalemate. She would often visit him at his home, and soon it became a signal for him to take a break from work and have lunch. She was there so often they had a routine, of sorts, that played out each time she stayed. Today was the first time that routine broke. She would walk up the path to his home and knock on his garage door on her way inside. He always heard the knock and would wrap up his project and go inside to greet her. She would then prepare the plates and teapots, sometimes with Blanc’s help. Today when she arrived, she gave his door passing knock and entered his home. Blanc warned that Oliver already had his lunch and went back into the garage over an hour ago. She tapped her nose with her pointing finger. “Maybe he’s ready for a snack. I can bring him something small to eat or tea.” She fumbled around the kitchen. A sense of dread came over her wondering why he would change up their well-known routine like this. “If I may,” Blanc interjected as he walked into the kitchen. “Oliver is pushing himself hard. Working on a massive invention for the upcoming merchant event has taken its toll on him.” The older man watched her hold a single muffin close to her chest as she listened. Her brows knitted as she shifted her feet under his gaze. Blanc cleared his throat and continued. “It’s a massive feat he’s taken on, and I don’t think he’s been getting much sleep. I would advise that you give him some time to focus on his work and come back another day.” He shone a genuine smile to her, yet it was only met with a more worried look. “I understand your concerns, but we see each other every day, and even he needs a break. Oh- I’ll drop off this snack and be on my way.” She moved past him and hurried out the front door. Oliver’s garage wasn’t far from the house, she was able to bound over to the door and knock again. Her first knock had gone unanswered, and her growing concern that her second would too make her weary. He didn’t answer. Again. Pensively, she knocked a third time,  calling his name through the crack. “Oliver, It’s me.”

From behind the door, she heard footsteps approach. Her heart took off in a runaway beat, holding the muffin closer. If he overworked himself, she felt she could be the one to help him. Even though he didn’t know how she felt, maybe he could sense it through her actions. The knob jiggled, and Oliver’s oddly pale face and bloodshot eyes appeared in the doorway. “Yes?” he stated curtly, eyeing the item she held in her hands. His lack of formal greeting shattered what little confidence she mustard. Negative thoughts swirled in her mind for the first time since spending time with him. What made her so special, and why did she think she deserved to feel this way around him? With a crack in her happy facade, she offered the confection to the man hoping to smooth his mood. “I brought you a snack. Blanc told me you ate lunch already so”- She noticed his jaw lock, gritting his teeth as he held back his tongue. -”I thought you could use a break.” His eyes shifted past her, glaring at the front door. “If you spoke to Blanc, then you’d know I don’t have time for a break. There’s no need for the snack, the deal is looming and I could do without any treats until it’s done. ” He looked back at her, crossing his arms as he did so. “Oh. Well, in that case, would you like some help? I could do something simple. If you have repetitive work, anything monotonous or time-consuming, I’m your gal!” She shot him a dazzling smile, feigning confidence. His brows dropped, eyes shifting away from her form. She felt the need to let him know she wanted to help him. Because she cared about him and his well being, but a flop of her stomach made her hold her tongue. “No. You’ve wasted enough of my time as it is.” An odd sense of uneasiness twinged his voice as he spoke. Was he feeling so anxious about the project that he would endure such a rigorous process? Inventing was his hobby but it seemed like this particular job turned it into a nightmare. What were they demanding of him to do? His fingers massaged his forehead as he sighed. A burning sensation came over the corners of her eyes. “Okay.” The sound was questionably a word as it left her mouth on the wave of a breath. Oliver stepped back, shutting the door, and figuratively shutting her out completely. The burning began to sting as the tears started to fall. ‘What an ass! What an ungrateful little prick!’ She yelled in her head. The anger was hard to switch to when her heart was utterly ripped to pieces. What was the point of all this up until now? Hadn’t they build up their relationship enough to allow for a helping hand to extend to the other? Furious, she stomped away, holding her chin up as the tears streamed down her face. Throwing the muffin at the nearby tree, she watching it burst at the force. She continued her departure from his property before she was a blubbering mess.   She was angry he was so curt with her, even after it seemed like his walls had begun to crumble. Sad that he didn’t seem to reciprocate any of her feelings, even if they were hidden in plain sight. She didn’t come back the next day, nor the following. In fact, Oliver didn’t even see her even after his project was complete and the event had ended. Sitting at the dining table with Blanc, staring at the empty chair next to him he spoke. “Have you heard from her?” He didn’t keep his pout hidden from his old friend, knowing the older man could see right through him. “No, not at all.” Blanc’s words were quick but he meant them to be as he knew Oliver was the one to chase her away. Taking a bite of his food, Oliver chewed without tasting staring at the empty chair once more. Blanc took a sip of tea and glanced between the chair and his friend. “What did you say to her?” “I”- Oliver looked across the table at him. Instead of continuing, he remained quiet. Reflecting on their conversing from a week ago, his stomach sank. “I found the muffin in my garden, smashed. I know it wasn’t you.” Blanc’s voice was deep, trying to elicit some sort of emotional response. “What did you say to her?” “The muffin…” Oliver looked away, staring at his cold food. Huffing, Blanc set his hand on the table to gain the others attention “She likes you. That’s why she comes here, but she doesn’t know how you feel. So she keeps quiet in hopes that you will make the first move. However, when she went to you, she got something she didn’t bargain for. Am I right?”   “No, I never told her to stop coming. I said I didn’t need help. I was overwhelmed, I didn’t have time to teach her a skill so she could assist me. It wouldn’t have saved me any time in the long run.” Blanc shook his head, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes, exasperated. “But, Oliver, did you tell her that was why? Does she understand that you appreciated her gesture but it was moot?” The silence that followed answered Blanc question. He waited for a few ticks of the clock before speaking again. “She’s not the kind of girl to wait around forever. If you care about her, you should apologize. Even if you don’t care, you should still tell her you’re reasoning and that you’re sorry if it offended her.” “Fine.” He pushed his plate away and sipped his tea that already went cold. “How do you know for sure that she has feelings for me?” The question was quiet coming from Oliver himself. It made Blanc smirk at his vulnerability. “Anybody within a ten-mile radius could see the budding love between the two of you.” Blanc stood, taking his plate to the kitchen swiftly. “Love?!” Oliver yelled after him. “Mhm.” His friend smiled, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Oliver waited a few days before deciding to go see her. He needed time. His feelings were so tangled, the only way to understand was to ponder on what she meant to him. In what time she had been with him, the seed of love was planted. He hadn’t realized it sprouted roots, and began to blossom into something completely foreign to him. He saw the flower, yet never acknowledged what It was. He did care, wholeheartedly he cared. He decided he was ready to talk to her. To apologize for how he treated her so harshly. Gathering his wits about him, he took off for the black army barracks after nightfall. Seth was the first to greet him, looking him up and down with a raised brow. The way he asked him if he wanted to see her insinuated Seth knew more than he would verbally let on. Seth’s voice was low as he walked with Oliver down the hall. “She’s been cooped up in her room all week.” “What? All week, why? Is she sick.” Oliver looked on concerned. Maybe Blanc was wrong, about her feelings and she’s had the flu. His whole reason for coming here was to apologize, so he would at least do that. Cutting his eyes at the taller man, Seth sighed. “In a sense. She’s not physically sick. Luka has been checking up on her-” “Luka?” The name fell from his lips before he could stop it. “Yes, Luka, Alice’s dear friend who has been taking care of her in the wake of her sudden declining happiness.” Seth laid it on thick. Noting the flicker of jealousy that was gone without a trace in Oliver’s eyes, Seth continued. “Luka has been the biggest help lately. I don’t know why he’s taken a sudden interest in her.” Oliver met Seth’s eyes, seeing the sly smirk on his lips. He bit his tongue, keeping in anything incriminating from slipping out. So if she wasn’t sick, why was she staying in her room all the time, hiding out? Oliver needed to talk to her, let her know he was sorry. He knew this was all his fault. Seth knocked quietly on the door. “Alice? You have a visitor. It’s… Oliver.” The way Seth said his name with disdain put him on high alert. She had talked to him, Oliver was sure of it. She might have even told Luka how terribly he treated her. Would she share with everyone exactly what happened? All at once, the barracks seemed too hot, and his jacket, too tight. The door opened, revealing her small form. Her hair was wet and the strong scent of soap hit his nose. “Hey.” She tried to sound friendly, opening the door wider. Her clothes were basic lounging attire. She held a small towel in her other hand, running it through her strands. “Um, come in if you want.” She stepped out of the way but Oliver’s feet felt glued to the floor. Seth glared at the taller man, then cleared his throat. “I’ll be close by if you need anything, Alice.” He smiled at her, then walked down the hall a few paces. “Thanks, Seth” She spoke in a bored tone. Their eyes locked. Her face was missing her usual glow and her brows hung lower than he was used to. Swallowing thickly, he took a step and passed over the threshold. She slammed the door behind them, turned and crossed her arms. “What are you doing here?” Her attitude shone through, but Oliver didn’t flinch. Instead, he uncrossed his arms and dug deep inside for the courage, to be honest. If anyone deserved his honestly, it was her. “Well, I haven’t seen you in a while and I was wonde-” She cut him off “And no bullshit. Speak plainly to me.” She turned towards the table at end of her room and began setting out teacups. She didn’t even care to ask, as she began brewing a pot of tea. Oliver blinked in confusion, he wasn’t used to her like this. Maybe she had been treating him special all this time. He walked up behind her, pausing as he looked over her shoulder at the tea preparations. “I came to apologize.” She stopped all movement, pausing her hand on the lid of the large pot. “To what…” her voice cracked, sending a fissure straight down the middle Oliver’s heart. “I’m sorry.” His voice was the only sound in the room. “I’m sorry for how I treated you. It was wrong and you don’t deserve that.” She let go of the lid with a clank and turned her head to the side to view him in her peripheral. “I was done with you, ya know. After you said that to me, I was through.” She blew out a ragged breath. “I know.” He hadn’t seen her in days, and the loneliness that crept back into his heart was more painful than he would like to bare. Oliver moved his arm forward, capturing her palm. He held it between both of his hands securely. “I was selfish, and I was overwhelmed and took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that, especially from someone that”- his heart throbbed, causing him to take a pause. -”from someone that cares about you.” He said it. Out loud. It was real, and there was no taking it back. It was true, he cared and he needed her to know. Even if she decided to never see him again, at least he knew that he tried. Her body shifted, twisting to look up at him with glossy eyes. “You care about me?” It was the softest sentence he’s heard from her in days. Words of deflection came to the forefront of his mind. Pull away and dismiss all this as a fever dream became a strong emotion. Yet, he pushed past it holding her hand tighter between his. “Deeply.” That wasn’t enough to convince her yet. His heart hammered in his ears, working against the tide of his poisonous tongue. His contrary nature was acting up, pull away and laugh it off, that’s what his head kept screaming at him. He held still, watching her eyes search his. “You don’t talk to me for a week and come here to apologize and tell you me your feelings for me out of nowhere?” Anger flickered over her features, standing up straighter. Oliver prepared for an onslaught of words, yelling and screaming. Would she cry? He pulled the hand he was holding close to his chest and rested her palm over his heart. The anger on her face twisted into confusion. Standing there silently, his heart race away inside his chest under her palm. He was baring it all, without much spoken between them. “I don’t want to diminish myself, but I seem to be dense.” He pushed a smirk on his face, hoping the self-deprecating joke would lighten the mood. She laughed softly. “Dense is being nice. You’re impenetrable.” She shook her head, grasping his jacket under her palm. Oliver dropped one hand, smoothing his features on his face back out as he looked down at her. Looking past him, she sighed. “Would you like some tea?” She let go of him, turning back around to the small table. “Only if I can remake it. You didn’t put enough tea leaves into the pot, we might as well drink warm water and think of what tea may taste like.” She rolled her eyes teasingly, then stepped out of the way. “You do that, I’m going to dry my hair. Shouldn’t take long.” He dumped the pot of hint-o-tea out and made a fresh batch, adding extra lavender and chamomile to help her sleep. With a drop of honey in each cup, he poured in the freshly brewed beverage. They settle into a comfortable atmosphere on her couch. Going through one whole teapot, and sipping through the last bit of the second. Oliver explained himself, and she listened. The conversation turned and they discussed their week, trying to make up for lost time. Oliver was skirting around what he wanted to stay. He hoped time would drag long enough for her to become tired and him to have an excuse to leave. He cursed himself for not speaking up, moving closer to where she sat, knees touching. He was a hard man to get along with, he knew that.  Somehow this random girl that fell into his world was able to understand him on a whole other level. He waited a while, before reaching for her hand again. He used the tip of his finger to slide over the back of her knuckles, inviting her to join them together. She paused her story to look down at his wordless gesture. Sending him a huge smile, she tangled their hands together and continuing her thought. He wanted to laugh at how small her hands were, it was cute but he remained quiet as to not offend her. This was a delicate business. He needed to be on his best behavior to mend the relationship between them he tore. “So.” She paused, relaxing back into the couch and squeezing their joined hands. “You care about me, like this?” She wiggled her fingers on the back of his hand. Oliver became hyper-aware of his surroundings, feeling out of place. “I guess. I mean yes. I do, care about you deeply.” He shifted his feet, straightening his back. “You guess… then you say yes.” She dropped his hand and rubbed palms over her eyes. “You know, Oliver, It’s hard to believe that after what kind of week it’s been.” She was getting real, and he needed to step up his game if he was going to convince her properly. “I know, I truly do. I had no idea you liked me, I mean, I don’t actually know how you feel at all. I needed a few days to think, and I came to the conclusion that”- He paused, reaching up to cup her face in his warm hand. Leaning in, he dropped his voice. -”That you mean the world to me.” “Oh,” She blinked. She pushed her face towards his hand but confusion still painted her features. He worried. Searching her face and his mind for the right thing to say. The room fell silent as they sat there, his hand on her cheek and her body stiff. She looked down to the floor. “Prove it.” “What?” He moved back, setting his teacup down and wiping his clammy hands on his pants leg. “How? I- I-” Oliver stammered, wondering what she precisely meant. He didn’t want to assume and offend her. Should he use more words, something more colorful or blunt? His thoughts went interrupted as she huffed. She abruptly stood, walking closer to him. Her thighs moved to either side of his legs as she sat in his lap facing him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and the tip of her nose touched his. “Prove it to me. Prove how you feel.” She leaned in more to Oliver’s stiff frame, still in shock at his current predicament. Snapping out of it, his arms came up on either side of her, sliding over her waist and back. His hand trembled but he ignored it, looking down at her lips. “I would very much like to prove it.” His words floated out as a whisper only meant for her ears. He hugged her to him, pushing his forehead into hers. Ghosting his lips atop hers, he gave a dramatic pause. She was literally asking for this, who was he to deny his feelings for her any longer. Pushing closer, his lips captured hers in a hard kiss. His brows furrowed, frustrated knowing this wasn’t enough. His love for her bloomed in his chest as he ran his hand behind her head and deepened the kiss. She slid up his lap, pushing their chests together, moving her lips in sync with his. His mind stirred in a frenzy of newfound need. Her touch filled him up in a way he couldn’t understand. One hand slid over her back, holding her body flesh to his. His tongue teased the seam of her lips, and she parted with a small gasp. He gradually slid inside, moving his tongue over hers. Another wave of passion overcame them as he stood with her legs wrapped around his waist. “Oliver?” She spoke before he crashed his lips against hers again. She held on tight as he moved around the couch and gently sat her on the bed. Her hair splayed around her as he leaned above, pushing her further onto the mattress. Their lips met as he moved her form into the middle of the bed, allowing both of them to lay down. He kissed her over and over, switching sides and doing it again. He had a taste of her, and he could get enough. He wondered if this was something he could become addicted to, her lips and her warmth. Small hands slid through his hair, and down his back. Pausing, he looked down at her. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, cheeks tinged pink, and her lips plump from all the kisses. She tugged him closer, lips intermingling again, and for god knows how long. He couldn’t stop kissing her. Everything about this moment was perfect. His hand moved along her stomach, feeling the muscle twitch beneath her shirt. His jaw worked double time as he kissed her, then his hand slipped under her shirt. His fingers ghosted over her side making her giggle, squirming away from him. Oliver smiled pushing his head against hers. “Sorry.” He whispered, kissing her cheek, then jaw. Slow kisses trailed down her neck stopping below the ear. He nipped at the skin, smoothing it with a warm kiss before moving lower. He sprinkled light kisses down to her collarbone. His hand moved under the thin cloth and he wondered if she would let him try something more. His teeth grazed the junction of her neck and shoulder. “May I?” His hand moved up towards her breast, pausing below, swirling his the pad of his finger on her rib cage. “Of course.” She sounded just as nervous as him. This soothed him somehow, but only for a moment as his hand encased her unclad breast. He continued kissing the column of her neck, kneading her breast in his hand. Gently, his thumb slid over the pert nub. He pressed a kiss below her jaw, then swiped his thumb again. Her breath hitched, kissing her cheek. His thumb focused on the nipple, rubbing circles over it as he pressed his lips firmly to hers again. Lips moving in sync, a moan escaped her through a crack in their kiss. Oliver’s face grew hot at the thought of eliciting that sound from her. He wondered if she understood his feelings yet. He knew he’d spend an eternity proving it to her if that’s what she desired. His thumb paused, holding her breast in his hand, he lifted his lips above hers. “I love you.” His confession shocked even him. The words seemed so simple to say, yet the repercussions made him nervous. What if she didn’t feel the sam- “I love you too, Oliver.” Time stopped as they stared at each other. He wondered if the intensity in her eyes matched his. He looked down at her, soaking in the moment and burned it into his memory. “Have I proven it to you yet?” He removed his hand, feeling awkward, but rested his palm on her ribs. She laughed, wrapping her hands around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “If you want to leave you can. I believe you. But,”- She pulled back and looked at him in the eye. -”If you want to keep proving it, I give you permission to not stop.” His mind went blank. She kissed him as he blinked in a daze. Mulling over her words over and over, he tried to make sure he understood. He returned the kiss with newfound intensity and pulled back, puffing air over her face. “You want me?” Why couldn’t he ask plainly? He searched his mind for something proper to say. To make sure this situation was not misunderstood. Her hands cupped his cheeks, watching the inner struggle behind his eyes. “If you love me, you can prove it to me. I’m saying…” He watched a hot blush form over cheeks as she struggled to speak. “…Make love to me.” He froze, his whole body heated through. He became hyper-aware of how his body pressed against hers. His hips between her parted legs, pressing his erection against her core. “I love you,” He said it again, emphasizing his words. “I know, show me.” He thought the kisses were passionate before now. Yet, the unbridled lust they now shared rivaled all prior engagements. He pulled her up enough from the bed, then flung her shirt up and off her body. Her breasts were now exposed to him, setting her back onto the bed he kissed the dip in her collarbone in the middle. His next kiss moved between her breast, and the third captured her nipple. His tongue swirled over the nub, lightly sucking between licks. Her breath grew ragged, and her chest rose quicker than before. He moved his hand to cup her free breast, teasing the nub with this fingers. Tonight, he would give her all the pleasure he could manage, proving to her how much he cared. He couldn’t believe the turn of events, how bold she was. He knew she was bold, that’s what drew him to her in the first place. However, now he knew that extended to the place far beyond stating her mind in a crowded room. She had her eyes squeezed shut and head pressed firmly back on the mattress as she panted under his touch. Oliver’s hand slid down her stomach, as he dared to know her more intimately. Moving back up to kiss her, his tongue slipped into her mouth eagerly. Met with equal passion, they mapped one another’s mouth in a desperate fashion. His hand found the band of her pants, smoothing the fabric timidly before he continued. He chastised himself for being scared. He finally moved with the encouragement of her hip pressing upwards. His palm cupped her clothed sex, pushing earnestly against where he hoped her clit would be. It was hard to tell though such thick fabric, but her moan tipped him off of the precise spot. He pushed her core again, kissing her hard, swallowing her moans. The sounds she made gave him the confidence to continue, shooting his own desire through the roof. Her hips started to jerk against his heavy petting. Rubbing his palm over her core, he moved his mouth to her breast again. Capturing a nipple between his lips on his way down, he kissed the underside of her breasts. He kissed her stomach, nipping at the hip bone when he arrived. Situating himself to the side of her, he hooked his hands onto the band of her pants, tugging gently. She lifted her hips in compliance, allowing Oliver to pull the loungewear off. Tossing the panties she already soaked through as well. She lay naked in front of him, warm from her desire and dazed by lust. He parted her legs, moving his head between her thighs. Their eyes met in the moment before his tongue lapped at her slit. With a long sigh, she clutched the sheets around her, bringing her hips closer to his face. Oliver pushed her legs apart further, revealing her slick core to him. His tongue traced the folds, scraping his teeth over her sex, nearing her clit. His lips circled over the bundle of nerves licking gently. Her moans were indecent as he sucked the nub. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her. Oliver used his tongue to lap at her arousal, moving down to her entrance. Tasting how turned on she was by him, filled him with a sense of unparalleled pride. He pushed past it, licking the entirety of her pussy before settling back onto her clit. His hand that was holding her thigh open, moved down towards her slick hole. Pressing two fingers in, he slowly filled her. His name, a strangled version of it, fell from her lips at his ministrations. The pads of his fingers slid over the spongy patch, eliciting louder whimpers from her. He began sucking hard on her clit, lapping when he could with his tongue. “I’m close.” She tugged his hair hard, bucking her hips into him. Close? He hadn’t even thought of the implications of his actions. Instead, wished to do this to her even without the reward of her release. Oliver didn’t let up, fucking her with his fingers and licking her clit with a firm tongue. It didn’t take long, she was closer than he anticipated. Her pussy throbbed around his hand as she cried out into the room. Unabashedly screaming his name as she came. He sucked on her swollen clit until her walls ceased their movements. The pleasure that washed over her, left her a writhing mess. He didn’t want to stop tasting her, but she tugged his arms up toward her face. He crawled up the bed, meeting her lips in an amorous kiss. She bit his lip, causing his eyes to widen. “Take this off.” She tugged at the buttons on his shirt. He helped, pulling the shirt over his head when enough buttons were released. He tossed it to the side, joining her shirt on the ground. Her hand encased the bulge in his pants and he froze. Holding his breath to keep in any sounds she might elicit, he realized at that moment how hard he actually was. His hands went to his belt, whipping it off in a flash. She helped unbutton his pants, sliding the zipper down. He slipped off the bed and pulled the trousers down along with his undergarments. She moved swiftly to the edge of the bed, sitting up on her knees to meet him in a kiss. Oliver grabbed her sides, lifting her up to lay back against the bed. His cock prodded her entrance, but he waited. Kissing her firmly into the mattress, his hands slipped down her to her wrist. He took his other hand capturing her other wrist and brought both up above her head. She sat there doe eye as he exchanged both wrists to one of his hand. He held himself up with his now free hand, keeping both her arms above her head. “Is this okay?” He asked, squeezing her wrists at his question, lips ghosting over hers. “Yes.” With that, he kissed her once again and teased his cock against her pussy. She whimpered for him, and the desire to sink himself into her shot through the roof. Rolling his hips, his member pushed inside of her gradually. His cock stretched her walls, while he took shallow thrusts. He couldn’t hold in the sounds of desire the slipped from his lips. Instead, he continued to kiss her deeply, hoping that would silence him. Her arms jerked against his hands, forgetting they were being held there. Oliver pushed down harder on her wrists, fucking her faster. Her body took him easier now, allowing him to boundlessly thrust into her. He didn’t want to hurt her so he eased up on her hands, still holding them out of the way. He broke the kiss fucking her slow and deep, their moans began to mix and Oliver no longer cared what he sounded like. “Harder.” She whimpered, staring up at him through heavily lidded eyes. He grit his teeth boring his eyes into hers. “Those are famous last words.” His tone was deep, almost unrecognizable while clouded with passion. “I don’t care, I don’t want you to hold back.” She shot him a daring look that rivaled his own. Oliver smirked, stretching his muscles in his face he hadn’t realized he was straining. He let go of her wrists, pulled out of her and flipped her over to her stomach. She made a gasping sound, but he ignored it. “You asked for this.” He reminded, pulling her ass into the air. With full force, he pushed his cock into her hard, snapping his hips against her ass. Her pussy quivered around his cock as he fucked her roughly from behind. Her moans were more like screams as the moments went on. Oliver did as she asked, ramming her harder and deeper than before. The angle he fucked her at seemed to hit her sweet spot perfectly. Her forehead rested on the bed, her back sloping sensually for him. His hands dug into her hips, fucking her faster, feeling his own release race forward. Her whimpers were so sexy. The way she was able to take him full force like this turned him on even more than he thought possible. “I’m…” She managed, but he knew what she was going to say without going further. “Me too.” He was awfully close, but the thought of getting off at the same time piqued his interest. He pulled her hips back as he snapped forward, fucking her relentlessly. He knew himself to be on the cusp of release but waited so eagerly for her to be just as close. When her pussy tightened around him, he knew she was right there with him on the edge. “Cum with me.” His voice was deep, but commanding. She screamed, arching her back as her walls clamped down on his cock. His dick throbbed as he pumped into her. His hips stuttered with the pleasure that surged through his body. His breaths came out heavy, pumping as best as he could to make sure to ride out her orgasm to completion.

They shared the bliss, both lost in each other.

Her body went limp, and so did his. Laying his head on her back, he sucked in air rapidly. She finally collapsed on the bed, causing him to adjust himself. He pulled out of her, then plopped down in the space beside her. Facing each other, his arms wrapped around her body, holding her close to his chest. As they both came down from their shared high, Oliver whispered in her ear. “I love you so much.” He did, and he hoped he didn’t have to ever stop proving it to her as long as he lived. . . . Thank you, Anon for the detailed prompt Request! Somehow this ran away from me and I made this way longer than any of my other fics! lolol

60 notes Nov 27th, 2018

[alloverroliver-blog]

Female!Oliver x MC “Special For The Evening”

NSFW Explicit; Oliver Knight

F/F

Female AU where Oliver is a woman. No name change.

WC: 1,601

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

I hooked my feet on the bar of the stool below me and leaned in to order dinner from the waiter. Oliver was late, but that was to be expected. She typically worked well into the evening, but always showed up at one point or another.

I pointed at the menu to the evenings special, ordering two of the same. She was never picky and seemed to like when I ordered for her. I pulled out the small novel I was in the middle of and read that as I waited for her arrival.

Not soon after I flipped my first page, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Flopping the book down in my lap without saving my spot, I looked over at the unearthly beauty standing behind me.

“Sorry I’m late”- She took a seat next to me, towering over my form. -”I got caught up with my project.”

She pushed a strand of long dark hair behind her ear, looking at me with deep red stained lips and a cocky smile to boot.

“You’re staring.” She pointed out, taking a sip from my water cup, leaving a lipstick print on the rim.

“I’m allowed to stare at you.” I smiled, scooting closer to her as she settled in. “You’re my girlfriend after all.”

I took my water cup back to my space, just out of her reach, then rested my hand on the bar top and relaxed my chin into my palm.

“Mhm.” Her gray eyes captured mine in a stare that would rival most predators. “Did you order?” She broke eye contact, waving the bartender over to us.

“Yeah, I ordered two specials.” I took a deep breath, then replaced my book back into my bag.

Oliver ordered her usual whiskey on the rocks, then cut her eyes to me. With a quick smile, she ordered me a fruity cocktail with extra garnish. I almost wished she would stop ordering extra garnish, but I did love munching on the large slices of pineapple…

My feet dangled off the bar stool as we sat chatting until our food arrived. She was able to place her feet directly on the ground, leaning towards me in a flirty manner.

At one point our hands came together, linking our fingers in her lap as we droned on. She told me about her project and I told her of my day at the barracks.

The date seemed fairly normal until our dinner plates arrived.

“Fried Oysters? I’ve never seen them serve this here before.” Oliver’s nose scrunched up at the leaflet menu.

“That’s probably why it’s a special.” I pointed out, hooking my leg around hers. “They want to roll out a new menu item, but they have to test the waters first.”

“You’re probably right.” Flopping down the tiny menu, she plucked up her fork and stabbed the seafood.

“You know,” she began, waving her fork around slowly before bringing it to her lips. “Oysters are an aphrodisiac” Her lips wrapped around the fork as she popped the utensil clean out from between her lips.

“Huh…” I turned my head to hide my face and picked up my own fork.

She chewed slowly still watching me scrambled to puncture one of the fried delicacies. Such a simple gesture made me flustered so easily, I couldn’t believe I was already blushing.

It was no secret what would happen in the carriage on the way back to our respective homes. She couldn’t stay the night due to work, and I couldn’t sleep over for the same reason. Our weekly date always ended in some state of undress in the back of that damn carriage.

The poor drivers never knew how to announce we had arrived at our destination without becoming a bumbling mess. Oliver nor I cared anymore, after so many months of dating we grew used to the semi-known make out sessions.

After finishing our meal, the plates were taken away, and we were left with finishing up our beverages. Her hand rested on my knee as her thumb rubbed circles over the skin.

Our chat became less vocal and more physical when my hand also held onto her knee. Not to be shone up, I slid my fingers teasingly up her skirt and caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Her eyes narrowed in on me, daring me to move further and suffer the consequences. My fingers brushed her skin, moving slowly up, hidden by the edge of the table top and the dimness in this corner of the pub.

I used three fingers, I tapped them one at a time in a rhythm. Absentmindedly or not, her leg slid open further, allowing me to move the tips of my finger closer to brush up against her panties.

“Maybe they were a catalyst after all.” Her head moved closer to mine, breathing gently over my face.

“What was.” I slid one finger up and down over the panties, thought the center of her core.

Her breath faltered when I found her bundle of nerves and focused my efforts.

“The oysters.” She held her breath, moving her eyes down to my lips.

I bit the bottom lip teasingly, scooting as close as I could until my thigh was pressed against hers.

“I think it’s just you, and how classically beautiful you look in the red lipstick and flirty skirt.” I knew she was letting me steer the situation before she ultimately took back the control.

Her clit began to swell under my constant stimulation, heating her core.

“What about you? You never wear such a low cut shirt, yet here you are, practically begging for me to put my mouth on you.” How she could form a coherent sentence at this stage of arousal was beyond me.

I slipped my finger pasted the edge of her panties, narrowly dipping into her soaked core before she pulled back abruptly. The elastic snapped as she closed her legs, causing me to pull my hand back and rest it on top of her thigh.

Her hand then glided up my leg gently, pushing firmly on my bare thighs.

“Don’t be shy.” She smirked, tapping my leg with her finger.

My lips came together in a thin line before I decided to spread my legs for her. I moved just enough for her pointing finger to make it all the way to my wet panties.

“Good girl.” She praised, rubbing the outside of my wet panties with two fingers. “I see” She responded to the state of my arousal, then continued.

I didn’t know how she took my prodding so well, I hadn’t even had her fingers on me for more than a minute before I was squirming in my seat.

“They’re going to start the live band soon,” Oliver spoke, sounding far away through my lust filled haze.

She focused on my clit on the outside of my panties only for a moment before pushing the fabric to the side and plunging into my gushing hole.

Somehow, we moaned at the same time. My breast pushed up against her arm that was in front of me, while the tips of her two fingers rubbed my most sensitive zone.

The band did a mic check while Oliver picked up the pace, plunging all the way to her knuckles before moving back out. I held in my moans as best as I could, but there was only so much pleasure I could take before I burst.

She stopped pumping and instead, circled the tips of her fingers over the spongy patch just inside. The whimper I let out was overpowered by the musicians starting their first song.

Oliver kept her eyes on me, watching the desperate eyes I made to her in the wake of the pleasure she bestowed on me. The band kicked it up a notched and the lights went dark.

“You can sing for me now.” Oliver joked, easily adding a third finger inside my cunt.

I relaxed, letting my moans overtake me as I rested my head in my hand on the table. My back curved as the coil tighten inside of me. I couldn’t hold back any longer and Oliver knew that. She used her thumb to circle over my clit and I was done for.

My outcry was drowned out by the music as my cunt pulsed around her fingers.

“There we go…” She pumped in and out of me, pulling her fingers apart to stretch my pussy out.

I felt my essence drip onto the chair below, my skit being hiked up enough around my legs for it to do so. My body shook and my legs threatened to close while the pleasure coursed through. I squeezed down on her hand, ebbing out more pleasure as my body reeled

“Okay” I stated weakly, letting her know I was in overstimulation territory.

Oliver respectfully obliged and pulled her digits out of my wet hole. My essence coated her fingers as the brought them to her lips, sucking lightly at them.

I watched as she licked my arousal off of her before I blew out all the air from my lungs and leaned on her shoulder.

“Ready to leave? Or did you want to stay for this band?” She asked as she rubbed my back with her other hand.

“I want to get somewhere private.” I smiled up at her.

“Oh?” Her brows furrowed inquisitively.

“You got to taste me, it’s my turn to taste you.”

Her features hardened at my words. I could feel the lust radiating off of her as she helped me stand.

“You’re right. This band does suck.”

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Thank you @ikemensengokufangirl for a fem Oliver prompt!!!! GAH I love all versions of Oliver <3

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30 notes Nov 19th, 2018

[alloverroliver-blog]

Oliver x MC “This Is More Fun”

NSFW Explicit; Oliver Knight

WC: 1,482

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

His brows seemed to be permanently furrowed since she walked into his garage. They hadn’t been dating for too long yet, but Oliver already gave her permission to enter his workroom at will. However, this didn’t mean he wanted her in there all the time, there was definitely some dangerous stuff he didn’t want her near.

Still, she entered nonchalantly, quietly walking towards the concentrated man that had yet to see her come in. The massive amount of tiny objects on his desk she saw as she neared, told her he was busy building a gun from scratch.

This was time-consuming work, but Oliver got paid the most for it. His jacket and hat were forsaken somewhere in the workspace, leaving him in a white button up with the sleeves pushed up to his elbow.

His shoulders were stiff as she stepped behind him quietly. Watching over his shoulder at the intricate mesh he carefully designed. Oliver let out a long sigh when a particular piece was successfully installed in the makeshift web.

“You better be in here for a good reason.” Oliver placed the industrial tweezers down, then twisted in his seat.

His sly eyes locked with hers in a daring stare.

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t overworking yourself. That seems very delicate.” She pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and smiled at her boyfriend.

“Unfortunately, this whole job is basically me overworking myself. I’m used to it. You’ll see… in time.” Oliver dropped his gaze from her, moving back around to his workbench. “You should get home, it’s late.”

“Nah.” She answered, pushing her hand out in front of her, swatting the air.

They had dinner together earlier, and she said to talk to Blanc for a while so Oliver could get started on his project. However, now she wanted some of his attention before departing.

“Nah?” Oliver turned and watched her saunter away from him.

She made sure to pull her skirt up an inch higher than she normally wore it before she entered the room, just to get the idea into his head.

“That’s what I said.” She joked, sitting on the desk chair at the far end of the walkway.

Oliver narrowed his eyes, watching her skirt ride up as she crossed her legs. She stretched her arms up for good measure, pushing her chest out as she did.

“As long as you don’t bother me, you can stay.” He turned back to his workstation, plucking the tweezers back up.

She didn’t answer, instead, she let out a sigh as she stood again. Walking down one of the isles of junk, she eyed some truly unique items. Some sparkled in the light, others looked like pieces of an alien spacecraft.

“What does this do?” She picked up, what resembles a tiny vessel, and showed it to him.

He glanced over at her, then turned back with a shake of his head.

Was that a smirk?

“It makes pretty girls be quiet.” He stated curtly.

Shrugging she replaced the vessel, into its place gently. Another few steps and a small pair of glasses came into view, looking like something Blanc would wear.

“Did you try to mod Blanc’s glasses? Are they magic or something” She laughed, putting the frames the front of her eyes.

Oliver gave her a side eye, adjusting his body in the chair.

“Yeah, they’re magic. They give you perfect vision if you wear them.” His lips lifted in a brief smirk as she put them on.

“Everything just looks blurry to me..” She pulled them back off, shaking her head.

“It only works if you have Blanc’s exact prescription.” He allowed a real smile to touch his lips as he continued to work.

“So they’re just plain ol’ glasses.” She rolled her eyes, tossing them back to the stacks.

“He probably lost them in here ages ago and ended up buying new ones.” He reasoned.

Walking back over to Oliver, she slid her hand over his back. Her hands wrapped around his neck from behind as she planted a kiss on his head.

“So what are you doing here?” She asked a question she already knew the answer to.  

Her head rested to the side of his and he paused.

“I’m making a gun with a hypnotic effect.” His voice was quieter than before. “That I can’t finish on time if you stay in here like you are.” he turned in his chair, standing to his feet.

Her hands broke from around him as she stepped back.

“C’mon! Time for you to go home.” He gestured for the door, hoping she would walk towards it.

“Nah.” She smiled, touching his bare forearm with her fingertips.

“You can’t just say ‘nah’ and stay in here and distract me. I have work to do-” His words were cut off by her lips.

She neared him as he spoke and pressed up on her toes to capture him in a surprise kiss. Oliver stood still, not reciprocating the kiss in his stunned state. Her hand slid over the buttons of his shirt undoing the top one as her tongue begged for entrance into his mouth.

He snapped out of his haze, he put both hands on her sides and picked her up. He spun around, pushing his lips back into her with intensity. Their tongues met each other at the same time as they mapped the corners of each others mouth.

Oliver walked her back towards the empty side of the work surface, running his hands over her back and ass as he did. His fingers slipped under her skirt for a moment, then ran up the front of her chest.

Her hands wandered over his body briskly, yet once she met his bulge, she gently cupped it in her hand massaging gently. With a stifled moan, Oliver picked her up, setting her on the desk. Her hand stopped as he lifted her skirt, sliding his fingers over her thighs.

“Oliver.,” she whispered gently into his kiss.

He pushed her legs apart and pressed his hips between her thighs, rubbing against her core. Grinding on her, his kisses became more intense with every thrust.

“If you say my name like that, I’ll never get anything done.” He held one arm on her back and pushed her other leg open further.

Gliding over her skin, he kissed her deeply while the tips of his fingers trailed the line of her panties. With a push, his pointing finger dipped under the cloth and smoothed over the wetness between her folds.

In her state of arousal, Oliver could tell she had been fantasizing for a while now.

“What do you want me to do?” He pushed the panties aside.

“Finger me.” She didn’t pause before answering, holding his neck tightly.

Two of his nimble fingers slid into her hole slowly, pushing against the spongy zone immediately.

“And…” She let out a sigh, moving her hands to her blouse to unbutton the top.

She exposed her chest to him, pushing her bra down, out of the way.

“Use your mouth” Pushing out her chest, she hoped he would understand.

Oliver bend at the waist, fingering her slowly while he trailed kisses down her neck towards her chest. His tongue traced the outline of her nipple, then he blew his breath over the wet spot, sending a patch of chilled bumps up to her neck.

“Use your tongue.” She spoke urgently, losing herself to his magic fingers.

“Here?” He licked over her pert nipple generously.

“Yes, Oh my- You’re perfect..” Her moans filled the room while he pleasured her on his table.

Her body responded to his touch more and more as he added pressure to her sensitive zones. Using his thumb, he circled her clit. Watching her come undone due to his simple actions blew up his ego to the maximum.

“I’m really close… I’m gonna cum..” Her desire dripped onto the table below her as his hands sped up at her urgent words.

“So quickly?” He teased as his confidence soared.

She grew quiet, almost holding her breath while he still finger fucked her, and lapped at her nipple. Oliver lightly bit the pert nub with his teeth, throwing her over the edge in an instant. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers as his thumb rubbed the bundle of nerves.

“Say my name.” He requested, gently.

“O-Oliver! ah…ha Oliver” She tried her best, moaning his name between waves of pleasure that racked her body.

He kept up his ministrations, determined to ride out her orgasm to completion. This was definitely better than making that damn gun, and it was sure as hell a lot less stressful.

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Thank you, Anon for the request!!!!!

An Oliver fan, I dig it! XD

38 notes Nov 15th, 2018

[alloverroliver-blog]

Oliver x MC “Forever And A Day”

NSFW Explicit   Oliver Knight

>First time together.

Word Count: 2000

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Breaking past his multitude of barriers was one thing, but getting to the core of what makes him tick was another. We spent countless hours together helping each other with life and death dilemmas never really crossing the proverbial line.

We were both lovesick and deeply infatuated with one another yet our virtues remained intact. Whether it is fear of rejection or was he was repulsed by the thought of what it would be like to wake up in my arms, half the man he actually is.

I never asked, yet I wished I had. He had kissed me so deeply but left before he could get comfortable, night after night. I always offered him to stay, but he refused.

Then one day it finally happened, the day the last remaining roadblock was gone. Oliver was cured. His form remained as a man throughout the day as he wore his unused smiled proudly in the sunlight.

He held my hand during the afternoon sun, no longer worried about what people would say about us. Even when the night came, no transformation materialized. It was real, and it was finally happening.

Oliver stayed.

Into the night we bore it all for each other, never wanting to hold back. I needed to be as close to him as possible, to show him how much I truly loved him.

His arm wrapped around mine, holding me close to him as we lay on the soft sheets. Facing each other, our lips met, moving in sync together. We were used to this amount of intimacy and found comfort in the others embrace.

I wrapped my arms around his neck holding him close, delving my tongue deeper into his mouth. He returned the gesture with fervor. My heart skipped when he broke the steamy kiss.

His gunmetal eyes bore into mine as he found the words to speak.

“I want you.” desperation glittered over his face.

I pulled him in, swinging my leg over top his body and crashing my lips against his.

“I want you too” I spoke greedily into the kiss.

At my confession, his hands were on me. Touching every place they craved to be. Our positions adjusted as I sat on top of him while he lay on his back. His hand moved over my ass, up my torso and tangled in my hair.

My curls were tossed around as his hand smoothed through them. His lips claimed mine over and over with new found desire. He twisted me to the side of him, tugging the ends of my shirt up. I sat up, holding my hands above my head.

He tossed it, cupping my chest immediately. I moved my hands to the back, snapping open the clasp that held my bra to me. In the kiss he hadn’t realized what I’d done until I pulled the lingerie off, exposing my bare chest to him.

A low rumble sound came from deep in his throat, pouncing on me, he pushed me to my back on the comforter. His hair tickled my face as short breaths puffed out of him.

He forced himself to be gentle, gliding his hand over my bare breast. I felt his hand tremble as he grasped the swell fully, kneading it in his palm. The demanding lips left my mouth and moved towards my neck.

A soft gasp fell from my lips when the pad of his finger focused on my nipple. He stilled, then did the motion again. I sighed at the pleasure and pushed my head back against the bed.

He kept going, moving in different directions and pinching the nub lightly. All of these motions work me up into a frenzy. Oliver’s lips kissed the valley of my neck, then nipped lightly at my ear.

He stilled for another gasp from me, then repeated his prior movement. Moving his hand over to my opposing nipple, he ran his thumb over the nub while kissing my neck. It became apparent to me that Oliver was trying to learn exactly what I liked, and how I liked it.

He didn’t treat me like a toy like he previously called me, it was more of a delicate job he decided to handle with the utmost care. I breathed in the scent of his hair that held just a touch of his lingering cologne and imprinted it into my mind.

I tugged at his shirt, frantically opening the buttons. Oliver stilled, allowing me to finish my task, then helped me push the shirt over his shoulders and off his body. The muscles in his chest were toned, yet smooth. I ran my hand down his torso, memorizing the lines and curves of his body.

His lips then met my neck, finding every sensitive spot and kissing it twice. Moving down, he began using his tongue when my breathy moan was particularly loud. Soon his lips met the swell of my breast, kissing and kneading with his hand.

He focused his tongue over my nipple and I gasped louder than before. With a determined look, his tongue and lips worked over the nub double time, leaving me wanting so much more from his mouth.

His hand trailed down my torso as his lips moved up to meet mine again. Our tongues danced together in sync as I desperately brought him closer. Nimble fingers dipped under my waistband and slid into the thin cloth of my panties.

My heart slammed against my rib cage while his fingers dipped over the curves of my core, touching me with a gentle caress. I helped slide my legs apart causing me to blush harder than before, but the sensations he gave me were worth the momentary embarrassment.

The tips of his fingers moved my essence around, as they explored the areas that made me react the most. Suddenly, he removed his hand and sat back on his knees. I blinked in confusion, then watched him yank the skirt below my thighs.

I pushed up my hips and watched the piece of clothing flutter to the ground. He was parallel to my hips, in full view of me. Oliver hooked his fingers over my underwear and pulled them down my thighs slowly. His eyes focused on my sex as he removed the last shred of decency I had.

A fresh blush dusted his cheeks, pausing the cloth at my ankles. His lust filled gaze then met my eyes.

“Are you sure?” He spoke in a low voice.

I could hear him physically holding back any kind of witty comment he wanted to make, and listened for my answer.

“Of course I’m sure,” I spoke as my lashes fanned my cheeks as I parted my swollen lips into a small smile.

Oliver playfully scoffed, pushing my legs apart and adjusting his body between them.

“Don’t play coy with me. I already know how badly your body wants me.” His eyes darkened, holding my leg up off the bed as he kissed my inner thigh.

“I’ve wanted you longer than I’d like to admit,” I spoke in a hushed tone, trying to focus on his lips brushing over my skin.

His breath hitched at my confession, zoning his vision in on me.

“How long?” He moved his lips up my leg, holding it higher in the air.

“… I told you… Longer than I’d like to admit…” His kisses sent a wash of carnal need over me.

He seemed to pause the closer he got to my core. He set my leg down as he brought his head towards my pussy.

“I wanted you longer. You were so infuriating. Always flirting with me, always looking gorgeous. Couldn’t you have given me a break every once in a while?” His voice was softer than what I was used to, yet it still caused me to crack a smile.

“Mmm, no.” I joked, smirking up at the ceiling.

He kissed the mound of my cunt, just above every sensitive place I wanted him to be. I adjusted my hips with the second kiss to the spot between my thigh.

His tongue slid down my slit, causing me to bite my lip. His large hands held my thighs and pulled me apart further. My heart beat so loud in my ears, I was incapable of hearing anything else.

The tip of his tongue met my clit tentatively. I arched back with a breathy moan inciting him to continue. He licked me again slowly, watching my body react to his ministrations.

He seemed to be addicted to how I could make me feel. Another lap at my clit, then he brought his finger up, sliding over my untouched core. Oliver’s tongue began to speed up while his pointing finger slid into my entrance.

“Ahh-” I clenched around his finger. “Keep going,” I asked breathlessly.

His whole jaw moved with the long swipe of his tongue over my bundle of nerves. His finger pushed up, running over my sensitive patch. The dual pleasures sent tingles through my body.

“I like it when you give me direction.” He lifted his mouth just enough to speak.

My body rocked when he licked me again, over and over. I bit my lip to find the courage to speak.

“… add another finger, please.”

He didn’t hesitate and pushed a second finger inside of me. Heavy moans were unstoppable as they escaped me. With my reward, the courage to speak up became easier.

“Scissor them.” My hands grasped the sheets around me in anticipation.

Oliver obliged, spreading them as he fingered me. I felt as If I were on the brink of an out of body experience. All this pleasure, and it was coming from the man I wanted it the most from.

It aroused me more, knowing it was Oliver that brought me so much bliss. He continued pulling moan after moan from me until I was a writhing mess before him.

“Close” feeling the warmth fill me up, I warned him of my imminent release.

Oliver added a third finger, stretching me further. His tongue circled around my clit double time. I closed in on the edge of the cliff, teetering on the side, feeling his tongue for just a few more seconds.

I couldn’t hold it anymore, my body flung itself over the cusp, free falling in the pleasure. I called out his name as I moaned, arching my back off the bed. He held fast to my body, making sure he didn’t let up for one second.

My body pulsed, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My mind went blank as my toes curled in the midst of my peak. His tongue did so much to keep me cuming, forcing more pleasure to take hold of me.

All too soon, the last waves washed through me slowly as I came down from my high. I pushed on his head weakly, signaling for him to stop. He whipped his mouth dry on my inner thigh.

Oliver began kissing up my abdomen, but I pushed him to the side and flipped him onto his back. I yanked at his belt buckle, leaning down to kiss his solid stomach as I undid the nuisance.

I want to know him, just as well as he was growing to know me. Showing him with my actions and my body. I was determined to show him how much I truly loved him.

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Thank you, Anon for the request!

>And to the second party for a prompt for this!

I’m always surprised when I see Oliver requests in my ask box because I didn’t think he was that popular lol. BUT I am more than happy to fill the requests for him cuz he is, in fact, my bae

40 notes Oct 23rd, 2018

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Oliver x MC “I Dare You To Keep Going”

SMUT Rated E- A!Oliver Knight

Dom!Oliver     WC: 3,598

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Oliver and I enjoyed each other’s company as we sat in the large dining room, eating dinner together.

He had been overworking himself again, and by the time I got him out of the garage, dinner was almost cold. After sitting there for a while, his shoulders relaxed as he enjoyed his much-needed break.

Once we finished eating, we put the dishes away and finished the pot of tea with a small dessert.

I was happy to distract him for a bit before he tried to push himself to work through the night.

Knocking back the rest of his black tea, he pushed his cup away. Smiling, I picked up the teapot and filled his cup back up.

I wore a smug look as I offered it to him. Side-eyeing me, he took it from my hand and sipped it delicately.

“I see what you’re trying to do.” He raised a brow at me while setting the cup down.

“Whatever do you mean?” I pitched my voice higher, fabricating an innocent look.

“You know I have lots of work left to do.” Gray eyes bore into me while he gulped down the warm liquid.

“But we’re having a good time, why ruin it?” I sipped the rest if my tea.

“What am I to do when the order isn’t ready in time?” He quizzed me.

Leaning toward me, his aura became intimidating. I pushed my lips together and looked off to the side.

“Um, tell them to wait,” I smirked.

I knew that wasn’t a good answer, but he seemed to be in a mostly playful mood so I went with it.

“And risk not getting paid?” He tisked, hooking his finger under my chin.

Oliver tilted my head up, bringing my gaze to him. Devilish eyes challenged my own.

His proximity started my heart, as the lingering scent of his cologne wafted over me.

His nose brushed mine, and I caught a brief smirk appearing on his face.

“Why are you being such a brat tonight?” He teased.

“Mmm,” I couldn’t say.

My words were stuck in my throat, thwarting my confession. Oliver’s lips skimmed my cheek, meeting my ear.

“You know,” he whispered just loud enough for me to hear. “When you start acting like that, it makes want to show you that I’m the one in charge.” My heart, that had already been pounding, now seemed of beat out of my chest. Tugging at the collar of my shirt, I licked my lips. I tried to respond, but a small giggle spilled out when I tried to speak. Oliver smiled knowingly at the effect he had on me. After being together for a while, he learned the intricacies of everything that made me tick. He was obsessed with it initially. He learned the exact spots I liked to be kissed and touched. All the way down to how much pressure to apply to a particular area to become undoing. “I could leave anytime.” His lips brushed the shell of my ear making me sigh. “…but instead you’re staying.” I tried to sound triumphant, but the small whisper that slipped out showed how much he captivated me. Oliver shifted away as his hand dropped from my chin, but I grabbed for his jacket and kept him close. His smile was devious. “Sometimes I think you act out like that on purpose.” His lips moved to my neck. “It’s almost like you want to be chastised.” He kissed my pulse. He liked to tease me, showing me that he knew exactly what he was doing. My heart pounded under his lips, giving away my carnal appetite. He kissed my jaw, the corner of my mouth, and then hovered over my lips. “If you don’t stop me right now, then I’ll assume you want to be punished.” He kissed my lips feather light, and then looked at me through hooded eyes. I took in a deep breath through my nose and exhaled out of my mouth. I didn’t dare speak a word. He paused and then kissed my lips again moving his hand to the back of my head. “Do you know what your silence is asking of me?” His face hardened as his tone of voice deepened. I nodded my head and let go of his jacket finally. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. His demeanor was intense,  as he asserted himself over me. Our lips crashed together, causing heat to sweep through my entire body. His hand on the back of my head tangled in my hair. His long arm wrapped around my back anchoring under my arms. Suddenly, Oliver pulled me into his lap. I hummed in surprised at the swift movement Our lips remained lock while he adjusted me over his legs. Our lips moved in sync, as I hugged him tighter to me. Oliver’s tongue ran along the seam of my mouth seeking entrance, but I didn’t open. The less submissive I was, the more he would try to make me submit. Tonight, I wanted nothing more than for my boyfriend to break me. He grumbled at my defiance. Oliver’s fingers that were already tangled in my hair, yanked downwards. I gasped, and with the parting of my lips, he slid his tongue in brazenly. Exploring my mouth, he continued to tug lightly on my hair. I slid my hand over his shoulders and shifted closer to him. My core pushed against his apparent arousal. Oliver’s free hand moved over my blouse, resting over my breast. I sighed when he squeezed the peak, igniting my lust. He tugged my hair once more, forcing me to look up at the ceiling. Breaking the kiss, his warm lips moved to the curve of my neck. He let his grip go, allowing my head to hang back languidly. I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations his kisses left. He covered the entire column of my neck with warm and gentle pecks. His lips moved back up, and Oliver’s tongue traced a small circle right under the sensitive skin of my ear. Tingles shot down my spine as I sighed, feeling every movement. Suddenly, a heat enveloped the same zone. I blinked in confusion before I realized his teeth had sunken into me. Oliver bit down hard on my neck, sucking the flesh harshly. My skin went numb before the pain registered. I gasped loudly, pulling his body closer to mine. A new desire flared up in me. The pain fed my arousal, allowing it to grow and spread throughout my body. My cheeks were inflamed while the heat pooled between my legs. It was too much, yet not enough at the same time. The hand over my breast began to knead roughly, eliciting a low grumbling moan from me. He pulled away from my neck, admiring his work. My body pulsed in delight at the lingering sensation. Oliver dropped his hand away from my hair and caressed my back. His fingers traced the folds in the fabric while he nibbled at my neck lightly. Soon, his deft fingers landed on the clasp of my dress. He captured my lips in a tenderly passionate kiss as he slowly slid the zipper down my back. His free hand held onto my leg, while he rubbed his thumb in circles over my thigh. Soon, Oliver’s soft touches and delicate kisses set a new tone. Gently, he held me to him as he worked my body over with his touch. The fabric of my dress now hung loosely off my shoulders, and Oliver’s hands tenderly slid over my newly exposed skin. His movements ceased for a moment, and my boyfriend leaned back into the chair. “Take it off for me.” his tone dripped with debonair. He removed his hands from my body and waited. I ran my hands over my arms for a moment and slid off his lap. My heartbeat was loud in my ears while I found my footing. Oliver’s quiet,  sensual gaze held my own while I pushed the sleeves of my dress down. He watched intently as the cloth slipped off my body, and onto a pile on the floor. I was left in my undergarments while stepping towards him. “Everything.” the sides of his eyes crinkled as he held back a smile. I knew I could protest at any point. As much fun as this was, Oliver was always understanding when things felt like they could go too far. I could already feel how wet I was as I began to pull my panties down to the floor. My stomach was in my throat as I unclasped my bra from behind. With a light thud of the garment hitting the floor,I was fully stripped. Oliver sighed as he raked his eyes over my form. His hands clenched momentarily. Then he held his hand out and brought me closer to him. He kissed me lovingly, enrapturing my entire being with just one touch. “You are the most exquisite creature I have ever laid eyes on.” His romantic words brought an extra layer of blush to my face. “Now, bend yourself over the table.” His voice dropped. My eyes grew wide at his demand. I blinked at him, trying to register his change in demeanor. My whole body felt like it was on fire when I turned towards the dining table. My ears were impossibly hot, and I touch them absently.

My feet slipped over the tile floor and the flared desire brought a ringing to my ears. I bent face down onto the table, feeling the cool wood on my burning skin. Pressing my cheek down to the flat surface, I waited for Oliver’s next move. “Stay like that, if you would,” He asked as his voice dropped seductively. He walked around behind me, the click of his shoes on the floor keyed me into exactly where he was. The sound of his discarded jacket came from behind me, then the lighter flutter of his shirt.

Oliver neared me, stopping just short of touching my body.

“Arms up, and I want you to say completely still for me.” He ordered.

I moved my arms above my head on the table, dragging them across the cloth runner that decorated the center zone.

“Hmm” a large hand ran over the slope of my back. “You’re such a good girl.”

The heat in his words stirred the butterflies in my stomach. Oliver was silent, running his hand over my body languidly.

The sound of the clock on the wall ticking became louder and louder in the silence began to drone on. Before I could run out of patience, he kicked my ankles apart.

“Much better.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

My body was in full view for him as I lay in the most uncompromising position, like a plaything.

He squeezed my ass cheek hard, then his hand disappeared. I relaxed into the table momentarily, then resounding smack sounded.

When the force of his hand hit my ass, my body reared forward. I gasped at the stinging sensation and pushed my body back towards him unconsciously.

His sigh of approval filled me with delight. My hands found the cloth table runner, and I held it tight.

His hand came down on me again, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that overcame me. The sin of the situation filled me with bubbling pleasure.

Oliver ran his hand gently over the angry skin, soothing it. After a moment, his pointing finger ran up the middle of my spine towards my head.

As he leaned forward, his core pressed against my body. I wiggled my hips over his groin to award him some pleasure.

He stopped when his finger intertwined in my hair.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay still?” He spoke curtly, punctuation his statement with a tug of my hair.

I didn’t speak and instead wiggled ever so slightly in defiance. Oliver pushed his erection into my core before moving back again.

SMACK

He spanked me again, and I held the table runner tight.

“Do you want it harder, Sweetheart?” His words taunted me, but I couldn’t lie.

“Yes,” My voice was small.

He remained quiet and I wasn’t sure if he was stunned at my request or waiting to hear more.  

My heart beat in my throat as I began to speak again. “Yes, please spank me harder.”

I held my eyes shut when I heard him shift.

SMACK

Oliver’s hand hit the thickest part of my ass, pushing my body to rock on the table. His breathing was rough as he prepared for another spank.

“Fuck, your ass looks so pretty all pink.”

I wondered if my pale skin took on the shape of his hand were he collided.

Oliver paused, and my curiosity grew. I didn’t move, however, but in time I heard the rest of his clothes land on the chair.

My cunt pulsed at the thought of him naked behind me. It took my whole being not to move. Instead, I peeked through the curtain of my hair and caught a glimpse of his porcelain skin.

I saw his hand come up and the anticipation shot adrenaline through my body.

SMACK

I cried out, writhing over the table. His hand moved over the red skin in hopes to soothe it.

Oliver moved his hand down my ass and slid his finger over my arousal.

“You’re positively dripping, and I’ve done nothing pleasurable to you.” He inquired, sounding mostly curious.

I relaxed at the sensation of his finger up and down my pussy. He prodded my entrance with the tip of his digit, teasing me.

“I’ve been calling you my good girl, but so far you’ve proven yourself to be nothing but naughty.” his voice depend.

My heart stuttered as the pad of his finger circled over my clit. I moaned into the table and my voice echoed off the wood.

“Say my name.” He commanded.

Just then, two fingers pushed inside my cunt, sliding perfectly over the rough patch. I complied, moaning his name as I threw my head back.

Knuckle deep, he spread his fingers as he moved back out.

“Oliver…” I moaned again, feeling his fingers focus on my g-spot.

He added a third finger prematurely, stretching me further. He pushed in slowly, however, making sure my body would take it.

Continuing a slow and steady pace, his other hand ran over the swell of my ass. His cool hand soothed the heated pink skin.

I felt my essence coat his hand as I relaxed into the sold table. My extremities started to tingle, beginning from the tips of my toes. In contrast, a heat began to build inside my core, traveling up my abdomen.

Oliver twisted his fingers slightly, holding them inside and running circles over my most sensitive area.

My body writhed under him, as my leg started to shake. My moan was muffled as my body tensed.

“Looks like you’re close,” he noted, adding slightly more pressure than before.

Gathering any strength to speak I managed “yes..”

My forehead was pressed to the table, while my toes pushed my heels off the floor.

“Too bad.” in one swoop he removed his fingers.

My whole body, relaxed. My shoulders dropped and clenched hands fell open. A protesting moan sounded at the loss of sweet stimulation. I was so close, right on the cusp of release.

He moved his hand over my side, pulling me up. My body already felt boneless, as he twisted me around.

I whimpered when my thighs came together, tantalizing my swollen bundle of nerves. He slowly pushed me further onto the table so my legs were stabilized.

He wrapped one arm around my back and held his hand firm on my head. Pushing me up to look at him, I noticed his naked body leaning just above mine.

His hips were between my thighs, and his head lingered over me just a whisper away. Oliver’s three fingers slid over the seam of my lips, pushing my bottom lip down gently.

In a daze, I opened my mouth for him. He sighed, slipping the very fingers he used to pleasure me moments ago into my mouth.

He ran them lightly over my tongue and I tasted myself on his skin. His eyes were set ablaze with desire while my tongue slid over the digits listlessly.

“Promise me you’ll always remember that you’re mine.” his voice dripped with lust.

My face grew hot as stared into his dark eyes, lightly sucking on the invading fingers to show I was in agreement with him. He adjusted his hips, lining up his body with my own.

“Good, good girl…” barely audible, he whispered near the shell of my ear.

His lips swept over the thin skin behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He continued to kiss my neck while removing his fingers from my mouth and sliding them down my chest.

With a long sigh, Oliver moved his hips up prodding my entrance with his cock. I looked up at the ceiling in a rare moment of clarity.

He was completely absorbed in my being, touching my nipples with deft fingers and kissing my ear. He thrust his hips shallowly, partially entering me, then removing himself.

Continuously, he slowly moved in and out, stretching me gently. His breathing picked up in my ear when he made it past the halfway point.

“It’s okay,” I whispered hoarsely. I swallowed to clear my throat “I want you to take me.”

Oliver slowed, contemplating my words. However, after a  moment he remained still.

“Fuck me hard.” I came out with it.

His body went rigid for a moment before he picked up his head and eyed me. The sexy smirk on his face ingrained itself into my memory.

His eyes lit up as he braced his arms on either side of me. The briefest moment of pure love graced his face as he looked down at me. It was a momentary crack in his shell before he replaced it with raw need.

His arms flexed up, and Oliver smashed his hips into me. His cock fully stretched me and I cried out, yelling his name in the heat of the moment.

He continued to slam into me, causing the table to the creek under us. One hand moved to my hips and pushed me into the speed.

I clawed at his back, scraping my nails over his flawless skin. Screaming and writhing, his dick hit the sensitive zone perfectly.

“Scream louder and I’ll fuck you harder.” his voice rasped.

I yelled out, hoping to lose my voice in the process. Oliver’s hips snapped into my body, pushing the table an inch forward.

I continue to moan his name mixed with screams and affirmations. He fucked me hard into the table, with no inhibition.

The prior heat that set my core ablaze had returned, lapping at my nerve endings threatening to take over. I ran my hand up his back and through his hair, listening to his subtle moans.

My muscles tightened as if a coil inside me were being pulled insanely taught. He rammed into me over and over, bringing me closer to the edge with each stroke.

“Oh god I’m close I’m close” my voice was strained.

Oliver picked up the pace somehow, slamming into me hard. The hand on my hip was grasping me so intensely, his nails dug into me.

I used that slight pain to fuel my pending pleasure. I bit my lip as my vision went white.

My toes curled as the heat blasted through my whole being. Suddenly the coil snapped, and my body writhed against my will. The pleasure washed over me double time, as my cunt pulsed tightly on his cock.

He grits his teeth, keeping up his rough pace but I could tell he was already closed. I yelled his name over and overarching up towards his body. My chest slid against his sensually when I realized his pace began to falter.

He hung his head in the curve of my neck and whispered my name. As the last waves of my orgasm washed over me, Oliver’s began.

His muscles flexed as his dick throbbed inside me. I felt the heated coat my insides as Oliver held my body tight to his.

He idly thrusts into me, ebbing out the last of his pleasure. Soon, both of us lay there atop the table panting in each other’s arms.

Moving his head, he pressed his lips against the raging pulse on my neck. I leaned over and pushed his hair off his damp forehead. He kissed the corner of my lips, then another on the opposite side.

I met Oliver’s soft smile with own. After regaining composure, he removed himself from me and stood up.

His warm arms wrapped around my torso and picked me up bridal style. I laughed breathlessly and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“What are you doing.” I rubbed my face on his chest.

Oliver began walking me into the hallway.

“No need to make a fuss, let me draw you a bath.” His kind voice swelled my heart, as I leaned against his muscular torso.

His work orders might be late, but he never failed to take time to pamper me with love.

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THANK YOU ANON!!! for this request!

Oliver is BAEEE53 notes Oct 7th, 2018