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18+ | oliver likes to argue with you <3 | cw. f!reader, afab!reader, daddy kink, oliver being a condescending little shit, light humiliation, oral (f!receiving), married oliver, (incredibly vague but intentional) black coded reader, biting / marking

“shhh—”

“oh, fuck off! you will not fucking shush me-!”

oliver shushes you again to your absolute fury, but you’re way more surprised by him kneeling before you.

“what - aiku, fuckin’ — get up. what are you doing?”

he doesn’t respond, too focused on crawling towards you, a look of deviancy written all over his face, mischief playing at the corners of his full lips.

you back up instinctively — you were just in the middle of a fight, the same one you’ve been having all week, and you were just getting to the good part - being right - when he decided to pull this shit.

you're still unsure what "this shit" is exactly, but you reckon you're about to find out when you bump against the back of his (ugly, patent leather) couch with oliver right on your heels.

he looks... hungry, is really the best way to describe it.

predatory.

your boyfriend's pupils are blown wide, black eclipsing blue and green, as he crawls right up to you, dragging his nose up the exposed skin of your knee.

you jolt instinctively, but his big hands come up to smooth down your sides, soothing you while also holding you in place.

"you're mad, aren't you, baby?" he coos, voice deep and gravelly. a bit patronizing too, making you bristle.

you go to bite his head off for it, but he nips your thigh in preemptive reprimand, taking the sting off with a gentle flick of his tongue.

"now, let's not get nasty. you're nicer than that, aren't you? you aren't a brat, not really. you just want something and you don't know how to ask, isn't that right?"

the anger that's been welling up in you since the argument started wars with your inherent need to just be good. to sit pretty and let oliver's dulcet tones roll over you, pacifying you.

you even start to relax, shoulders loosening as the furrow in your brow lets up, scowl falling into a soft pout instead. you don't like fighting with oliver -- mostly because he's so annoying about it and just as, if not more stubborn than you are, but also because you love him.

your husband is good to you. he's caring, understanding, patient in the face of real adversity, and also --

a little shit.

his teeth dig into the skin of your thigh hard, making you yelp, but he keeps you from running, holding you in place to flip up your skirt. he buries his nose into the gusset of your panties, swiftly dampening under his attentions, to your extreme embarrassment.

"oliver-!"

"ah, ah, ah. that's not my name, now is it, baby?" aiku's tone grates, rubs your skin the wrong way and sends shivers up your spine, despite the otherwise saccharine nature of his voice. "what do you call me, huh? what's my name?"

you huff, beyond frustrated and now keyed up, your cunt pulsing from the lack of attention and your husband's proximity to it.

"oliver." a nip to your upper thigh. a quiet reprimand.

"is that not your name? you respond to it, don't you?" another bite, this time harder and on the opposite leg. he looks up at you, firm, though he nudges his nose up against your clothed clit in apology.

"you get one more," oliver hums, voice low and dangerous. "and if you're wrong, 'm not gonna let you cum."

annoyance ripples through you, but fear is hot on its heels. this is a threat he will carry out and knowing how petty your husband can be, there's no guarantee his orgasm ban won't last for hours.

days.

months.

you sigh heavily, the dam of resolve weakened enough to allow desperation to flow through the cracks, manifesting in you physically.

one of your hands drops to rest in his hair, carding through his soft strands gently while you try to ignore the smug smirk on his face, only getting wider with every quiet second that passes by.

"well?" he encourages, and you almost smack him, hand clenching in his hair briefly before relaxing as you take yet another, steadying, fortifying breath.

"sorry... daddy." your voice sounds small, even to your own ears, but the grin of approval aiku sends you is just short of blinding, soothing the burn of humiliation coiling in your chest.

between the sound of blood rushing in your ears and the throbbing of your cunt, you just barely make out oliver's low growl of "that-a girl", before he's on you. yanking your panties aside and burying his face in your sopping wet center.

the shock of pleasure to your system is immediate.

oliver doesn't fuck around, doesn't continue to tease, to wind you up -- no, he goes straight for your clit, wrapping those plush lips around it and sucking. he hollows his cheeks and pulsates his tongue against your sensitive nub, moaning and groaning into your pussy like it's directly linked to his own dick.

it feels so good -- more than good, really -- you've completely forgotten what the two of you had been arguing about. all the tension, anger, and frustration slips from your body from the way he eats you out with reckless, yet skillful abandon.

long strokes of his tongue up and down your slit, flicking your clit on every pass. pushing the wet muscle past the spasming muscle of your hole, lapping up every drop of slick you have to offer. lifting your leg over his shoulder to get closer, deeper, lust-blown eyes devouring you above as he devours you below.

your orgasm creeps up on you, coming for you faster and harder than you'd expected. oliver can tell and redoubles his efforts, eyes slipping shut in concentration.

"d-daddy, fuck, i - feels so good-" you gasp, body locking up and thighs shaking as he licks at you over and over and over, sending you hurtling towards the edge.

at the end, it's a slight graze of his teeth to your pulsing clit that does it. your eyes roll back as you cum and cum, gushing all over the lower half of his face which he laps up with a groan.

he coaches you through it until you're wrung out, limp and trembling, and only then does he stand, lips shiny and expression content.

"see? that wasn't so hard, now was it?" you make a little noise of discontent at his tone as he takes you into his arms, nosing his way down your neck, pressing wet kisses as he goes.

"don't start with that shit, aiku."

oliver pulls away slightly, holding up one of his hands in mock surrender. "i'm not doing anything, baby. although..." he takes one of your hands and pulls it towards his crotch where he's swollen and leaking through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. "we could be doing something, other than fighting."

you try to look unimpressed, but you know you look hungry, desperate, and you can already feel yourself rearing to go again.

judging by his shit-eating smile, he can tell too.

rolling your eyes, you drop your hand from his crotch to take his, the feeling of the cool metal of his wedding band providing a small modicum of relief to your heated skin.

he walks right on your heels as you lead him to the bedroom, self-satisfied aura practically pouring off of him like the cat who got the cream.

"don't think this changes things, oliver. i'm still mad at you."

"i don't think that's what you wanna call me, baby. c'mon, be good."

".... sorry. daddy."

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the intimacy of your partner washing your face for you <3

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how are we feeling about sae being sooooooo casual and nonchalant about homewrecking your relationship

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18+ | oliver likes to argue with you <3 | cw. f!reader, afab!reader, daddy kink, oliver being a condescending little shit, light humiliation, oral (f!receiving), married oliver, (incredibly vague but intentional) black coded reader, biting / marking

“shhh—”

“oh, fuck off! you will not fucking shush me-!”

oliver shushes you again to your absolute fury, but you’re way more surprised by him kneeling before you.

“what - aiku, fuckin’ — get up. what are you doing?”

he doesn’t respond, too focused on crawling towards you, a look of deviancy written all over his face, mischief playing at the corners of his full lips.

you back up instinctively — you were just in the middle of a fight, the same one you’ve been having all week, and you were just getting to the good part - being right - when he decided to pull this shit.

you're still unsure what "this shit" is exactly, but you reckon you're about to find out when you bump against the back of his (ugly, patent leather) couch with oliver right on your heels.

he looks... hungry, is really the best way to describe it.

predatory.

your boyfriend's pupils are blown wide, black eclipsing blue and green, as he crawls right up to you, dragging his nose up the exposed skin of your knee.

you jolt instinctively, but his big hands come up to smooth down your sides, soothing you while also holding you in place.

"you're mad, aren't you, baby?" he coos, voice deep and gravelly. a bit patronizing too, making you bristle.

you go to bite his head off for it, but he nips your thigh in preemptive reprimand, taking the sting off with a gentle flick of his tongue.

"now, let's not get nasty. you're nicer than that, aren't you? you aren't a brat, not really. you just want something and you don't know how to ask, isn't that right?"

the anger that's been welling up in you since the argument started wars with your inherent need to just be good. to sit pretty and let oliver's dulcet tones roll over you, pacifying you.

you even start to relax, shoulders loosening as the furrow in your brow lets up, scowl falling into a soft pout instead. you don't like fighting with oliver -- mostly because he's so annoying about it and just as, if not more stubborn than you are, but also because you love him.

your husband is good to you. he's caring, understanding, patient in the face of real adversity, and also --

a little shit.

his teeth dig into the skin of your thigh hard, making you yelp, but he keeps you from running, holding you in place to flip up your skirt. he buries his nose into the gusset of your panties, swiftly dampening under his attentions, to your extreme embarrassment.

"oliver-!"

"ah, ah, ah. that's not my name, now is it, baby?" aiku's tone grates, rubs your skin the wrong way and sends shivers up your spine, despite the otherwise saccharine nature of his voice. "what do you call me, huh? what's my name?"

you huff, beyond frustrated and now keyed up, your cunt pulsing from the lack of attention and your husband's proximity to it.

"oliver." a nip to your upper thigh. a quiet reprimand.

"is that not your name? you respond to it, don't you?" another bite, this time harder and on the opposite leg. he looks up at you, firm, though he nudges his nose up against your clothed clit in apology.

"you get one more," oliver hums, voice low and dangerous. "and if you're wrong, 'm not gonna let you cum."

annoyance ripples through you, but fear is hot on its heels. this is a threat he will carry out and knowing how petty your husband can be, there's no guarantee his orgasm ban won't last for hours.

days.

months.

you sigh heavily, the dam of resolve weakened enough to allow desperation to flow through the cracks, manifesting in you physically.

one of your hands drops to rest in his hair, carding through his soft strands gently while you try to ignore the smug smirk on his face, only getting wider with every quiet second that passes by.

"well?" he encourages, and you almost smack him, hand clenching in his hair briefly before relaxing as you take yet another, steadying, fortifying breath.

"sorry... daddy." your voice sounds small, even to your own ears, but the grin of approval aiku sends you is just short of blinding, soothing the burn of humiliation coiling in your chest.

between the sound of blood rushing in your ears and the throbbing of your cunt, you just barely make out oliver's low growl of "that-a girl", before he's on you. yanking your panties aside and burying his face in your sopping wet center.

the shock of pleasure to your system is immediate.

oliver doesn't fuck around, doesn't continue to tease, to wind you up -- no, he goes straight for your clit, wrapping those plush lips around it and sucking. he hollows his cheeks and pulsates his tongue against your sensitive nub, moaning and groaning into your pussy like it's directly linked to his own dick.

it feels so good -- more than good, really -- you've completely forgotten what the two of you had been arguing about. all the tension, anger, and frustration slips from your body from the way he eats you out with reckless, yet skillful abandon.

long strokes of his tongue up and down your slit, flicking your clit on every pass. pushing the wet muscle past the spasming muscle of your hole, lapping up every drop of slick you have to offer. lifting your leg over his shoulder to get closer, deeper, lust-blown eyes devouring you above as he devours you below.

your orgasm creeps up on you, coming for you faster and harder than you'd expected. oliver can tell and redoubles his efforts, eyes slipping shut in concentration.

"d-daddy, fuck, i - feels so good-" you gasp, body locking up and thighs shaking as he licks at you over and over and over, sending you hurtling towards the edge.

at the end, it's a slight graze of his teeth to your pulsing clit that does it. your eyes roll back as you cum and cum, gushing all over the lower half of his face which he laps up with a groan.

he coaches you through it until you're wrung out, limp and trembling, and only then does he stand, lips shiny and expression content.

"see? that wasn't so hard, now was it?" you make a little noise of discontent at his tone as he takes you into his arms, nosing his way down your neck, pressing wet kisses as he goes.

"don't start with that shit, aiku."

oliver pulls away slightly, holding up one of his hands in mock surrender. "i'm not doing anything, baby. although..." he takes one of your hands and pulls it towards his crotch where he's swollen and leaking through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. "we could be doing something, other than fighting."

you try to look unimpressed, but you know you look hungry, desperate, and you can already feel yourself rearing to go again.

judging by his shit-eating smile, he can tell too.

rolling your eyes, you drop your hand from his crotch to take his, the feeling of the cool metal of his wedding band providing a small modicum of relief to your heated skin.

he walks right on your heels as you lead him to the bedroom, self-satisfied aura practically pouring off of him like the cat who got the cream.

"don't think this changes things, oliver. i'm still mad at you."

"i don't think that's what you wanna call me, baby. c'mon, be good."

".... sorry. daddy."

©sprytesukii 2025 ; please do not copy, repost, or use my works to train ai <3

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what animal does everyone see themselves as?

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you want to die by his hand so bad it makes you look stupid

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still obsessed with the sweet rancher down the way who tips his hat and offers to bring in your groceries turning into the biggest foul mouth werewolf

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i'm incapable of writing smut that isn't a character study

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barous cock is soooo perfect for pussy jobs bc it's so heavy...feels unbelievable against your clit

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gives you a badjob. a weirdjob. doing some unusual shit to your penis.

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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it's not enough for sae to give you an orgasm.

a toy could give you that, and there's nothing that spikes sae's blood more than seeing something else break you to pieces when he does it so well himself.

no, sae needs you in a state beyond desperation. he wants you clinging to him like he's the only thing in your entire world, the only one capable of gifting you such pleasure that you hover between rapture and torment.

he wants you to hold his gaze as bliss suffuses your face and shakes you ragged in his arms, until you're limp and soft and his to cage for the rest of the night.

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have realized that while i am not a fan necessarily of "people meet and immediately fall in love" i am a fan of "people meet and are immediately obsessed with each other." the love can come later but the absolute fixation should be immediate

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katsuki gets hard when you take care of him 🗣️

he hates being sick; he hates being out of commission because he feels useless and therefore weirded out that you want to feed him soup when he's not even actively contributing to society.

(the first time he told you that, you gave him a look he's pretty sure was pity.)

when you sweep sweaty bangs off his forehead, he bites down on the inside of his cheek to bury the groan in his throat.

he doesn't know how to love like you do, with the kind of gentle affection apparent in every spoonful of soup you bring to his lips.

"you okay there, dynamight?" you glance pointedly at his lap, a playful glint in your eyes. "what's got you so distracted?"

well, fuck. he's so out of it he didn't even notice his dick swelling.

his ears burn. he has no idea how to voice that you mothering him is turning him on to the point of near insanity.

"it's nice," he says defensively, gesturing at you vaguely, but you don't miss a beat.

"i like taking care of you, kats." your hand settles on his chest, and you lean in close, a smile on your mouth that he wants to lick off. "i like that you let me."

your thumb sweeps back and forth on his sternum, a burning caress he feels at the base of his dick. he's a second away from grabbing your hand and thrusting it down his pants like a fumbling teenager, but you pull away, the smile on your mouth going coy.

"pretty sure my patient needs to rest up before he undergoes any rigorous activity."

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the way you full body shudder on his cock when you orgasm does something like truly crazy to shouto’s psyche. the way his pupils dilate when he locks in on your face..i think it’s actually a little unnerving…being the sole focus of that sort of attention…it’s over for you and your clit. he has to feel you do that at least three more times before he feels semi normal again. good luck !