#blue lock oliver

[satrs]

corruption kink with Oliver Aiku please. this man makes me feel things and I want him to ruin me 😭😭

Hold on Tight

FEATURING; Oliver Aiku xfem!reader

TAGS; NSFW/DARK CONTENT. MDNI! implied virgin!reader. size kink. dirty talk. mating press. pussyjob (?). nicknames(pretty). Overstim.

WORDCOUNT; 0.7 k

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

"You wanna do this?"

He inquired as he hovered above you, heavy cock head tapping against your exposed cunt for good measure.

He couldn't hide his sly smile as you looked up at him innocently, eagerly nodding your head, thighs twitching as his cock made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves. "So cute."

There was something about ruining your innocent self and naive attitude. He was thrilled for this moment - have you underneath him and at his mercy as he wrecks you and your little pussy, having you moan out his name in utter pleasure.

Now that he had you before him, about to fulfill his deepest desires, he wished to just slam into you right away, but - he had to treat you first - prepare you for what was about to come.

"Cute little cunt," he mumbled to himself as his eyes fixated on his cock gliding along your glistening heat, his pre and your arousal mixing, serving as lube. "All mine."

His eyes snapped up to your face as he caught a whine from you, free hand coming up to catch your chin in his hold, leaning down to place a messy kiss on your lips, his tip prodding at your entrance. "Gonna make you feel real good, yeah?"

It was lewd and a truly filthy sight - the way his massive girth bullied its way past your fluttering folds, hushing your mewls in a cooing manner by peppering your face in kisses, not missing the way your face twisted at his size.

The aching feeling of his cock stretching you out was like an uncomfortable string, causing tears to gather at the corner of your eyes. "Shhh, it'll be gone soon, pretty." You desperately grab onto his shoulders, clawing your nails into them as he began to move, a painful croak leaving your lips.

He on the other hand had to gather his last strength to not snap his hips against your vigorously, drinking up every sound you had in store for him. So, being the impatient man he was, his fingers came down to latch onto your bud, head falling into the crook of your neck to decorate it with lovemarks.

Once your demeanor relaxed and your sounds grew in volume, your hips bucking up into his slow thrust in need, his eyes glanced up to your face in curiosity, a smirk adoring his handsome features. "See? I told you I'll make you feel good. Just gotta trust me." He straightened his back, throwing your leg over his shoulder, grunting as your tight walls suck him in even further, "Do you trust me?"

Once you gave him a reassuring nod, his eyes were drenched in desire and lust, hips eagerly snapping against yours, moans and grunts spilling from his lips.

"Gonna mold this tight cunt for my dick." You let out a strangled moan as he folded both of your legs up to either side of your head, his cock now drilling even deeper inside of you, pelvic bone stimulating your clit each time your hips met.

His eyes shamelessly gawked at the way his dick disappeared inside of you, his tip visibly pocking your tummy. Eyes snapping up to yours, a loud moan escaped him at your ruined form - hair disheveled with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, cheeks stained with tears of pleasure and spit painting your mouth and chin. "Look at you,"

He lightly patted your cheek in a mocking manner, only earning a sob in return. "pretty went dumb on my cock already." His words were accompanied by a sharp thrust, your walls clasping down onto him as you gushed around his cock, a silent scream leaving your lips, your juices spurting on him, his eyes glistening in adoration. "Just like that, cum 'round my dick, pretty."

You were barely able to register what he was talking about, mind clouded by your euphoric high, pants leaving your lips once you felt his body weight on you, a yelp escaping you as he reached even deeper into your insides now, desperately clinging to his back. "Oli', cant. Too much, too much."

He chuckled in return, close to burst out into his high himself. "Just a little longer, pretty," his head came down to lick off a tear that rolled down your cheek,

"Gotta fuck you up a little more."

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[milaisreading]

Niko, my baby

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ break you off by sonder ࿐ྂ

bllk x gn!reader

characters: kenyu yukimiya, tabito karasu, eita otoya, shouei barou, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, gin gagamaru

content: their nicknames part 2!

ari’s note: omd guys yall rly seemed to like part 1 of this nickname series so i thought i should write a part 2😜 here it is hope u like it !

part 1

kenyu yukimiya:

— yukki

people call him this often. it’s the name he introduces himself with.

“hello, my name is yukimiya. but you can just call me yukki.” because he’s friendly and chill like that.

you and all his friends call him this and he addresses himself as ‘yukki’ too. it’s such a cute name.

— ken

ken! that means you are his barbie <3 he likes joking around with this name and you do too!

well it is true, he would do anything for you like how ken does anything for barbie.

if you like to watch barbie movies/series he’ll gladly watch them with you too. i feel like yukki is also the type of guy who isn’t afraid to wear pink in public he’s ALL for it.

— ken-not see

i feel like karasu and otoya made fun of him with this😭

like just imagine this silly trio arguing and yukki brings up something like, “why don’t you stop putting so much gel in your hair, some of it seeped into your brain and now you’re all stupid!” to karasu and the room goes silent.

otoya giggles a bit and before y’know it karasu it biting back with, “yeah? at least i can see! ken-yu see?! how ‘bout that?!”

yukki is shocked and otoya is just laughing to himself watching this unfold and now, karasu has yukki’s contact changed to “ken-not see”.

tabito karasu:

— tabi

such a cute name for a manly guy. you call him this often and he seems to like it. sometimes he likes it so much that he won’t respond if you call him “tabito” or “karasu”

he’ll only respond if you call him ‘tabi’!!!

and only from you!! like if his friends call him ‘tabi’ he’ll ignore it because it’s special and only for you to use.

— tiramisu

the two of you were playing around with words and you somehow managed to connect the word ‘tiramisu’ to his full name.

the ‘t’ is taken from ‘tabito’, and ‘tiramisu’ rhymes with ‘karasu’ hence this ridiculous but funny nickname came to be.

— kraasu

like just imagine the typos you make when you text him and one day ‘kraasu’ popped up and you haven’t let it go ever since.

i guess it’s also an easier way to say ‘karasu’ it’s basically just shortened to ‘krasu’ y’know!

eita otoya:

— ei

he doesn’t really mind it, but it’s cute. just ‘ei’.

— toyota

he frowns a little when people call him this but he doesn’t stop them. it’s like a playful name for ‘otoya’.

sometimes people confuse his name as ‘toyota’ like the car too so!

— yoda

if you take his last name ‘otoya’ and just merely play around with it and mix up the letters to ‘yota’ it sounds just like ‘yoda’!

and it suits him (???) because of the green in his hair just like the actual yoda from star wars!

shouei barou:

— sho/shou

simple. short. easy.

barou likes it when you call him this, it’s cute and he replies to this name.

— baron bunny

kinda like amber from genshin💀 i’m so sorry if you don’t play but basically there’s a character who has these bombs that explode and she calls them baron bunny.

idk i just thought barou’s name is similar to baron when i first started bllk lolol

— barou, barou, kyun!

LMAO nagi and isagi will not let this ago during that blue lock selection games. when you started dating barou and met with his friends from bllk they were quick to tell you about how barou acted during their time in blue lock.

nagi having a fever dream about barou being a maid and isagi adding on to it with barou wearing a maid costume and chigiri would’ve done his makeup with bright red lipstick.

it’s funny to think about…

oliver aiku:

— oli

sometimes he doesn’t like it because of oli london😭 but it sounds so nice and the way it rolls off your tongue makes him melt so he forgets about that cursed koreaboo and just loves when you call him this.

— ai/aiku

he especially loves ‘ai’ because it translates to ‘love’!

so it’s kinda like you’re calling him ‘love’ when you call him ‘ai’ ugh he just loves it.

— captain

you joke around and call him this when he tells you to do something.

“y/n, could you get more of my protein snacks from the store later?” “yes, captain.”

“y/n, could you help to time my runs today?” “of course, captain.”

it doesn’t faze him, he’s so used to being called captain by his teammates that he doesn’t really care.

michael kaiser:

— micha

pronounced as ‘mika’. it’s cute, he smirks a little when you call him this.

— kai

i guess he likes this too! it’s simple and easy to pronounce.

— liebling/schatz

he loves when you call him any of these names. any german term of endearment, he just loves it.

he’ll also call you this too, and so you picked it up from him and begun calling him these lovely names too!!!

gin gagamaru:

— ginnie

he smiles sooo wide his eyes close when you called him this for the first time. he didn’t know how much he loved being called a nickname until it slipped out of your mouth!

“you’re calling me that? that’s so cute…” he mutters, all smiley and giggly.

i guess there are two pronounciations for this. it could be “ginnie” with a g, or like “jinnie”!!!

— gaga/lady gaga

he was confused at first like “who is lady gaga” until you explained to him and he likes it!

he thinks it’s silly and cute.

— gin

short and sweet. he likes his name already but he loves it even more when you call him this. it just melts his heart and he just loves you so much :,)

end.

[atlaswav]

ADDICTED TO THE RUSH ♢

INFO: 3k words, aiku oliver x fem! reader SYNOPSIS: strange things, a man did, when his knowledge of women was suddenly upturned by your very existence — the anomaly to his capricious heart, the addictive rush he'd been yearning for. WARNINGS: making out 16+ (shame.), hard drugs, hallucinogens, please don't do drugs kids, ESPECIALLY NOT FROM RANDOM STRANGERS LIKE OLIVER THIS BITCHASS, angst?? with happy ending. please be drug safe, not like this guy AUTHOR'S NOTE: not proof read and this is nothing except shame and delusion i'm ashamed and also simultaneously proud but i'll probably look back on this later and barf. listen to waiting for love by openside the title is inspired by that song. ++ if this is romanticising drugs in any way pls lmk idk what came over me. also likes and reblogs are really appreciated i'll give you a cookie 🫂

Contrary to what many would think, Oliver Aiku didn’t exactly consider himself one for parties. If anything, the thrumming bass that vibrated through the crowd, the alcohol stagnant in the air and the humidity of sweating bodies was an immediate line in the sand. He did have a reputation to keep, however, so what was one girl from the next when his name became a mantra on their lips?

Oliver wasn’t one for drinking, drugs or anything of the sort, either. Despite what his teammates may think, he would never have taken anything beyond a celebratory drink. Even though he’d been offered far worse on multiple occasions.

The professional soccer player couldn’t possibly risk any harm to his health, could he?

But he supposed, if he were to take the strangely glimmering, iridescent pill that was offered to him at the subway station in the dead of night, it’d be catastrophic. Strange things, a man did, when his heart was confused, brimming with reckless abandon. 

What was another wound to his soul than what already was?

He’d ingest it against the voice of reason, and his head would start to spin after a few moments. Were there two of those men standing in front of him? The lights would begin to flicker in his vision, and the ground would rise up to meet his face unceremoniously, while he dreamed of a faraway paradise. A paradise filled with gaudy colours, rippling images, and infinite traces of you. 

You, you you – your narcotic smell everywhere, your hypnotic laughter around each corner and bend, the hue of your irises flashing in the peripherals of his vision. He’d turn, aching to catch your evasive gaze, but you weren’t there. 

Slipping through his fingers like water, fading into the effervescent shoreline. Trying to bottle sunlight – preserve seafoam. 

He supposed that’s what loving you was like – would be like – not that he would know.  It was an addiction in its own sense; chasing something that wasn’t there, yet yearned to hold. 

He supposed that if he ingested that pill, and if all these things happened to him, then loving you was a drug. 

He got unbelievably high from your presence, the rapid beating of his heart, your quiet smiles, shared furtive glances, secret whispers, your feather light touch skimming across his skin, your voice’s melodic cadences. 

He’d give up anything to try again. To turn time on its head, watch the sand fall inversely through the hourglass and give rise to the words that were lodged in his throat. To stand his ground and not run away like the coward he became when it came to you. But of course, Oliver Aiku was not one for such things either. 

And he hated himself for it. 

The lights above shone a myriad of colours into his bleary gaze, the ground beneath him rumbling. What was that screeching noise? 

It hurt his ears. He wanted to curl into a ball to escape it, but his limbs betrayed him.

His annoyance only spiked as people started to pour onto the platform, the ground shaking with footsteps and indistinct voices. 

He told himself that he should move, but the iridescent lights above him were swirling into shapes, and he wanted to watch the bubbles float towards him, shining incandescently. 

Wait. Bubbles? 

“Oliver? Oh my god.”

He stirred, temples throbbing. Your voice started to haunt him too, it seemed. Lilting, soothing, lovely. He wished you’d speak again. He needed you to say his name again. It sounded like honey when it fell from your lips. 

“Oh my god, Oliver, wake up.”

He mumbled something, faintly aware of a face in front of him. Your face. Beautiful, but marked with worry. He willed himself to reach out, to hold your cheek, to brush your hair away from your face, but he couldn’t.

“He’s off. On a trip to another universe. What did that guy give him?” another voice, this one less lovely. A dissonant cadence that had him remembering training. He hated training. Only because his team mates wouldn’t stop pestering him about you, once they’d finally found out about you.

“Hang in there, Oliver. We’ll get you home.” 

Home? To him, home was wherever you were. He was entirely content to fall asleep in your arms, on the grimy platform floor. 

Arms tried to lift him, but the six foot man was liquid in their arms. 

“C’mon, can you move?” his teammate asked. “What did that guy even give you?”

He grumbled something. Tried to get his legs to move. Stumbled backwards, hitting his back on a wall. 

“He said “a ticket to heaven for a night”, whatever that means.” You supply.

“That’s not reassuring.”

“Sendo, let’s just carry him. It isn’t too far anyway.” you huffed, looping one of his arms around you. He tried to cling to you with both arms, but his limbs flailed uselessly by his sides. 

“Alright, fine. You’re buying me a drink after this, Aiku.” His teammate’s voice irked him, even in this state of bliss. 

The walk back to his apartment took far longer than it should’ve. It was quiet, occasionally broken by the heaving of breaths, clouding in the winter air. Wisps of colour followed them out of the subway station. Was that a whale swimming towards them? No, that was just the light. The stupid, colourful light. 

He creaked open his eyes, and the world started to swirl in his vision. Were they standing at his elevator? Is that why the wind had stopped blowing into his face? He leaned into your warmth, cheeks red from the cold. 

“You can go now, I got him from here.” 

“You sure?” His balance slips as Sendo removes himself from Oliver’s grip. 

“Yeah. ‘Night, Sendo.” 

“Yeah, yeah, message me if something happens. Goodnight.”

You stand there in silence with him, waiting for the elevator to arrive. His face presses into the crook of your neck, stubble grazing your skin as he mumbles something. 

“Oliver, what did you do?” you sigh. 

He frowns. 

“You okay?”

He huffs. 

“Silent treatment, or high out of your mind?”

He doesn’t respond. Spots start to appear all over the place. Spinning, spinning, spinning. Waves of dizziness wash over him, and his grip on your arm tightens. 

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” you haul him into the elevator, leaning against the wall as the ascent starts. Oliver wobbles dangerously, threatening to collapse as his knees start to give out. 

“Why did you do this?” you mutter. “Is it because of what I said?”

His eyes snap open. As close to snapping open as his traitorous body would allow in this state of his. Your eyes meet his, and he feels himself wanting to drown in your gaze forever. His mind was just as traitorous as his body.

No, he wants to say. It could never be your fault. 

But he doesn’t. His tongue is lead in his mouth, so he just looks at you in a stupor before you sigh and shake your head. 

“You don’t have to reciprocate anything. We can still be friends.” 

Your confession only hours before had felt like a weight finally lifted from your chest, quickly replaced by another. Heavier, more suffocating. When he’d run from you, it took everything within you to not run after him and beg. 

He hated anything remotely permanent, he’d once confided to you. He found an appreciation for the fleeting moments of affection of one night stands and miscellaneous, faceless, nameless women – no strings attached, tying him down. Heaven forbid you become the object of his hatred, along with the object of his – disgust? You couldn’t tell, with Oliver. There was never any telling what he’d do. 

You drew the keys from his pocket, unlocking his front door as he stumbled forward, nearly face planting on the floors. 

“Come on, you big baby.” 

“...Stars.” 

“What?”

“Stars on the… ceiling.” me mumbled, eyes half closed.

Worry rushed through you as you seated him on the couch. Just how strong was the drug he took?

“What did you take?” you grasp his shoulders, shaking him lightly. He mumbles something close to ‘Don’t worry’. If anything, you begin to worry more as his head falls to one side. 

“Oliver.” Your voice is a song in his ears, drawing up images of the waves at sunrise, bleeding orange, pink and purple into the deep blue of the water. 

“Oliver, stay with me.”

“‘M fine.” he manages. “Dizzy.” 

“Let me get you some water.” your presence – the warmth of your touch – disappears, and his eyes open in alarm. 

He hears the sound of water being poured, then soft footsteps shuffling around. His apartment is dark, the only light drifting in from the balcony, illuminating the room with a pale glow. 

“Here, drink.” you lift the glass to his lips, and he begrudgingly takes a couple of sips. Some water spills from the corner of his lips, down his neck. His Adam's apple bobs. His trembling hand comes up weakly to lower the glass, but he doesn’t release his grip as he meets your eyes. Pupils blown out, hardly on this plane of existence. 

“I love you.”

You nearly drop the glass. 

“You’re high. Say that to me when you’re sober.” you pry free from his grip, setting the glass onto the low coffee table in front of you. “Want to go to bed?”

He shakes his head, the movement apparently as much as he can muster. “Here.”

“Huh?”

“Here. With you.” he mumbles. 

“What?”

Then you take a seat next to him, and his head falls onto your shoulder. His body seems to relax in your presence, wholly at peace. 

You sigh. If “heaven for one night” meant anything, he’d be fine by morning, but you debated calling an ambulance anyway. Should you call the ambulance? Was that crook at the subway trustworthy? You glance at the peacefully sleeping man beside you, chest evenly rising and falling. He seemed fine, but he had taken drugs from a stranger.  

You reach for your phone just as he grumbles, flopping his entire upper body onto your lap. 

Okay, no, then.

Oliver’s soft snoring is almost endearing as he nuzzles his face into your thighs. You heave a sigh, running a hand through his neon green edged hair. He seemed to lean into the touch. No, it was your imagination. You lean back against the leather sofa and close your eyes, hoping for the night to pass sooner. Hoping that he’d sober up by morning, and spare you a trip to the emergency room. 

Hoping to hear those three words in the lustre of clarity. 

—

His dreams were filled with phantoms; phantom hands, faces, touches. Phantom words spoken into the air, disappearing in smoke, and only spurring his guilt. Yet as he woke from his stupor, the world smelled like you. Coaxing him back to the dreamscape. Exhaustion hit him like a tsunami, meeting him with a thundering headache. 

His vision didn’t fare any better as he opened his eyes, the world a mess of swirls and blurring patterns. He groaned and flipped over, only to realise where he was. 

The disorientation of sleep melted away as he finally came to his senses. Sweat, thinly beaded across his skin, his clothes clinging to his body. He lay curled up on the couch, head nuzzled into the pillows – warm, soft –

“Oliver? You awake?” 

He snaps to attention, sitting up the moment he hears your voice.

The plight of his dreams, the palliative cadences that he wished he could despair in. 

His head throbbed from the blood rushing to his head, and he swore quietly, swaying as he adjusted. 

“How are you feeling? Are you alright?” your eyes are wide with concern, and something in his heart tugs. 

The night before is an empty slot in his reel of memory, a smudge of bright, neon lights and dancing shapes as he attempts to recall exactly what happened. How he ended up sleeping on your lap, how you’d ended up at his apartment. Did you sleep over? It looks like you didn’t sleep at all, with the dark circles under your red rimmed eyes. 

You abruptly get off the couch, heading into his kitchen. He hears the pouring of water, then you return, gingerly handing him the glass. He takes it, confusion slowly turning to realisation as he remembers. 

And the memory of his cowardliness, his recklessness, his awful string of decisions that led him to seeing stars rushes through him like ice cold water. 

“You okay?” you ask, voice soft. Treading on eggshells. 

He nods, downing the glass of water. 

Quiet, strung on a humming wire, envelops you as he attempts to find the words that kept escaping him. The words that he swore he’d never speak, even though you were right in front of him, still worried. Despite it all. You’d stayed, despite everything. 

Would he have been a coward for pushing you away? Sparing you from the inevitable heartbreak that he’d dole out like his meaningless plethora of apologies, incapable of anything prolonged more than one night?

“Oliver,” his gaze snaps to you. His name was like ambrosia on your lips. He wanted to hear it spoken again and again, a prayer, a worship, a plea. 

“Did we…” he trails off, sheepish. Oliver Aiku, bashful of his escapades. 

Your cheeks redden slightly as you shake your head, unwilling to meet his eyes. 

Silence, the capricious thing. Teetering on the edge of ruin, speared into disrepair with words that could shatter or mend your heart. Your heart, aching to be given away. Aching for the one that you couldn’t have. 

Your name echoes through his empty house. The early morning sunlight peers through the windows, casting warm light on your face. Rejuvenating, almost divine. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Your heart drops. 

“I don’t know how to–” he rubs his face with his hand, heterochromic eyes gazing at some point beyond. “I’ve never had a way with words.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” your bitter smile breaks his heart. Digs the blade in and twists, spilling burning acid into his veins. 

He can feel his world crumbling around him as you stand, turning around. Heading for the door, for the threshold beyond that would mean you were finally gone. Finally out of his life, finally gone from the dreams that you haunted, from the touch that he craved. 

He should be glad, but instead, like an addicted man, he reaches out, grabbing your arm. 

“Wait,” 

You turn to face him. Hope glimmers in your eyes and he can only feel guilty. His love wasn’t something that he could offer, his heart wasn’t one that could stay with yours for as long as he would wish, and it was another thing that he despised himself for. 

He despised himself for not being able to love you the way you should be. 

If only he could put it into words. 

“You don’t need to comfort me.” 

He sighs. “I’m not trying to comfort you, I just…”

You frown, stepping closer. “Then what, Oliver?”

If only you knew the effect you had. “I don’t have a way with words,” he starts. “But I’ve always believed that actions can speak louder.”

“What are you–”

Your words drown in his mouth as he pulls your mouth down to meet his. He drowns your gasp of shock, offers reassurance with the measured brush of his tongue on your lips. If Oliver had anything to show from his reputation as a womaniser, it was knowing how to treat a woman. 

The kiss burns with a fervour that you can only describe as hunger. He kisses like he’s been starved, addicted to your taste, your touch, shivering as your hands wander into his hair. His breath catches in his throat as your nails scrape his scalp, muffling a groan as you bite his lip. 

You pull away all too quickly for his liking. His starvation is in his eyes. Your breaths are quick, ragged, and he tries to kiss you again, but you press your index finger to his lips. 

“Are you still high?” you ask, voice carrying that hint of joy that he wanted to illuminate. 

“No.”

“Are you lying to me?” 

A smile breaks out on your face as he sighs heavily, catching your wrist in his hand. “I might be, but I can think straight.”

A laugh from you, and he thinks he’s doomed. Fated to be wrapped around your finger for the remainder of his sorry life, a jester for your amusement. How quickly the tables have turned on him. 

“We’ll see, Aiku.” you press a kiss to his forehead, smile luminescent in the dawn sun. Despite the sleepless night, watching over him in his state of oblivion, you were radiant. The object of  his secret desires, the hubris to his mercurial heart. 

“Wait, what?” As you turn to leave, he scrambles up from the couch, but his limbs won’t let him catch you. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” you cast him a coy smile. “If your actions speak true, come find me when you’re sober.”

Then the door opens and closes, before he can retort. Gone with the wind, scattered like seafoam on the shores of golden sand. 

He falls back onto the couch with a huff, the ceiling still swimming slightly in his vision. Never again, he’d take any drug from any sketchy man in a subway station. He didn’t need drugs, alcohol or women anymore, he could discard his reputation completely. He didn’t need such things anymore – not when he had you. 

You, you you, with your haunting presence, eluding his grasp like sunlight in a jar. He’d normally relent, turning to the next woman fawning over him, sweep her off her feet with his aloofness and casanova grin. 

But now he had you, and the chase was a thrill that no drug could replicate. 

You were his dopamine, he was hopelessly addicted. 

written by @atlaswav, published 4th of February, 2024

[xe-n4]

love in learning

feat. oliver, nagi & sae note: i wrote this ages ago (reupload) contains: i don't remember & i'm not rereading it total: 1,303

—OLIVER

He knew he shouldn’t. But it was right there. The blue notebook you’ve been scribbling in for the last few weeks. It seemed like you were researching something because you had your laptop with you. But you never let Oliver know the contents of it, slamming both the book and laptop shut whenever you saw him. 

He was curious. 

Oliver’s fingers danced around the notebook. He debated with himself. Open it or leave it alone. He may never know what’s inside that book. But you would tell when you were ready, right? 

So he opened it. 

Oliver flicked through the pages, eyes scanning the words. He didn’t understand what he was looking at until he saw the word ‘centre-back’. A grin crept onto his face when he noticed the little doodle of himself next to it. 

You filled the pages with information about football and his favourite players. His heart swelled with joy as he continued to peruse through it. The rules, the positions and their purposes. He couldn’t believe it. 

“Hey, Oli, have you seen—” 

You cut yourself off upon seeing your boyfriend with your notebook. Wave after wave of embarrassment hit you with no mercy, not allowing you time to breathe. Heat spread from your chest to your neck and your hands balled into fists at your sides. 

Oliver stared—you stared as well. The silence was killing you, but the smirk that played on his lips made it worse. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Maybe living underground wouldn’t be so bad. 

“Care to explain?” he teased as he gestured to the book. 

You shook your head. 

“No? Okay then, let’s read from it, shall we?” His eyes glinted as he flipped to the next page. “If the score is equal—” 

Something went off in you and you went over to cover his mouth, snatching the book away. Oliver moved your hand off of his face and laughed at your pouting face. 

He wrapped his arms around your torso and leaned in. “Aw, my baby’s so cute,” he spoke as if he was talking to a child. 

“Shut up, old man.” You buried your face in his neck to run away from his teasing. 

“Are you embarrassed?” Oliver leaned back and his hands caressed your chin. His grip was firm but gentle and the feeling brought you a sense of familiarity. But it couldn’t get rid of how humiliated you felt. 

“Y/n, thank you,” Oliver said with a smile. Not one to tease you with, but a genuine smile from a place of happiness. 

Confusion plastered itself all over your features. “What... did I do?” 

“The book.” Your eyes widened, and he hurried to clear the air. “Thank you for trying to understand me and the sport I love. You didn’t have to, going to the games is enough.” 

“The games are kinda boring when you don’t know what’s happening,” you mumbled. 

“Maybe. But thank you anyway.” Oliver planted a kiss on your forehead.

—NAGI

Nagi was lying on his stomach with his phone in hand. He was watching video compilations of traps and other defensive moves. Normally, you’d have no interest in it. Football was Nagi’s thing. But you felt different about it today. 

Once you crawled onto the bed next to him, you rested your head on his shoulder. “Hey, Sei?” He hummed. “What’s a trap?” 

He answered without looking away from the screen. “It’s a move to keep control of the ball.” 

“Cool.” 

This was going nowhere. 

You didn’t know how to ask him, but he also didn’t seem interested. Maybe I’ll try later. You moved off the bed to leave when a hand gripped your wrist tightly. Nagi pulled you back effortlessly. You landed on his chest and he kept you there, putting one arm encompassing you. His other hand still held his phone and resumed the video. 

“Where’re you going?” he mumbled. Nagi didn’t really want an answer. “Stay.” 

“I thought you were busy—”   

“I can multitask.” Nagi nuzzled into you. “What d’you wanna know?” 

“Um... I guess I didn’t really think this through,” you chuckled nervously and Nagi pinched your side in response. 

“So unprepared,” he jokingly scolded. 

Nagi clicked through his phone before setting it in front of you. The video began with the camera scanning through the crowd. People of all different backgrounds cheering from the sidelines with flags, banners and some even had face paint on them. 

The camera then showed the players walking on the field in their flashy uniforms, and the crowd cheered and screamed even louder. The bright lights above the stadium made the grass look lighter than it was. 

“Sei, what’s this?” 

“Football game,” he replied. “I’ll talk you through it.”  

“I like that you want to know more. It made me feel something inside. I liked it.” 

You laughed at his simplistic way of describing his emotions, then he shushed you when the game started. Nagi pointed to each of the players when he talked about their positions. He explained the moves they did and why someone got a yellow card. 

His soft voice brought you comfort, which made it easier to concentrate on the sport, though you barely understood it. 

After the game ended, Nagi stared at you expectantly, silently asking for your opinion. “It was fun.” was your only response. 

It was. Maybe your judgement before was biased, but now you had a better understanding of why your boyfriend loved it so much. 

—SAE

“I thought you didn’t like football,” Sae said with a straight face, looking up from his laptop 

“Well... I thought it would be fun if you taught me some stuff,” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck. His stare made your heart race and your ears sting. Not in a good way. 

“What’s the point if you don’t care about it,” he grumbled as he went back to what he was doing. A very obvious tell that he didn’t want the conversation to continue. 

You sat down in the chair next to him and interlocked your pinkies. “I care about you though.” 

Sae’s eyes flicked from your joined hands to your face a few times before he sighed. A small smile made its way onto his face. He properly intertwined your hands and leaned down to kiss them.  

“Get changed, we’re going out.” was the only instruction he gave. Though he implied that wearing anything fancy would be a terrible idea. 

And he was right. 

Sae took you to the nearest football centre and rented out a small field. Goals stood tall and mighty on each side, and white lines ran across the grass. The sun was still beaming down, and you wished that you’d just kept it to yourself. 

“Is this really necessary?” you whined before walking onto the grass. 

Your boyfriend was ahead, holding a ball against his hip. “This is the only way you’ll learn, Y/n.” 

“Or is it the only way you can teach?” you mocked under your breath as you followed behind him. 

And with your horrible luck, he heard every word. Sae turned around once he got to the centre and set down the ball. “Four laps.” 

“Huh?” 

“What’d you mean ‘huh’?” He settled his hands on his hips with a—fake—frown. “Fine then. Five laps. Hurry!” 

During that ‘warm up’, you gained a stitch in your side and sweat soaked through your clothes. After that Sae, showed you how to dribble and tackle. The first time you successfully stole the ball from him made his heart full as he watched you celebrate, then collapse, demanding a break. 

“Dumbass.” He booped your nose before shoving a water bottle into your face. Wordlessly you took it and started chugging its content as if you’ve never had a drink of it before. Sae grinned. “Dumbass.” 

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[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Oliver Aiku's significant other.

Imagine if someone were to ask who you manage to be in a relationship for so long with the Oliver Aiku, a renowned football superstar and former playboy, you would just laugh and completely change the topic. Not bothering to fill the curiosity of those who want to know for it was a long story.

Imagine, the truth is that you almost give up on him back then. After all, he was a bit foolish when it comes to love back in the days and as you watch him played with countless girls, you were pretty sure he would never look at you, after all you're just his childhood friend that kept chasing and chasing after him as years passed by and nothing more than that.

Imagine only then did he realize how much you actually mean to him when you eventually stop appearing at his sight at some point back then. The way looks around in the crowd, hoping to spot you there, looking at the seat he usually reserved for you in the front seat but you aren't there, not even in the practice where you love to attend. At first, he was confused, and then he eventually became mad, and then he felt empty. You really tired to leave him like that?

Imagine maybe that was the reason why Oliver would often overreact when it comes to you. Like today. "(First name), where are you?" You heard him whine over the phone, causing you to frown as you made your way inside the stadium. Showing your ticket to the staff, they make way for you to enter, honest it was your vip id that makes your lover gave you that made thing easier for you. "(First name)? The game is starting soon." Honesty you can imagine him pouting causing you to cringe playfully. "I'm here already here Oliver."

Imagine as you stood there in the crowd wearing an exclusive replica of your lovers jersey, his surname and number on your back. There you stood proudly as you screamed in happiness alongside the crowd, all for your lovers' sake as he came out of the stadium into the field. Even from afar, his eyes were only set at you, waving a smiling like a madman, your madman.

Imagine if someone where to ask you how it was like to be in a relationship with Oliver Aiku, you would just laugh show off the ring on your finger. There was no need to talk when the answer was already obvious. The way Oliver looks and searches for in the crowd shows it all. The man will not let you go, as much as he almost did back then, he would never again.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2022°

[mitsies]

; SUNBURN SZN! ; oliver aiku > in which, he'd be a fool to not appreciate a pretty swimsuit on a pretty girl.

oliver aiku's favorite thing about summer is the water.

it's not like he particularly enjoys the beach or the pool. he doesn't care much for the way the water feels against his skin, or how the salt or chlorine stiffened his hair.

no, none of that. oliver liked summer because of the swimsuits.

yeah, maybe this makes him kind of a weirdo, and kind of a creep. but it's not like he means it to be his favorite aspect- it kind of just happened.

it became his favorite summertime activity- to go to the beach with some friends, chat up a group of pretty girls, and take home the one whose outfit he liked the most. yeah, yeah, it's unethical and womanizing- he gets it. but these things happen when you're a pro athlete, he can't help it.

oliver was used to getting whatever and whoever he wanted as a perk of stardom. people lined up outside his door, love letters flooded his mailbox, various-colored kiss stamps decorated his pillowcases- he kind of sort of had it all. so he figured that you'd be the same. he never considered the fact that people could just not be interested,

but here he was now, feet in the sand, eyes fixed on you, as you give him a polite smile and say, "sorry. i think i'll just stay here with my friends."

oliver was on a local beach with some of his friends, plus their girlfriends. you happened to be a part of that friend group- and a pretty one at that. there were a few girls oliver could've gone after, but you stood out to him.

maybe it was the way your smile held a sweet something that made him curious. maybe it was how your laugh held secrets that he wanted to find out. maybe it was the simple, sleek white one-piece you wore, all high lines with a plunging back that made his eyes wander.

or maybe, just maybe, it was the way you were. how you engaged him in meaningful conversation and talked about things that mattered to him. you were stunning in every sense of the term.

but liking people like that just wasn't in his DNA, so oliver decides that yeah, it's just the swimsuit.

so he'd pursued you like any regular game. he'd flirted, he'd complimented, he'd suggested- and you hadn't reciprocated,

"I hope it's not an issue," you continue, snapping him out of his thoughts. oliver meets your eyes and sees something familiar flickering- something he sees in his reflection, too. a challenge.

so he flashes you a smile. "it's no problem. i'll just have to take you out sometime else, then."

that would've gotten anyone else. they'd consider his words for a moment and then say 'well, actually...' and come right home with him. but instead, you raised an eyebrow and gave him a resolute smile. "no, thanks. i'm not interested."

oliver aiku looks at you. you look at him.

anyone sane would back off. anyone sane would say 'okay!' and take any other woman home, because god knows they'd say yes. but oliver has never been a normal guy, and he thinks you make him realize something: that he doesn't want to just take you home.

he'll get your number, and he'll try again. but this time, he thinks he'll take you out to dinner, first. and maybe a few dates after that. he doesn't think it'd hurt to hear you talk some more.

oliver tells himself that it's just because he's smart. this is simply him changing his strategy to switch up the game. he wasn't interested at all, and the way his heart thunders in his chest is just his imagination, for sure.

so he smiles at you in a way that's different from his usual one- it's fewer teeth, more shine. and he hopes you can see the glint in his eyes- challenge accepted.

[hiddenlife-manager]

Oliver Aiku Oral

Oliver Aiku x Fem Reader

Extra: Rough, gagging, facial, cum, fingering, moaning, recording, Oliver slight praise, honestly could be gender neutral if you chose to ignore cunt and clit, and more

Authors Notes: Hello I am so happy to post this because dude I am on my knees for this man. Have been for time and been trying to figure out how to write it.

Your mouth was wrapped around his length as drool began to dribble down to his balls. The sounds of grunts echoed through the living room. Your one hand was placed at the base of his length as another gently rubbed against your clit. Moans vibrated against him as his head was thrown back.

"Baby, you’re so good at this." He groaned while reaching for his phone. You cried out, shoving a finger into your hole. You were dripping wet as you heard the little pet name he gave you. His hands shook as he went onto his camera and recorded a video of you.

Your mouth raised up, leaving a pop to echo through the heated room. You began to lick at the tip of his cock, teasing him. You glanced up to see him recording you. You lowered your head down to the base of his cock, licking it gently. His fluffy black hair stuck to his face, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

“Ah- Oliver I need you in me.” You whimpered tears dripping down your cheek, prompting a chuckle to leave his lips.

“Not yet baby.” You curled your fingers in your hole as you raised your head up with your tongue out. You licked at his cock and finally brought him down into your mouth again. You shoved him deep into your mouth, hitting him against the back of your throat. You gaged while his hand grabbed the back of your head, keeping you down on his cock. You continued to shove fingers into your cunt, your slick dripping onto his carpet.

It became harder to breathe with his cock in your mouth and his phone close to your face, showing how you were nothing but his cock sleeve. You removed your finger from your cunt, a moan ripping through you while he pulled your head off his cock. He shoved you back down, and you grabbed at his thighs to push away while he thrust into your mouth. Your fingers are covered in slick dripping down his thigh.

"I’m so close, baby." He groaned while thrusting up into your drooling mess of a mouth. "You’re gonna take it right, baby!" You hummed his cock, causing you to gag. He pulled your head up and held the camera close to your face. He removed his hand from your head and found its place at the base of his cock. He began to jerk himself off, his phone right on your face while you opened your mouth.

His hands went at a fast pace, his grunts echoing through the room. Eventually, with one last jerk of his cock, lines of his cum came out, hitting your face while some entered your mouth. You went up to his cock, licking up the cum.

"You look so pretty, baby." He groaned as he felt himself becoming extremely sensitive to you licking him up. He held the phone to your messed-up face. Oh, how he was going to watch this video over and over.

[ardorwritesfanfic]

Worship || Oliver Aiku

A/N: ever since I got to the Japan U-20 game in the manga, this man has been on my mind. He literally won’t leave 😩.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Fboy!Oliver, body worship, oral (fem!receiving), alludes to penetrative sex, Oliver has a tongue ring, mostly just fboy turned softboy Oliver lolol.

"No" is not a word that Oliver was used to. In fact, no one has ever dared to deny the man anything. He was used to getting everything he wanted. Any other person he wanted, he had them, no questions asked. Until you.

You were the only person to ever deny him. It took a hell of a long time for him to get you exactly where he wanted, but even now as you both strip yourselves of your clothes, you deny him. You force him to take things at your pace instead of his. He hadn't even touched you yet, but all he could think about was you. All you had to do was strip, and you had him wrapped around your finger. He liked playing with you this way. He wanted to win you, to earn the right to touch you. Goddammit he was going to earn it, he practically begged for it.

So there he sat, with your hand gripping his hair, forcing his face away from your heated core. His eyes were laced with list as he leaned his cheek on your thigh. “Please, princess, let daddy have a taste~” he purred, licking his lips. You scoffed, keeping your hand firmly in his hair. He whined, feeling his cock harden at your lack of regard for his wants. His large hands slid up your thighs, as a smirk spread across his face. “You look so beautiful, princess. Your thighs are perfect, and your cunt… looks divine.” He purred, his words sending shockwaves to your core.

A blush danced across your face, as you turned your head away from him. “D-Don’t think you can use your pretty words to get what you want. You’re going at my pace, remember?” You hummed. Oliver chuckled, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. He looked up at you, his eyes soft. It was a look you had never seen from him before.

“We’ll go at your pace, I promise.” He spoke, almost in a whisper. In that moment, a wave of trust washed over you. Your hand let go of his hair, and you waited with anticipation for his next move. Oliver placed loving, delicate kisses up your thigh, before pressing a kiss to your core. You whined at the feeling, blush growing darker. Oliver’s hand traveled up, intertwining his fingers with yours. He gave you a reassuring squeeze, before dipping his tongue inside you.

He lapped at your aching walls, flicking his tongue in and out of you. You felt a cool metal ball massage your walls. That fucking tongue ring! You moaned with pleasure, gripping his hair and pulling him closer to you. His one hand stayed interlocked with yours, rubbing the back of your hand. The other, slid up your leg to caress the skin of your hip. Everything about his approach was gentle, seeming to savor every last taste you could give him. You could feel yourself begin to grind on his face, before he stilled your hips altogether. He detached himself from you, breathing heavily. "You are... gorgeous." He muttered, his face covered in your juices. "I've never seen a body this beautiful." The hand that rested on your hip made its way over to your pelvis. He looked up at you before asking, "Do you want me to rub your clit?"

You blushed at the statement, not quite sure how to go about answering. You nodded shyly, before tugging his hair, signaling that you wanted him to continue. Gently, he brushed his thumb over your sensitive bud, gauging your reaction. You gasped at the sensation, covering your mouth. Oliver chuckled, before returning to bury his face in your pussy. His tongue massaged your insides, using the metal tongue ring to skillfully trigger all of your sweet spots. It was heaven. Your hips grinded against his face, feeling the stimulation from his tongue and his thumb become too much to bear. "O-Oh shit, Oli, I'm gon-nah gonna cum!" You cried. Oliver grinned into your cunt, letting your ride his face as he continued tongue fucking you.

His pace quickened, encouraging you to orgasm. The pleasure continued to build inside you, until the tension in your lower abdomen snapped. With a loud, sinful moan, you let yourself go, riding Oliver's face as you came. Oliver's hands helped to stabilize you, keeping you grounded as your orgasm rippled through you. Once he lapped up your juices, he detached from you, climbing up on the bed to hover over you. He rubbed your sides, waiting for your next move. Your hands moved to grab his face, and you pulled him into a searing kiss. You then parted, taking this chance to catch your breath.

Oliver smiled down at you, leaning down to whisper words of encouragement. "You were so good, baby. You taste so good, I never want to taste anyone else again. You're my goddess divine." He chuckled as your blush darkened, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His sincere smile soon turned to a cheeky one, as he leaned down and said "Now I need to please you with my dick, like a real goddess~"

[blueparadis]

oliver aiku 💚 for your valentine event!!

Aria. Luv you and him both. Don't make me choose lol.

—

The professor isn't late. You and the horde of students are early. It is the first day of last semester. It is livelier than you had imagined but that shattered soon enough when you noticed there was only one seat left in the class.

Ofcourse it had to be him. Damn it. Oliver Aiku.

After a minute or so when the class has already started Oliver spoke. His voice was so low that he had to lean in close and whispered, “Have a hard time making new friends?”

This is definitely not flirting.

“i’ve a plenty of friends.”

“Really? How many?”

Four but you could count them as tons. “so-oh many.”

Oliver gave you a raised eyebrow as if he found it hard to believe you.“We should go out sometime. I’d like to meet them.” 

Little did he know he already had.A week ago at a party when he tried to take you home, hitting on you so shamelessly yet you had a hard time resisting his charms.

“I don’t know. Our club’s pretty exclusive.” Exclusive to hanging out at home, eating pizza, and watching old reruns of reality TV. 

“Okay. Then just you and I.” quick and short.

Did he just ask you out?

Your heart was about to pound out of your chest. The guy was hot. Like, roll off a magazine cover hot, and his confidence just made him all the more enticing.

You twisted in your chair, already feeling warmth grow in your lower stomach as memories of dancing with him at the club flooded your brain, stealing all rational thought, and barely managed to respond. You bowed down your head,chin almost touching your collar bones to hide your smile.

It was settled. His first date. Well, he had gone to plenty of dates but this time was the first when he was the one making the advances.

—

[satrs]

Hi✨ if you're still doing the drabbles I wanna request A6 with Oliver please :)🩷

To the event

FEATURING; AIKU OLIVER x FEM!READER

୨୧ TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! pwp. Somnophila. fingering. dirty talk. petnames(beautiful only once).

୨୧ WC; 0.3k

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

He couldn't help it.

You just looked so cute as you sleep away your troubles peacefully, chest rising and falling with each calm breath you took.

His hand found its way beneath the covers, sneaking itself into your panties. A surprised hum left his lips at your wetness, fingers gliding through your puffy folds to gather your arousal on them.

Soon, your breathing got faster, his sinister movements reaching you in your deep slumber, mind thinking of various scenarios of him, head turning from side to side as you try to fight your lust-filled thoughts.

But he, Oliver, made them impossible for you to ignore. The tip of his finger rubbed your sweet spot repeatedly, earning low huffs out of you. And if he angled it just right, he might get one of those sweet moans he loved out of you.

“Does that feel good?”

His voice was shallow, not speaking to you or himself, but to your weeping cunt, sucking his thick finger in as lewd sounds turned up in volume with each skillful thrust of his.

You were still asleep, at the bridge of crossing consciousness, eyes fighting with sleep as your face twists in both confusion and pleasure.

His gaze was on your glistening cunt taking the finger he shoved inside, milking it as if it was his cock. Hisheterochromatic eyes soon rose to your face to get an answer out of you, breathy laughter soon being replaced by a smirk tugging on his features. "By the looks of it, it does."

His grin did not flatter, even after your eyes flutter open, hanging low with remnants of sleep as you knit your brows, confusion washing over your face as your gaze shifts to the blanket that barely covered your stomach, odd movements visible from above.

"Mornin', Beautiful. Hope I didn't interrupt your beauty sleep." You put the puzzle together, being hit with realisation just as he inserted his second digit, almost imediantly earning a moan in respose.

"Sorry. But your pussy 's been callin' out for me." He stated in his defense, a third digit following suit.

"Can't have her restless now can I?"

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: Here is pt 2 of this

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In this story, she is Isagi's older sister. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"What are you staring at? Acting like you saw a ghost." Sae said as he got up from the ground. (Y/n)'s face flushed in embarrassment and bowed.

"Sorry. I was just surprised!"

Sae kept quiet as she spoke, observing her face for a moment.

"You are that Isagi guy's friend? I saw you yell at him during the match." The redhead said bluntly, causing her to flinch a little.

"Ah... that... sorry for disturbing the game. And I am his sister."

"Sister? In that case, can I talk to you for a moment? It's concerning your brother."

(Y/n) blinked for a moment, but then slowly nodded her.

"Sure..."

As the duo kept talking, they didn't notice a pair of photographers, who were initially following Sae, look at them in an intrigued manner.

After about 30 minutes, and a punch to Oliver's gut, Isagi finally calmed down and they were both sitting on a bench in a nearby park. Isagi didn't talk much as he glared at Oliver while the older was explaining the situation to him. The U-20 captain was a little annoyed at the treatment Isagi was giving him, but he understood it... kind of.

'I guess I would have done the same if I saw my sister cry because of a guy... but damn, I didn't think he had a punch like thus one in him.' Oliver flinched, touching the sore spot on his stomach. Isagi was meanwhile lost in his thoughts, being torn between feeling sorry for Oliver and wanting to punch him again after hearing the reason why he made his sister cry.

'So that's why she was acting off back then. I honestly thought she just scored a bad grade on a final exam...'

"Why weren't you honest with my sis? You claim to love her, yet you couldn't be honest with how you really felt. You make 0 sense, Aiku." Isagi finally spoke up, sending a glare in his direction.

"I know that pretty well. I needed a year to understand what I did wrong."

"Why are you even doing all of this? Do you want her to come back to you? Or do you expect her to forget what had happened just because you apologized?-"

"Of course I don't expect her to forget what I did. I just... I don't know. I really miss her. (Y/n) deserved better than me, but I just can't forget her." Isagi stayed quiet, contemplating what to do with Oliver's explanation as the said boy continued speaking.

"I kind of wish I could travel back in time and delete that message,but that's sadly not something I can do."

"Well you are right about one thing. You definitely don't deserve my sister. And if I could, I would kill you now."

Oliver chuckled a little at Isagi's words as the boy continues.

"But, sis won't like the idea of me doing that. Even if she said all of those thing to you, I can tell she still likes you."

"You think?" Oliver spoke up, Isagi's words definitely getting him interested.

"I know my sis. When she loved someone once, she has a hard time hating them... even if they acted like a douchbag."

"I hope you are right..." The older boy let out a sigh, ignoring the last part. Isagi's glare softened a little and he got up from his spot to look down at Oliver.

"What?"

Isagi kept quiet for a moment, contemplating the idea that popped up in his head.

"I will help you get back with my sis. As much as I hate you right now, I know she still loves you."

'I don't see why, though.' Isagi thought to himself as he saw Oliver's eyes widen for a moment.

"You... you are serious? This isn't a joke, right?"

"I don't treat matters concerning my family as a joke. Especially something concerning (Y/n). So, either you accept or-"

"I accept. I accept." Oliver said, quickly getting up as well.

"Thank you, Isagi. I can never repay you."

Isagi said nothing as he kicked Oliver's leg, causing him to flinch a little.

"What was that for? Wasn't the punch to my stomach enough?"

"No. But I think its even now."

Oliver chuckled a little as the boy huffed.

"Don't screw this up, Aiku."

"So... you are still in Japan?"

"Is that a crime now?"

(Y/n) flinched at Sae's harsh tone, but spoke up anyway.

"Not really. But you always said in your interviews that there is nothing worth staying in Japan for." She reminded the boy as they walked on the sidewalk.

"I thought that prior to the match I had with Blue Lock. Now I do have a mission here. It's concerning your brother."

"A mission? Concerning Yoichi?" She raised an eyebrow at Sae's words as the boy continued.

"He has some impressive skills. I want him to join Royale in the near future."

"Huh?" (Y/n) was taken aback a little. Not used to hear THE Itoshi Sae of all people be interested in those things.

'He is so hard to read.' She thought.

"Do you, as his sister, know how to get him interested in the club?" Sae suddenly spoke up, looking back at her.

"Well... I think talking about what Royale has to offer might help. Yoichi's goal is to become the best, like his role model Noa. Maybe start with that." (Y/n) offered as Sae slowly nodded his head.

"But... is your teammate Leonardo Luna in Japan, too?" She asked the redhead.

"Him? No. Why?"

"Ahhh... I am just a huge fan of his. I would have loved to get an autograph from him." (Y/n) admitted with a flustered face as Sae stared at her for a moment. The boy kept quiet, finding her reasoning somewhat stupid, but then an idea hit him.

"I can help you get an autograph... if you help me with getting your brother interested in joining my team."

(Y/n) was taken aback by the offer, keeping quiet to look at Sae to make sure he was serious.

"Really?"

"Sure."

Sae stared at her for a moment, hoping the offer might help his case.

And sure enough it did. After a minute or two, (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Alright, you got a deal."

The next moment... the Isagi household was more than just a mess.

"Sis?! Why did you pick this prick?!" Yoichi yelled, leaving his phone on the table to run to (Y/n)'s room. Iyo and Issei's faces were a mix of confusion and horror.

"Oh my... can't believe (Y/n) picked Itoshi as her boyfriend... why didn't she tell me anything?" Iyo wondered, while Issei wasn't amused with the idea at all.

"I don't like this. Not at all. She is growing up too fast."

"She is 18, Issei." Iyo chuckled.

"So?!"

[soshiros]

𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 ༉‧₊˚. 

being aiku oliver’s best friend is truly a sight… more or so a questionable one when you somehow have energy to put up with whatever makes his mind spin. .ೃ࿐ gn, bffs

˚ ༘ ❥ bff!oliver who will use you as an excuse, meaning that whenever a girl is interested in him he will immediately say that you’re his s/o.

˚ ༘ ❥ bff!oliver who calls you at 2am in the morning, asking you to pick him up from his fling’s house. you only agree because he says he’ll buy you food; and then proceeds to tell you how his fling went as you take back the urge to stop the car and kick him out.

˚ ༘ ❥ bff!oliver who invites you to his football games, even introduces you to his teammates with sendo questioning how you can put up with him, he is truly curious.

˚ ༘ ❥ bff!oliver who will always try to get you to join mixers, even when you don’t want to only to get glared at by girls who notice the two of you are close. 

˚ ༘ ❥ bff!oliver who never tells his flings and exes that you two are bffs, cueing you to sometimes waking up and getting threats from girls you have never heard that were with oliver.

˚ ༘ ❥ bff!oliver who always entertains you when he talks about girls; because between the two of you he’s the only one that has drama.

˚ ༘ ❥ bff!oliver who’s your biggest supporter. sure, he’s insufferable sometimes but he is there to cheer you on for the smallest of things, even if it was a test that didn’t even count towards your grades.

˚ ༘ ❥ bff!oliver who will make you feel like you’re his chaperone in a party, but will somehow get you to play beer pong with him knowing how much oliver sucks at the game

˚ ༘ ❥ bff!oliver who will not let anyone disrespect you. if his current gf says one rude thing about you he will drop her immediately. 

˚ ༘ ❥ bff!oliver who will sincerely have your back no matter what happens.

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[iluvluvnutella]

Oliver Aiku coloring commission ⚽

haven't watched or read the series yet so this is my first bllk coloring/commission. i had fun and can't believe this man is just 19 he giving daddy

[annzera]

Isagi: Good morning Y/N-san! I like your top!

Y/N: *smiling* Than-

Oliver: I have a name you know.

Isagi:

Y/N:

Y/N, massaged their temple: *sighs* why are you like this

[maochira]

hiii~!! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

i have a request; oliver aiku x reader headcanons please!!!

૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა i really really like oliver (hehe) and your stuff sooo hehe i think your hc's would be an absolute delicacy! ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

Hi!! Thank you very much!! I'm very tired and a bit sick at the moment so sorry this is a bit short!!

Requests open!

Current writing event

Tags: gn!reader x Oliver Aiku, established relationship, fluff

-okay so. It's Oliver. We know how he is with dating. But I like to imagine once he finds someone he falls really hard for, he gets very serious with the relationship and tries to not do any damage to it

-and he fell really hard for you!! He also fell first

-Oliver loves taking you out on dates, and he loves to spoil you a bit. He doesn't overdo it because he wants to keep the gift-giving special, so he tries to save his presents for you for special occasions like special dates and monthly anniversaries

-he always calls you nicknames, to the point where hearing him say your actual name just feels off. Whenever he calls you by your name, you quickly correct him to your favourite nickname

-his nicknames for you aren't common ones like "baby" or "honey", he tries to come up with ones on his own to make it more special. Usually, the nicknames are based on something you like or something you did

-Oliver really puts a lot of effort into making you feel special compared to all the other partners he's had before

-SO MANY KISSES. You can't go five minutes without leaving a kiss on each other's mouth or cheek

-whenever you forget to kiss him goodbye he'll be like "Hello?? Where's my kiss??"

-he would totally run after you just to get that kiss ngl