#oliver aiku x male reader

[snaillock]

omg hii?!! i saw ur prompt post and i would like to request 14, and 20 With Aiku and with a he/him reader :3 and uh the genre hmm maybe fluff and a little suggestive? thank uuu

praying for decent and normal interactions on this post then again it’s an oliver fic so who knows

oliver aiku - prompts 14 + 20: "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean." + “shut up and kiss me already.” tags: male!reader, fluff/slight suggestiveness (im still getting a hang of writing suggestive content so bear with me yall💀)

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you quickly entered the passengers seat of oliver’s car, slightly annoyed and embarrassed by the attention he was drawing. “you know you don’t have to honk every time you’re picking me up,” you said as you buckled yourself in only to get no response. you looked to see him eying you intently. “what? what’s wrong?”

“i've been looking for my hoodie…”

“my hoodie, you mean. you left it in my place a while ago and never even noticed so now it’s mine.”

“well you know i always thought you look really cute in my clothes.”

“oh yeah i’m well aware, honey. you’re not one for subtlety.”

he chuckled, rubbing his hand on your thigh, “come on, i really mean it.” he leaned in to whisper in your ear, the warm breath of his mouth brushing against the skin. “you look really good in my hoodie.”

you knew you’ve already fallen into his trap the moment you felt heat rushing up to your cheeks. “ugh shut up and kiss me already.”

“finally,” he grinned and placed his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a deep kiss. you instantly reciprocated as your fingers threaded through his hair.

but once his kisses left your lips and you felt them trail further down from your jaw to your neck, you quickly pushed his head away, making him whine from the separation.

“ok, we’re not doing this here of all places, oliver.” you couldn’t help but laugh at the way he pouted. “that old couple that lives next to me is already sick of us.”

“so what? they haven’t seen two guys kiss or something?” oliver said. you rolled your eyes once you saw the obnoxious smirk return to his face. he leaned in and whispered in your ear, “maybe we can show them some more, sweetheart.”

you scoffed and shoved his shoulder, pushing him away. “i’m so done with you. start the car already.”

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[kiolvrrlv]

okaaay soo hii

what about aiku oliver x m reader but the reader is opposite of oliver? (idk the genre😓)

ill keep leading you on, if you keep leading me into your room

hi :3 THIS TOOK SO LONG GRAAH

school au // oliver aiku x m!reader

warning(s): cursing, enemies to lovers troupe(?), slightly suggestive

you were the loner of your school. if not, then one of the loners. you didn’t have much friends and you weren’t very liked, but that didn’t bother you one bit. you were fine with your current friends and you weren’t bombarded with school kids trying to talk to you. your school life was easy; good grades, teachers liked you. school couldn’t have been better, right?

you were fine in school, if oliver aiku didn’t try to strike a conversation with you.

oliver was the womanizer of your school. rumor has it that he’s slept with half the cheer team! crazy, right? he’s popular amongst the entire campus. not only was oliver attractive, he was also athletic and flirty; what most school-girls would want in a man.

he could have almost anyone he wanted; he could’ve went for the cutest girl or the prettiest boy, but no. he unfortunately chose you as his victim. he’d always talk to you whenever he saw the opportunity to. it was annoying.

you were invited to a party— a frat-party— and you originally decided not to go, but who were you to miss out on an opportunity to have fun? and it was just for one night, as long as you didn’t participate in any alcoholic beverage consumption.

but what was so annoying, was that oliver was going to the party too.

everything was going well. you were on a soft, cream-colored couch which seemed awfully unfortunate if a drink would’ve spilled and ruined it. you were about to take a sip of your punch until you felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around your waist. the person let out a soft sigh; you smelt a hint of alcohol.

“(name)..” the person muttered. you recognized that voice; it was oliver.

you rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. this didn’t go unnoticed by oliver. “is (name) mad..? (name) is mad, isn’t he?” he teased, a soft chuckle coming out of his lips. “come on, pretty boy. don’t be like that..”

he leaned in closer to your neck, planting a soft kiss onto the nape.

“what do you want now?” you groaned, trying to pry oliver off of you.

“i want you, (name). let loose and have some fun with me, won’t you?” he pleaded, placing another kiss onto your neck.

oliver climbed over the couch and sat next to you. he held onto your waist tighter than before. “i promise i won’t do a hit and run.. i’ll stay with you— i want to stay with you, pretty..” he muttered, taking in your scent.

you bit the inside of your lip. you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find oliver attractive at all. his words left a bittersweet feeling. “stop playing, oliver.” you sighed.

“but i’m not, pretty.. i like you— a lot..” he said as he slid his hand under your shirt. “i want you and only you.. please..?”

he sounded so genuine. he wanted to sound genuine— you weren’t just a boy to him. you stole his heart and he let you take it without a second thought. you gave him the fluttering sensation in his stomach that he’s never felt with anyone but you. he wanted to give you those butterflies; he wanted you to let him love you.

he kept leaving small kisses on your neck and occasionally your shoulder. “i love you, pretty. i love you so much.” he muttered into your shoulder. “my pretty boy.”

all his sweet words and sayings couldn’t go unnoticed. it made you shiver; it made you blush. he was so gentle— so genuine. you just had to give in to him.

he started sucking the pulse-point on your neck. he loved you so much and he was expressing it to prove it.

he pulled back after a few seconds; softly kissing the hickey that he just gave you— a hickey that you let him give you. “i wanna be yours, i wanna give you all my love. please..?” he begged as he pulled you onto his lap.

you hesitated a moment before muttering a small “okay”, giving him the consent to give you the feelings that you gave him. opposites really do attract.

i lof chase atlantic 😣

[leosxrealm]

omgggg yoo hii, what about a part 2. of drunk confession?😱 i need to know what happened next

because of popular demand (it was only one 🧍🏼‍♂️) i will now be writing a second part of drunk confessions

Part-01

-ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ- [ᴘᴀʀᴛ-02]

pairing(s): Oliver Aiku x male! reader

warning(s): fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol, aiku's gonna be a little ooc (because i can)

!not proofread!

Oliver Aiku hates himself. he doesn't think anyone has ever hated him as much as he hates himself right now. who's brilliant idea was it to go to a bar in the dead of the night and get shit-faced drunk? oh right, his'. and now he's dealing with the consequences.

even before he opened his eyes, he felt the throbbing pain in his head. after blinking multiple times, or at least attempting to, Aiku was finally able to open his eyes. although a bit blinded by sunlight, he tried to see his surroundings the best he could.

okay, he has gathered some basic information about himself. his name is Oliver Aiku, he's the current captain of Japan's U-20 team; he's in his room right now; and he's hugging his best friend and crush of 6 years. everything's totally normal.

Aiku's body stills the moment it registers in his brain that you are there, right next to him, cuddling him. just what the hell happened last night?

he tried to remember what happened last night, but that only seemed to increase the pain in his head. he took a couple of deep breaths to calm down his raging heartbeat and intensifying headache.

it didn't help. what was he? a high school girl who just accidentally brushed hands with her crush? well, it sure felt like that.

Aiku looked at your sleeping face. you looked so peaceful; messy but still so beautiful. he thinks it's not fair. why do you get to sleep there and look pretty, but he has to panic?

not the time to be pouting, Aiku! his mind drags him back to reality. the reality that was lying in his arms. he thinks of all the things that could have happened last night that lead to this.

oh god, please tell me i didn't-

and the panic was back. someone please tell him he didn't confess to his best friend and crush that he was hopelessly and desperately in love with him. wait- but you're lying in his arms right now, aren't you? so, would it be safe to say that you reciprocate his feelings? or are you only staying with him for the night because you didn't want to leave him alone, which led to you two accidentally hugging him?

if so, then waking up and realizing you're being cuddled by Aiku might make things awkward between you. and that might lead to you never talking to him again. shit- he can not let that happen. (Aiku realizes that his worst enemy is his own mind)

a part of him tells him he's being irrational; even if you find this situation awkward you'd never break your friendship over something so small and well, stupid. and although he should let go of you because you two are grown men, almost in your twenties; not some kids being affectionate with their best friends, he doesn't wanna let go.

call him selfish, but he's liking the feeling of having you in his arms. it's bittersweet, he thinks. almost feels like the reality is mocking him. showing him something that he might never get.

he buries his face in your shoulder, tightening his grip just enough to the point it's not enough to wake you up. he breathes in your scent, it's refreshing. it's everything he has ever wanted. you're everything he has ever wanted.

today, just today, he'll let himself be selfish for once. and with that, he drifts off to sleep once again.

---

the sun was already high up when you woke up. it took you a while to realize that it wasn't the sun's heat that was keeping you warm.

something inside you made your heart flutter when you looked down at the boy hugging you. you couldn't see his face, but from his calm breathing, and light snores, you could tell he was asleep. running your hand through his hair, you sighed, thinking about how you were going to approach the topic.

you were 90% sure Aiku didn't remember anything, so you were gonna have to man up. but right now, you decided to let the boy sleep.

getting out of his grip, was a challenge. although it was hard to do so, you somehow managed to get up. after freshening up, you made your way to AIku's kitchen to cook up something for the both of you.

you were almost done with breakfast when Aiku's familiar footsteps made their way toward the kitchen. you didn't think he remembered anything from last night, but the awkward smile he gave you made you think otherwise.

you gave him an awkward smile back, figuring you could wait till he says anything to you first. you wanted to know how much he remembered.

no words were shared between you during breakfast, and now you were 100% sure Aiku knew that something did happen between you two. Aiku was never the one to stay quiet for so long. If it were a normal day between the two of you, he would have talked your ears off by now.

"something on your mind, Aiku?" you asked the boy after he returned to the couch after washing the dishes. he had fought you to do the dishes saying that it was the least he could do after you made him breakfast.

"nothing," he replied a little too quickly. a little suspiciously too quickly. "right..." you figured you would give him some time. just by looking him in the eyes, you could tell he had many questions for you. but you wanted to see how long it would take for him to come out of his little shell. his awkwardness was cute. and it wasn't every day you saw Aiku get all shy.

---

it didn't take too long. you knew he was gonna question you soon when his legs started bouncing.

"so..." you hummed in response, eyes glued to the television. he cleared his throat before continuing, "did something happen between us yesterday?"

you finally turned to look at him, and in a confused tone you asked a question of your own, "what makes you think that?" the brief flash of panic in his eyes made you almost laugh right then and there. "no-nothing! ...just..."

"just..?" you urged him on. Aiku turned to face you, ready to pour his heart out to you, but got shy all of a sudden from all your undivided attention on him. the look of amusement in your eyes made him realize that you were just toying with him, "you know what i'm talking about!"

"do i?" you cocked your head to the side, pretending to think about it, "i don't think i know what you're talking about, Aiku. you're gonna have to tell me what's up."

he looked away with a barely visible pout. "stop playing games with me," he mumbled with a small frown.

you squished his cheeks with your pointer finger and thumb, forcing his lips into a pout. turning his head towards you. you replied with a playful smile, "you don't remember what happened last night?" he shook his head gently, his shaggy hair covering his eyes ever so slightly. you gave a playful frown, "that's a shame. you were being really adorable last night too."

he perked up at that, now looking at you with widened eyes. adorable? just what the hell did he do?

you gave a slight chuckle before releasing his face. getting comfortable on the couch, you turned to face him, “you called me pretty, and handsome,” you recalled in a teasing tone, “and cute and hot.”

Aiku eyes widened even more than before, “i- i did?” you nodded your head, having way too much fun seeing him like that. "what else did i do?"

"told me you loved me," you said with a shrug. his head snapped towards you so fast you were pretty sure it was gonna come off. "hah???"

"what?" you raised a brow at him as if questioning what's up with his reaction (even if you knew why he acted that way) he quickly averted his eyes.

"nothing man! of course i love ya! you're my best friend, after all," he rushed out the words, ending it with a nervous laugh at the end.

you gave a dramatic sigh, "aw man. what a bummer. and here i was gonna tell you that i reciprocated your feelings" you looked at him. he was already looking at you, eyes wide and mouth agape. "huh-? you? me? feelings? wha-?" you cut him off mid-sentence by placing your lips on his.

you had already pulled back before he could comprehend anything. petting his cheek twice with your first two fingers, you casually got up the couch to go take a shower.

he pulled you by your wrist onto the cushion next to him. "you can't just leave me alone after pulling all that shit," he grumbled. his brows were still drawn together, you noticed. he was still confused it seems.

you sighed softly, taking his hand into yours. "i got a call from you last night," you began, "you sounded drunk so i came to get you and when i was putting you to sleep you kinda confessed to me..." you trailed off not knowing what to say after that.

you didn't dare to raise your head to look at the boy next to you even when you could feel his eyes on you, instead opting to just keep your head down and play with his fingers. "and you like me too?," Aiku whispered from next to you. you finally lifted your head to look at him.

you smiled at seeing his hopeful eyes. "i love you too," you corrected him. he took a deep breath as if processing your words. "oh god..what else did i spill?" he groaned out. a playful smile spread out on your face. "a lot," you replied in a sly tone.

he gave you a look before throwing himself on you, forcing you to lay back on the couch. he buried his face in your shoulder blade and wrapped his arms around your waist. you pecked the top of his head before wrapping your arms around his shoulder. you could feel him smiling against your skin at the small action, which unconsciously brought a smile to your own face.

all was well until he suddenly jumped up from his laying position to more of a plank position (quite literally giving you a whiplash). he was leaning on his arms which were beside your head. "so now we are boyfriends right?" he asked hopefully. you leaned up slightly to kiss him, giving a small 'yes' in between kisses.

the rest of your day was spent having a lazy day on the couch with Aiku.

(a/n): i lost motivation halfway through it and that's why it took me such a long time to write this one. sorry about that anon :)

[megu-nya]

★·.·´ IT'S AN ALL BOY PARTY CLOTHING OPTIONAL `·.·★

★ ¦ anon asked: heey hello😁 i really like ur writing!! they are so god🧎sooo i need to request a aiku x male (sub) reader one🤭

★ ¦ ft: oliver aiku

★ ¦ tw: nsfw :: mlm :: m!reader :: fwb? :: anal

It wasn't rare for you to sleep over at your classmates place, especially not if he extra called you to come here to have some "fun", as he called it. But in reality he just wanted you to come over so you two could have sex, like you did so very often. You weren't a couple, but friends with benefits you weren't too... After all he always wanted you to stay and to cuddle with him, watching a movie and just spending wholesome time together and that's not how your last friendships with benefits have been.

As always, Oliver hesitated not even a second before he started kissing you when you put your bag down on the floor of his bedroom, biting on your lower lip to allow him access to your wet cavern, making you moan as his tongue explored your mouth, the two of you fighting for dominance but the second this battle started it was already clear who'd win — Oliver. And the price was taking your shirt off, or rather ripping it apart and leaving prominent hickeys and bite marks on your neck and chest area, marking you as his and only his.

"I'll buy you a new one", he whispered against your skin when he noticed the annoyed look you gave him, placing a soft kiss on your lips, intensifying it before pushing you towards the edge of his bed, making you trip and fall onto it. But he was quick to follow, now hovering over you as he started to undress himself. First his shirt, putting his defined muscles he trains hard for in the gym every day, then his pants and boxers, your mouth watering at the sight of his hardened dick greeting you, getting you onto bed and moving himself between your spread out legs.

You gave him a quick nod, signaling him that you were ready to take him. A cocky smirk plastered his face at the sight of your mouth practically drooling as you watched him lube up his dick with his saliva, aligning his tip with your ass, teasing your hole just to hear those cute whimpers and pleads from you, asking him to finally fuck you. And he was more than happy to oblige. All you had to do was to nicely ask for it.

Oliver was quick to push his whole length into you, not giving you any time to adjust to his length or thickness, a painful but yet pleasant feeling spreading throughout your lower body, his dick reaching the deepest part of your insides, his tip brushing over that one particular spot that had you see stars over and over again. "Fuck, atta boy", he said when you took him without any complaints. You knew how easy it was for him to lose himself in the feeling of your ass squeezing around him like that so he appreciated it more than he could verbally tell you that you let him do as he pleased.

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[monkayemporor]

I want to try smut again 🤡

[rynfiles]

want u around !

✎ᝰ — post breakups with the blue lock boys

★ — oliver aiku, rensuke kunigami, sae itoshi x gn!reader

★ — genre + warnings: angst + literally all the boys fucked up, ooc for sae (sort of)

The morning rises and Oliver awakens from his slumber, mainly because of his dark-furred border collie, Ella. But also from the recent, recurring, dream, one that brought him peace but also drifted him from reality. You both were dressed comfortably, lounging on the rooftop of his apartment, and enjoying the starry night. You both talk of the future, his soccer career, family, personal thoughts, and just about anything to avoid silence and to say what you truly want to say, that you love him. You were nervous; nervous laughter instead of joyful, clammy hands, playing with the ends of your hair, anxiousness rising, you were a frazzled mess. Oliver took notice and asked if you were okay, instead of responding “normally”, you exploded your heart onto him and told him you love him. Your emotions flooded your brain and mouth, and instead of stopping after the confession, you spewed out how your heart beats for Oliver, how your body yearns for him, your heart tugs at even the thought of him, just everything you’ve held in for the night.

Now his body yearns for you, his head hurts and his heart aches at you being the missing piece from his life. He wishes he didn’t screw up, he wishes your feelings of anger and hatred, he replaced with love and nurture, he just wishes that he had done right. He wishes for you to still be around.

The large double doors open, indicating that the Blue Lock players are released from the facility for a small break. It’s been a gruesome year, some suffered more than others, but it wasn’t the worst the boys have handled. Especially for Kunigami, his world shattered on multiple occasions and his heart was ripped from his chest as well. Not only did he lose a spot in the Blue Lock project but also lost one of the most important people in his life, the love of his life.

As the young male continues to exit, and says his goodbyes to his friends and teammates, he looks around for his parents, and you as well. Now he’s very aware of the certain circumstances between you and him, but that doesn’t stop him from having at least a sliver of hope. He’s praying and begging that you would be next to his parents and hug him tightly, he’s hoping that you’re there to greet him with your warm smile, he’s hoping for some kind of inkling of your presence. Hope is what is keeping his head held high but as he gets closer to the parking lot and finds his parent’s car, anxiety starts to replace that hope. It heightens once his parents spot him and exit the car, but you don’t.

Kunigami's brain starts thinking that maybe you were too busy to come with, maybe you forgot the date, or maybe you actually don’t care anymore. No, it couldn’t be that there’s no way you no longer have care for him, you said you love him. The breakup couldn’t have been that bad that you completely erased him, there’s just no way. Kunigami opens his phone and opens your messages, he sends a text but it doesn’t send. He panics and calls you but it goes straight to voicemail, he tries again yet the same result. He tries to call and text, yet the same message is repeated over and over again.

Kunigami soon becomes frustrated and realizes that you really have erased him from your life.

As he enters his home, Sae sighs heavily from the escape of the paparazzi. Usually, he just ignores him but he has dug too deep into his sorrows and tries every way to avoid them, not even having enough energy to throw a snarky comment at them.

Since that conversation, Sae’s emotions have been running rampant and they’ve been affecting his livelihood, as well as his playing skills. Thankfully, he can play it off and have no one notice but that doesn’t stop his mind from wandering to the last few words that were said and how you walked away teary-eyed. Soon enough, his mind becomes hazy and he misses a shot or incorrectly executes a play, but instantly saves it. Some of his teammates have noticed but don’t dwell on it since they know how Sae can be.

He drags himself to his room, half expecting you to be there and half expecting an empty bed. He plops himself on his bed and immediately starts cursing himself, getting angry at his sloppy plays, getting angry for even wanting to care, angry at allowing himself to become who he became, and just angry at himself. He’s frustrated at how he let fame and recognition change him to hurt his lover, the love of his life, the one thing that brought light to his mundane, cyclical life.

He promised himself to not mess this one thing up, this one thing of perfection, the one thing that he genuinely enjoyed. Yet, he did exactly that. But what did he expect? He’s Sae Itoshi, the man who’d rather put soccer over everything and who would rather tend to himself than to his loved ones. He tried, truly, but even that wasn’t enough to stop you from leaving. Nothing of him could stop him from leaving you and he may as well sit in that truth.

★ I had a completely different idea for these boys but why not write some angst ;p

★ hope you guys enjoy my first post here <3. lemme know which one is your fav !

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: matthew 5:10

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗋𝗒𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[azulock]

I love this slut of a man, so have a continuation for my first post in this blog, just in time for the 100 followers milestone!!

summary. now emboldened by how you seemed to be enjoying his habit of sending you nudes, Oliver tries somethin riskier: sending you a video jerking off. what's that between friends, right?

pairing. Oliver Aiku x F!reader

wordcount. 3,3k

warnings. nsfw (minors back off), male masturbation, cumshot, just oliver being an exhibitionist

over the passing weeks you'd grown used to Oliver's complete shamelessness - and that's just what he wanted. when you never showed any sign of rejection towards his taste for sending you nudes, he just never stopped. and overtime it became like a habit - and he ventured to say he was getting better with a camera.

how often he'd send the pictures to you was anyone's guess. Oliver liked to maintain the surprise factor, but it also depended on how busy his schedule was. tho, you were guaranteed to never go much beyond a week without seeing him in all his glory - and oh, it was all glory.

although you liked to act aloof - something Oliver was used to already - sometimes you'd let it slip that you thought the sight was glorious as well. knowing you liked what you saw only emboldened him, making him feel like he could do more. and fuck, he definitely wanted to do more.

he'd been thinking of sending you something... riskier since this whole thing had started. from the first moment Oliver felt fully comfortable with this game - free to feed his exhibitionist tendencies - he'd wanted to inch towards something dirtier.

Oliver had been wanting for a while now to send you a video of himself jerking off. if you liked the goods in display on the pictures, might as well enjoy seeing them in movement, right? he just hadn't gotten around to it yet. fuck, he'd have to wing it this time around, wouldn't him?

(attachment: 1 image) good morning, guess who left the fucking blinds open again

the notification was the first thing you saw when you picked up your phone in the morning, right after waking up. Oliver started his day early, so this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. and you weren't about to complain, sometimes it was good to start the day with a little self love - and you were thankful when he'd provide the fuel for that.

when you opened the image, your eyes were graced with the vast expanse of a very soft looking bed, Oliver sprawled in the middle of the white sheets. the whole bed was lit by the gentle warm glow of the morning sun, his usual grin was replaced by a lazy smile, half lidded eyes framed by messy black hair looked at the camera from under heavy lashes.

Oliver had one arm thrown over the top of his head, the other laid alongside his torso, a massive hand "casually" scratching at his lower abs - exactly at the start of his trimmed happy trail. he had one leg straight and one bent to the side, covers bunched around his knees, giving you full view of his massive thighs and equally massive cock, laying heavy over the side of his hip.

not a Pulitzer level photo yet, but you had to give it to Oliver, he was getting pretty good with a camera. also, nobody should be allowed to wake up looking this good. the most surprising thing tho, this one message barely ten minutes back - guess even athletes are allowed a Saturday.

you giving the neighbors a show this morning, Oli?

when you noticed it, you had already sent the message. generally, you didn't dignify him with such a fast response - least you allow his ego to grow too big. guess you were just too sleepy to remember that today, or too distracted. the moment you hit send, you went straight back to the picture.

god, it was criminal of him to look like that in the morning, fucking bastard. quickly, you found your eyes tracing down the expanse of Oliver's abs to his cock, where it laid heavy on his hip. shit, even when posed near the massive girth of his thigh, the damn thing still looked impressive - veiny, long and extra thick.

nah, forgot this is the 15th floor, doll? nobody around to see shit

his answer came not even two full minutes after your text, Oliver really had no shame. dragging your eyes away from the picture - much to the dismay of your already clenching pussy - you dignified him with a response. you guessed you didn't have much shame either for entertaining him like this.

good thing, I guess. and you waking up late today, what disaster happened for that? hey, I deserve a break, wanted to sleep in more but as you can see... no luck oh, poor thing, was it the sun that woke you up? or that thing between your legs? cause that morning wood looking downright painful it is a bit bothersome, yeah :'(

immediately following the text, Oliver sent you a photo. if god picked favorites, today he was one, 'cause this timing was sent from the heavens. the moment your message popped in, he was just about to jack off to get rid of the damn morning wood. good thing he'd been too lazy to just straight up do it right after he took that last picture. well, he was gonna take the chance.

you looked at the notification with a smirk. he was feeling bold today, you'd never really gotten two pictures in the same day, let alone within minutes of each other. opening it, there was no surprise - but it didn't mean you didn't enjoy what you saw.

this time Oliver was sat up on the bed, laying against the back rest, plush covers pulled up to his mid thigh. the phone camera looked down at him, that sly smirk back on his face, although there was still some clear sleepiness in his eyes - tho, if anything, looking kinda groggy made him more handsome.

once more, your eyes follow the path from his broad chest, past his abs and down that devious happy trail. he has his large cock held in one strong hand, fist wrapping it snugly, but his fingers not able to fully meet around the thick shaft. you lick your lips, unconsciously clenching your thighs together at the sight. his dick was straining, veins prodding from under the velvety skin, swollen head looking reddish and angry. fuck, you felt ashamed of how much you found yourself wanting to taste it.

poor Oli, is it too sensitive?

you'd taken a couple minutes to answer, and Oliver was already biting his lip in anticipation, fingers flexing around the base of his cock instinctively. but the moment your message pops up on the screen, he relaxes again, fist lazily sliding up his shaft. you were teasing him, that was good, and in his book, it sounded like an invitation. you were playing into the game and all he needed to do now was bridge that gap, then he'd get what he wanted.

yeah, a bit, not gonna lie what you think I should do about it?

oh, yeah, he was definitely feeling bold today. you wondered for a second if you should play into it - the setup was obvious, but Oliver had never been one for much subtlety. you thought for a few moments if you should join into his scheme. you could imagine that devious smirk in his face, the one that was at the same time beautiful and rage inducing.

a part of you considered shooting him off right here, right now, but another hesitated. on one hand, there was allure to taking him down a peg, so his ego doesn't get too big. on the other... well, there was no denying that your body really wanted to see more of him. would it be so bad? maybe, you just wanted to see this through to the end.

hmmm yeah, you earned a break, you've been working so hard for the team, you deserve getting yourself some release put those big hands to good use I guess

hook, line and fucking sinker. you never disappoint, playing right along with him. Oliver should remember to thank his lucky stars, 'cause you were giving him all the leeway he could ask for. now to push the envelope, and deal the deal.

ah, some recognition is nice, thank you. I deserve a little fun tho, maybe I think you could watch~ if you think that'd be enjoyable ;)

there is a pause before you answer, one that feels too long for Oliver as he watches his phone laying on the soft covers. not that it's enough to dampen his spirits though, it just generates anticipation as his fist lazily glides over his thick cock, sending a shudder down his spine. shit, even if you shot him down now he was already too horny, that hard on wasn't going anywhere unless he made it.

maybe~

when Oliver doesn't answer straight away, you feel weird. on one side, it's good he isn't trying to make a video call, you don't think you'd be on the vibe for that - not yet. on the other, would he really do it? hell, what were you thinking, he obviously would. that bastard fed on showing off, much like a plant in the sun. so you decide it's for the best to leave him be now, dropping your phone on the bed and leaving for the shower.

you spend a good while under the running water - part of the time wondering how the fuck did you get in this situation. when you come back to your bedroom, almost half an hour after sending Oliver that text, you are met with a notification. and while it doesn't shock you at all, it still has you biting your lip in excitement.

(attachment: 1 video)

no text, just the video. throwing yourself in bed you open it, Oliver's voice filling your ears before you can even register the image on the screen. you watch as he adjusts the camera, chuckling and muttering an "oops" when he almost drops the phone.

you watch the image shift and move as he props his arm on one leg and readjust the phone so the camera angle catches from the top of his thighs to his head. dominating the foreground of the image, though, is his massive cock, encircled by a large fist lazily pumping up and down as he blows a kiss to the camera.

cocky bastard, nobody should look good from this weird downwards angle, and yet Oliver does. it's unfair, really. he tightens the grip around his shaft, grunting in the background of the shot when his thumb runs over the sensitive head, and you shudder, clenching your thighs unconsciously in response. shit, his hand was huge, and it still covered just a bit over half of his length. you can't believe your bad luck that you'd lost the timing to get ravaged by that monster of a cock.

Oliver starts off slow and lazy, shifting between tightening his grip around his cock to fist himself and letting his fingers glide over his length, tracing that sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft all the way from the base to the head. his tip is already glistening, precum gathering around it as he works himself without a rush - almost as if he doesn't have the most raging boner.

alongside the immaculate visuals, Oliver gives you the most sinful noises, grunting and groaning low and deep as his fist starts to slowly speed up. his voice sends shivers down your spine, electricity running straight down your pussy. you can hear his heavy breathing, sucking up air through his teeth when his fist squeezes hard around that gorgeous cock, the muscles in his abs tightening in response.

you don't even notice your parted lips until they start to feel dry, too engrossed on the sight of Oliver pumping his massive shaft to pay attention to anything else. you can see the precum leaking greedily from his engorged head now. every time his fingers squeeze near the top, more of the transparent pearly beads leak down from his tip to his thick fingers. the light from the sun catches on his skin, and it glistens from the liquid.

he takes in a sharp breath as his hand speeds up, the pooling precum making his movements easier. the image shakes for a moment before Oliver remembers to readjust his grip on the phone, darkened eyes meeting with the camera as he curses under his breath - his cocky exterior crumbling under the pressure of the building pleasure.

god, just from watching you can almost feel it, almost taste the salty precum on your tongue, sense the heat seeping from his heavy cock. it's like you could touch his tense muscles, tracing the bulging veins that travel down his strong forearms and into his large hands, straining painfully under the skin. fuck, it was unfair how enticing he looked, just downright sinful.

in the quiet of his room, all you could hear was a mix of his heavy breathing and the sound of his legs shuffling around the covers, out of view from the camera. your eyes could catch only a glimpse of his powerful thigh flexing as Oliver palmed the leaking head of his cock, smearing his rough palm with precum before wrapping his hand around his fat length again. he was moving faster now, aided by the copious amounts of liquid smeared around his heavy shaft.

Oliver was groaning as he pumped and tugged at his hard length in long strokes. his eyelids fluttered, hiding those beautiful dual colored irises that always made you swoon - though, you fought hard to never let him know. in the background you could pick the sound of his voice low and strained as he muttered something in Japanese, and although you didn't understand it, you could imagine what it was.

you watched intently as Oliver's chest trembled with a deep and animalistic growl, his hips bucking into his hand. your body shuddered, muscles tensing and reacting on instinct - that's when you noticed your lips were parted again, almost drooling this time. honestly, the view was hypnotic, you weren't even sure how long you had been watching, time had just come to a standstill. not that you minded.

you heard Oliver grunt, loud and needy, and your attention returned to the video. his fist tightened around his veiny cock, moving up and down faster and faster. the angle of the video had changed slightly, his face coming out of view, he was probably too gone to pay close attention to the camera anyway. his hips bucked again, and you could see his dick twitch in his hand at the same time a moan left his lips. he was clearly getting close.

deft fingers gripped his erection thigh, Oliver's large fist moving up and down at a voracious speed, his cock looking heavy and slick in his hand. his breath was ragged, tense panting, punctuated by loud grunts and deep, hoarse whispers in a language completely alien to you. fuck, it looked so hot, your intense gaze following his fist as it pumped faster and harder, working his throbbing shaft with desperation.

with a silent gasp Oliver thrust his hips into his fist hard, the image shaking for a moment before he fell back on the bed. he bucked into his hand again as a loud grunt left his lips, holding still for just a moment as his heavy cock twitched wildly, the first rope of creamy, white cum shooting from his tip.

his chest was rising and falling fast as Oliver pumped himself through his orgasm - it seemed long, even to you, his hips trembling breath coming in low groans. you watched mesmerized as rope after rope of cum spilled from his throbbing cock, shooting upwards before landing thick and sticky on his chest and abs, some of it streaming down his hand. fuck, that was a lot of cum, an obscene amount painting long streams of white all over his torso.

his hand milked his cock to the last drop, a long white string connecting the tip to his hip before Oliver rubbed his thumb over it, smearing his thick cum all over his swollen head. he was still panting, muscles still twitching from the intensity of his orgasm. fuck, this was downright pornographic - you were even breathing hard yourself.

you watched as Oliver's cum stained fingers let go of his cock with a satisfied hum. he stopped to breath for just a moment before adjusting the camera with a chuckle - his cock coming out of view as his face came into frame again. darkened eyes looked at you from under heavy lashes once more, the last thing you saw was Oliver blowing a kiss to the camera before the video shut off. shit, how the fuck do you even respond to that?

woah you were really pent up today, huh?

when Oliver saw your message, he had just come out of the shower, hair still dripping on his face and neck as he chuckled at the words in the screen. if he wasn't already used to your playful aloof behavior, he would have felt his ego slightly attacked. but by now he knew that if you really didn't like the video, you would have said way worse - you could be pretty merciless, he knew as much.

either way, this was the foot in the door, he'd get you to crack at some point. he had patience - and after, you were still in the other side of Europe, so this was the most fun your interactions could bring. with a shake of his head, Oliver slid his thumb over the screen, typing a quick reply to you before he pulled up a photo and sent it to you.

happy to see you enjoy~ and yeah, guess I really needed that (attachment: 1 image)

you opened the photo without even thinking, and your eyes were met with Oliver's face, a large smile lighting his features as he struck a peace sign. it could almost be sweet, were it not for how he was naked, muscular chest and abs stained by the white ropes of his thick seed. you can't help but chuckle at how cheeky the picture was - but he does still look hot.

cute~

there you go, teasing him again - not to say he disliked it, tho. but he could tease you too, and by this point he was still too high on his own actions, too emboldened to think too much through his words. well, after all you let him get this far, might as well step a little bit further.

you think? bet you wish you could clear that off of me

oh, he was feeling pretty daring today - a part of you wanted to make a mean joke about him being desperate, but you liked what you saw, and you didn't want to discourage him. besides, it's not like he was wrong, but he didn't need to see you say that, his ego didn't need any more growing.

oh I bet you'd love if I did that, huh? too bad you are still almost 2000km away from me, big guy oh doll, why do you torture me like this? but you are right, it's too bad, if you were here I bet I wouldn't have to use my hands

it was true, if Oliver could have a choice, he'd be giving you a far more hands on experience - but alas, you were on the other side of the continent. he would complain about it, but he wasn't just about to question his luck right now, least he lost it. besides, he was having too much fun for that. he'd take what he could have, and he'd milk it to the very end. but still, a guy could wish for more.

ooooh go betting, fuckboy, maybe some day you could just get this lucky don't tempt me with a good time, one day I might just show up over there ;)

shout out to: @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife

[snaillock]

Hii dear!! a love / attention hunger male reader x aiku oliver?😝

oliver aiku x attention hungry/clingy m!reader

tags: male reader, fluff

he adores your clinginess damn so much. it was certainly a pleasant surprise for him to find out when you two got together. his heart flutters whenever you insist on going with him everywhere and need him near you constantly

and luckily for you, his top love languages are physical touch and quality time. so he’s more than happy to indulge in giving you as much love and affection as your heart desires

and you know he teases you about your clinginess all the time. loves to poke fun at how needy you can get when he isn’t around and definitely enjoys how flustered you get because of it

he certainly doesn’t mind pda and doesn’t care at all to keep your relationships a secret so you don’t have to worry about holding back your affection when you’re both out. in fact he loves to show off his beautiful beautiful boyfriend who's constantly joined at his hip. even if it makes certain fans of his jealous, he still doesn’t care.

loves taking you out on surprise dates where the two of you can just chill out alone and enjoy each other’s company. one of the sweetest gestures he does for you plus it’s also one of the few ways he can spoil you that doesn’t involve money.

taglist(notify me if you wanna be in it!): @userwithlotsoftime @lucas2060

[sukirichi]

sukirichi: about me, navigation, blog rules

suki x naoya art by @yuusagi-chii thank you bb 🥺💕

ABOUT ME.

suki. she/her. bisexual. 19. infj. scorpio. naoya zen’in stan. i prefer asks over dm’s. 

hash brown enthusiast. struggling pre-med student. always thinking about naoya. debating whether i should get izana’s earrings. dark content friendly. 

ABOUT MY WRITINGS/INTERACTING WITH ME.

latest update. always fem! reader. + i’m not good at writing headcanons or shorter fics/drabbles UNLESS it’s for naoya and tokyo revengers.

i do not write about yandere, stalker, non-con, heavily canon plots for jjk & haikyuu, male x male nsfw, blood play, temperature play, lactation, pegging, male characters dressing up as female, monster fucking (sorry, sukuna won’t be getting four arms if you want nsfw for him), bestiality, hypnosis (non-con related), heavy bdsm, ass licking, scat, piss, fart, vore.

i age up characters.

i don’t do well responding with thirsts. it’s not that i don’t like them, but i just do better at writing nsfw plots instead of me sharing my opinions/rambles so the response i’ll give to thirsts might be disappointing lol (feel free to send naoya ones tho LMAO)

I won’t answer asks that could’ve provided you an answer if you read the rules first. If you can read my fics with a thousand word counts, you can read my rules too. hard block and delete to messages with rude or malicious messages and tones. 

Minors are still allowed to read my sfw content, they’re properly marked in the masterlist which of them are sfw or not. Please don’t like/reblog/comment ANY of my nsfw fics. You may interact with me through asks as long as it’s about my sfw fics/you want to send me memes or whatever, but please know your limits! Please properly block all the tags you should block.

please don’t tag/update me in fics that i didn’t ask to be a part of it. it’s super super awkward for me. if you want to recommend me fics, you can drop the link on my asks, but it’s super awkward when people tag me on their own fics especially for fandoms i don’t read about

ageless blogs interacting with my nsfw content will be blocked.

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR.

jujutsu kaisen

attack on titan

haikyuu

tokyo revengers

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo, daishou suguru, sakusa kiyoomi

: draken, mitsuya takashi, seishu inui, hajime kokonoi, ran & rindou haitani, hanma shuji (🥵), chifuyu matsuno, kakucho hitto, kurokawa izana, mikey, haruchiyo sanzu, imaushi wakasa, kisaki tetta

: itoshi brothers, meguru bachira, oliver aiku, rensuke kunigami, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, shidou ryusei, chigiri hyoma, tabito karasu, kenyu yukimiya

: kaeya, diluc, zhongli, kamisato ayato, raiden shogun, yae miko, itto, ningguang, beidou, kazuha, xiao

: bakugou katsuki, dabi, shoto todoroki, shigaraki tomura, overhaul (uhm there’s too much characters i like)

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

: kenma kozume

: baji keisuke

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna

: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

suki's anon babies: (as of 7.15.21) i have my nicknames for these beans based on what i remember from them the most

🦋 - butterfly anon (aka the ones who always give me hit ideas for gojo, if you guys liked “out of reach” yeah, you should thank her. she’s the queen of that.)

🌊 - gojo simp 9487

🐌 - toji daddy

☄ - home from war anon

🫐 - feral megumi anon

💔 - brokenhearted hfw anon

🍞 - the yuuji to my sukuna, baby sweetheart soft choso anon

💎 - fall from grace anon and an absolute sweetie

🌸 - kita naoya twins anon

🪱 - angsty naoya anon

WITOL ANON - my baby 🥺

🥭 anon - kewl anon

🎮 - SEXY NAOYA BRAINED, 12/10 feeds me well

🎧 - another sexy one

👹 - religious good girl for naoya 😈

🐯 - soft sukuna simp 🥺

joker anon 🤪 - joker naoya

shy anon :>

dilf anon 😘

❄ - naoya ice queen wife

🐥 - sweetheart anon

terrible thing anon - music rec for naoya

🐰 - wants to be frens with me 🥺

— (･◡･) - another babie 🥺💕

prettiest bitch in town 🟣 - gojo charanon

six eyes 😎 - gojo charanon

tengen drip sama 👍

junpain drip

🤍 - naoya spoiler anon

naoya’s binch ✨

naoya simp 🤡

k

j

🍦- uwu anon

🍳

uwu

smiley anon :D

fin

😈

👗

🍕

:)

🍱

🌀

🐍

🌾

🍡

🎐

🌻

🎹

🌹

satoru’s weird wife 🧁

🕵🏻‍♀️

aki

👁👄👁

stripper anon 💄

✎ - bonten! husbands hc’s

🐡

🐼

🐧

👼🏻

🥂

Naoya Anon 💓 - 3rd Naoya charanon 🥺

⛲

period anon 🍷

🥞

thot anon - kisses u give to bonten men

eʟ _(:з」∠)_

lilac anon

🌨

🌺

moa anon

riot anon

💳

🦚

jaye anon

dee ✉

💕 - anon who would follow dtd to ao3

🩺

shhh anon - suna hater anon from dtd

sakusa crumber 🤲 anon

🦈

🤺

🦦

anon lemon

[leosxrealm]

-ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ-

pairing(s): Oliver Aiku x male! reader

warning(s): mostly fluff, Oliver realizing he's gay (for you), friends to eventual lovers, mentions of alcohol

a/n: this man is so fine. i wish he existed irl. this was inspired by a random idea that popped in my head in the middle of the night

wc: 1.7k

!not proofread!

Part-02 of Drunk Confessions

the first time you met Oliver Aiku was in middle school.

he was the cute boy on the soccer team that everyone had a crush on. he was like your typical popular boy, with a charming smile, and a cool personality, no wonder girls, and even some boys, crushed on him.

you knew he lived somewhere around your neighborhood. you had seen him plenty of times on your way to school. you would give him a polite smile if you ever saw him. which soon lead to the two of you walking to school together. it took some time, but you two became quite close.

the two of you have always been there for each other. like, the time he comforted you when you were beating yourself up for not doing better on the exam, or when, no matter how busy he was, he would always remind you to eat something and keep yourself hydrated, because he knew you had a tendency to forget to take care of yourself. you were there for him when his own coach had crushed his dreams of becoming a striker, instead forcing him to play as a defender. you supported his decision to become the best defender wholeheartedly.

even after he joined Japan's U-20 team, the two of you still kept in contact. your friendship seemed to grow more and more every day. you even threw a little celebration for him when he was named the captain, just the two of you.

that was when Aiku realized he wasn't as straight as he thought himself to be. no wonder he always hopped from one woman to one another; no wonder he got bored after a week of dating them; no wonder why he wasn't attracted to the "hottest" girl in high school. because he never liked them to begin with. he only liked you.

he sometimes wonders how long he had liked you before he realized it himself? he thinks it started in middle school, around the time you two had became friends. it all makes a little bit more sense to him now; about why his mornings would become ten times better when he would walk with you on the way to school, or why he would play better than he ever has whenever you came to watch his matches (he just wanted to impress you) or why he would get a little flustered when you would compliment him.

although he realizes it now, he couldn't bring himself to be honest with you. he can't bring himself to tell you how much he loves you, how much he wants to just hold you in his arms, kiss you and just simply be with you. he can't bring himself to do that because he loves and cherishes your friendship just as much. he would rather be beside you, stuck with the title of best friend for the rest of his life, than not be in your life at all. and on top of that, he doesn't even know if you like boys.

and although he wonders how great it would be, to be beside you, to have you as his boyfriend, to call you his; the thought of his silly crush destroying your years worth of friendship shatters his heart into a million pieces.

---

with a sigh, he gets up from his bed. he couldn't take it anymore. his head was filled with the thought of you. he needed a distraction. and he needed it now. minutes later, he founds himself at a bar. entering with a fake id, he orders the strongest drink they had. drowning himself in alcohol was probably not the best idea, especially when he found himself calling you.

you knew Aiku was drunk out of his mind when you picked up the call. "Aiku?" you asked in a worried tone. it was very unlike your best friend to call you in the dead of the night, drunk. you could hear his voice on the other side, along with music blasting in the background, but couldn't understand what he was saying.

"where are you Aiku?" you asked getting up from your bed. even if you were tired as hell, you couldn't just leave him alone. it seemed like he was in a pub or someplace like that. "at- at the b-bar" he slurred before getting interrupted by his hiccup, "near my h-hou-" you looked at your phone to see the call had ended, but at least you know where he was.

---

you knew exactly which bar he was talking about, the both of you would go there sometimes to chill after a stressful week. you reached the bar as fast as you could. you found him sitting on the sidewalk just outside the bar. he looked....different, to say the least. his hair was disheveled, and he was wearing his sweatpants with that white t-shirt that you know he only wears to sleep. did he come here because he couldn't sleep? well, it looked like it worked because he looked so close to dozing off.

you slowly approached him, so as to not startle him. "Aiku?" you softly called out his name. he snapped his neck in your general direction, his eyes trying to focus. you chuckled quietly, drunk Aiku was a lot different than your Aiku. "(name)?" he questioned, trying to stand up. you helped him up, and even let him lean onto your side because right now, he wouldn't be able to stand up straight to save his life. Aiku caught a whiff of your cologne, and that was all he needed to confirm that you were in fact his (name).

"(name)!" he cheered, a giddy smile appearing on his face. "yeah?" you questioned. he threw his arms around you, trapping you in a tight hug, "i missed you." you slowly wrapped your arms around him before responding, "you saw me a few hours ago."

"i missed you," he said again, "a lot." you decide to humor him, so you responded with an "i missed you too." his smile widened at that before he let out a laugh. you chuckled too before turning around and crouching a bit. you looked back at him, gesturing with your head, "come on, i'll take you home." he eagerly hopped on your back wrapping his legs around your waist and his arms around your neck. you hooked your hands under his thighs to keep a hold of him, before starting your walk towards his home.

---

entering his house with the spare key you had, you removed your shoes, before walking towards his bedroom. you lowered him on his bed, trying not to wake him up. it seems like he had dozed off on your back. after removing his shoes, you lifted the duvet to tuck him in, when he blinked open his eyes.

"(name)?" he questioned for the second time tonight. "yes?" you answered for the second time tonight. he only gave you a lazy smile before tugging at your hand, "stay."

"i'm right here Aiku. don't worry," even in his drunken state he knew what you meant. you were gonna spend the night on the couch of his living room, just like you had done countless times before. "no no no" he shook his head, "stay with me. right here." you blinked at him, "ya sure?" instead of giving you a verbal answer he just shifted to the other side of his bed, making room for you. 

you got in beside him and watched as he turned to face you. the both of you just laid there for a while, looking at each other, when he smiled all of a sudden, "you're really pretty, ya know? ...or would you prefer being called handsome?" he inquired. you laughed quietly, "i'd prefer whatever you think i am."

"me?" he asked, then closed his eyes as if he was in deep thought. "hmm? i think you are really pretty like really really pretty and handsome and cute and hot and kind and amazing and just...wow," he blurted out, tripping over some of his words. when you didn't answer, he opened his eyes to look at you, and god, he thinks he fell in love all over again. you looked so alluring, with the moonlight highlighting your features, contouring your face in all the right places, and your eyes, oh god your eyes, looking at him. and he couldn't stop himself from telling you just how you made him feel. "i think i'm in love, (name)," he whispered, "with you."

you gulped, what the absolute hell? you were left speechless. first, your best friend since middle school was complimenting you like he was in love with you and then he goes ahead and confirms that he actually does love you. "do you really?" you questioned the heterochromatic boy in front of you. you needed confirmation because if he really did love you like he says he does, it would change everything between you. you can't deny that you felt a slight attraction to your best friend, but just like him, you were afraid to ruin your friendship.

"mhm i do," he said with closed eyes, reaching for your hand in the dark. he weaved your fingers with his. you laid there, snuggled under his duvet, with your fingers laced with the boy in front of you; the same boy you've come to cherish over the years, the same boy you called your best friend, the same boy who just confessed his feelings for you. "if-" you took a deep breath before continuing, "if you really feel this way, then tell me when you're sober."

you watched as a small, sleepy smile stretched on his face; his eyes still close. bringing your hand to his face, he softly kissed your knuckles, before replying with a small, "okay."

you watched as Aiku fell asleep right after that, leaving you with your racing thoughts. if he remembers what happened tonight, he would confess to you. because you knew, that no matter what people thought of his playboy persona, he would never lie about something like that. 

'love' wasn't a word Oliver Aiku throws around just like that. if he does confess to you tomorrow, you would tell him that you felt the same. and if didn't, you would be the one confessing, because now you knew that Aiku wanted to be yours just as much as you wanted to be his. with a content smile, you too fell asleep, just like the boy you loved.

[leosxrealm]

[ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ]

ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ʀɪɴ

ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ

ꜰ**ᴋ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜ [ꜱᴍᴀᴜ] (ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ꜱᴀᴇ

ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ-01] (ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ-02] (ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ

ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇʀ

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