Oliver Aiku Fanart Novels & Stories

Nate walked inside with oil on his hand and Oliver face light up in joy. “I thought you left” Oliver said shyly. “Why will I do that? Why will I leave without having a taste of your sweet and creamy pûssy?” He asked and move closer to the bed. He made olivet lye on her chest, before applying the oil on her back. He started massaging her back with his hand, he turned her over some minutes later, he applied the oil on her breat making sure the oil roll down to her pûssy. He kept messaging her bóobs exchanging hands with mouth. Oliver haven’t have this type of fun before, she found herself moaning out.

Just looking at him was enough for their bodies to heat up. Today is the day when they will all sleep together, when Mika will be shared by the band she once only admired from her screen. "Master, may I please suck your cock?" Oliver with more than four million followers asked his lover, a small whimper escaping his lips. Luke, the most popular member with eight million followers, stopped in front of Oliver and used the whip to tease his already dripping cock. "Did I give you permission to speak, boy?" Luke growled animalistically, the sound not only affecting Oliver, but also Bryce and Mika.

“You mean why did I choose a human when I could be with someone like us? Ella is remarkable.” She let out a long breath and smirked. “You sound just like a friend of mine.” “And I’m going to make that grand assumption that this ‘friend’ is Arthur.” Olivia giggled with amusement. “You’re smart as you are skilled on the ice,” she purred. “I think you and I would be magnificent together.” An awful taste fled my mouth at the mere thought. “Too bad that’s not going to happen.” “Surely I could change your mind,” she pressed with confidence.

The smile on his face faints, “I know you don’t like hearing this but, that one is a real gold digger through and through. Good luck, bro.” “Is everyone a gold digger in your eyes now??” I roll my eyes at him, “First Lilith, now Ava Fuller? Would you say the same thing if Scarlett Knight talked to me, too?” “Whatever, bro,” Oliver humphs carelessly, “I once worked on a movie with her, not a huge role. I got her a goodbye present for all the members of the team when I left, and she threw it away on the day. Rumors have it that she’s Knight’s girl, but she keeps a thing with a lot of guys with a big last name, so.”

"He's a real pain sometimes and was the first to come out, then Owen and Orion.” Owen sat down on the couch, hands resting on his laps and his gaze roving over me like he hasn't seen me before. Orion was still standing. Oliver always had a knack of pushing ones buttons, one could never tell if he was being genuinely annoying, he messes with people a lot, and he’s also not the type to be messed with. Can one imagine that? He acts mysterious sometimes, and he doesn’t carry women like trophies as Owen, who’s literally a manwhore at times.

It brought an electric buzz through his pencil. Oliver wasn't a kid, he was eighteen, but still he found pleasure in behaving this way. This was the only childish thing about him, nothing more. His hands moved expertly through the desk, until he was jerked by Taylor, his best friend. In a split second, he saw Taylor licking Eleanor, his girlfriend's pussy like, it was his ice-cream. Oliver eyes dilated as his fingers stopped its movements on the table. Like a bad video tape, the video seemed to expand, and he noted Eleanor's brother filming the two as he stood by the door, away from sight.

As I sighed and made my way back into my house. When I arrived at the room on the top floor, Olivia was already fast asleep on the bed. I knew that I had offered for her to stay in this room with me, and I was glad that she wasn't protesting about wanting a separate bedroom. I watched her sleeping, admiring her beautiful form. After admiring Olivia for a while, I bent and placed a warm kiss on her forehead before I moved over to the study to check on some of my online art projects. In case Bryan didn't know, I used to draw beautiful artworks and sell my drafts to other pack members and some within this pack.

Is he a fan? “Fans are not permitted to ask autographs at school,” Raven voices as she puts down her phone and eyes the guy with head to toe. I hiss at her. “That's rude, Raven,” I look back at the male. “Can I help you?” He nibbles on his bottom lips and then retorts, rubbing his hands in front of him. I almost coo at how cute he looks. “I would love an autograph; I'm a big fan. I'm Oliver by the way and we share a few classes. I've watched you for a long time but never been this bold,” he pauses and looks at the floor. I glance at Raven and back.

"No way. You deal with it." "Please-" but was cut by Olly's girly scream. "What the actual fuck?!" Guess he finally saw the detailed drawing of a certain part of the male anatomy that Tay had so kindly put all over his forehead. Oliver came back, his eyes burning as he took in the marker on the short girl's outstretched palm. "You." There was no point in holding back now so as Nate and I doubled in laugher as Olly chased the yelling girl just as Kevin's car came back.

What about Olivia? ***