Oliver Aiku X Reader Novels & Stories

I don't think arrows twitch like that. That night, Oliver lay in his small, cramped apartment. The rent was overdue. The student loan emails were piling up. He needed an escape. He pulled out his phone and opened Tinder. He didn't use his real face, just a photo of his torso in a tight t-shirt. His profile name was simply "Oli." Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left. Then, he paused. A profile popped up. User: X. 28 years old. There was no face. Just a photo of a man's chest and abs, taken in a mirror. The body was incredible, broad shoulders, defined obliques, and veins running down muscular arms. He was wearing dark sunglasses in the second photo, sitting by a pool at night.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Olive released her grip on the ankle she had been holding onto. "Didn't I tell you to hold it?" Aaron complained, but with a chuckle. "But, but..." Tears of pleasure filled Olive's big eyes as she looked up at Aaron with a pitiful expression, begging for mercy. But Aaron, being a Lycan, had a sadistic streak. He folded Olive's legs and tucked her arms inside her knees. "It's wet enough; I think I can add another one," Aaron said, adding another finger and thrusting it in and out.

It’s a woman’s voice, but still Max felt tingling jealousy in him. “What the fuck, Oli? You are with a guy. Are you doing sex? Is he satisfied you? Look Olivia, if he can’t, don’t say with him longer. If he can’t fulfill you now, he cannot do it in the future,” Laila’s excited voice was so loud that Max heard everything clearly. His ears turned red but pretended to be busy reading mails. “I hate you, Laila,” Olivia shouted and cut the call.

I want to shove him to the floor and fuck him right here under the spray. Suddenly, Oliver drops out of my grip, sinking to his knees on the wet tile. The water cascades over his blonde hair, plastering it to his forehead. He looks up at me through his wet lashes. His blue eyes are burning with intent. He reaches out. His hands cup the heavy weight of my balls and a sharp hiss escapes my mouth. Oliver leans forward, opens his mouth, and takes the blunt head of my cock between his lips. The wet slide of his tongue almost sends me over the edge right there.

Xavier said as he slipped his fingers inside her. Every nerve in my body tightened. I wanted to storm in there, but I held myself back. Somehow, I wanted to see this filth for myself. Wanted to see what made Olivia cruel enough to do this to me. They were fucking. Wildly. Completely different from the old, boring, predictable sex Olivia and I used to have. I’d never once heard Olivia moan that loudly before. Xavier’s filthy words only seemed to make her even wilder. “Look at you. You love it so much. You’re gripping me so tightly, Olivia,” Xavier said proudly.

I squeezed my eyes behind the blindfold, every cell in my body focused on that palm and my hips twitched for it to slid lower still and touch me where my core throbbed with strange heat I had never felt before in my life. A low gasp escaped me as Oliver’s hand clamped around my jaw. His grip was cruel for the first time, bruising. “Answer me,” he demanded, his voice stripped of patience. He didn't like being ignored. “What felt good, little lamb?” His thumb dragged across my bottom lip, then slid inside my mouth, pressing down on my tongue like he owned it. Like he owned me. “Was it Allister sucking on your pretty nipplés?” he whispered, “Was it Dante’s fingers on your virgin cûnt? Or was it

KAI’S POINT OF VIEW. I felt the tremor in Aurora’s body under the pads of my fingers; it was a fine, violent shivering that traveled from her ribs into the palm of my hand. She was hollowed out, her spirit buckling under the weight of Denise’s lies and the judgmental, narrow-eyed glares of the Orsini vipers. She kept herself pressed to my back, her body trembling like she’d been left in an avalanche of snow on the Antarctic continent.

Oliver settles onto the couch with his book but finds himself unable to focus on the pages. An hour passes before Harper came out of the study and smiled at seeing Oliver on the couch reading a book. She moves to sit on his lap, leaning against his chest and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “What are you reading?” she asks casually. His book slips from his fingers as she settles onto his lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist to steady her. The warmth of her body against his is a welcome distraction from the book he had been pretending to read. “Some detective novel I picked up last week,” he said, his voice a low rumble against her back. His free hand comes up to rest on her hip

I'm sorry that it is like this for us' Lilac whimpered. 'It's now not your fault, I'm comfortable you're my wolf' I tried to motivateolivia P.O.V

His voice was dark and husky and hard to resist. “I-I’ll think about it,” I stuttered. Oliver settled in with his chin resting on my shoulder, reading over me. Occasionally, he’d ask for me to wait to turn a page, and I could tell he had read faster than me when his lips found their way to my skin, which just made me read slower. I could get used to this.