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oliver aiku x gn!reader. fluff, valentine’s day, conversation hearts taken literally, implied fwb/casual relationship, slight spit kink? (you pass candy to eachother via mouth/tongue), lots of kissing, oliver isn't a jerk here hooray! 1.4k wc. reblogs are appreciated! 🩵
“‘UR CUTE.’”
you read it aloud, the tiny little red letters poorly printed on the yellow piece of candy stuck to oliver’s tongue, playfully on display for you to get the message. you roll your eyes, breathing out a little scoff of a laugh before leaning forward and kissing him, clumsily exchanging the sweet little heart from his mouth to yours.
this is how you’ve found yourself this valentine’s day, curled up on the couch and in more company than you honestly anticipated, because you know how dodgy oliver can be about blatant romantic notions. but he seems to be doing better than you thought. much better in fact. he called, he came over, that was enough.
you pointedly crunch the hard candy between your teeth as you gleefully rummage through the little dish you’ve dumped the rest of the hearts into to give him a response. you mimic the same action, placing it on your tongue and keeping it there for him to read.
“’FLIRT.’” he says aloud, rumbling a laugh from his chest before leaning in and lewdly pressing his tongue against yours, earning him a sound for his typical brazenness as he scoops the candy up and seals the exchange with a kiss, just as you had done.
oliver rolls the lump of sugar to his cheek before biting into it. “seems we’re both saying quite obvious things tonight, hm?”
you had both agreed to not draw attention to the date today. while things still remain ‘casual’ between you and oliver — as they have for several months now — he still ended up here, only half paying attention to the trash romance movies playing on your television.
there was also an agreement on no gifts… until he showed up with a small bouquet of flowers and these little conversation hearts. of course oliver would break his own rules, but as long as he’s okay with it, then so are you. you won’t turn it down.
he searches for his next colorful quip, one arm thrown over the back of your couch and turned into you, whatever movie you had put on quickly becoming forgotten to him in favor of this little game you’ve started together.
his next candy is blue, held between his pretty white teeth that are framed with his devilishly handsome smirk.
“‘SWEETHEART?’ awww, you must like me or somethin’.“ your tone licks on the border of condescension, all in good fun as you usually like to rile each other up. this time, you curl your finger in the collar of oliver’s shirt and pull him into you. he follows like a dog gaining a treat despite the fact that he’s depositing the candy into your mouth, slick spit coating your lips that comes as no surprise. oliver is rarely ever neat with his affections.
there’s a playful and honestly ineffective shove at his chest, wiping the excess saliva from your mouth with a giggle, chewing the candy and picking another from the dish in your lap. you take note of the ones you pass up before your decided one— pink, and once again placed on the flat of your tongue for show.
‘KISS ME.’
this time, oliver doesn’t read the message aloud, simply following suit with the wordless request. one large hand slides over your neck to rest behind your head, stubbled lips finding yours, warmth pouring over your limbs as he tilts his head to the side and scoots closer, because he never disappoints in this department.
his tongue tangles with yours for a moment, finding the slow dissolving candy and taking it for himself before sucking the lingering sweetness off your tongue.
you keen with a breathless whimper into his mouth, head sent straight to the clouds like he so easily does with you. oliver pulls away, satisfied gleam in his mismatched hues that further tumble you into your dream state.
“you really are too handsome for your own good, ya know that?” you try to taunt with fluttering lashes.
you’re met with a laugh through his nose, the corner of his mouth upturned as he massages the back of your neck soothingly. “so i’ve been told.”
oliver turns his attention back to the candy dish, the tinkling sound of the hearts adding to the light and airy feeling it is to be in his proximity like this. you almost want to thank him for coming over, but you’re pulled from that thought as he places another confection onto his tongue for you.
‘BE MINE.’
you blink, and you blink again, letting your face fall into something that lies between confusion and criticism. you think for a second that oliver is surely just toying with you, because when is he ever serious about this stuff. hell, he avoids it like the plague, like he’s allergic to relationships.
before you can even begin to throw him anything verbal, his mouth is on yours again, his tongue transferring the candy to you with his never-ending smooth confidence that makes your heart stutter and lashes flit like the wings of a timid insect. your hands fall to the fabric of his shirt again, clinging to some stability in the flurry of quick approaching thoughts.
when he pulls away, you notice a different look in oliver’s eyes. there’s an… intensity that you’re not used to, mixed with an apprehension for your response, but no words. out of character for someone as charismatic as he is.
you clear your throat to break his gaze, shifting down to your lap as you grab a handful of the candy hearts into your hand, scanning the tiny letters with a purpose while oliver waits so patiently. so quietly. so unlike him.
you find what you’re looking for after two handfuls of searching through the candies, and discard the excess back into the bowl. you forego the playful game of sticking this one to your tongue, and instead opt to hold it up to his face.
‘ASK ME.’
it’s oliver’s turn to feel the weight, his expression reflecting something akin to how you think it looks when he’s analyzing a play on the pitch in real time, assessing the situation and devising what his next move should be to defend the goal.
only this time, he’s indicated that the goal is you.
after a long and nearly awkward pause, you relent the small heart back to the dish with the rest, feeling like you’ve put too much pressure on the situation, that you’ve spooked him enough to abandon the evening and leave.
“oli, you don’t have to, i was just—“
oliver’s hands slide over the curve of your jaw, cradling you into his burning palms before initiating another kiss that nearly knocks the wind out of you. it’s slow, intense, passionate, like he’s pouring much more than you’ve ever bargained for into your chest that’s rattling with the rapid beating of your own heart.
he breathes into it, likes he’s giving you air, like he’s giving you something heavy he’s been holding onto for much too long.
“will you?” he asks quietly as he pulls away, leaving a mere ghost of a centimeter between his lips and yours. his dual toned irises beam back at you with a fondness and a longing you never knew oliver aiku was capable of.
“will you be mine?”
the question you never thought you’d ever hear from his mouth hangs in the limited space between you. you’d think you’re just imagining this if not for the way oliver brushes his thumbs over your burning cheeks, quelling the anxiety swirling in your head with every stroke. he’s not leaving.
you let your hands cover his own — warm and steady like you’ve always known them — and tilt your head forward to rest your forehead against his.
“you’re such a cliche.”
you think you feel oliver flinch ever so slightly at the words that finally break the silence, and perhaps a flash of vulnerability in his expression when you lean back to get a good look at him.
“asking me out on valentine’s day?” you ask incredulously with a teasing tone that oliver knows so well. “way to be original, oli.”
oliver deflates with a sigh, his forehead coming down to rest on your shoulder. in moments, he’s shaking with laughter, pulling back to flash his usual charming smirk paired with those eyes that tell you more than he has the nerve to say.
“fine. i’ll ask you tomorrow, then.”
and he does. oliver asks you to be his at 12:01am on february fifteenth. you’ve never rolled your eyes so hard in your entire life.
but you’ve never been happier to finally be able to call him yours.
a/n: happy valentine's day everyone! somehow i made aiku fluff and idk how i got here. i don't want to admit how self indulgent this is. i had a spark of an idea and then it tumbled into this and now i'm giddy about it. hopefully you enjoy it too! 🩵
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