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- dialogue prompt ( “i don’t wanna hang up” )
- dialogue prompt ( “stay with me just a little bit longer” )
- reader gets oral for the first time ⓲
OLIVER
VALENTINES SHORTS
Oliver Queen x Reader
Warnings – NSFW. Smut. Language. Sugar daddy. Lap dance.
Your heels clicked loudly as you walked along the marble flooring towards where Ollie was sat, hips swaying lusciously in time with the deep bass of the song playing through the stereo. You gave him your best sultry smile as you reached him, straddling him with ease.
“Mr. Queen”, you ran your hand over the front of his chest, the expensive cotton was soft to touch.
Leaning back on his seat, he smiled up at you, hands settling on your waist, “Yeah, sweetheart?”.
You drew circles on his shirt with the tip of your scarlet red nails as your ass bumped over his clothed cock. Oliver released a strangled breath before regaining his composure. He smoothed his hands up the back of your stocking clad thighs and cupped your ass, giving it a rough squeeze.
“You like the lingerie I treated you too?”, he eyed your body hungrily, admiring how the lace hugged your figure, accentuating all his favourite features.
“Of course, Sir”, you smiled innocently before biting your bottom lip, tugging on his tie, “You always buy me the most beautiful gifts”.
“I like to treat you”, Oliver winked, “And you’ve been so good for me lately”.
You pulled his tie a little harder and brought his lips to yours. His eyes glazed with lust as his hot breath fanned over your red stained lips, fingernails scratching over the flesh of your ass.
“Thank you Mr. Queen”, you murmured, lips ghosting over his.
“And what am I going to get in return, sweetheart?”, he snapped the material of your lace thong, fingers dancing dangerously close to your core.
You smirked, rolling your hips slowly, “Maybe I can give you a dance, Sir”.
