⋆˚꩜｡ Oliver Queen / Green Arrow x wife!reader (18+)
Despite being a blonde, Oliver's beard seems to have patches that are blonder than his actual hair...wonder why that is
CW: Smut, p eating, p slapping, squirting, idk if any of this is accurate I was just horny, not much detail at the start I wanted to jump straight into the smut, not proofread, oliver sucks at texting
this isn't meant to be good, I was just horny
Oliver Queen reluctantly attended this gala with you, hosted by one of his business partners, he did everything that was needed of him, shake hands and chat about various vain topics, meanwhile he saw you doing the same in turn. He watched you try to fight back an expression of pure boredom while talking to a couple twice your age and he grinned with your tired displays of attentiveness.
When he started chatting with an associate he was more friendly with, they pointed out a particular detail that he hadn’t realised was so noticeable, “Mr Queen, you bleach your beard?”
He tilts his head at the question? Why would he have? That was until the guy pointed boldly right at Oliver’s goatee, noting the blotches of hair that were somewhat lighter than the standard base colour.
Oliver reaches down and strokes lightly at his goatee whilst speedily smoothing out his mustache “Ah of course!” He chuckles briefly before claiming, “I’m a messy eater and y’know I often eat citrusy things, sometimes it gets in my beard and we all know how the sun reacts to that stuff!”
The other man nods with a contemplative “ohh alright!”
Your hands gripped at his hair as he remains buried between your thighs, his nose poking at your clit and a light tingle is continuous from the inadvertent rubbing of his facial hair against your pussy.
“Ollie, do we have to do this on the balcony ?” You moan the question glancing bashfully to the side at your discarded trousers and panties whilst your husband pulls away to answer, “sorry sweetheart, breakfast doesn’t taste as good as she does!” He grins, keeping one hand to hold open your thigh and the other hand to spread your labia. A surge of blood rushes to his cock at the sight of your puffy pussy pulsing desperately.
How could he resist giving you what your body was clearly desperate for? Shoving his long fingers back into the opening of your tight channel and letting out a pleased sound of the wet squelches.
Embarrassed doesn’t even begin to describe how you felt, but it was certainly welcome because of the way that Oliver shoves two arrow calloused fingers in your heat, pumping vigorously like he was aiming to get something; that something, and you know it well, was for you to squirt a geyser at him.
He smirked as you covered your mouth from expelling whimpers like a miserable puppy, delivering focused flicks and sucks to your swollen clit. A chant of his name rips out of you and it continues at a lower volume as he pressed his free hand on your lower belly, chuckling as you gasp, and the wicked smile was further emphasised by him biting down on his tongue in pure delight.
“Come on baby, I need this pretty cunt to gush all over me…” he encourages, making sure his fingers accurately pierce at your g-spot.
The build up felt like it was about to burst as soon as your husband returned to eagerly slurping your clit. It was savage how he grunted with his lips suctioned against your pussy, moving between making out and trying to devour his top ten favourite parts of you.
A loud yelp ripped out of you as your orgasm crashed over you in what felt like in a sudden rush, and to Oliver's delight, it was paired with a gush against his mouth and beard, greedily gulping whatever is released from you like it was a routine at this point. The clench of your legs over his head was inviting, you could feel the familiar up turn of his lips against your own spasming set that he kept kissing.
He pulled off once your orgasm subsided signalled by a lazy slump back and the relaxation of your thighs against the sides of his head, and allowed himself to exude a thoroughly quenched exhale. He gives your swollen pussy a final reverent glance before delivering a rough spank onto your clit, snickering in a way that makes you feel a flush of embarrassed arousal, “That’s right, this pussy can barely even handle me eating her!”
Oliver pushes himself off the ground, kissing the side of your head and casually sitting back on his chair. You blink in confusion as he digs into his eggs with a content whistled melody, his facial hair still shiny with your squirt that glints in the morning sunshine.
You, on the other hand, were left with your chest heaving, pouting as you shimmy your pants back on without any help from your husband, “jackass…” you mutter.
He only looks up and winks playfully, followed by, “don’t worry baby, I’ll make it up to you after this breakfast, " he gestures vaguely to both sets of plates, digging in once again.
Technically, he didn’t exactly lie to that businessman about being a messy eater–And he definitely can’t resist grabbing his phone, typing a message to you.
The buzz of your device was obvious through your hands and shuffled around your purse to check. A set of notifications from your husband pop up, a buzz following each one as it was sent in quick bursts:
“Lets go home”
“S it on mr fsce in the limi”
“Wha thonf do you have on under that hot nmber?”
“My cpck is leaking babw come on ride mt face”
An eyeroll was your automatic reaction as you contemplated staying and continuing to network, however another reaction that paired with that as you stared at the horribly misspelled messages as a result of his excitement, and that reaction was making your panties soak through.
Clearly he was not gonna make an effort to promote his own self restraint, after all he was pleasantly surprised to see you glancing at him and waving goodbye to some other socialites, making your way to the entrance door. This prompts Oliver to run without even a wave goodbye, motivated by the prospects of eating you out once again, no matter how likely his beard is to grow a platinum blonde because of it.
dividers by @cursed-carmine
