Orgasm Denial - Arrow - Oliver Queen x OFC
She had been teasing him all day and Oliver couldn't wait to get his revenge. As soon as he walked into their apartment, he saw Ava completely naked sitting on the couch waiting for him. He knew this was a game to her and he was more than willing to play along.
Taking his suit jacket off, he loosened his tie and moved towards her. Ava lifted her chin in defiance and smirked, thinking she had him where she wanted him. How wrong she was. Oliver had had all day to think of how he would get back at her for all the teasing text messages she had sent him during the many meetings he had had at Queen Consolidated.
Stepping towards her, Oliver grabbed her hand and pulled her up to her feet, quickly placing her on his shoulder, making her yelp at the sudden movement. He smirked when he placed a well-deserved spank on her ass, sending a clear message that she was about to lose her own game.
Entering their bedroom, he threw her on the bed and stripped down before crawling on top of her. Kissing her passionately, their hands searching each other's bodies for something neither knew what it was. He allowed one of his hands to slid down to her entrance and started playing with her clit, rubbing and pinching it softly, making her moan at the sensation.
Ava dug her fingers on his shoulders, begging him to make her come, but Oliver had something else in mind. She was about to get a taste of her own medicine. He told her she wasn't allowed to come until he said so, slowing down his speed and pressure on her clit. She whined, begging him not to stop. He just smirked before taking his hand from her entrance and placing it on her waist, squeezing it.
Oliver could hear Ava begging him to make her come, but he wasn't easily swayed. Aligning himself with her entrance, he let out a groan, thinking that maybe it would be a lot more difficult than he thought to punish her for what she had done.
He started thrusting, as slowly as he could, to try and prolong the punishment, her pleas and his heavy breathing mixing together in the silence of their bedroom. He would speed up and then slow down, driving her crazy. Oliver could tell she was on edge, her fingers leaving their mark on his shoulders. He didn't care, all he cared about was how far he could push her.
The more he thrusted inside her, the harder was for him to keep his resolve. Between her begging pleas for him to let her come and his own pleasure, he was sure he couldn't hold on for much longer. See her whimpering and trashing under him, in a clear attempt to keep her orgasm at bay, was driving him insane.
Oliver decided she had had enough. He told her to come, his own orgasm dangerously close, and picked up speed. It didn't take much for her to hit her peak, her walls clamping around his cock and screaming his name at the same time, making him come immediately after.
They laid there, taking deep breaths, trying to regain control of their bodies. Oliver was the first one to move. Sliding himself off of her, he got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, his legs trying to keep his body straight, and retrieved two wet cloths. Moving back to her, he cleaned her up first, before cleaning himself.
Laying back next to her, he pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, telling her he loved her and getting a very faint 'I love you too' in response. It didn't take long for sleep to creep in and for them to allow themselves to drift off, Oliver's last thought being that he could make this a recurring thing.