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{ perfect part 2 - Oliver Queen X reader}
You don't remember how it happened. All you knew is that when you reached your apartment, he pushed you up on the walls and began to kiss you. It was so rough but so gentle. It was addicting, to say at the least. He ripped off his shirt, showing his abs, and his gleaming muscles. He smirked against the kiss. Pulling your shirt off, he latched his lips onto your neck.
Your breath hitches as he started to leave marks on your skin. You moaned and he went back to your lips. With skill, he unlatch the bra. Still kissing, he led you to the bed. He hovered over you.
You don't remember much. Only pleasure. LOTS OF PLEASURE.
*the next morning*
You felt strong arms around your waist. You turned around to see a handsome man in your bed, with his head on yours. His legs were entangled in yours, and it didn't take long to realize your both naked. With this new and slightly amusing fact in your head, your memories of the night before came back. You pulled yourself away from him and headed into your bathroom to change into something. You slipped on your underwear, sweatpants, and a baggy shirt. You walked back into the room, to see him slipping on his shirt. He got up and looked at you.
"You look beautiful." He whispered against your hair. He brought his lips down and kissed you. He pulled away for air, and signaled to your lamp. A piece of paper was there. You turned around and he was gone. You were not sure what had just happened, but you were so hungover it didn't matter.
