angel face 🩵 oliverrrrrrrrr
Oliver can’t help but smirk at his phone. You have a criminal hold on him, something he couldn’t even begin to process getting rid of, nor would he even really want to. He steps away from his teammates for a moment, not wanting there to be eyes on him while you pester him.
angel face 🩵 can i ask u a question?
SENT id be mad if you didn’t princess
angel face 🩵 GREAT SEGWAY
You send him a picture of a group of Disney princesses, some Oliver recognizes, others a little bit under his radar.
angel face 🩵 who do you think is the prettiest princess? 🥺
Now, he grins fully, not willing to fall into your trap. He’s known you for too long to take your bait and start the world’s most adorable pouting fit. He rolls his shoulders, letting his fingers work their, as he happily calls it, magic, before sending the text that will have you falling at his feet when he gets home.
what bitch already did this with you
His fingers have never moved faster than to call you, his adrenaline pumping as he clicks the call button and holds the phone to his ear, the ringing mocking him as he waits for your end of the phone to be picked up.
You do. He lets out a sigh of relief.
“Baby,” he says softly, but he can’t help the grin that tugs his cheeks. “Don’t even joke like that, you know this lovin’ is for you and you alone.”
“Yeah? And you just happened to know exactly where my adorable question was going?” You grumble.
“I’ve been with you long enough to know your antics, babe,” he chuckles. “Don’t be mad at the player, you need to up the game.”
“And you’re going to sleep on the couch.”
He lets out a laugh and drops his head in defeat, “will that make you forgive me?”
“It’s a start,” you huff. The line goes silent for a bit only your soft breathing coming from the line before you sigh softly, “you promise no side bitches did this already with you?”
“I can barely handle your crazy ass, you think I can handle other women?”
He snickers, “no, baby. No other side pieces did this with me. Besides,” he chews his lip. “I know you got this off TikTok. I’ve seen the thumbnails for it.”
You go quiet. He’s got you.
“Make me,” he sings. “I gotta go, but we’ll continue this discussion when I get home, little miss.”
“Your stuff is going to be on the sidewalk,” you hiss.
“I look forward to it.” He smiles, “I love you.” You grumble something under your breath, and he clicks his tongue, “what was that?”
“Ugh, I love you too,” you snarl. “Bye.”
“Bye baby.” You end the call first, the dial tone signaling the end of the discussion, but he merely brings the phone to his chest to ease his happy, smitten heart.