Dirty Minds Think Alike
Rating: M
Synopsis: A collection of smutty fics based on photo prompts I received via Tumblr.
Ships: Olicity, Smoaking Flarrow, Smoaking Billionaires
Characters: Oliver, Felicity, Barry, Tommy
Season/Episode: Any and all
Category: Smut
Disclaimer: (the usual, don't own, idea was mine though)
AN: See the photos on AO3. Just go to my profile and click the link.
Prompt: Olicity, after a long night of vigilante things. (Submitted by andcreation)
She's already in the shower when he gets home, her voice carrying a melody he doesn't recognize, but already loves because when doesn't he love her voice? It echoes through their condo, and like a child under the spell of the Pied Piper, he follows the sound until he reaches the bathroom adjoining their bedroom. The water runs steadily over her body as he watches her silhouette through the frosted glass before he sets about pulling off his jeans and t-shirt.
It only takes him a matter of moments to rid himself of the day's dirty clothes. He's impatient to get under the spray with her, wanting so desperately to feel her warm, wet skin beneath his lips. The day had been long and tedious, the night even more so. He had told her to go home without him, that he needed to tie up a few small loose ends in the case against the drug dealer they'd taken done before he left the lair as well. She obliged, but not without a lingering kiss that promised more when he came home.
Now, he stands with his hand on the shower door, pulling it open slowly as to not scare her. Her back is to him, hair a golden tangled mess atop her head. Upon feeling the cool breeze, she turns to find him standing behind her, an inviting smile on her face. She slinks over to him as the door closes and wraps her arms around his neck, wet body plastered to his chest. Standing on the tips of her toes, she presses a kiss to his lips. It lingers for several moments before she pulls away, her eyes half-lidded as she stares up at him.
"Welcome home, Mr. Queen," she greets him with such a sultry tone, it shoots pleasure straight down his spine and right into his hardening cock.
A lascivious smile crawls across his face when he runs his hands down her back until they cup the sloping cheeks of her ass. His answer is another kiss, this one filled with the lust that fills him to the brim whenever he's near this woman. "Miss Smoak," he murmurs against her lips before turning their bodies so her back presses against the cool glass. "It's been too long," he adds, running his mouth down her chin until it finds its way to her neck.
He feels her shiver as his tongue slides over her water-slicked skin, lapping at it. Then his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh and she's a goner. A moan resonates through the glass enclosed space, turning up the heat in an instant. Her fingers glide through his hair as the shower spray hits his back while he licks her bitten skin, soothing it with his tongue.
An arm hooks beneath her knee, dragging it up so it comes to rest against his hip, pressing them even closer together. Her hot sex is now pressed against his throbbing cock. He can barely stave off the need to fill her at that moment, but he waits. He waits until she's begging for it. He waits until her body tenses, silently pleading with him to take her where she stands.
He drags himself over her once, twice, three times, cock rubbing harshly against her clit, forcing her body closer to his as she cries out. But she doesn't give in. Not yet. No, she's playing with him, biding her time, seeing how far they can go before one of them breaks. It's a little game she likes to play, to see who's the stronger of the two, see who wants it more. Tonight, he's determined to make her lose, so his fingers sink into the soft flesh of the thigh she has hooked around him, crawling upwards until they're on her ass again.
Stroking between the luscious cheeks, he finds her puckered little hole and applies just enough pressure for his index finger to sink in up to his first knuckle. She cries out, nails raking down his back, her head banging against the glass so hard it shakes. He's almost tempted to ask her if she's okay, but her thigh clenches around his waist and he knows she's fine. Then his name comes spilling from her lips and the game is over. He's won, and now it's time to claim his prize the way he wants.
Swiftly, he turns them around again as he takes a seat on the bench that backs up against the glass beside the door. Her legs spread over his thighs when he pulls her close, her chest pressing into his, hard, rosy nipples scraping over hot, wet flesh. She gasps as his sudden movements, at the way his hands grab her hips and pull them down until the tip of his cock is nestled against her slick, puffy folds. The fat head glides across her slit, teasing her lightly, and her head falls to his shoulder.
"Fuck! Oliver!" she pants, her hot breaths fanning over his ear and he smiles at his ability to make her yield so quickly and so easily. Then again, when she feels the need to be in charge, he yields just as easily to her whims as she does to his. Right now, though, he's done teasing. His cock pulses with need, need to fill her completely, and he pulls her hips down in one swift, smooth motion, burying himself deep in her silky heat.
Above him, she shudders violently, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion, but she relaxes moments later and sighs. "Feels so good," she breathes, burying her face in his neck. Then it's her lips on his skin, her teeth sinking into the corded muscles that has the tides turning in her favor. His hips buck, plunging into her in erratic thrusts that rock her body forward into his. Their hips cradle together and she pushes back slightly until her ass is nestled comfortably against his thighs.
Their eyes meet and he realizes this was her plan all along. She struck when he was at his most vulnerable, when the lust within him had reached his peak, and there was no stopping her now. Her fingers trail down the bulging muscles of his arms, nails scraping along his skin until they're palm to palm. Twining their hands together, she brings his up, over his head, and pins them to the glass wall that supports his back.
Then, she's moving, up and down, her rhythm steady as she fucks him like she's always fucked him. Slow and easy, the pace barely changes, but her eyes steadily grow heavier, boring into his until he's holding his breath. The love he sees in those crystalline pools is deep and pure, just like her soul. He wants to lose himself in that gaze, drown in her love. And he does, every single time her hips meet his, every single time she leans in to kiss him.
They move together, bodies syncing, breaths catching as they move closer to completion. She leans in closer, the bulk of her weight resting against his chest, but she loses her balance. He catches her with ease, one of his hands breaking from hers in order to slide around her waist so they keep their pace.
Time slows as their foreheads press together. And then, it's like a dam breaking. His cock hits her just right, triggering the orgasm she's been holding onto since they started this. Her eyes squeeze shut and she lets out a silent cry, her mouth dropping open as her body goes rigid. He watches it wash over her in waves, her muscles rippling around him, coaxing him closer to his release. But he wants to watch her because he loves the way she looks in the throes of ecstasy. It's not until she slumps into him that he allows himself to let go.
"Felicity," he breathes against her ear, his fingers sinking into her hip as he holds her against him, thrusting up once, twice, three times more before he fills her. It triggers a second, smaller orgasm within her, and she milks him dry. Her hand lets go of his in favor of falling to his shoulder, her arms wrapping around his neck as she burrows her face into the crook of his neck. His band around her waist, holding her close.
"Mmm…" she sighs, her lips pressing a line of kisses down his shoulder. "It has been too long."
He snorts, his fingertips trailing up and down her spine as he gazes down at her where she lays against his chest. "It's only been a day," he retorts.
"One very long, very boring day filled with too many very long and very boring meetings," she says, pecking his lips this time. "I missed you."
One of his hands reach up to cup her cheek. "I've missed you too," he whispers as a warm smile tips up the corners of his lips. "How about we get washed up and continue this in bed?"
"Sounds good to me," she replies. There's a glint in her eyes, one he knows all too well. When she nods, a mischievous grin touches her lips and he knows he's in for a long but very fun night.
