Smut prompt: Anonymous asked: if i'm honest i just want to see you write as dirty as possible…lets have more vivid descriptions, more sex language and some kinkier stuff, more fun for you to write and certainly more fun to read!
AN: I had an UNBELIEVABLE amount of fun writing this so thank you, anon! It's been too long since I indulged myself in some shameless smut (writing it anyway, I read it all the time… every day actually…) so yay for the prompt! I hope this is something along the lines of what you had in mind... ALSO! I'll be moving to archiveofourown in the next couple of weeks, once I've been accepted, because I read the ff rules the other day and realised that my fic/s kind of break the rules, particularly the M rated rule... oops. Anyway... enjoy! xo, Lauren
It had been a long week and Felicity was thoroughly exhausted. Not exhausted in the sense that she was tired, exhausted in that she'd had little or no time to herself at all over the last few days, her work life consuming seemingly every second of her time from the moment she woke up until the moment she closed her eyes at night, usually at her desk or on the couch with her tablet on her lap.
To make matters worse, Oliver had been away for three days now, leaving her stressed out in ways she hadn't experienced in a long time, at least not since they'd moved in together a few months back.
So her relief at the opportunity of an early finish, albeit at 10:30pm, that Friday evening had her breaking the speed limit several times on the short journey from her office to the apartment she shared with Oliver, the apartment she had completely to herself for one more night before he was due home. The closer she got to her precious hours of uninterrupted quiet, the more erratic her driving became and it wasn't until she contemplated skipping a red light at a busy intersection that Felicity reminded herself that she would have zero time to herself if she got herself killed in a car accident in the next 5 minutes. Blushing softly, slightly embarrassed by her eagerness to get home, she leaned her foot off of the gas a little and tried to concentrate on getting herself home in one piece.
Unlocking the front door a mere few minutes later, Felicity kicked off her heels and exhaled a deep breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. After slipping off her jacket and jeans, she collapsed of the leather couch, the cool material feeling deliciously refreshing against the warm, flush skin of her body. Laying back against the arm of the couch and closing her eyes, Felicity enjoyed the silence, the first silence she had appreciated in days due to being rushed off her feet at work and being talked talked talked talked at nearly every moment. As someone who'd spent a lot of time alone growing up, weeks like this were overwhelming to say the least and the sudden passage of time with no commitments whatsoever left Felicity feeling giddy inside. She was so giddy in fact, that she found herself glad that Oliver wasn't home and wouldn't be until the morning, although after a few seconds of thinking about him, she couldn't help letting her mind wander to what they'd get up to if he were to come home early. That man definitely had her under his spell, Felicity thought to herself, begrudgingly picking up her phone despite herself and scrolling through her contacts to find his number.
Oliver answered on the third ring.
"Hey, you," Oliver said, connecting their call.
His voice was soft and he sounded far away, which he was, on the other side of the country at a business conference that had required his presence as mayor of Star City.
"I miss you," Felicity replied, wasting no time with small talk.
She heard him laugh softly on the other end of the line and then he sighed.
"I miss you too," he responded.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up by the way, I was just thinking about you and I felt like I needed to call and see how you are,"
"I was actually just about to go to bed considering it's almost half 2 in the morning here, but talking to you is much more appealing right now. What were you thinking about?" Oliver asked, Felicity sure she could feel him smirk down the line.
"Why are you assuming I was thinking anything remotely sexual?" she teased.
"Why are you assuming that I'm assuming you're thinking anything sexual?" he laughed, his tone quite clear that that's exactly what he was assuming.
"Well, if I know you, and I think I do, as soon as I mentioned I was thinking about you, your dirty little mind went straight into the gutter. Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr Queen, by all means,"
Felicity smiled coyly, knowing how much it turned him on when she addressed him like that.
"If my mind wasn't in the gutter before, it definitely is now," Oliver practically sighed, the coy smile on Felicity's face spreading even wider.
Moving her phone from her ear for a second to send him a video chat request, Felicity got up from the couch and headed to their bedroom. Ridding herself of her shirt on the way, Oliver's face was nothing short of delighted when he answered her video request to find her in just her underwear.
Felicity transferred their call to her laptop so she wouldn't have to struggle to find a place to balance her phone and laid down on her stomach on the bed.
"Do you like my new bra?" she asked, smiling sweetly at him once she was comfortable.
"It's very nice," he replied, his eyes focused intently on her chest, the combination of her position on the bed and the taught material of her bra making her breasts look spectacularly full.
Felicity watched his eyes for awhile, smiling, before she leaned her head on her hand, and shifted onto her side, giving him a better view of the before-mentioned garment.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked after a few seconds of anticipating silence.
"Well, I was thinking about asking you to take off your underwear... but then I started worrying about the security of our connection," he admitted, biting his lip.
"Mr Queen, I am utterly offended at your obvious lack of trust in my ability to install state of the art firewalls on technological devices... utterly and thoroughly offended!" Felicity mocked offence and over-dramatically sighed, pouting at him.
Oliver laughed and Felicity wanted to laugh too, the way she always did whenever he found anything even remotely amusing, the sound of his laughter never ceasing to melt her heart, but she forced herself to continue to pout, pushing her lips out even more and creasing her brow.
Oliver giggled for a few more seconds before desire returned to his eyes, his focus now clearly on her lips, which had been her intention.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, still staring at her mouth.
Felicity softened her pout and licked her lips.
"An apology is not going to cut it, Oliver. Take off your shirt," she commanded, her bright blue eyes darkening slightly.
He obliged, pulling the dark blue fabric swiftly over his head and throwing it onto the floor.
As he did so, Felicity sat up and repositioned herself so she was laying back against the headboard, her laptop on the bed in front of her.
"And your pants," she directed once she was comfortable.
Watching Oliver wriggle out of his jeans, Felicity's fingers began to dance around the skin of her chest, scuttling over the soft maroon satin of her bra, following the plunge of the fabric in the middle before moving onto the other side. After a few more journeys of exploration up and down the mounds of her breasts, she danced her fingers down, tracing the soft lines of her abdomen, swirling around her navel and then flitting over her hipbones. Her own hands were nothing in comparison to having Oliver's hands on her, but wonderful sensations began to flush her body all the same.
Returning her attention to her computer screen she found Oliver watching her intently, his jeans removed, and eyes dark with desire.
"I wish I was there with you so bad," he whispered, his fists clenched tightly.
Felicity smiled and flicked her hair over her shoulder.
"What would you do if you were here?" she asked, running her fingertips over her chest again, tracing her collarbone with her pinky.
"You wouldn't still be wearing that bra, that's for sure," Oliver replied.
Felicity needed no further prompt to lean forward and unclasp the material behind her back before slipping her arms out of the straps and discarding it onto the floor.
"What would you do now?" she asked again once she'd settled herself back against the headboard.
She watched as Oliver licked his lips slowly, still taking the sight of her in.
"I'd kiss you, from your pretty little mouth, down your neck, across your collarbones just where you like it most, before sucking your right nipple into my mouth and teasing you with my tongue and teeth until you came,"
Felicity shuddered, thinking about the last time he'd made her come like that. His mouth could do magical things.
"Don't move," Oliver growled, staring straight into her eyes.
Felicity nodded, unable to form words, and watched as he began to kiss along her right collarbone, all the way to her right shoulder, his teeth nipping her hot skin, making her moan loudly. His lips continued their journey down, along the sensitive skin by her armpit and onto her right breast, nipping harder and harder the more she moaned. When his mouth reached their destination and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, scraping it with his teeth as he did so, Felicity's hips jerked up, desperate to make contact with his and Oliver removed his mouth immediately making her whimper at the loss of contact.
"I said, don't move," he said sternly, staring into her dark eyes deeply with his own.
Felicity mumbled an apology quickly, desperate to have his mouth back on her again.
"I will punish you if you move, you know that," Oliver responded, his voice thick with desire and authority.
"I know," Felicity stuttered, "I won't move," she promised, knowing fine well she'd break her promise in the next few minutes.
Falling back into submission, she gripped her thighs tightly to stop herself from reaching up to touch him as his mouth fell back to her breast again, his teeth clamping around her nipple hard. Felicity cried out, desperately trying to stop her hips from jerking up to meet his again, at least for a few minutes until she was ready for him to punish her.
"Felicity? What are you thinking about?"
Felicity was pulled out of her memory, Oliver's voice low and curious. She'd moved her hands back to her breasts and was teasing her nipples, the way Oliver's mouth had been just moments ago in her memory.
"Um, I was just thinking about the last time you made me come like that," she admitted, her sentence coming out in a breathless whisper, realising for the first time that night just how turned on she was getting.
"You were such a bad girl last time, weren't you?" Oliver said, raising his eyebrows.
"I was..." she smiled, shyly, still teasing herself with her hands.
Oliver fidgeted on the bed and Felicity could tell he was becoming extremely uncomfortable in his underwear.
"You're just so fucking good with your mouth, I can't help it," she continued, her shy smile becoming smug as she watched him struggle to focus on anything but his growing erection. "And your hands... fuck, your hands. In fact, yes, I could definitely fuck your hands alone for the rest of my life and never get bored,"
Oliver sighed her name, each syllable hissing through his teeth.
"What's wrong, Mr Queen? Are you getting frustrated?" she teased.
He growled something incomprehensible in response and Felicity giggled.
"Where did you get to, when you were thinking about the last time, before I interrupted you?" Oliver asked, his focus now back on her hands as they traced her chest again.
"I had just promised for the second time that I wouldn't move," Felicity smiled, watching his eyes as he caught up with her memory, knowing fine well where it went next.
Felicity knew she was going to lose any ounce of control she had over her body any moment now as Oliver continued to ravish her breast, her nipple sucked deep into his mouth as his teeth and tongue took turns teasing it. She moaned his name, over and over as her pleasure peaked; the louder she moaned, the harder he teased. His mouth was relentless, ignoring her pleas and moans, suckling and nibbling until Felicity saw stars. Her orgasm took her by surprise and she screamed his name, unable to resist making movement, her hips bucking wildly against him, her arms reaching up to grasp his face and push it even closer against her skin. She had never come this way before, her body had never been this responsive with so little stimulation and she felt her cheeks flush as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripped through her.
With a final and particularly hard bite against her skin, Oliver sat up out of her grasp.
He gave her a quizzing look, his expression unreadable for a few seconds.
"Did you just...?" he asked.
"Oops," Felicity muttered in answer to his question, watching his face.
"Already?" he smiled at her for a second, and then pressed a chaste kiss against the inside of her wrist as she reach out for him again. "I warned you though, I told you not to move, and you will be punished, Felicity," he said, sternly, standing up by the bed.
"Stand up," he commanded and Felicity did, heat already flooding her entire body again as she anticipated what he was going to do to her.
Oliver gave her a minute to steady herself, her legs still weak from her unexpected climax before he took her hand briskly and lead her over to the desk where he moved to stand behind her, pressing his knees into the backs of her legs, causing her to fall forward over the desk. She felt his weight shift over her and all of a sudden his voice was at her ear, abrupt and orderly.
"I told you not to move, didn't I?" he hissed.
Felicity nodded her head. Oliver grasped her ponytail and pulled her head back.
"Didn't I?" he asked again, biting her earlobe.
"Yes, you told me not to move, Oliver, but I didn't listen," Felicity stuttered, correcting herself, her knees weakening at his words.
"And you understand why you're being punished, don't you?" he asked again, still gripping her hair.
"Yes, I understand," she agreed, feeling wetness beginning to trickle from between her legs and down her thighs.
"I'm going to spank you three times, Felicity," he whispered right against her ear, before letting go of her hair and resting her head gently back against the desk.
She felt him take hold of the lace of her underwear and pull it down her legs. As she stepped out of them, he began to work his hands on her ass, kneading and squeezing the skin until it was hot and perfectly stimulated. Felicity couldn't control the moans that left her mouth over and over again as he played with her behind, surges of heat shooting right between her legs.
The first slap took her by surprise and she yelped, pleasure mixing with the light sting his hand left behind. Felicity whimpered as he smoothed his hand over her skin, so utterly desperate to feel him be rough with her body again, to serve her punishment, to do whatever it took to please him.
The second time his hand made contact with her body was harder and slightly further down, his fingertips just catching the edge of her wet heat, making her cry out loudly, pleasure and pain coming together in the most arousing cocktail of sensation once again. She barely had time to steady herself before the third slap came, neither harder or lighter than the last and equally as arousing, his fingers once again meeting the edge of her wetness and before she could even moan in response, Oliver grabbed her hips and pulled her up against his chest, fluttering kisses along her shoulder blades, his hands running softly over the red and burning skin of her ass.
"I'm sorry I had to do that, but you understand why I did, don't you?" he whispered against her skin, still pressing kiss after kiss against her shoulders.
"I know, you don't have to apologise," Felicity whispered back, reaching up her hand to caress his cheek in the same way he was caressing her behind.
As Oliver held her against him, Felicity was reminded of the desire residing deep inside her core, the desire that had only been heightened as Oliver had bent her over the desk.
Forcing herself out of her memory again, Felicity glanced up at her laptop screen, satisfied to find Oliver had shed himself of his boxers and was stroking himself back and forth, his eyes tightly closed.
"Hey, look at me," Felicity whispered.
Oliver opened his eyes a few seconds later, staring intently at Felicity through their connection.
"Touch yourself, the way I touched you next," he half said, half moaned, his mind evidently still on their memory.
Felicity moved her hand down her abdomen again, teasing her soft skin with her fingertips all the while they journeyed down. Once they reached the edge of her panties, she skimmed them over the smooth, maroon fabric, the colour considerably darker at her apex where her desire had soaked through the material. Stroking herself over the material for awhile, she watched Oliver continue to jerk himself off, his eyes never once leaving her exploring hands. Closing her eyes, Felicity focused on her hands too, and the pleasure that was radiating from her core. She imagined her hands were Oliver's hands, teasing her through the fabric still, carefully skimming over her clit haphazardly, though with exceptional accuracy somehow. She imagined he was kissing his way up her thighs towards her apex, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth to lap up the wetness that continued to trickle down them, her arousal absolutely relentless. As her fingers slipped beneath the fabric and began to pull it out of the way, she imagined it was Oliver's teeth that gripped the material and yanked it from her body, the sudden cool air that greeted the apex of her thighs feeling delicious against her wet heat. She couldn't wait to get her fingers inside herself, to play with herself until she reached the orgasm that had been building for the last half an hour. Slipping her index finger between her folds, coating it in her juices before dipping it inside her made her moan loudly, her mind jumping back once again to that eventful time she and Oliver had been reliving inside their heads.
Felicity turned in Oliver's arms, taking his face in both hands, and pressed her mouth to his, their tongues colliding aggressively. His hands continued to pay special attention to her sore behind, and as wonderful as it felt to have his hands worshipping a part of her body she worked hard in the gym to maintain, she needed his hands elsewhere; she needed his hands to release the pressure in her core, the pressure that was quickly becoming unbearable.
"Oliver," she moaned, pressing her hips against him, smearing her wetness against his thigh.
Oliver knew what she wanted without her having to ask and whilst one hand continued to caress her ass, the other slid down between her cheeks, seeking out her arousal. As soon as his fingers made contact between her legs, Felicity keened loudly, moaning his name. That same hand swept across her hip and reached for her from the front this time, wasting no time at all, breaking the contact for a mere second before being right back where he knew she wanted it again. Felicity pressed erratic kisses to Oliver's chest, her teeth biting down on his taut skin as his fingers worked their magic between her thighs. He soon grazed his index finger across her clit and it took every ounce of control Felicity somehow still had to not fly apart right then. The only way she could keep herself focused was to bite down against his chest, hissing an endless stream of almost incomprehensible lexicon, vaguely aware that her mouth would leave an impressive bruise come morning. Oliver moaned into her ear as her teeth sunk into his skin, his index finger pressing harder against her clit whilst he slipped his third and fourth fingers inside her. Felicity melted as soon as his fingers plunged into her and if it wasn't for his tight grip on her ass still, she probably would have fallen. She was close, so close, and she knew that Oliver could tell. Regaining a little strength in her legs again she began to ride his hand, thrusting herself against his fingers right where she was most sensitive. Leaning down, Oliver pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking it in a way that echoed what he'd done to her breasts not too long ago.
Oliver cursing loudly snapped Felicity back to the present moment. At some point during the last few minutes she'd leaned up onto her knees with her fingers inside herself and was mimicking the way she'd ridden Oliver's hand. Glancing over at him, she found him white knuckled, grasping his cock, looking like it was taking everything in him not to come.
"Do you like that?" Felicity teased, continuing to ride her hand, bringing her other one to her apex to tease her clit at the same time.
He grunted his reply and squeezed his eyes shut tight, breathing deeply.
"It's okay, you can come if you want to," she smiled, her own breathing erratic and signature of her impending climax she could feel building to its peak.
"No. With you. I want to come with you," Oliver growled, his eyes still squeezed shut.
"I wish you were here so fucking bad," Felicity moaned, causing Oliver to open his eyes again.
Removing her fingers briefly from inside her, Felicity slipped them into her mouth and sucked, twirling her tongue around them, getting a taste of herself.
"So good," Oliver moaned back. "You always taste so good,"
His hand began to pump back and forth along his length again, his azure eyes now the deepest navy Felicity had ever seen.
Felicity licked her lips, unable to take her eyes off of him, desperate to see his beautiful face as he came.
"It's okay," Felicity whispered again, forgetting momentarily of reaching her own climax, caring only that he got himself off before she did,
Oliver's eyes seared into hers and he shook his head in frustration. Damn it, why did he always have to be so courteous when it came to her pleasure? Felicity knew what she was about to say before she said it, those 5 little words she knew would have him eating out of the palm of her hand.
"It would make me happy," she moaned, breathlessly. "Please, come for me,"
As she knew they would be, her words were his undoing and she watched with hungry eyes as Oliver's hand began to move frantically, his other squeezing his balls, until he came, loudly crying out her name. Felicity ached to be with him, to have him coming inside her instead of all over his chest and as his hand slowed, she bit down on her bottom lip hard, imagining once again that it was Oliver's mouth on hers. She heard him mutter her name again, the last of his orgasm rippling through him and was reminded of her own release, the one pulsing inside her, threatening to rip her apart as soon as she let it.
Waiting until he was watching her intently again, she slipped her fingers back inside herself, two inside whilst her thumb flicked her clit, her other hand palming her breasts, squeezing her nipple between two fingers. Her pleasure built to its peak again quicker than she thought was possible and before she could even breathe, she was coming, Oliver's name searing from her lips over and over amidst a stream of curses.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck, Oliver," was all that left her mouth for the next 30 seconds or so before her body went limp and she fell back against her pillows, spent.
She closed her eyes as her breathing returned to normal, aware vaguely of Oliver watching her from his hotel room at the other side of the country, too far away in every sense of the phrase, than where she, and he, wished he was right now.
"I miss you," he whispered after a few minutes of reflective silence as he sat up and cleaned himself up with his shirt he'd taken off earlier.
Felicity opened her eyes and sat up, smiling.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Oliver," she reminded him, picking up her own discarded shirt and slipping it over her head.
Oliver smiled back, an unbelievably dorky smile, and Felicity's heart soared.
"Love you," she whispered, crawling into bed, suddenly all too exhausted from their cybersex, and from her long week of work.
"Love you too," Oliver replied.