Smut prompt:

Anonymous asked: I'm just waiting for someone to ignore the angst and hiatus and write a hot limo olicity sex. HELLO IS IT YOU THAT I'M LOOKING FOR? pretty please

Thank you, dear anon, for this glorious prompt. Limo sex was severely missing from the episode and I hope this is along the lines of whatever you had in mind ;)

Please, please let me know what you think of this! Again, it's gone 3 in the morning as I finish this… I really need to get better at sleeping earlier…

Enjoy!

"To tell you the truth, I don't even care about the bling. All I care about... is you."

Leaning over to meet Oliver's mouth with her own, Felicity willed herself to keep the kiss soft and slow. There was time for everything else she wanted to do to him with her mouth later, but right now they were in the limousine on the way home from the party, and unfortunately they were not completely alone. Their driver sat merely feet away and though she was sure he'd heard people having sex in his car before, she didn't want to add the Mayor of Star City to that particular list.

But Oliver's mouth tasted so good, it always tasted so fucking good, and the little willpower she possessed to not take him there and then was diminishing with every second they kissed.

Her tongue was practically aching to find its way inside his mouth, but instead she kept it pressed fast to the back of her teeth as hard as she could, even when Oliver's own tongue started exploring the confines of her mouth. After a few seconds he pulled back, a confused expression on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked, smiling softly.

"Keeping my tongue to myself, thank you," Felicity replied, shrugging, as though it was something she always did.

Oliver chuckled. "And why is that?"

"Because I know that the second my tongue makes its way into your mouth, I won't have any self restraint left not to fuck you here in the back of this limousine. And as pleasing as that probably sounds to you, I'm not a fan of having sex with another person present," she finished, with a nod in the direction of the driver.

Laughing loudly now, Oliver squeezed her hand.

"You are precious, you know that?" he said, kissing the end of her nose.

Tilting her head up slightly, Felicity met her mouth with Oliver's again, already starting to question the moral she'd just explained.

"I can be quiet," Oliver mumbled into her mouth, his voice low and husky.

"Maybe, but you know from experience that I really can't," Felicity replied, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach and the building heat between her thighs.

Oliver pulled away and laughed again. She loved it when he laughed. It was the only thing she loved more than having him deep inside her.

"I can think of a way to keep you quiet," Oliver whispered, running his satin suit tie between his thumb and index finger.

Felicity watched his hand as it stroked the fabric and she knew exactly what he was suggesting.

"You want to gag me in the back of this car? Right now?" she whispered back, angrily, but also so not angrily, at the same time.

"Nothing would please me more, Miss Smoak,"

God, she loved it when he addressed her like that. And considering the brand new rock on her ring finger, he wouldn't be addressing her that way for too much longer. Her stomach fluttered again at the thought of how her name would sound with his surname on the end of it, her thighs instinctively pushing against each other as she desperately fought with the very last smidgen of her self control.

But Oliver was still tracing that damn tie with his fingers, his beautiful, long fingers that she knew could make her scream in sheer seconds, and all of a sudden she was reaching for his neck, pulling his mouth back to hers and diving her tongue inside. His response was equally as immediate as he bit down on her bottom lip, suckling and nibbling it just the way she liked it. Removing her hands from around his neck, Felicity's fingers found the knot on his tie and made quick work of undoing it and removing the fabric from underneath his shirt collar. As she was doing so, she was grateful that Oliver had the piece of mind to turn on the radio; smooth jazz happened to be the pre-programmed station and it seemed somewhat perfect in that moment.

Oliver's hands took over once he returned his focus and he took the tie from Felicity, draping it over her shoulders before pulling her up onto his lap.

As Felicity straddled him and pressed herself against him, the hardness in his pants brushed against her thigh and she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her throat.

Oliver chuckled as his teeth grazed her neck, his hands winding around her body and darting over her hips to squeeze her behind hard. This earned him another moan and before he could do anything further, Felicity grabbed the tie from her shoulders and forced it into his chest.

"Please, god, gag me now before I say something really inappropriate," she whispered, gazing down into Oliver's dark eyes with hooded ones of her own.

Squeezing her ass hard once more, Oliver smiled before taking the tie from her and gathering the majority of the fabric in one hand.

"Tell me if it's too tight or if at any point it's uncomfortable, okay?" he asked, his eyes briefly losing their look of need in replace for one of care and concern, the way they always did before they did anything like this.

Felicity smiled, pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead and promised that she would.

Smiling back, Oliver lifted Felicity up and laid her down on the cool, leather seat, situating himself between her legs before leaning over and ravishing her mouth with his again. This time it was she who claimed his bottom lip, sucking it inside her mouth whilst her hands roamed his chest, undoing several buttons on his shirt and then sliding beneath the fabric to explore his hot skin.

Removing his mouth from hers, Oliver sat up a little and shifted his weight onto one arm so he could use the other to push his tie slowly into her mouth, watching her face intently for any signs that she was uncomfortable.

The more of the soft fabric that filled her mouth, the more turned on Felicity became, and she scratched at his skin, her nails digging into his chest, begging for more. His eyes were still laced with concern but she could see the hunger in them and it always delighted her to be the reason behind that look. Removing one hand from inside his shirt, she reached down to the waistband of his pants, seeking out the belt and button that held them up. Finding that she couldn't quite reach, Felicity wrapped her legs around Oliver's and squeezed tightly, pushing him further up against her until her fingers found the cold metal of his belt buckle.

"Bite down on this," Oliver whispered, holding a piece of the blue fabric at Felicity's lips.

Felicity nodded and did so, her fingers continuing to make quick work of his belt buckle. As soon as his hands were free again, Oliver helped her, pushing her hands out of the way to pull down his pants and underpants. While his hands were occupied, Felicity wriggled her dress up to her waist and slid her hand into her panties, desperately seeking out any kind of friction against her apex. Her middle finger soon found her wetness and she swirled it around, keening with pleasure, her hips thrusting forward to meet her hand before she was interrupted by Oliver gripping her wrist, causing her to stop her ministrations and snap her eyes up to meet his.

"Felicity," he moaned, deep and low, in a tone that set shock-waves of desire straight to her pussy.

Which was still ridiculously unfulfilled, she noted. She needed him inside her, now, but Oliver seemed to have other ideas as he pulled her hand from her panties and pulled them down her thighs, his head ducking between her thighs to meet her wetness as soon as the material was out of the way. His eyes stayed intently on hers as his tongue sought out her clit, and she used her own eyes, since her mouth was otherwise occupied, to beg, to plead, for more.

Oliver knew what she wanted, but he couldn't resist the taste of her, and as soon as his tongue had started to explore between her thighs, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop without making her come. He was vaguely aware in the back of his mind that they didn't have long before they'd be home but he couldn't find it in him to care too much about that, not with Felicity beneath him, writhing and wet and so, so beautiful.

"You are so beautiful," he hummed against her, watching eagerly as the vibrations rolled over her and caused her eyes to roll back in her head.

Smiling, Oliver spoke again.

"You taste so fucking good,"

Feeling her hard clit brush against his face, he sucked it deep into his mouth before biting down, Felicity's hips bucking in response, her hands gripping his hair to pull his face closer.

Her moans were muffled thanks to the fabric in her mouth, but he could hear them, desperate and full of need. Continuing to graze her clit with his teeth, Oliver slipped two fingers inside her wet heat, heading straight for her G-spot and rubbing furiously against it.

He'd barely begun before he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, clamping down as she came with a weak cry, her fingers tangling in his hair, her thighs trembling. Oliver kept suckling her clit as her orgasm ripped through her, his mouth unrelenting until her grip in his hair tightened even more in a plea for him to stop.

Felicity whimpered softly as Oliver's mouth finally eased up on her, the aftershocks of her orgasm still causing her entire body to shake. She watched him as he sat up and licked his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. She didn't know why he always looked so god damn erotic when he did that but the sight was already making her stomach flutter again. Reaching for him, she grabbed his arms with both hands and pulled him towards her, taking hold of his erect cock as soon as he was close enough. She wasted no time in beginning to move her hand up and down his length, grazing his tip with her fingernail each time she brought her hand back, hearing him hiss softly in pleasure as she did so. Speeding up her ministrations earned her a soft moan, one she knew would have been much louder had they not been where they were. His moan did very nice things to Felicity's ego and she smiled up at him.

Her teasing smile was all it took for Oliver to snap. He needed to be inside her, and now. Grabbing her wrist again he stopped her hand from moving, pulling it away from his skin and sliding into her hard all in one movement. She keened as soon as he filled her, her hips slamming against his with equal vigour. He knew he wasn't going to last long, and he knew Felicity knew it too with the way she matched his every move without missing a beat. But he needed her to come one more time before he could, and unless he started concentrating soon, that wasn't going to happen. Pulling swiftly out of her, he heard Felicity whimper at the loss of contact, her cry quickly returning to a moan as he began to knead her breasts through her dress, his hands baring no mercy on her as they squeezed them hard. Even through the material of her dress he could feel that her nipples were hard and erect and he took great pleasure in leaning down and biting down on each one in turn, causing her to keen in response.

"Please," she managed to say, somewhat muffled against the fabric in her mouth, that one syllable the only thing she was capable of forcing through her teeth.

Her suppressed plea was the only instruction Oliver needed to ease back inside her, sinking slowly as deep as she could allow him to go. Simply being back inside her warm wetness again almost made Oliver come and he gritted his teeth, staving off his impending release for as long as he could.

"Touch yourself," he whispered through gritted teeth. "Touch your clit,"

Felicity moaned at his words and immediately did as he asked, moving her hand down to tease the sensitive nubbin. Nothing turned Oliver on more than watching Felicity touch herself and right now was no different; her muffled moan as she flicked her forefinger against her clit proved to be his undoing and he fell against her as he came, stifling his cry against the soft fabric of her dress, emptying into her.

Oliver's release triggered her own and Felicity came for the second time with a strangled cry, gripping Oliver's shoulders so tightly there would be a bruise there by morning.

Nuzzling the top of Oliver's head with her nose as she came down from her orgasm, Felicity shifted underneath his weight, flinching slightly as his now flaccid cock slipped out of her. Oliver lifted up his head and looked up at her before taking hold of the fabric in her mouth and pulling it gently back out again. As soon as she could, Felicity licked her lips which had become completely dry and reached up to massage the underside of her jaw with her fingers.

"Wow," she whispered, as soon as the ache in her jaw had subsided a little.

Oliver chuckled and sat up, quickly pulling his pants back up again. Picking up his jacket from the seat next to him he used it to softly wipe down Felicity's thighs, helping to clean her up a little.

Her cheeks flushed as he finished and she sat up, wriggling her dress back down again and leaning forward to grab her panties from the floor where they'd been tossed. But before she could place them back on, Oliver took them from her and slipped them into the pocket of his pants with a smirk.

She raised her eyebrows at him as he passed her her coat.

"It'll save time when I get you inside," Oliver simply said, pressing a swift kiss to her lips as the car stopped outside their home.

"I love you," Felicity whispered by Oliver's ear as he quickly used his already soiled jacket to wipe down the leather of the seat.

"I love you too," Oliver smiled, just as their driver turned to inform them that they were home.

"I hope the journey was pleasant enough for you, Mr Queen," he said, smiling, a knowing smile that made Felicity blush a deep crimson.

Chuckling, Oliver thanked the driver and leaned over to open the door.

"It was certainly pleasant," he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Felicity to hear.