Authors Note: This is my ninth prompt for the Olicity Hiatus-Fic-A-Thon organised by thebookjumper This is my one-shot version. Now a few words, as with these versions they are SMUTTY, they are NSFW! This isn't as smutty as usual, I got more carried away with the story itself to be honest. I like this one, so I hope you do too! x
Summary: Olicity AU. CEO, Felicity meets a handsome stranger whilst clubbing.
The lights of the night club sign were shining brightly and colourfully above Felicity's head. PRIDE. The newest gay club in town. Her best friend, VP of Smoak Technologies, Curtis Holt, had dragged her out for a night on the town with his husband Paul. So to as avoid the near constant ogling of the men who seemed unable to take no for an answer, they decided a nice night out in a gay club would be exactly what she needed. At the age of 25 she was one of the youngest CEO's of a tech company in probably the whole world. The company had been moving from strength to strength, many other big companies wanted to work with her, and several wanted to steal her plans. But one thing was for sure, she hadn't been on a night out in literally years.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea Curtis," Felicity mumbled as they stood in line, with her tugging at the hem of her gold sparkling dress.
"Why? You need a night off," he exclaimed.
"I have to agree with him, Felicity," Paul added with a shrug.
"Just have a drink, dance, let loose and have some fun!" he encouraged with a bright smile. She nodded as she watched a black limo pull up and a group of people came bounding out. Mixes of men and women until the final man stepped out, instantly looking in her direction. He had the brightest blue eyes, they were piercing and it felt like he was staring at just her. She let her head drop away from his gorgeous chiseled and stubbled jaw to her feet, feeling foolish for the instant attraction to a man who was more than likely gay.
"That guy was totally making eyes at you," Paul whispered into her ear.
"What man?" Curtis said looking around.
"Don't be silly, we're at a gay club," she answered with a shrug.
"That doesn't instantly mean every man is gay," Curtis scolded.
"He was too gorgeous to not be," Felicity mumbled with a shake of her head.
"Come on we're nearly at the front of the queue," Paul answered happily.
"I still don't know why you didn't just let Jerry VIP us."
"Because sometimes it's nice to not be known," Felicity answered with a sigh.
"Well no one knows you're Felicity Smoak tech goddess here," Curtis replied with a shake of his head.
"Yes and I like it that way," she answered as they were finally let into the club.
Felicity danced, and drank the night away, forgetting about all her responsibilities, all the stress, and genuinely enjoyed herself. She'd caught the eyes of the mystery man several times, each time making her want to dance harder and drink a little more. She'd seen him swaying to the music but never once moving out the private booth unlike the rest of his party. They seemed to all be celebrating something, practically vibrating, creating a buzz throughout the entire club, that was so infectious.
Later on Felicity made her way to the bar for another drink, the dancing having made her thirsty. She teetered on her heels as she leant over the bar to get the barman's attention. She totally misjudged her step as she fell into the lap of someone. She felt strong arms wrap around her preventing her from face planting the bar or even the floor.
"I am so sorry-" Felicity's words died when she looked up into the piercing blue eyes of the mystery man. She quickly tried to fumble out of his lap but his arms held her in place.
"No need to apologise miss," he replied staring at her.
"I feel there is, you have a very nice, warm lap but my intention was not to sit on it, well fall on it. Or you. Although you have a very nice solid body, I mean muscular body. Like you feel like a Greek god. Not that I am feeling you up, but I am pressed against you," she answered with a cringe but he merely stared at her. "I wish I could blame alcohol for all the talking, but sadly that is all me. I just don't know when to shut up. Or rather my brain doesn't know when to stop."
"It's fine," he mumbled.
"I think I should move."
"I don't," he all but growled and that made Felicity shudder. "I can feel you pressed against me too."
"Oh," she whispered in shock. "But-but aren't you gay?" she asked looking up at him.
"No," he answered as he grasped her hips grinding her against him. She gasped when she felt the evident bulge in his pants and couldn't help but rock her hips slightly.
"That's a definite no then," she joked with a wink.
He groaned lowly. "And I take it you aren't either?" he asked. "Gay, I mean?"
"There was this one moment in college but nope, penises all the way. I mean men. Men." She cringed again, but Oliver merely moved her again. "Why are you here?" she asked.
"My friend got engaged tonight." He nodded his head towards a kissing couple. A petite blonde, slightly more muscular than Felicity was wrapped around a taller dark haired woman. Both seeming so happy and lost in the moment.
"Ah, so you came here for them?" she asked.
"Yes, but I don't dance. Clubbing isn't really my scene anymore," he answered staring at her. "What about you?"
"My best friends brought me here, they said I needed a break from my company."
"You own a company?" he asked with genuine intrigue.
"Yes, a lot of time and hard work to get it to where it is today, and where it needs to be in the future. So no time for a personal life," she answered rocking her hips against him with a breathy moan.
"I understand that," he replied with his jaw clenched.
"No time for a little fun?" she asked staring hard into his eyes. She could see his pupils had dilated, and although clearly enjoying himself something was holding him back. "Or are you actually spoken for?" she found herself asking as her hips stilled.
"No," he replied without a beat passing. "No I am too devoted to my job, not another person," he added quickly.
The drink was clearly making her bold as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "So why do you look equally afraid and excited? Like you want to whisk me off but also like it'll be the biggest mistake?"
"I-I don't-" Her lips latching to his had him stopping dead. She kept it short and gentle, not trying to deepen it.
"You need to stop thinking," she whispered as they pulled an hair's breadth apart. "Tonight is about fun, not worrying and definitely not thinking," she added as she ran her fingers through his hair. Felicity squealed as she was abruptly placed on her feet and he stood up. He grasped her hand in his, practically dragging her through the crowd.
They headed down a darkened corridor that Felicity hadn't even noticed. He came to a stop outside a key coded door. He quickly inputted the number before shoving it open and he pulled her inside. She blinked a few times when he turned the light on before closing the door behind them. She looked around, clearly this was an office of some kind with the desk and computer setup.
"So where are we?" she asked tilting her head.
"The office. My best friend owns this place, he owns several clubs," he answered.
"So you know the code to every office."
"No, but I figured he'd keep them all the same and I remember the one from his other clubs."
"But I thought you didn't do clubbing?" she teased.
"No I don't now, I have other responsibilities," he answered truthfully.
"And we needed a little more privacy?" she asked with a wink.
Instantly he stepped towards her, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. One hand landed on her hip whilst his other tangled into her golden locks. His tongue ran tenderly over her lips encouraging her to open up for him, and with a soft moan she practically melted against him, opening her mouth. His tongue swept in, caressing every part of her. She whimpered as his hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her closer as her hands fisted his shirt. He pulled back when her lungs burned from the need of oxygen but not before placing a small, soft kiss to her lips. God he'd kissed the living hell out of her and she didn't even know his name.
"Oliver, my name is Oliver," he whispered breathily.
"Oh frack, I said that out loud," she answered letting her head drop to his shoulder.
"Yes you did..." He paused clearly waiting for her name.
"Felicity, I'm Felicity."
He nodded with a smile. "Felicity." Just the way he said her name made her heart flutter, and her legs quake, so she pulled back to look at him. "I don't usually do this kind of thing," he whispered, staring at her as both their chests rose and fell rapidly. "Not since I was young and reckless, anyway."
"I've never done this before… ever," she answered as her grip on his shirt lessened.
"Ever?" he whispered completely shocked.
"Running a company doesn't allow much time to have one night stands,." she answered.
"So we're actually doing this?" he asked.
"Well, you did bring me into a locked office, I presumed this is what was happening?"
"I had every intention of, Felicity, but I didn't want to take advantage."
She laughed in response as she walked him backwards so his back hit the door. Her hand travelled over his shirt before pulling it free from his pants. She shoved her hand under it, her fingers rubbing over his amazing abs she could feel tensing. "Not taking advantage, Oliver," she replied as her fingers began to rub at the skin under the waistband of his pants.
"Felicity," he moaned as she began to undo his buckle. "Wait I don't have any con-"
"I'm on birth control, I'm clean."
His eyes seemed to widen at the proposition she had just given him. "I'm clean too, I haven't been with anyone in years," he answered in a clear daze.
She merely nodded continuing with her task. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before slipping her hand inside his boxers. It was obvious he was large from when she'd been in his lap but god, feeling him, that was different. She could feel the excitement rushing through his veins as he grew even harder under her touch. He groaned as she rubbed him with just enough pressure. She gasped in shock when his hand reached under her dress and his fingers rubbed over her dampening panties.
"Oliver," she gasped in surprise. His other hand went to her back, unzipping the dress to free it more from her body.
"God, you-you're so wet," he whimpered as her hand stopped. "You're fucking gorgeous Felicity." He pulled her hand out his boxers before he yanked her dress up her thighs and bunched it around her waist. He pulled her up against his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist and he spun them, pressing her against the wall. Her now hardened nipples rubbed against her dress which caused her to arch her back. Which only made Oliver press his bulge harder against her.
"Oliver, please," she pleaded as her arms wrapped around his neck.
He used his body to keep her pressed against him as he used one hand to pull his boxers and pants down so his erection sprang free. Then he reached around Felicity pulling her panties to one side. "Felicity," he whispered as the head of his cock rubbed against her folds.
"Oh-OH," she moaned, lost in the pleasure. He bent his knees slightly before just the tip pressed into her entrance. She stared at him as he stopped, giving him a nod and a smile of reassurance. He pushed in, in one quick movement. Both gasped, both unable to look away from the other. "Move," she encouraged by thrusting against him. She watched his jaw clench before he pulled out and thrust back in.
"Felicity," he grunted as she tried to move against him.
She met every thrust he made as he moved at a rapid pace, both consumed by the hunger and passion. Oliver pulled his eyes from hers instead kissing on her pulse point as he gave a hard thrust. "Oliver!" she moaned loudly, unable to stop her walls from squeezing him. She could feel her orgasm fast approaching as one of his hands grabbed onto her ass. Her panties rubbed against him, and her clit making her senses heightened even further.
She pulled Oliver's head backup and placed a kiss to his lips, just as her orgasm hit her. She screamed into his mouth, her fingernails raking across his scalp as pleasure overtook everything. She could feel Oliver starting to twitch inside her before he too reached his release. He pressed impossibly further into her, her walls squeezing everything from him which caused another mini orgasm. She panted as she pulled her lips from his, moaning his name loudly.
She felt like jelly, as he continued to hold her there and be inside of her. She could feel his breath on the skin of her collarbones. He was trying to regain some control as she tenderly ran her hand up and down his suit covered back.
"Wow," she whispered into his ear and he chuckled.
"Wow, indeed," he replied looking into her eyes.
"We should probably get back before our friends notice we're gone."
"Oh right, yeh," he answered, looking almost sad and reluctant to step back.
They both moaned lowly as he slipped out of her. He gently placed her back onto her feet, her heels somehow still on. He took a few steps backwards, tucking himself back into his boxers and sorting out his appearance.
Felicity turned her back towards him, pulling her dress back down her thighs before trying to reach behind to zip up her dress. She froze when she felt warm fingers sliding up her spine. She glanced over her shoulder to see Oliver staring intently at her. "Thank you," she said softly as his hands fell to her shoulders.
"No, thank you Felicity," he whispered into her ear, which caused a shiver to run down her spine. She didn't want to turn back around in fear that she would jump his bones again. So she glanced over her shoulder placing a soft kiss to his stubbled jaw. He seemed shocked by the tender moment as she grabbed for the door handle pulling out his grasp.
"It was pretty damn amazing to meet you, Oliver," she said.
"It was amazing to meet you too, maybe we could do this some other time?" he suggested.
"Maybe, if you see me around sometime," she replied with a teasing tone before walking out of the room whilst she still could.
"OH MY GOD!" Curtis squealed as Felicity groaned from her hangover.
"Curtis, I'm too hungover for that," she grumbled into her phone, still curled up in her blankets.
"Felicity Smoak, you sly dog!"
"What are you talking about?" she asked with a groan.
"Paul told me you'd sneaked off with that mystery man last night, the one built like a god!"
"Yes, what point are you trying to make?" she asked unable to hide her annoyance.
"Well you don't usually do those things-"
"Alcohol, dry spell, good looking guy… all reasonable explanations," she answered, unable to hide the smile from the memories of his intense gaze and the way it felt to have her legs wrapped around him.
"Oh no I'm happy for you, hell I'd be ecstatic if you actually had a personal life. But I'm calling because I swear you and Paul must be living under rocks-"
"Curtis, I'm hungover and have no idea what you're talking about, is there a point here?" she grumbled.
"Well Paul was watching the news, you know the local Star City stuff and they were talking about the Mayor-"
"I really don't need to hear how handsome the Mayor of Star City is... again," she replied.
"Oh I think you do, because the Mayor's name is Oliver Queen. As in Oliver, from the club last night."
"HOLY FRACK!" she exclaimed practically falling out the bed in shock. "I had a one night stand with the Mayor! OH MY GOD."
"Yep."
"Oh god. I can never show my face around the city again."
"Felicity, don't be silly," Curtis stated. "You're over reacting, you don't ever have to see him again. It's not like he's gonna randomly pop up at Smoak Technologies, is he?"
"You're right. But god, the Mayor," she mumbled.
"At least now you know what I was talking about," Curtis answered.
"Yes, I can see what the fuss was about," she replied without thought.
"You do know I kind of want all the details."
"Another time Curtis, I need coffee, and my bed," she answered, feeling a weird sense of regret at walking away.
"Well I would say you need to get Oliver in your bed," he teased.
"HAHA, it was nothing more than sex," she answered. "Just two busy people relieving some tension, and having some fun."
"You can't keep using the company as an excuse," he answered.
"I am not in the mood for this conversation," she replied plainly.
"Well Oliver could have helped balance you out, hell you probably could have balanced each other out."
"Curtis, it was one night in an office! It meant nothing," she stated. "It was just a bit of fun."
"Sure, whatever you say," he teased.
"I'm not in the mood for this. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bright eyed and bushy tailed, boss," Curtis replied cheerfully. Felicity merely grumbled as he laughed before she hung up.
She lay back down on the bed in a state of shock. She'd felt more than attraction towards Oliver last night, but now she knew deep in her bones that nothing could happen. They both came from hectic worlds, worlds that couldn't collide.
