Anon: Hey! Love your writing and this is the first time I've ever sent a prompt so I'm sorry if it's no good. Oliver & Felicity are having sex and Felicity does something so sexy that it makes Oliver come WAY too early. He ends up super embarrassed.
Oliver was exhausted, he'd just finished a hard nights patrol, a bank robbery with hostages; thankfully everyone was uninjured and the criminals arrested. But Oliver he wasn't doing so well, he wasn't injured, he was just dead beat. Felicity had gone on a business trip she'd left the city for 7 days and now he was on the 5th night, he hadn't slept a wink the previous 4. He missed her warmth, her soft curves, her scent, the bed felt too big without her there. So he'd basically been running himself into the ground, his days were spent campaigning, and his nights training and fighting crime, with various moments of texts and calls with Felicity between it all.
But bed time, he'd just strip crawling into bed completely drained, but nothing happened. He'd stare at the ceiling, his mind unable to shut off, his body restless without the woman he loved. But tonight he had physically and mental exhausted himself, 4 days without slumber, plus everything else had left him actually craving sleep especially after the exchanged looks of his team.
So when he walked into the home he and Felicity now shared, he didn't even bother to turn on the lights, his eyes easily adjusting to the moonlit space. He pulled his jacket off hanging it up and toed his shoes off too. He unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his jeans as he made his way upstairs. He pulled his t-shirt over his head as he entered their bedroom tossing it to one side. Then he froze staring at their bed.
Felicity was lay there completely naked, her ivory skin glowing in the moon light, her blonde hair bright and loose around her face, her glasses discarded and her eyes sparkling. She was propped up on her elbows, her legs spread wide open for him and he swallowed thickly. He watched as she took in his appearance and bit down on her lower lip. He groaned loudly, he must be hallucinating from the lack of sleep, she couldn't be here she was meant to be on the other side of the country.
"Baby..." She whispered and Oliver was done for, hallucination or not. He strode over to her as she sat up straight and his hands landed on her cheeks as they kissed passionately; their lips melding together in the fire and heat of it all. He pulled away staring into her eyes as she smiled at him with slightly swollen lips. He gently kissed down her jaw, her neck sucking slightly on her pulse point as she threw her head and arms backwards, her palms landed flat on the bed as she pushed her chest towards his bare one.
He smiled as she moaned softly and he stepped between her open legs. She threw a hand forward cupping him through his open jeans. He grunted trying to control himself, he could feel his arousal kicking up a notch so he moved lower licking her nipple before taking into his mouth. She keened then pulling away, her hand falling back onto the bed as his skimmed down her body before brushing against her core. She let out an almost strangled moan and it him straight in his rapidly hardening cock. He sucked her nipple a little harder, circling it with his tongue as he teased her clit. She whimpered softly trying to thrust into his hand.
"Oliver..." She whimpered and her eyes locked with his as he pushed a finger inside of her. She gasped for air as he pulled out quickly pushing two back inside her. He crooked them ever so slightly and she rocked her hips in time with his movement. She moaned loudly their eyes never leaving each other as he switched nipples, his free hand found the small of her back feeling her muscles tightening and relaxing just like the walls around his digits.
Oliver worked her hard; her chest heaving as he crooked his fingers once more searching for that spot. He pulled away from her breasts with a pop when he found it, her whole body shook, her walls clamping around his fingers pulling them deeper inside her wet heat wanting more of him. She screamed his name, rocking so fast his hand on her back slipped to her ass. He worked her through the pleasure, sending mini orgasms through her body; she dropped to the bed his fingers still buried inside her.
He was so painfully hard now, he tried pushed his jeans down one handed and he felt her move around him. She sat up, humming from the feeling of him still there. She pulled his jeans and briefs down till his cock sprang free and she leant forward licking his dripping tip, humming and he moaned loudly. He could feel his arousal was getting too much, his precious control slipping away from him as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his wrist pulling his fingers and hand away from her soaked centre. She slowly put his hand on his cock, her juices making his own shaft slick and she controlled his hand as her other fondled his balls. Then she was licking his tip again, her hand moving over his own.
He couldn't take the sight, his hand soaked in her release moving up and down his shaft, under her control as she licked him, clearly tasting herself as she hummed against him, the vibrations shaking him to his centre. It was all too much, after being so tired for so long.
"Felicity... I... I think I'm gonna-" Before he even finished he was coming, it squirted in her mouth down her chin and she carried on working him as she leant back slightly and he ejaculated all over her chest, her stomach, her thighs. He stood there unable to move, his back bowing from the sheer force of his orgasm, which had happened way too soon. When he was done Felicity release him and he was completely limp, he looked at her as she raised an eyebrow.
"I'm so sorry, that's... That's never happened before." He could feel his cheeks flushing as he tried to stroke his cock awake again. But nothing happened as it hung there lifelessly. "I... I'm sorry." He didn't dare look at her and suddenly her hand stopped his on his cock.
"Hey, I got a pretty good orgasm out of that, pretty sure you did too... if I'm not mistaken." He didn't say anything as a yawn escaped him. "Baby you look tired." She said sitting up straighter stretching her arm out to caress his cheek. "Come on, come to bed..."
"But you're covered in my-"
"It doesn't matter; we can shower and clean up later." He nodded as they crawled into bed together, he yawned again as he curled into her side, his arms wrapping around her not even remotely bothered by the stickiness he'd left behind.
"Why are..." He yawned again. "Back so early?" She gently ran her hand up and down his spine.
"Guys were worried about you, and I can see why."
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"It's okay I won't ever leave you alone again." He smiled into her skin.
"And I promise I'll make this up to you." She huffed out a little laughter.
"Honestly it's no big deal."
"Still... Tomorrow me and you, ravishing... All day." He said kissing beside her breast, she squirmed slightly.
"Stop it, go to bed Oliver, you need it."
"Night Felicity."
"Good night." She said pressing a kiss to the top of his head, his grasp tightened slightly around her and he sighed as finally, after 5 days of hell, sleep over took him.
