A/N: Wow, it's been forever since I wrote in this. Plus, I haven't been writing that much lately. Haven't been feeling well on top of all the personal stuff I have going on.

Anyway, have some Olicity Smut.

Oliver's arm moved in search of his wife as he buried his head deeper into the pillow but all he felt was empty sheets.

His eyes fluttered open, sliding his hand across her side of the bed. It was still warm from her.

"Felicity?" he mumbled, sitting up slowly.

He could hear the shower running, he looked at the clock and saw it was almost noon.

He wasn't surprised he had slept in so long. Felicity and he were busy most of the night.

They really needed to soundproof their walls before they scarred their children for the rest of their lives.

Since he got back they were catching up on lost time and were as careful as they could be not to let William catch them or overhear them having sex.

They had succeeded so far.

He looked toward the bathroom door that was half open and couldn't resist, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, heading straight for the bathroom.

Steamed filled the room, fogging up the mirror and the shower door.

He could just make out the outline of her body as she washed her hair out.

He walked into the bathroom and pushed his boxers down, he pulled the door open, sliding in behind her silently.

He watched the way her muscles tensed before relaxing a moment later.

She knew he was there.

He wound his arm around her waist and pulled her back until her naked back was flushed against his chest, her every soft curve pressing into the hard lines of his body.

He swept her hair to the side and caught the water slipping down the slope of her neck with his tongue.

Felicity out a low keen, and leaned her head back against him, her arm moving to wind around his neck, fisting his hair.

She tugged on his hair and he felt it right down to his dick as it hardened, pressing against her lower back.

Felicity grabbed his arm around her waist with her free hand, dragging it up her body between her breast, and lifted it to her mouth pressing a kiss to his palm.

Heat flared through him at the feel of her skin, he dragged his hand back down her body, slowly. Stopping on her breast, feeling the weight of them in his hand. The tightening of her nipple against his palm.

His thumb brushed back and forth across it, earning a beautiful whine from his wife.

His other hand moved to her ass, squeezing the supple flesh before siding around and cupping her wet sex.

"Oliver!" Felicity's core throbbed, needing to feel her husband.

"Shh, We can't be too loud." Oliver cautioned her as his thumb found her clit, rubbing against it.

"My mom stopped by earlier and took the kids for the day," Felicity breathed, scratching her nails at his scalp. "They won't be back for hours."

"In that case," Oliver fingers circled her entrance before sinking two fingers inside of her and simultaneously, pinching her nipple.

Felicity cried out, her body jerking forward.

Oliver pulled her back with his hand on her breast, his hips moving against her backside. "God, you're so responsive and wet. I love it."

"For you." Felicity's other hand snuck behind him and gripped his hardened cock.

Her hand on his dick mimicked the motions of his thrusting fingers.

Her hand twisted when he curled his fingers deep inside her and he cursed, pulling his fingers from her body and stopping her hand on him. "I need to feel you wrapped around me."

"God, yes, please." Felicity's body ached with the need for something bigger than his fingers stretching, moving, stroking deep inside her.

Oliver gripped her by the hips, fingers digging into her flesh. "Brace yourself against the wall."

Felicity placed both her hands on the wall as Oliver's hand slid to her back, bending her forward, her back arching.

Oliver gripped himself and rubbed the head of his cock at her entrance.

Felicity let out a whimper and pushed back against him.

Oliver groaned as the head of his cock disappeared into her body. He gripped her by both hips, holding her still. "You know, I'm not wearing a condom, right?"

"I don't care," Felicity said, her voice filled with need. "It's you and it's me and nothing else matters. Please, Oliver, I need you."

Oliver groaned and slid into her slowly.

Felicity let out a low keen.

Oliver gave her time to adjust to his size, feeling her fit him like a tight-fitting glove, stroking into her slowly, burying his length as deep as he could.

Felicity panted, mouth parting, her eyes slid close reveling in the slow pleasure coursing through her.

Oliver pressed himself as deep as he could curling around her, feeling the hot water pouring over their naked wet skin.

His lips found the back of her neck sucking the skin of her shoulder as one hand moved from her hip to grasp at her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

Felicity let out a pleasure-filled gasp, his hips swiveled and he rubbed at a spot deep inside her that had her wanting more.

"More, I need more." Felicity's voice cracked, filled with passion.

Oliver released her breast sliding both his hands to her lower back as he stood up straighter, his lips leaving her skin, watching as he slid out of her.

Felicity let out a whimper that quickly turned into a cry as Oliver thrust himself inside her fast and hard.

He gripped at her hips as he kept a fast pace, each thrust harder than the one before.

"Oh, God," Felicity hung her head, her small cries of pleasure increasing, feeling Oliver taking her as if they haven't been having sex every night since he got back.

Oliver groaned, feeling her convulse around him. She felt so fucking perfect and the sounds she was making only fueled him on like a rush of adrenaline.

He slid one hand down her body, smoothing down her leg until he reached her knee and without warning he hooked it over his arm, opening her more and plunge inside.

Felicity cried, her body jolting forward, hands smacking against the shower wall. "Fuck!"

Oliver did it again and she fell forward, Oliver's arm banded around her stomach to keep her from collapsing as he changed the angle of his thrust, bending his knees and driving up into her.

Felicity cried out, he hit a spot inside her that had her erupting like a volcano, crying out again.

Oliver groaned as he felt her come around his dick, her orgasm, triggering his own. He lost the rhythm as his dick gave a twitch on the last thrust and he came with a low groan of her name, spilling his essence inside of his wife's welcoming body.

Felicity removed her hand from the wall, reaching back running her fingers through his hair. Oliver lowered her leg, pulling out of her, and held her to him protectively.

"You're amazing," Felicity murmured, breathless.

"Not more than you." Oliver turned her in his arms and scooped down to capture her mouth in a filthy kiss that promised more. "What do you say we move this to a bed?"

Felicity wrapped her arms around his neck and kiss him deeply.

Oliver scooped her up, wrapping her legs around her waist, and carried her out of the shower.

No sooner had he settled Felicity on the bed, covering her with his body, he felt her hands pushing at his chest.

He rolled onto his back and Felicity wasted no time in moving to straddle his hips.

Felicity leaned down capturing his lips in a heated kiss as her hand moved between them and wrapped around his dick, he grew hard again under her touch.

One of the things Felicity loved about her husband was his stamina. It was insane.

God, did she love benefitting from it. It was like being fucked by a sex god or something.

She moved her hips, her swollen clit sliding over his hardened shaft.

Oliver groaned, his hands gripping her thighs squeezing as she moved over him. He was experiencing the sweetest torture, feeling her and her wetness against his cock but not being inside her.

"Felicity, please," Oliver begged, his voice carried so much need Felicity felt her core clenched, aching to be filled. "Baby, please, please, I need you."

"Me too," Felicity gripped his shaft, lining the head of his cock with her opening and sunk down on him, slowly, savoring every inch as it filled her.

"Oh, shit" Oliver grunted his fingers digging into her flesh.

"Oliver," Felicity moaned out, her eyes sliding shut. It felt so good to feel him inside her. She swore it was like his dick was made just for her, he was so thick and long, she felt so full with him buried deep inside her. "You feel so good."

"You're stealing my lines." Oliver shifted his hips, encouraging her to move.

Slowly, Felicity started moving sliding up and down his shaft.

Oliver grunted, his hands gliding over her body, squeezing at her breast, down her torso, sliding over her back and down to her ass, urging her to move faster.

Felicity moaned as his hands squeezed her ass and she picked up her pace.

Oliver loved the sounds she was making and wanted more, he wanted to hear her crying out. He bent his legs, planting his feet into the bed, and thrust up into her with force.

Felicity cried out sharply, throwing her head back in pleasure.

Thea pulled out in front of Felicity's home. She looked at the ring gracing her finger and couldn't wait to share her good news. Maybe something happy would cheer Felicity up for a little while.

Thea was worried for her sister-in-law. Ever since they had lost Oliver, Felicity had all but disappeared from her life, hiding from the world. Thea feared that Felicity was drowning in her grief and that couldn't be good for her or William.

If Felicity couldn't take care of herself how could she possibly care for William? Not to mention her mom and Tommy had been acting weird anytime Felicity, or William, or Oliver's death was mentioned.

Thea exited her car and walked up to the door. She knocked on it several times but when she got no answer she tried the handle and found it wasn't locked.

She let herself in. "Calling out, Felicity, are you home?" She walked further into the home. "Felicity, I was hoping we could grab some lunch. I have news I want to share with you."

Thea walked further into her home and stopped at the sound of a cry feeling the air.

She broke out into a run, believing Felicity was in trouble. She ran down the hallway to Felicity's bedroom and threw the door open.

Her eyes widened at what she saw.

She could see Felicity naked, riding some man, her head thrown back in intense pleasure, crying out for more.

"So good." Felicity moaned her hips rocking. "Don't stop, baby, please, don't stop."

"Oh my God," Thea exclaimed.

Felicity looked over her shoulder in alarm to see Thea standing there in shock. "Thea!" she froze, stopping all movement.

"Oh, God, sorry." Thea left the room quickly slamming the door shut behind her.

"Oh my God, I had no idea, she was coming by." Felicity lifted herself off Oliver, reluctantly.

She had been so close. So fracking close.

Oliver groaned. "No, Felicity," he reached for her again.

"Your sister's here, she doesn't even know you're back." Felicity slid out of the bed and grabbed one of Oliver's large t-shirts. "I'm gonna go talk to her. Get cleaned up, and come join us. She's gonna want to see you."

Thea paced back and forth in the living room. This was all wrong.

Oliver was gone for not even two months and Felicity already had someone else in her bed. What was wrong with her. It was too soon for Felicity to be moving on. Let alone fucking someone in the bed she once shared with Oliver.

And where the hell was William? What was Felicity thinking?

Something else had to be going on here. Nothing made sense.

"Thea,"

Thea whirled around to see Felicity standing behind her in nothing more than a gray t-shirt that hung off her shoulder and stopped at her mid-thigh. Her hair was wild, the very definition of sex hair. Her mouth was swollen, red patches on her neck.

God, she looked completely debauched.

"Are you out of your mind?" Thea asked.

Felicity's frowned. "What?"

"I know you are grieving Felicity but that is no excuse for bringing some stranger home and screwing him in your and Ollie's bed."

Felicity's expression darkened. "Is that what you think I did?"

"I think you're spiraling. You haven't been around, ignoring everyone's calls. You're secretive. You're taking strange men home." Thea wanted to be sympathetic but it was really hard after what she saw.

"You really think I am capable of just fucking some stranger in the bed I shared with my husband?" Felicity demanded.

"I didn't before this but I can't unsee what I saw." Thea took a step toward. "Felicity. I know you're hurting but you can't spiral out like this, you have William to think about."

"I know that which is why I would never bring some stranger into our home and fuck him," Felicity ground out.

"I know what I saw," Thea fought off a shudder. "You were-"

The door behind Felicity open and Thea froze as she watched her brother stepped out of Felicity's bedroom, wearing a pair of sweat and a gray t-shirt. "Oh my God, Ollie!" Thea couldn't believe her eyes.

"Hey, Speedy." Oliver greeted, stepping forward.

Thea clung tightly to her brother, feeling his arms coming around her. "How?" she asked pulling back.

"It's a long story, one I don't really feel like getting into at the moment."

Thea nodded, releasing him. "How long have you been back?"

"A little over a week," Oliver answered.

Thea nodded and looked at Felicity. "I'm sorry about-"

"Don't worry about it," Felicity waved her off.

She wasn't going to let a stupid misunderstanding and wrongful assumption ruin Oliver's return or his reunion with his sister.

"Why haven't you guys told anyone? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I needed to spend time with my wife and kids but mom and Tommy and Donna already know," Oliver explained.

"We are telling on a select few. We don't want everyone knowing Oliver's back. You, Roy, we still have to tell John and Lyla." Felicity explained.

"It's going to be hard to keeping the rest of the world from finding out about this." Thea reasoned.

"As far as the rest of the world is concerned Oliver Queen is dead. I know I won't be able to stay out of the public eye but for now, I can," said Oliver.

Thea nodded in understanding. "Sure, maybe once everyone knows we can all get together and celebrate your back."

"I'll like that," Oliver said, wrapping his arm around his wife and tugging her inside.

Felicity wound her arms around his waist, holding onto him.

"I'm going to go and let you guys get back to.." she trailed off, scrunching her face in disgust as she recalled walking in on during sex. "Maybe take Willaim off your hands for a bit" Thea paused suddenly. "Wait you said kids as more than one."

Oliver and Felicity shared a look before Oliver explained about Mia and why they chose to keep this a secret.

"Wow, I can't believe everything that you've been keeping secret. I understand, of course, but when can I meet my niece?" asked Thea.

"Soon," Felicity promised. "Why don't you and Roy come by in a few days. We're gonna get everyone together to meet her and tell them about Oliver."

"I'm going to hold you to that," Thea said, deciding to tell her news later.

"See you later, Thea," Felicity said as the younger woman disappeared out the door. "Well, she took the Mia news well."

"I cannot believe what just happened," Oliver said suddenly.

Felicity turned to him. "What?"

"My sister walk in on us having sex."

Felicity's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Oh, God, I am never going to live that down."

"It doesn't matter." Oliver tugged back to him. "More importantly before Thea so inconveniently interrupted, you were so close and so was I."

Oliver's hand slipped beneath his shirt and realized she hadn't put her underwear back on, he slipped two fingers insider her.

Felicity gasped, clinging onto his arms, her hips jerking to his thrusting fingers. "It's not enough. I need more,"

"Good, so do I." he walked her backward his mouth coaxing her mouth open, giving her a filthy kiss, that had her nipples tightening, brushing against the fabric of his shirt.

Oliver felt his dick throbbing, the brush of his sweats against his erection almost too much.

He ripped his mouth from hers and tugged his shirt over her head, leaving his wife completely naked.

Felicity barely had time to react before he was whirling her around his hand pressing against her back, bending her over the counter.

Her hands caught on the counter, steadying her as he nudged her legs apart.

"Oliver," her voice was breathy, needy.

She knew what he was going to do and he wasn't moving fast enough for her.

Oliver pushed his pants down, stepping out of them leaving them both naked, and stepped up behind her and bent over her pressing a kiss to her back. "It's a good thing we have the whole day to ourselves because I plan on fucking you on every surface of our home and bending you over every desk, table, and counter."

Felicity whimpered, his words had her sex clenching, needing to be filled.

She was so close to begging but then Oliver gripped her hips strongly as he pushed inside her without warning, filling her completely buried so deep inside her, she swore he hit her cervix.

"Fuck," she threw her head back and Oliver latched onto her neck, sucking on her throbbing pulse, one hand sliding up to fondle her breast as he began to thrust shallowly, giving her a small taste of the power he carried in his hips.

She was so tight, her walls squeezing around him, sucking him in deeper and the sounds escaping her throat, the low groans urge him on, the instinct to drive into her faster, harder.

When she rested her elbows on the counter and pushed back against him, rolling her hips, his control snapped.

He grabbed her by the hips and started pounding into her the way he craved, yanking her back with every thrust.

Felicity cried out in pleasure her arms slipping, she scrambled for purchase on the counter, her hands holding tightly to the edge, her breast brushing the counter with every thrust.

She hung her head, allowing the pleasure to take over her as Oliver pushed deep inside her. God, it was so good.

"God, you're perfect. So fucking perfect." Oliver groaned, she fit him like she was made just for him.

"You're just saying that-" a gasp spilled forth with a particularly hard thrust that had her closing her eyes. "Because you're buried inside of me,"

Oliver bent his knees changing the angle of his thrust, somehow going deeper. "I say it because it's true." His hand left her hip, pressing his palm flat against her stomach, and sliding up over her breast to press against her collarbone, pushing her back into a standing position, his chest pressed against her back.

"Oh, God," Felicity groaned, grabbing a hold of his arms, as he pushed deeper and deeper with every thrust hitting that spot inside her that had her seeing dots in her vision.

"God, Felicity," he groaned as she clenched around him, convulsing, she was close. He could feel it as she trembled in his arms.

His other hand slipped down between her legs, finding that bundle of nerves, he rubbed at it with the pad of his thumb and that combined with his rough thrust had Felicity tumbling over the edge.

She cried out his name as her orgasm overtook her.

Oliver grunted as she came around him, her walls clamping down on his dick, and felt his own orgasm creeping upon him, his thrust became wild as he pushed as deep as he could.

The hand pressing against her collarbone, slid up gripping her chin, turning her head toward him.

Felicity's eyes were half-lidded, drunk on pleasure. He pressed his mouth to hers, coaxing her mouth open he kissed her deeply. Giving one final deep thrust, he spilled himself inside her, groaning into her mouth.

After several long moments, Oliver broke the kiss, trailing down her jaw to her shoulder.

"I love you so much," he murmured against her skin.

Felicity gasp as he withdrew from her and on shaky legs Felicity turned in his arms, and pressed her head against his chest, listening to his heart. "I love you more than should be humanly possible."

Oliver smiled wrapping her up in his arms.

He didn't care that they were naked. They were alone and he had his beautiful wife in his arms.

And today that was all that mattered.

A/N: I want to take a moment and thank everyone still reading my stuff. I appreciate it and love you all.