Aesthetics
By Bre (dust2dust34)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Arrow.
Rating: Explicit
Author's Notes: Part of my Heartbeats Olicity ficlet collection. Bre's dream Season 3 reality where Olicity is established, and Thea and Oliver share the loft.
Summary: He had always loved a woman's ass, but Felicity's was in another realm.
Awesome Anon Prompt: "I love your fuckening fic smuts! and I have a prompt, oliver worshipping felicitys glorious ass in bed!"
He stared at the fire, the gentle flames that were more for visual appeal than anything related to heat doing a fine job of keeping a tiny warm cocoon wrapped around them where they were laid out in the center of the loft, right in front of the thin stream of the fireplace.
The only light in the large room came from the flickering flames and the cityscape, highlighting the dips and curves of her back where she laid on her stomach, her face turned to the fire, her arms curled in against her sides as she slept on the makeshift bed he'd thrown together from his sheets and comforter.
His eyes followed the lines of her body.
She was naked, the firelight doing absolutely wondrous things to her skin, making her look like she was glowing. He was pleasantly numb from their third round, but parts of him he didn't need to be reminded about were starting to ache from being on the hard floor - she would have to pry his fingernails off to get him to admit that his knee was starting to bother him again.
She let out a small snore, the burst of air making the hair over her face flutter.
He smiled, reaching over and tugging the sheet off of her, slowly so she didn't wake, revealing porcelain skin, the dimples at her lower back and the beautiful roundness of her ass followed by luscious thighs and muscular calves that were one hundred percent designed to be showcased with stilettos, like the ones she'd worn to dinner that night.
Oliver scooted closer to her and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the center of her back.
She sighed and he reached up, running his fingers down her spine, tracing the curvature all the way down until he reached his very favorite spot in the entire world.
Scooting down as she shifted on his comforter, Oliver moved until he was he was on his side and propped his head on one hand while the other reached out and traced a gentle line over the perfect curve of her voluptuous ass. It had had him transfixed long before he was even aware he thought of her as something more than a friend, long before she started wearing tighter skirts and dresses, higher heels that only drove him more crazy; and she damn well knew what it did to him when she bent over to pick something up, or leaned over her desk instead of sitting in her chair.
Felicity twitched in her sleep, but didn't wake, and he licked his lips, his eyes watching his finger as he drifted down to the soft spot where her thighs began and then back up, drifting up along the sensitive crack, feeling his own body starting to respond to the sight of her laying supine before him, gorgeous and powerful and all his.
She sighed, waking as he dragged his finger back down the center and around a curve.
He palmed one of her cheeks, kneading it and she moaned, turning her back to the fire to face him. She opened her eyes and frowned when she was met with open air before looking down. Amusement lit her eyes.
"Oliver, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice raspy with sleep and overuse.
"Nothing," he replied, eyes drifting back to her ass. Her very, very beautiful ass that was all his. He ran his hand over each round cheek and she let out a little laugh.
"That doesn't feel like nothing," she said, her voice hitching, and he looked back up to see her staring down at him with hooded eyes.
"Okay," he acquiesced. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to one cheek, his eyes on her as her lids fluttered shut and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. He dragged his lips across her ass. "I was just enjoying one of my favorite spots…" He pressed a wet kiss. "Of your beautiful body."
"Oh," she replied breathlessly, her breathing starting to increase. She scooted closer to him as he wrapped his arm around her, pressing his bicep up against the curve of her ass, pressing her cheeks up and together. He littered kisses down across each one, loving the tiny sounds coming out of her throat as she started to squirm.
"It's perfect," Oliver whispered, dragging his lips over her skin.
"Oliver," she whimpered, her fingers twisting in the comforter, and he looked up to see her eyes closed, still trying to wake up, helpless against his ministrations.
"It's so full," he continued, pressing a hard kiss. "And firm." He pressed another. "It looks amazing in everything."
Felicity chuckled, and he pulled back, his eyes glued on her ass as it shook beautifully along with her giggles. Oliver's hand slid down her side and up over her hip, caressing one cheek. She stilled underneath him, her breath hitching as he increased the pressure, the tiny movement making her ass shake again.
"I love how much it moves when you laugh," he said, and she snorted quietly. "It's gorgeous. Every," He pressed a kiss, "Inch," Another kiss, "Of it."
She sighed, relaxing into his touch and he had a wicked thought. He laid his hand on her back and brought it down, his fingertips dragging across her skin, down her glorious ass and between her thighs as he mused softly, "I wonder what it would look like when you're coming on my fingers."
"Oliver," she whispered, her thighs squeezing together despite the censor in her voice.
He smiled.
"I love watching your face when you come, Felicity," he whispered, lowering his face back down as she let out a breathy gasp at the words. His voice was low, his lips pressed to her ass. "You are stunning, and watching you let go like you do, how your skin turns pink when you're so close." She shuddered, making her ass shake again and he felt his cock growing harder as his voice got deeper. "That noise you make when I'm eating you out; when you're on top of me, using me for your own pleasure, so wet and tight…"
"Oliver," she choked out, her hips squirming, and he grinned before giving one cheek a little nip, eliciting a noise very similar to the one he'd just described, his eyes on her. Her back was flush with color, her mouth open in a silent pant, her hands fisted in the comforter.
He paused, watching her, his chest expanding with everything this woman made him feel.
"You are so beautiful, Felicity," he whispered.
She smiled, and the flush over her back grew deeper at his words.
Nothing he said would truly encapsulate what he felt for her, what she meant to him, how she had brought more light into his life than he had ever thought he was worthy of. Oliver closed his eyes and pressed his lips reverently to the sensitive skin right below the slight dimples on her back, his tongue darting out and she gasped, her hips lifting closer to him.
"I love you," he breathed, the simple words saying so much more than that.
Before she could respond, he pulled back, his hand slipping down to caress her ass again. He gripped it in a tight hold, making her gasp and arch her hips up to take away some of the sting and he took advantage of the opening, slipping his hand between her legs to the wet heat waiting for him.
She was already slick from their earlier lovemaking, her thighs sticky with both of them, and he pressed two fingers against her entrance, making her moan.
"Spread your legs, Felicity," he said. She immediately did, letting him slide his fingers through her juices and up to her clit. She gave him a guttural groan, her hips jerking against his fingers, making her ass jiggle. He licked his lips, watching her move, caressing her clit with gentle strokes, a rush of wetness coating his hand. She shifted her leg again, and pressed her thigh right up against his hard cock, making him clench his jaw.
Keeping himself propped up on his elbow, Oliver laid his free hand over her lower back to keep her still before he slid his fingers back to her puffy entrance. She moaned, pressing her hips down for more and he obliged, pressing them in slightly. She clamped down around him, and he bit the tip of his tongue to keep his hips from jerking his eager cock against her supple body.
"Tell me what you want, Felicity," he whispered.
"Inside," she said, her voice cracking with sensation as she spread her legs further, her thigh rubbing up against his cock again and his hips thrust against her of their own volition, her words only making his need for her worse. "I want you inside me, Oliver, inside me, please…"
Oliver eased his fingers into her and she groaned, her walls clamping down around him. She arched her back again, lifting herself for more traction, but Oliver kept her down, his eyes on her ass as it moved in time with her tiny push.
"Ride my fingers, Felicity," he said hoarsely, but she was already moving, in small thrusts as she did just that.
Oliver watched transfixed as her ass flexed each time she pressed her hips down, seeking friction on her clit as she moved. She let out a high-pitched moan when she found it.
He had always loved a woman's ass, but Felicity's was in another realm. Hers moved in time with her hips as she rode his fingers, the noises she was making telling him she was well on her way to her release. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin, making her glow even more in the fire, and Oliver twisted his hand, curving his fingers slightly, just enough, finding the spot they had spent many, many hours exploring a while ago.
"Oh god," Felicity gasped. "There, right there!" Her hips moved more urgently, her ass swaying more fervently.
Her juices were soaking his fingers, making her movements more slick, everything feeling silken, and he curved his fingers more as she started to rotate her hips in quick circles, her breathless moans getting louder, echoing in the loft. They became more pitched, more drawn out as she thrust faster against his fingers.
Oliver bent over and pressed his lips to her ass. She mewled loudly, her movements losing all coordination.
He laved his tongue over the sensitive spot before he started sucking and then he sunk his teeth into the tender skin.
Felicity shouted throatily, arching into his mouth, moving wildly underneath him. He sucked harder on the same spot and Felicity came with a violent start.
"Oliver!" Felicity shouted, her walls clamping down on his fingers. Oliver kept his face pressed to her as he pushed a third finger into her tight channel, moving his hand rapidly, chasing the waves of the orgasm, triggering another onslaught that had her keening his name again, her walls sucking him back in with each thrust.
She whimpered his name, jerking her hips back to meet his fingers when her damn thigh rubbed against him again.
Oliver was up on his knees without a second though, gently lifting her up on her shaky limbs. She was trying to catch her breath as he gripped her hips, spreading the wetness on his hand all over her as he pressed the head of his cock against her soaking sex, waiting.
"Yes," she whispered, nodding her head, pressing back against him in encouragement, and he thrust in to the hilt.
Oliver groaned a series of unintelligible words, his grip on her punishing as she pulsed around him.
He pulled back slowly, gritting his teeth, pleasure swamping him and he thrust in again, the sensation overwhelming as his hips moved.
The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, echoing harshly in the room and Oliver gripped her close, bracing one hand on her lower back, his eyes on her ass.
The spot where he'd sucked and bitten her was already a bright red bruise, growing darker with each passing second, and it looked amazing as his eyes strayed to where his cock disappeared into her, her juices coating him catching the firelight. It was gorgeous and sexy as hell.
It only took a few deep thrusts before Oliver lost it and with one final thrust, he spilled into her with a raspy moan, falling over her, wrapping his arm around her breasts, plastering his chest to her back.
"Felicity," he groaned against her shoulder, their skin sticky with sweat. Her walls were still pulsating around him without rhythm, milking more out of him and he pressed his hips further against her ass, making her moan, her face buried in the comforter.
He felt goosebumps erupting over her skin from his breathing across her back and she shivered, turning her face out of the blanket.
"Oliver?"
"Huh?" he managed.
Her voice was breathless as she asked, "Did you give me a hickey on my butt?"
Oliver laughed, and they both moaned in discomfort as the movements pulled on their sensitive flesh. With a low moan, Oliver pulled out of her.
Felicity collapsed onto the blankets and he followed suit. She crawled over to him and he wrapped her up in his arms, chuckling again when she mumbled something about being messy and sticky when his semi-hard cock smeared their combined mess all over her stomach.
He reached around her and grabbed her ass, pressing her flush against him, and she yelped.
His voice was rough with satiation and amusement as he said, "There definitely might be a hickey on your butt."
The End
I hope this met the request! It was supposed to be a simple ode to Felicity's glorious ass, but Oliver wanted so much more, the damn insatiable man. I have a lot of awesome prompts to go through, but I always love getting more for some Olicity smut - if you have some ideas or something you'd like to see, I would love to hear them and love to write them - drop me a ask on Tumblr (I'm dust2dust34) or in the reviews/comments!
Reviews literally feed my muse and soul.