Felicity is extremely horny and trying to get Oliver's attention. He's distracted by work so she decides to start stripping and handle it herself. (image from diggo26, prompt by Anonymous)

"Oliver!" she calls from the bedroom as she lies in their bed, waiting for him to get off his phone call. The waiting has taken its toll. Felicity rests against the headboard, her arms crossed over her chest, annoyed that a phone call could take that long. She just wants her boyfriend in their bed with his arms wrapped around her. Is that too much to ask? It's not like this is an important phone call that can't wait until morning. He's dealing with the stupid landlord, for crying out loud, and for a little issue with one of the circuit breakers in the kitchen.

That's what happens when you date a man who can cook like a master chef. He'll find something that annoys him in the kitchen then obsess about it until it's fixed. Felicity sighs as she shakes her head. She's been sitting there, waiting for him to get off the phone for almost half an hour. That damn landlord better be saying something interesting because if he's not, she's tempted to dox him in the morning.

"Just a minute, hon!" Oliver calls back from where he stands on the balcony, pacing back and forth while still on hold.

She's had enough. Now it's just getting ridiculous. Taking matters into her own hands, Felicity gets out of bed. Tonight she's chosen a cute black and white polka dotted bra and panty set, one she hoped Oliver would rid her of over half an hour ago. Instead, she's stuck doing it herself. She doesn't fault her boyfriend for being obsessive over certain things, but a stupid circuit breaker in the kitchen annoys the hell out of her.

Standing tall, Felicity saunters towards the open balcony doors where her boyfriend leans against the railing, his phone pressed to his ear. When his eyes catch sight of her, he stands a little straighter, his body becoming rigid. She can't help the smirk that creeps onto her face as she watches Oliver zero in on her arms reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. When it pops open, she holds it to her chest while biting her lower lip in the way that makes him hard almost instantly.

Her eyes wander down his body straight to his cargo pants and she can see the bulge evident between his legs. Oliver is definitely turned on by what he sees. And when she lets go of the scrap of fabric, his eyes widen. They focus on her breasts, her nipples quickly pebbling as the cold air coming from outside hits them. Felicity holds the bra between her fingertips, drawing his eyes away from her chest, then lets it drop to the floor as she continues to saunter towards him.

His phone nearly drops from his hand as she stops just short of his reach. "Oliver Queen," she practically sings, putting her hands on her hips. "You've made me wait long enough. Get off the phone and come please your girlfriend," Felicity adds. His eyes jump from her breasts to her face, and when he realizes she's biting her lip again, the phone drops to the ground and shatters.

Felicity would be a little put off by the fact that he just broke another phone, but the way he stares at her, like a panther about to pounce on its prey, allows her to forgive him quickly. In one long, quick stride, Oliver wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into the warm expanse of his chest. His lips descend to her almost immediately after, drawing the lower lip between his teeth as he kisses her with abandon. She sighs into it, happy and content to finally have her boyfriend where she wants him, but soon pulls away, leaving him chasing her for more.

"Uh uh," Felicity tuts. "You need to earn it." She turns and walks off back into the bedroom, glancing over her shoulder to see Oliver stand there for a moment, confounded by what just happened, before he moves to follow.

His arms are around her waist seconds later, his mouth latched onto her shoulder, sucking a hot kiss into it. Felicity moans, her eyes fluttering shut as she enjoys the way his teeth sink into her skin. That heady mixture of pain and pleasure sets her blood on fire and she sucks in a deep breath in order to control it.

"How can I get back into your good graces?" Oliver rumbles against her ear, his tongue tracing the shell before he sucks the lobe into his mouth.

"Mmm, that's nice," Felicity purrs, her back pressing into his chest. He takes her full weight easily, hands moving up her abdomen until they cup her breasts. His fingers circle her nipples, the calloused pads of his thumbs sending extra little jolts of pleasure through her as she arches her back, filling his palms with the fleshy orbs. It's as if they were made for him, the way they perfectly fit into those worn hands.

"Just like that," she moans when his thumbs and forefingers pinch each little pebbled bud, drawing them away from her body before releasing. When Oliver's mouth clamps onto her neck, Felicity knows she's pretty close to being done for. But not yet. He still hasn't earn his keep. Not until one of his hands wanders down her belly until it reaches the hem of her panties. It skims across the elastic band, making the butterflies in her stomach flutter about, then dips inside, just barely touching the downy patch of hair that covers her sex.

"God, yes!" Felicity groans, her hips bucking against his hand, searching for more heat. Oliver immediately obliges, inching lower, until he's cupping her. She's already wet, already primed. He just needs to touch her. But his fingers don't move. They stay where they are, simply holding her dripping sex in his hand, letting her juices flow into his palm. "Fuck, Oliver!" she cries, rocking her hips in hopes of getting some relief from the ache that now radiates out from between her legs.

"Do you like that, Felicity?" he murmurs into her skin as his lips skim across her shoulder once again. "Do you want more?" Then he rubs his cloth covered erection against her ass and she knows she's a goner.

"Please, Oliver! Please… Touch me!" she begs, her body sagging against his.

"Touch you how?" he teases, the hand cupping her breast giving it a squeeze while the hand between her thighs rubs against her sex, spreading her juices all over her already wet folds.

"My clit! Touch my clit!" Felicity orders.

His middle finger embeds itself between her folds, the tip just barely touching her clit, but it's enough. Her hips draw back, ass brushing his hard cock through his pants while she rubs herself against his finger. That's it! That's the spot. Mmm, yes… That's exactly how she likes it.

A chuckle rumbles from Oliver's chest as he presses it against her back. "Impatient much?" he asks.

"I've been waiting over half an hour for you to get into bed. Of course I'm impatient," Felicity grumbles, her hips continuing to rock against his hand. She needs more than just his fingers to get her off tonight. "Now, will you please take off your clothes and fuck me already?"

"Yes, ma'am," Oliver obliges. His clothes come off faster than she's ever seen, and not too long after he pulls away, he's back, his arms wrapped around her, holding her against his bare chest. His cock brushes between her ass cheeks, rock hard and ready to penetrate her upon command.

Felicity wants to torture him for making her wait, but she's just too damn impatient. Turned on and restless, she guides them to the edge of the bed then leans into the mattress, spreading her legs. It's a silent invitation, one Oliver doesn't hesitate to respond to. His left hand falls to her hip with the right takes hold of his cock and guides it to her slick entrance.

When he pushes into her, Felicity lets out a satisfied moan. "Fuck yes! … Feels so good… Deep inside me… Mmm…" she mutters when he slides in to the hilt, seating himself as deep as he can go as she grabs onto the sheets for purchase. "Fuck me, Oliver!" she commands. "Fuck me hard!"

His hips draw back, taking his cock with him, leaving her with that empty feeling before they slam into her, skin slapping skin, that fullness returning. Oliver pumps into her hard and fast, just like she wants, the pace relentless. Her moans and screams and cries echo through the room, drifting out the open balcony door so that the whole city can listen to Felicity Smoak praise her boyfriend for being such an attentive lover.

Her body thrums with increasing pleasure, to the point where she can almost take it no more. It's then when Oliver reaches around and his fingers find her clit. He pinches it between them, making Felicity scream so loud her voice goes hoarse. That's all she needs to let go, to feel the rush of her orgasm wash over her in a gigantic wave that nearly sweeps her off her feet. Her walls clench tightly around Oliver, and after barely another thrust, he comes with a shout.

They tremble together for several moments, their bodies riding the tsunami until it finally subsides, then fall into the mattress. Oliver is quick to roll off her, but with his arms around her waist, he takes Felicity with him so when they stop moving, she lays spread out over his chest. He nuzzles her neck before pressing soft kisses from her ear to her shoulder.

Sated and happy, she turns in his arms and gives him a warm, chaste kiss. "Thank you," Felicity murmurs against his lips.

"No, thank you," Oliver replies with a smile. When she gives him a questioning look, he adds, "I never would have gotten off the phone with that idiot if it wasn't for your distraction."

She giggles and says, "You're welcome."