When Felicity’s parents announce that they’re hiring someone to be her personal bodyguard, what she hears is that she’s going to be stuck with a 24/7 babysitter… something she is so not on board with.
When Oliver takes up the offer to work for the Smoak family he thinks it’s just another job, but he has no idea what he’s about to get himself into.
Protecting the “tech empire heiress” is the easy part, matters of the heart are where things get a bit more complicated.
A big thanks to Sara @gothsmoak who created the stunning cover art for this story and Aubrey @aubvi my awesome beta :)
Rating: T This Chapter’s Word Count: 5710
Hey friends! Sorry this chapter is a day later than usual. As I mentioned on twitter, with HVFF going on yesterday I didn’t want the update to get lost among the fandom chaos. Hopefully it will be worth the little extra wait :) As always, I’d love to hear what you thought… Enjoy!
“I think the state of her ponytail is directly proportionate to
her stress level.”
Oliver looked down at Charlotte who was standing next to him as
they both peered into Felicity’s office through the glass wall. Neither of them
had dared to venture in for hours.
“There’s less hair still in it than what’s fallen out, that can’t
Charlotte looked up at him with a frown, “She hasn’t eaten in
Felicity had been spending her first few hours of Thanksgiving
break dealing with a cyber attack on a medical research lab that she had
designed the system for. Since she had gotten the SOS earlier that afternoon,
she hadn’t spoken a word to anyone and had been hunched over her desk, fingers
flying across her keyboard and one of her red pens being chewed furiously. Her
brow was furrowed, and every so often they would hear loud sounds of
exasperation coming out of her office as she glowered at her computer screen.
They had decided that it was in everyone’s best interest that they leave her
alone after Charlotte’s last attempt a few hours ago to ask her if she needed
anything had resulted in a glare and a finger pointing at the door.
But now it was almost 8pm and they were getting worried.
“Maybe we should get her Uncle?” Charlotte suggested. “She
wouldn’t yell at him, would she?”
Eliza appeared on his other side and remarked apologetically,
“He’s out having dinner with a prospective client… These guys—or girls, are
seriously giving her a run for her money, aren’t they?”
Charlotte sighed, “It would appear so.”
“I’m sure she’s close to having it handled,” he contended. “No one
stands a chance at besting her.”
Eliza and Charlotte murmured in agreement before Charlotte added,
“She’s got to eat something though… or at least drink some coffee. I’m going
You didn’t mean to eavesdrop. You really didn’t. You simply woke up from your nap and trudged downstairs. You heard distinct voices and you figured that the voices belonged to Gerald and his friends.
“So you’ve slept with y/n?” One of Gerald’s friends asked. You sat down on the staircase, listening on to what there were saying.
“Yeah, but it’s not a big deal.” Gerald huffed.
“Sure it is, you won the bet. So what are you gonna do now?”
“Yeah, are you gonna dump her or tell her or what?” One of the others butted in.
“I don’t-” Gerald started.
“Yeah, what are you gonna do, Gerald?” You asked walking around the corner with tears in your eyes.
“Y/n, let me explain.” Gerald said standing up.”Maybe it’s best if you guy’s leave?” G motioned to the group of guys. They did as asked and left.
“What exactly was the bet?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest.
“It’s not important-”
“No, I want to know.” You interrupted.
“That I could get in your pants.” He sighed looking down, you could tell he was ashamed. “But yn, listen,at first I was down for a stupid bet but I got to know you and I realized you are the most amazing girls I’ve ever met.”
“No y/n, I need you to listen. Yes I did end up getting in your pants but I didn’t do it with a bet in mind, I did t because I love you, y/n. I care about you, I wanted to take it to the next level and we did and I’m glad.” You looked down at your hands, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Please talk to me, look at me or something.” Gerald spoke walking closer to you.
“Do you really mean it? Like you actually like me?”
“I love you.” He said reaching for your hands and pulling you into a hug.
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Dirty Preference #15 - He Walks In On You Masturbating (Niall)
You sat on the bathroom tile, the shower running so Niall wouldn’t be able to hear anything. At least that’s what you thought. What you forgot was to lock the door just in case Niall decided to join you. But you were already distracted enough that it just happened to slip your mind.
You were on the floor, naked with your legs spread. The handle of your hair brush in your mouth so it would be easier to slide in and out in a few moments. You sucked on the hard end, making it slippery and wet.
When you finally figured it was time to move on to the next level, you looked down, opening your legs wider and bringing the hairbrush down to your wet, heat. It slid in like a charm. It filled you up perfectly. The pressure between your legs felt amazing. You pushed the brush in until just the head was sticking out. You let go of it for just a second, but it just wouldn’t stay in.
You could already feel yourself dripping out around the brush and onto the floor. But this slow, easy thrusting you had been doing just wasn’t enough for you. You began picking up the speed of your thrusts, feeling it fill you up every time you pushed in. Before you knew it you were pounding yourself, the hairbrush getting covered in your cum. Your mouth was open as your hands slapped against the sensitive skin.
Your mouth was open with silent gasps escaping your mouth. Your eyes were closed and the only sounds you could hear were the shower and the wet brush slamming in and out. You were about to rip it out and cum when the bathroom door opened.
“Can I j- Oh!” Niall said, stopping in his tracks. You froze, taking the brush out and closing your legs. Orgasm gone. “Shit, sorry (Y/N), I didn’t know you were… ya know…” He gestured to the brush in your hands.
You didn’t know what to say, you were still kind of shocked that you had been caught. You were still dripping onto the floor though, looking at his body with just a towel wrapped around his waist. You managed to snap out of your trance, when you felt yourself rubbing your moist core and playing with your breast.
“Well someone’s horny,” he chuckled and you nodded, biting your lip.
You were pinching your clit, your legs squeezed together. He was watching you, unwrapping the towel and letting it fall, his erection in full view. Let’s just say the orgasm that had disappeared, definitely came back with full force.
Something pretty dang awesome happened the other day. I conquered my first proper ‘rooftopping’ (apparently carparks don’t count) experience - 37 storeys up. By some miracle I was left to roam around a construction site and got help from a nice construction worker as I temporarily lost all sense of logic and sat on the balcony ledge to take a shot.
I will now and forevermore point out exactly where I was sitting on the building whenever I’m in the city.