Green Arrow's Disturbia
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Smallville › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,284
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville or Birds Of Prey. I do not make money from the writing of this story. I do not own the characters, except for Gianna, and do not claim otherwise.
Finally
Is It You by Cassie
Push by Enrique Iglesias
Let It Go by Brit & Alex
Revolution by Amy Allen
Cry by Faith Hill
Circus by Britney Spears
Ballad of Cathain and Conchobar sung by Grant Lee Phillips in Witchblade
De Tra by Adassa
The Chemicals Between Us by Bush
Blood Rave by The Crystal Method
Click Click Boom by Saliva
Cold by Static-X
That's What I'm Looking For by Da Brat
Fumbling Toward Ecstasy by Sarah McLachlan
Ghost Rider by Spiderbait
Look At Me by Geri Halliwell
Guerilla Radio by Rage Against The Machine
Vampire Theme from Vampire Bloodlines
Eden by Sarah Brightman
Here With Me by Sarah Brightman
Angels by Robbie Williams
Somewhere by Within Temptation
La Serena by Azam Ali
Sexy by Adassa
Kamasutra by Adassa
Evenstar from LoTR
Assassin's Tango from Mr and Mrs Smith
Just A Little Bit by 50 Cent
Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson
Revolution by 30 Seconds To Mars
Bad Medicine by Bon Jovi
Seven Nation Army by The Flaming Lips
Crazy by Meredith Brooks
Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne
The Wish by Josh Canova
Alright Alright (Here's My Fist Where's the Fight) by Sahara Hotnights
Bitch by Meredith Brooks
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Notes: This is where the smutty begins, kiddies!!!
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Chapter Three: Finally:
Oliver's only response was to lean upward and kiss Gianna, which wasn't much of a stretch since she was just a few inches from his face anyways. Gianna groaned softly, her grip on Oliver's wrists loosening. Oliver took advantage of the action and rolled them so that he was on top, wrapping Gianna's arms around his neck once more. He had dreamed of it for years, kissing Gianna, but he had never done anything past hoping that he would get her in his bed. That's how he earned his reputation as a man-whore and the girls were all a pale imitation of Gianna, that or they couldn't hope to match her on their best day and her on her worst. They were pale replacements for what he wanted but couldn't have, for what he loved. Wait, Oliver thought to himself, failing to hold in the groan of settling between Gianna's thighs, did I just say LOVE? Gianna noticed that Oliver was distracted, but she didn't let on to it...much. She ran one hand up the back of Oliver's neck, ran her fingers through his hair and tugged, effectively bringing the man back to reality.
"What the..."
"You were distracted, luv."
Oliver noted that Gianna had a habit of laying on her dad's accent rather thick when she was turned on...and how did he remember THAT? He glared down at her when she tugged his hair again. When they were children, it had always been an effective way of getting his attention. And as it turns out, is STILL an effective way of getting his attention. But it also seemed that he liked it, ALOT, when she did that. Gianna felt him against her hip and looked at him with a raised brow.
"You like that, eh?" She tugged again.
Oliver may have glared at her, but he twitched against her hip. He DEFINITELY liked it. His eyes rolled up into his head when she gently scraped her nails over his scalp, glad that she'd had them trimmed. He had to remove her hands from his head and wrap her arms back around his neck.
"I can't concentrate when you do that, Gia," He groaned.
"And why would you want to concentrate?" She looked at him in genuine confusion.
"Because I want to do this right," He replied honestly, his voice soft.
Oliver leaned forward and kissed her softly. Gianna gasped softly, her hands gripping at his shoulders. Oliver pressed himself up on to his hands, Gianna's hands slipping to his chest. Gianna's spine started to tingle the harder Oliver pressed his hips against hers. Oliver noticed Gianna's gasping, her entire body trembling, which made him wonder just how close to heat cycle it was. But his attention was quickly brought back to Gianna when she whimpered like she was almost in pain, her fingertips digging into his skin. He pulled back and looked Gianna in the eye, her eyes glowing that bright amber, her pupils now slits. He could tell from the way she was trembling, she was trying not to lose control. He tucked a lock of black hair behind her ear.
"Let me do all the work, Gia," He whispered, then brushed his lips over hers again.
Gianna whimpered softly, but nodded. She almost gulped audibly at the naughty smirk on Oliver's face. Gianna wiggled her hips experimentally, smirking against Oliver's lips when he moaned. Oliver put one hand on her hip and held it still, squeezing it pointedly. He had the same look as he did in the alley, so Gianna decided to heed it. She guessed that he was wanting to claim her, probably as much as she wanted to claim him. She had a thought and used her strength and the element of surprise to roll them over, so that she was, once again, straddling him. She smirked at him, her shining white teeth now sporting a pair of petite feline fangs. She buried her face into his neck and breathed in, wanting to take in the tantalizing scent of an aroused Oliver.
"Ya know, Ollie," Gianna chuckled as she sat up, "this would look so much better if you had no shirt on."
Oliver sat up quickly, careful not to dislodge Gianna from her spot straddling his hips while he jerked his shirt up over his head, tossing it off to the side, not really paying attention where it landed. Oliver used one arm to prop himself and wrapped the other around Gianna's waist. Gianna leaned forward, looking over Oliver's shoulder and down his back.
"You are beautiful, Ollie," She purred, quite literally, running her hands over his biceps, "so beautiful..."
Oliver brushed his lips over hers once more, the arm around her waist holding her firmly against his hips, evident arousal pressing up against her. It was an almost 'don't forget what we're supposed to be doing' kind of gesture. Gianna took Oliver's face in her hands, Oliver's hand splaying over her lower back as she teasingly ground her hips downward. Oliver moaned against her lips, telling her to either put him out of his misery or do something about his not so little problem. Gianna smirked against his lips, then told him that she couldn't exactly do it while they were both still dressed. The speed that Oliver moved after that, she would have sworn he was Clark's long lost brother or something. Oliver's pants and her clothes were flung every which way and they were back to trying to strangle each other with their tongues.
"Ollie," Gianna gasped.
Gianna sat flush in Oliver's lap, their foreheads pressed together, both panting as they tried not to lose control. After a while they could breath easier, so Oliver moved Gianna's black hair to over her shoulders, drawing his knuckles over her jawline.
"You are so beautiful, Gia," He whispered, his voice slightly cracked cause he felt like she was about to break his dick off.
Gianna chuckled, "You are a headcase, Ollie."
Oliver's hand splayed over Gianna's lower back again, both of them trembling unsure of what to do. Yeah, Gianna had had sex before, but neither of them had felt THIS good. She felt a delicious burn that radiating to her spine and she LOVED it. Oliver leaned back, bracing himself with both hands. His beautiful cat was with him, astride him, impaled on his...
"Hey!" Oliver yelped when she pinched him.
"You're supposed to be paying attention, Ollie," She told him, "not sticking your head up the ass of a cloud."
Oliver bucked his hips upward, making Gianna moaned so loudly that it would have sounded like someone was killing a cat...that is if Oliver had neighbors. He hinted to her by rocking upward, Gianna not needing to be 'told' twice. She rocked with Oliver, almost making Oliver collapse back on the bed with how good it felt. He sat up shakily, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pushed himself on to his knees. For what seemed like forever, sounds of moans, groans, gasps, whimpers, names and sweet nothing's being whispered, the sounds of bodies slapping and the bed creaking was heard.
Oliver had Gianna on her back now, their heads at the foot of the bed, his face buried into her neck as they rocked into each other at a furious pace, chasing that strong and ever elusive pleasure that would rack their bodies and melt their spines, making their brains overload and explode. Gianna gripped his shoulders, her neck arched as she held on to him for dear life.
"Ollie..."
Push by Enrique Iglesias
Let It Go by Brit & Alex
Revolution by Amy Allen
Cry by Faith Hill
Circus by Britney Spears
Ballad of Cathain and Conchobar sung by Grant Lee Phillips in Witchblade
De Tra by Adassa
The Chemicals Between Us by Bush
Blood Rave by The Crystal Method
Click Click Boom by Saliva
Cold by Static-X
That's What I'm Looking For by Da Brat
Fumbling Toward Ecstasy by Sarah McLachlan
Ghost Rider by Spiderbait
Look At Me by Geri Halliwell
Guerilla Radio by Rage Against The Machine
Vampire Theme from Vampire Bloodlines
Eden by Sarah Brightman
Here With Me by Sarah Brightman
Angels by Robbie Williams
Somewhere by Within Temptation
La Serena by Azam Ali
Sexy by Adassa
Kamasutra by Adassa
Evenstar from LoTR
Assassin's Tango from Mr and Mrs Smith
Just A Little Bit by 50 Cent
Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson
Revolution by 30 Seconds To Mars
Bad Medicine by Bon Jovi
Seven Nation Army by The Flaming Lips
Crazy by Meredith Brooks
Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne
The Wish by Josh Canova
Alright Alright (Here's My Fist Where's the Fight) by Sahara Hotnights
Bitch by Meredith Brooks
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Notes: This is where the smutty begins, kiddies!!!
................................................
Chapter Three: Finally:
Oliver's only response was to lean upward and kiss Gianna, which wasn't much of a stretch since she was just a few inches from his face anyways. Gianna groaned softly, her grip on Oliver's wrists loosening. Oliver took advantage of the action and rolled them so that he was on top, wrapping Gianna's arms around his neck once more. He had dreamed of it for years, kissing Gianna, but he had never done anything past hoping that he would get her in his bed. That's how he earned his reputation as a man-whore and the girls were all a pale imitation of Gianna, that or they couldn't hope to match her on their best day and her on her worst. They were pale replacements for what he wanted but couldn't have, for what he loved. Wait, Oliver thought to himself, failing to hold in the groan of settling between Gianna's thighs, did I just say LOVE? Gianna noticed that Oliver was distracted, but she didn't let on to it...much. She ran one hand up the back of Oliver's neck, ran her fingers through his hair and tugged, effectively bringing the man back to reality.
"What the..."
"You were distracted, luv."
Oliver noted that Gianna had a habit of laying on her dad's accent rather thick when she was turned on...and how did he remember THAT? He glared down at her when she tugged his hair again. When they were children, it had always been an effective way of getting his attention. And as it turns out, is STILL an effective way of getting his attention. But it also seemed that he liked it, ALOT, when she did that. Gianna felt him against her hip and looked at him with a raised brow.
"You like that, eh?" She tugged again.
Oliver may have glared at her, but he twitched against her hip. He DEFINITELY liked it. His eyes rolled up into his head when she gently scraped her nails over his scalp, glad that she'd had them trimmed. He had to remove her hands from his head and wrap her arms back around his neck.
"I can't concentrate when you do that, Gia," He groaned.
"And why would you want to concentrate?" She looked at him in genuine confusion.
"Because I want to do this right," He replied honestly, his voice soft.
Oliver leaned forward and kissed her softly. Gianna gasped softly, her hands gripping at his shoulders. Oliver pressed himself up on to his hands, Gianna's hands slipping to his chest. Gianna's spine started to tingle the harder Oliver pressed his hips against hers. Oliver noticed Gianna's gasping, her entire body trembling, which made him wonder just how close to heat cycle it was. But his attention was quickly brought back to Gianna when she whimpered like she was almost in pain, her fingertips digging into his skin. He pulled back and looked Gianna in the eye, her eyes glowing that bright amber, her pupils now slits. He could tell from the way she was trembling, she was trying not to lose control. He tucked a lock of black hair behind her ear.
"Let me do all the work, Gia," He whispered, then brushed his lips over hers again.
Gianna whimpered softly, but nodded. She almost gulped audibly at the naughty smirk on Oliver's face. Gianna wiggled her hips experimentally, smirking against Oliver's lips when he moaned. Oliver put one hand on her hip and held it still, squeezing it pointedly. He had the same look as he did in the alley, so Gianna decided to heed it. She guessed that he was wanting to claim her, probably as much as she wanted to claim him. She had a thought and used her strength and the element of surprise to roll them over, so that she was, once again, straddling him. She smirked at him, her shining white teeth now sporting a pair of petite feline fangs. She buried her face into his neck and breathed in, wanting to take in the tantalizing scent of an aroused Oliver.
"Ya know, Ollie," Gianna chuckled as she sat up, "this would look so much better if you had no shirt on."
Oliver sat up quickly, careful not to dislodge Gianna from her spot straddling his hips while he jerked his shirt up over his head, tossing it off to the side, not really paying attention where it landed. Oliver used one arm to prop himself and wrapped the other around Gianna's waist. Gianna leaned forward, looking over Oliver's shoulder and down his back.
"You are beautiful, Ollie," She purred, quite literally, running her hands over his biceps, "so beautiful..."
Oliver brushed his lips over hers once more, the arm around her waist holding her firmly against his hips, evident arousal pressing up against her. It was an almost 'don't forget what we're supposed to be doing' kind of gesture. Gianna took Oliver's face in her hands, Oliver's hand splaying over her lower back as she teasingly ground her hips downward. Oliver moaned against her lips, telling her to either put him out of his misery or do something about his not so little problem. Gianna smirked against his lips, then told him that she couldn't exactly do it while they were both still dressed. The speed that Oliver moved after that, she would have sworn he was Clark's long lost brother or something. Oliver's pants and her clothes were flung every which way and they were back to trying to strangle each other with their tongues.
"Ollie," Gianna gasped.
Gianna sat flush in Oliver's lap, their foreheads pressed together, both panting as they tried not to lose control. After a while they could breath easier, so Oliver moved Gianna's black hair to over her shoulders, drawing his knuckles over her jawline.
"You are so beautiful, Gia," He whispered, his voice slightly cracked cause he felt like she was about to break his dick off.
Gianna chuckled, "You are a headcase, Ollie."
Oliver's hand splayed over Gianna's lower back again, both of them trembling unsure of what to do. Yeah, Gianna had had sex before, but neither of them had felt THIS good. She felt a delicious burn that radiating to her spine and she LOVED it. Oliver leaned back, bracing himself with both hands. His beautiful cat was with him, astride him, impaled on his...
"Hey!" Oliver yelped when she pinched him.
"You're supposed to be paying attention, Ollie," She told him, "not sticking your head up the ass of a cloud."
Oliver bucked his hips upward, making Gianna moaned so loudly that it would have sounded like someone was killing a cat...that is if Oliver had neighbors. He hinted to her by rocking upward, Gianna not needing to be 'told' twice. She rocked with Oliver, almost making Oliver collapse back on the bed with how good it felt. He sat up shakily, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pushed himself on to his knees. For what seemed like forever, sounds of moans, groans, gasps, whimpers, names and sweet nothing's being whispered, the sounds of bodies slapping and the bed creaking was heard.
Oliver had Gianna on her back now, their heads at the foot of the bed, his face buried into her neck as they rocked into each other at a furious pace, chasing that strong and ever elusive pleasure that would rack their bodies and melt their spines, making their brains overload and explode. Gianna gripped his shoulders, her neck arched as she held on to him for dear life.
"Ollie..."