Summary: you comfort Walter in way the Cavillry thinks he deserves it.
Pairing: Walter Marshall x you (no description of body type and skin colour)
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: explicit, smut, angst, fluff, a tiny voyeurism, graphic description of oral (m and f receiving), a tiny dark sensuality, some D/s dynamic, masturbation (f), a tiny hint of soft foot worship because that's Marta's new reality 🤭
A/n.: most recently it was @artandotherdelights and @fivequartersoftheorange, and before that numerous other mutuals have pointed it out and we agreed that angsty Wally bear is comforted best by a mind blowing cocksucking. I'm not apologising, but I'll gladly walk into horny jail, joining the prison blues band of Jaskier and the three mice. || unbeta'd, mistakeas abound. || I do not own Walter's character.
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The (un)Deserving
Pain has been searing your heart ever since the moment your man stepped into the house. Walter is having dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, his shoulders are hunched from exhaustion and his hair looks as if his fingers slid through the messy curls every five minutes.
The thing about Walter was that he was a damn good detective because he's solved every one of his cases. But he succeeded in his career at the cost of his private life. He just can't go to sleep properly during an unsolved case.
He looks at you and you're sure he wants to give you a smile but he's unable to muster the gesture. All he can do is to cup your cheek and give you a quick caress on your face before he passes you and pulls his jumper and t-shirt off and heads toward the shower.
Your worry is crippling but you know you mustn't start asking him. Years of living together taught you to wait until he opens up for you. But you can't resist peeking in through the bathroom door left ajar. He is standing under the jet of the shower, palms against the wall, head hung low as he lets the no doubt scorching hot stream of water hit his nape and shoulders. With his hunched back and his soaked curls hanging forward he looks like a sad dog abandoned in the rain.
You just stand, absentmindedly curling your toes in the fluffy winter socks, your hands fidgeting with the cord of your thick, warm bathrobe. You see Walter straighten up, reach for his soap and turn a little. Involuntarily, your eyes drop to his cock. Even when he's soft, his length is hanging heavy between his thighs, the foreskin giving only a peek of the round blunt tip, the furry base collecting crystals of water drops. Desirous longing tugs at your core and you bite your lower lip.
It's been long... So long since you made love. Ten days? Two weeks?
You jolt back to the present when you hear the absence of the shower's noise. You go to the counter and quietly start preparing sandwiches.
You are attuned to his every movement, and you hear him coming up behind you. When he sees you assembling the meal, he gives you a short hug and a kiss on your temple.
"Thank you," he says quietly then walks to the couch to plop down in the middle to rest a little bit before eating. Finishing the sandwiches, you turn around and see him leaned back, eyes closed, wearing nothing but dark boxer briefs and you see that there are still drops of water on his curls and his chest hair. You look back up at his face and see he's drifted off to a light, disturbed nap.
You pad over to him and with your heart racing in your chest, you quietly sink to your knees between his spread thighs.
For a moment you just admire the man. His amazing body, his handsome face. Despite the harsh reality of your life together, you blush from happiness that he is your man, that you get to live your life with this wonderful person.
Lightly touching his knees with your fingers, he jolts awake and as his eyes slowly focus on you, they widen for a moment at seeing his woman submissively kneeling between his legs. You slide your hands up his strong, meaty thighs and reaching into the fold of the boxer briefs, you slowly take out his heavy length.
He says nothing but you can feel that he's already semi-hard. Looking at his face you see his lips parted and his eyes holding yours intensely.
Not wasting another second, you start to gently pump his cock and lean over to place a kiss on the slippery tip.
The loud exhale is music to your ears and emboldened, you take the head into your mouth, your lips stretching around it. His taste is intoxicating. You need to have more, have him deeper in your mouth.
Withdrawing a little, you keep slowly pumping the length while you circle the head with your tongue as you take a deep breath and dive back in. Taking him deeper and deeper you feel yourself getting more and more aroused. The moment the tip of his cock meets the back of your throat, you swallow against him, and a pained groan reverberates around you, wrapping you in a steamy cocoon of desire.
In a gentle rhythm you start suckling his length, never releasing him from your mouth but withdrawing enough to be able to tease him with your tongue.
You glance up and the sight makes your panties damp. Dark blue eyes bore into you from under lowered brows as if they want to penetrate you deep. The part of his cheeks that is not covered by his beard is flushed and he's panting open-mouthed.
Your hips involuntarily move, your wet core seeking friction, and Walter's low growl makes you close your eyes in agonizing ecstasy.
Your eyes pop open when you feel him fisting the hair on the back of your head and cocking his hips he drives in your mouth deep again. With every slow thrust you take him a little deeper and deeper until he's deep in your throat, reaching your limits. You quicken the rhythm, bobbing your head faster but maintaining the depth his cock enters you again and again.
Tears roll from your eyes at the exertion but you wouldn't stop for the world. You won't even wipe them away and you see Walter staring at them, his panting getting shallower.
Oh yes, there's the darkness that you love to see in him as he controls your body.
Your core is throbbing at his excitement and you widen your eyes, making your expression into an innocently pleading one. Walter's chest rise and fall quickly and keeping a fist in your hair, he reaches with the other for your hand that is wrapped around his base. He grabs your hand, pulls it and makes you grab his heavy sac before he ventures back to the base of his cock to grab it himself.
A loud groan caresses your ears as you start massaging his heavy balls, and you feel like you are close to coming yourself at the sensation of Walter pulling your head deep onto his cock and fisting his base.
With your free hand you reach down into your panties and with a muffled moan you start rubbing your clit, coating it with your syrupy wetness.
"Fuck," Walter groans as he sees your hand disappear among the folds of your robe and hears your moans. "That's it... make yourself come," he instructs in a husky voice, and with a last pull, he makes you choke on him as his cock explodes, releasing ropes of his seed into your spasming throat.
You keep swallowing and the sensation of physical helpless makes you tumble over the edge and your orgasm hits you with mighty force, your pulsating entrance suckling your fingers.
When your pleasure ebbs, you feel Walter pulling out of your mouth and he releases your hair, sliding his hand on your cheek to gently caress it.
You sit back on your heels and look up at him with shining eyes. Walter reaches down for you and scoops you up, laying you down on the couch. He takes your legs across his lap, caressing your smooth calves before slowly pulling your socks off and giving a soft, loving, scruffy kiss on the top of both your feet.
You can't stop the breathless, girly giggle and the jerking of your legs, but Walter grabs them before he shifts to lean down to your lap and opening your robe he spreads your legs.
Pulling your panties aside, his mouth dips to taste the heavenly nectar, the sweet proof of your bliss. He gently laps it all up with low, grateful moans and it comes as a shock to both of you when, as if a lightning struck, acute pleasure floods you again. Walter patiently waits for you to come down your high before he gives a last soft kiss on your tender mound and lifts his head to look into your eyes.
"Has it really been that long?" he asks, his low, gentle voice tinged with sadness and guilt.
You just nod, not wanting to add to his guilt but unable to deny that you missed his touch more than anything.
As Walter lays down next to you, he pulls you against his chest in a loving squeeze of an embrace, and after a moment of silence he murmurs softy in your ears,
