Summary: Orbiting isn’t enough.
Pairing: Foggy Nelson x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: 18+ only, Mostly smut, swearing ig, oral (F+M receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v,
Authors note + Tags: I hear the people of Tumblr wish for more Foggy Smut. I agree. So I wrote this instead of doing my 9-5 job. Mostly Unedited
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You met Matt and Foggy on the worst day of your life. Walking through Hell’s Kitchen in broad daylight, a man grabbed your purse and tried to run. but you fought back - hard. Unfortunately, people only saw you take him down and walk away.
Three days later, you were arrested, left crying in a freezing interview room, cuffs biting into your wrists.
Then the door creaked open. Two men entered. One kept his distance, setting his cane aside as he calmly introduced himself. The other followed with your file, his expression soft with concern. They handled you with care, and for the first time since it happened, you felt safe.
The trial didn’t take long. Somehow, they proved it was self-defense. The rest is a blur.
The next time you saw them, after the trial, you brought treats. You had remembered them both liking these truffles you had out at your home at a visit they made, so you brought them some, as well as your “famous” homemade cinnamon rolls, and a four pack of beer for them. Just a thank you. Really, an honest act of gratitude towards them. You stayed for hours, chatting with them. Mainly, foggy if you were honest.
Since then, You had become friends with all of Nelson and Murdock. You frequently visited on days off, or went for drinks with everyone. But one thing for certain was your gravitational pull towards Foggy, and his towards you. Everyone except you and Foggy could tell.
Tonight, almost a year after those stressful months, you were now out for drinks at Josie’s, with Karen, Matt, and Foggy. You finished your drink, and Foggy immediately jumped up to go refresh the table’s rounds. Matt and Karen seemed to share a small laugh, which catches your attention
“What’s so funny?” You ask, glancing between them both, your fingers tapping the side of your empty glass.
“Nothing, nothing” Matt says but he can never hide that cheeky grin when he’s had a few.
“Nothing…” Karen agrees “except the dance you and Foggy have.”
There’s silence for a moment. “Are you playing dumb or do you actually not see it?” She laughs in response.
“See what?” Your voice is soft. Bewildered.
“You two idiots have been orbiting each other for almost a year.”
“It’s the best description” Matt chimes in. “You both like each other , I know for certain-“”
“He’s right. Everyone can tell except for you two. I see it in how you both steal glances when the other isn’t looking. Those puppy dog eyes he gives you aren’t fooling anyone. And he waited for your drink to be done before he jumped to get more. Girl he is so into you. And you always remember his favourite takeout or when his favourite show is on. You’re just as down bad.”
You lean back into your seat with a soft thud. dumbfounded. Your eyebrows knit while you put it all together. The way he’d always grab a coffee if he knew you were coming. The way he was always on top of anything you needed. And how you were just as equal in return. There’s a strange burning in your chest and you know your face is flushed.
Foggy returns, and hands out drinks. Yours having extra cherries ontop. All it does is make your ears redder. And you’re grateful for the dim lighting Josie’s offers. You practically down the drink in one chug. And Foggy goes to stand again, but you get to your feet and put your hand up.
“Fog, it’s alright. I’ll grab this one.” You say, but head to the bathroom instead. You needed a moment. Some water on your face and a deep breath seems to soothe the burning in your chest and the redness of your face. You have no doubt that Karen and Matt are having the same conversation with Foggy now. Maybe.. they were right. Maybe you should…go for it. You turn your lockscreen on, the photo of the 4 of you lighting up the bathroom. But your eyes focus on foggy. You notice how he holds you close. And as the motion lock screen changes you can see him look at you. And it stirs something inside of you.
Your pep talk must’ve taken a little too long, as while you’re fixing your hair there’s a soft knock and then Foggy pokes his head in, eyes closed. “Everything cool in here?”
You laugh, finding this adorable. “Yes, Fog. And you can open your eyes it’s only me in here.”
He steps in and closes the door, while you lean against the sink.
“Are you alright? You haven’t had too much have you?” His voice is soft. Concerned. And you feel that burn begin again in your chest.
“No, I’m not sick Foggy.” You say, which he seems to be relieved at. “I’m alright. Just. Lost in my thoughts.” You shrug.
“This definitely seems like a serene enough place to sort through thoughts.” He jokes. “Anything you want to talk about?”
“No…I mean, yes, but no.. just..I mean yeah but..not with you.”
There’s a flash of pain in his face. “Not with…me?” Oh now he sounds like a kicked puppy.
“No. Oh. No, not like that- Fog.” You panic. “I just. It- if I..talk to you about it.. it changes everything and I don’t know if I can take that.”
Now it’s Foggy’s turn to be grateful for the dim lights. “Changes everything..?” His voice tightens in anticipation.
The bathroom is now silent but for the dripping of one of the dozens of pipes in the room, and the dull music thuds outside the door.
There’s a gentle breath. “I’m into you, Foggy. Like. Really into you. I..” your fingers rake through your hair.
“I like you in that way that sticks with me, Fog, no matter how hard I try to act like it doesn’t.
I like you the way Mabel likes Frederic…”
The reference seems to come out of nowhere for Foggy, but for you, Pirates of Penzance holds a vivid memory. It's when you realized you fell for him.
“I feel it too.” Foggy interrupts after taking a moment to process. “I’ve loved you since you brought those incredible cinnamon buns in. I just never thought you’d feel the same.”
You’re so distracted by his mutual confession, the next thing you know he’s right in front of you, hand on your cheek. Your eyes flick up to his and you immediately melt under his puppydog eyes.
You both stare at eachother for a while as if deducing whether you’re ready or not. The only thing you can think is fuck it.
Your lips meet his, as you instigate the kiss. It’s soft, and sweet, and sends tingles down your spine. His hand slides around and cups the back of your head, cradeling it like it’s the most precious thing on earth. His other hand on the sink beside you. Your hands press against his chest. One hand slides up to the side of his neck.
You pull back at the same time, heaving for breath. Then Foggy’s hands slide along your body to rest on your waist.
“You have no idea how long I have waited for that”
“You should’ve kissed me sooner, Fog”
“Maybe. But then I’d have missed the look on your face after our confessions.” He gives a cheeky wink, before leaning in for another kiss.
This one felt different. More urgent, hungry,even. Like another layer of Foggy’s affection was pushing its way to the surface, impossible to hold back. You couldn’t help but eat it up, tilting your head, inviting his tongue in with the kiss. His hand tangles into your hair, the other sliding to your hip, pulling you against him.
You smile into the kiss as foggy shows you what he wants.your arms snake around his shoulders, locking behind his neck. Foggy then lifts you and sets you on the edge of the sink, lips barely parting for longer than a breath, hands in hair, tongues warring.. and one hand that begins to wander.
Foggy’s hand begins to stroke your thigh, higher and higher. His lips trail away from your mouth, down your neck, pulling sighs from you. Your hands ball his shirt up at the chest, as you nod and open your legs just a bit more.
“Fog-” you gasp out as his hand cups your sex through your jeans, giving a gentle rub. Your hand flies to his wrist but you don’t pull him away.
You feel yourself growing closer. Needier. And that’s when you stop him, gently pushing him away.
“F-Fog, Foggy” you breath out, your brain jumbled.
He immediately takes his hands off you. “Yeah? Huh?, you okay?”
“I’m fine, you’re good.” You pull his hand closer. “I just don’t want.. this to be the first time. In… here. Where everything is sticky and it.. smells.” You explain, brain fog clearing.
“Yeah, yeah that’s fair.” He sighs softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Your beautiful self deserves more.” A laugh sounds, as he moves to let you hop down. Your legs wobble ever so lightly.
“Do we leave one at a time or together?” You ask as you fix your hair in the crappy little mirror above the sink.
“I bet you Matt already knows, so there’s no point in one at a time.” Foggy chimes, daring to lean on the wall by the door. His hand is offered to you. And you take his. His hand is warm and holds yours so softly, with so much care that you nearly swoon.
After a breath you both emerge from the bathroom hand in hand. And even with the chatter and music you can hear Matt’s amused chuckle. You glance over and see his stupid,knowing grin and roll your eyes at Karen who has an identical look on her face.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow Fog,” Matt says, amusement in his tone as he wishes you a goodnight as well. You nod at Karen, and wink, confirming you’ll give her the coles notes the next day.
The silence outside is clouded only by the thudding of your own heart in your ears. Foggy hails a cab, and you climb in without hesitation. He slides in after you, and gives his address before leaning back, his hand resting on the inside of your thigh. You share a look. His pupils are wide, you imagine yours are too. You cover his hand with your own. Riding the cab in an anticipatory silence.
The ride feels twice as long as it lasts, and you’ve never been more grateful to see a building in the area that was not a walk up. You both walk into the elevator. Foggy places his hand on your back. With every floor you pass, his hand slips lower. Before he can quite get where he wants, the doors chime open. You glance over at him; his eyes are full of want, a faint pout tugging at his lips.
He fumbles for the keys, as you lean on the doorjam. Amused while he unlocks the door. You gently reach your hand up to stroke behind his ear and the man shivers and.. he whimpers. It’s barely audible, but you catch it and it goes straight through you. The door opens and there’s no time wasted. Shoes off in seconds, and you’re grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips onto his.
Foggy advances, walking you backwards towards his bedroom, until your thighs press into the plush of his bed. In the smallest of hops, you settle into the edge of it, legs hooking around his and pulling him closer. Your hands run up his chest before they begin to peel away each of his shirt buttons. He shoves it off with no ceremony, and grasps at the bottom of your band tee. Lips pulling away long enough for it to fly across the room.
“Oh Fog” you sigh as his lips travel down your neck, your hand tousling his hair. The other slides over his body, before tugging at the belt around his hips. He groans your name softly, his warm hands sliding down to your hips, squeezing needily, before ascending to your bra. His hands circle to the back, only for a confused grunt to leave his mouth.
“The hell?” He mutters. You can’t hold back the amused laugh.
“Front clasp,” you whisper into his ear, making the grown man shudder. His hands correct themselves, and he gazes at your chest as he pinches it just right and the bra pops open. He’s practically drooling as your tits bounce free. Like your shirt, your bra is soon forgotten.
“May-may I?” Foggy’s voice rasps from him. Filled with a need you hadn’t seen before. His eyes flick up to yours, trying to remain respectful. But they fall again a moment later.
“Yes Fog,” you breathe. A sharp inhale when his hands cup your tits, soft, careful. Admiring, before he kisses you again, his one hand cupping your chin, the other kneading softly. Until without warning, his hands fall to your thighs, and flip you onto your back, your knees now pressed to your stomach. Foggy makes quick work of his watch, your socks, and pants, before his knees thud to the floor by the bed.
Lips on ankles, calves, knees.. your breath stills in your throat. His breath on your thighs sends a shiver to every nerve in your body. You let your knees fall apart and flat, baring your clothed core to him.
“You good?” He checks in once again.
“Yeah” you barely are audible. The wet patch between your legs more visible now against the pastel fabric of your panties. Foggy can’t help himself. His finger presses against the wet spot with a smirk before his mouth is over you. Panties and all. His name falls from your lips like a curse word, while his jaw works against your clothed core. Your thighs twitch and hips arch into him.
It happens faster than you can blink. You feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and then you’re gasping as his mouth comes in contact with your bare cunt. Eyes rolling back, your jaw goes completely slack.
Foggy wastes no time, in true loverboy fashion. His tongue slides through to your clit, flattening against it. He glances up at you, before returning to his duties. He slides a finger up and through your folds, prodding it gently at your entry before slipping the digit inside, and crooking just gently. He mouths and sucks your clit, pulling whines and moans from you. His fingers curl in just the right place, and the corners of your vision blur.
“Yes-” your voice is stuck in your throat. Your hips lift, but foggy pulls them back down, hooking his arm under your thigh. His tongue flicks over your clit in a mesmerizing rhythm, while he slides a second finger in, speeding up his movements, and scissoring his fingers. Moans fall from your lips as the coil tightens in your belly, threatening to snap any moment.
Your hand finds his hair and tugs him closer to your core, aching for him to finish you off. And he senses it. His fingers pump harder, curling consistently, tongue swirling the sensitive nub.
“F-Foggy, Fog-oh god-” you gasp as a singular synchronized motion between fingers and lips pushes you right over the edge, your legs clamp on his head, his ministrations slowing, but not stopping until you’re on the other side of the orgasm.
He pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He stands and takes his belt off. You lean up after a moment, watching him slide his pants off, and step out of them. His cock strains against his boxers, while you back up a bit on the bed. Your eyes meet Foggy’s and his pupils are blown. His hand palms his cock through the shorts, eyes flicking away to roam over your body.
“You taste divine.” He practically moans to you, before pushing his boxers free, revealing his thick cock. Decently above average at the very least. You can’t help but blush, a combo of seeing him bare, and his words.
The bed dips as he climbs onto it, settling between your legs, fisting his cock for a moment.
“Fog, Foggy please,” you breathe. You’re rather impatient now.
He’s amused for a moment. But he can’t hold back. For all the teasing fun he could have with you.. he just can’t do it yet. His arms hold him up, and he kisses you, aligning himself, dragging his cock through your soaked, sensitive folds. You both let out a breathy moan when the head hitches on your entry. Your fingers grip his arm.
Foggy’s eyes flip to yours, wild with need. Wild with you. And all he sees is the same in return as he pushes into you. Your jaw drops, but you maintain eye contact as he pushes in, thick inch by thick inch. Your breath is stuck in your lungs. The stretch is delightful.
Once he’s fully inside of you, there’s a moment. You adjust, and bite your lip. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, before nodding and pulling him down for a kiss, swallowing a moan from Foggy as he drags his hips back before pushing back in with a firm thrust.
“Oh-” your surprised exclamation spurs foggy on, and he sets a rhythm based on that. firm thrusts that make your tits bounce. The sound of skin slapping joins your rhythmic moans in the air, Foggy’s moans occasionally joining in. His face nestles down to your neck, and he begins to suck on your pulse point, only pausing to moan your name like a prayer.
You return the sentiment, with fervor, nails running down his back, while he holds your other hand beside your head. You can feel his cock hitting just the perfect spot and you can’t help the
“Ah- yes- fuck- right there baby,” you keen, and Foggy immediately adjusts to hit that spot again and again, his free hand reaching between them to dance on your clit.
“There ya go” he hums. “Take it, baby-nngh” he moans deep as you clench around his cock over and over.
“ ‘s good, Fog mhm-” your mind can’t make sense of the words you’re saying. Foggy has you dancing on the edge again, and with the next touch of your clit you fall over it, your walls tightening around him, pulling a whimper from his lips, his own hips stuttering as he gets closer to his peak. He holds back long enough to fuck you through your orgasm, before with a final sharp thrust, and a moan, he spills inside of you, face tucked into your neck, your hand in his hair.
Foggy thrusts a few more times, as he softens. He peppers gentle kisses against your neck.
The room is silent but for the fan in the corner, both of you taking in the events of the evening,and basking in the afterglow.
He pulls out slowly, and wanders off to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm, damp cloth and wipes you clean, before handing you a glass of water. Sitting up, you move to lean against the headboard while you drink, flat sheet over your legs.
You hesitate, the words landing heavier than you expected. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says again, softer this time.
You glance at him, searching his face. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I know,” he replies. “I want to. It’s the truth.”
You blush, tips of your ears and nose going red. You fiddle with the flat sheet covering your legs. “It’s..not a one time thing, right?” You ask. Hesitation in your breath.
Foggy smiles, reassuringly. “Not if I can help it.” He leans towards you, tucking a hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Your eyes flutter shut at the kiss on your forehead. The simple gesture says more than his words can. You let go of the nervous breath in your chest as Foggy pulls you against him. Your head rests against his chest, his fingertips stroking the length of your back for a while before his hand settles on your ass.
You absently trace your fingers along his chest. Listening to the city go by outside, the fan oscillating in the room. Peace. But you can’t seem to find it. No matter how soothing the city, the fan, or Foggy’s heart is. You just can’t settle.
Foggy seems to notice. “Hey you alright down there?” He asks, giving your ass a gentle squeeze.
A smile crosses your face and you look up at him, eyes twinkling in a new sense of mischief.
“Oh boy.” Foggy breathes. As if on cue, his cock twitches to lift against your thigh, and your hand slides down his body, into his boxers. He hisses as you grasp his cock. You pump him slowly, as you scoot yourself down the bed, to sit between his legs. Once he’s back to his full hardness, you pause to tie your hair back into a loose ponytail.
This pulls a pre-emptive moan to come from somewhere deep inside of Foggy. He shoves his boxers down to free his cock once more. You can’t help the smile that comes across your face. You take your turn to settle between his legs, and lick a stripe up the bottom side of his cock. Foggy whimpers. It’s the hottest sound you’ve heard in god knows how long.
He whines your name as you repeat the action, his hand wrapping around the base of your ponytail, not to control, but to be grounded in the moment. Which he’s grateful for the moment your mouth takes him. His eyes roll back and there is a choked moan.
Your head bobs in a steady rhythm, and Foggy’s hips struggle not to meet you in the middle.a strangled “sorry” leaves his lips when you gag after a short uncontrolled thrust from him, but you push through it, letting him go that deep again. His hand tugs at your hair after a while, and you pull back and look at him, panting, drool rolling down your chin.
You smile, pumping his cock still, red and angry, ready for another release. You lean over him, and kiss him deeply, sharing his taste while you swing a leg up to straddle him, grinding his cock between your core and his stomach. He whimpers, hands flying to your hips.
“Shit—”Foggy swears, and your name comes out of him like a beggar. Your whole body tingles. You sit up just enough to slide home on his cock, the now familiar stretch making your eyes flutter in delight. You begin to rock your hips, hands settled on his chest in front of you, pushing your tits out further.
Foggy could admit he hadn’t expected a second round. Or that your hips would ruin him. But here you both were in his bed. Round two, with him being ridden.
“You like that,Fog?” You ask, trying a few experimental bounces that nearly send Foggy off the cliff far too early.
“Yes-fuck” he rasps, guiding your hips now as you find a rhythm that works for both of you. Once you’re comfortable, you lean back some, trailing one hand between your legs, stroking your clit,the other sliding up your body to knead at your tit.
“Oh my god-” Foggy shudders. You can feel how tense his muscles are under your movements. You feel a rush of pride and pick up the speed, smiling down at foggy. He breaks a hand away from your hip, and attaches it to your tit, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing a momentary fault in your rhythm. Your eyelids flutter. His other hand pushes your own away from your stuffed cunt, and takes over stroking your clit while you ride him.
“You’re taking me S’good-” he moans out to you, watching himself disappear into you with every bounce you make. You can’t help the whine that leaves your throat. You’re losing steam even with how close you both are to your ends.
“Cmon baby, that’s it” Foggy encourages you, rocking his hips to help.
“Fog-” your hand grasps at the wrist between your legs, the other holds his other arm for support. “I-I’m gonna—”
“FOGGY-” You gasp, vision going white, as a pinch to your nipple sends the intense orgasm through your body. Your fingertips tingle, eyes roll back, and your walls spasm around foggy.
Foggy barely hangs on, as your body milks his cock, his hands move to your hips. 1, 2, 3 more thrusts and he spills inside you again, his fingers digging hard into your side, bound to leave at least a small bruise.
You slump forward and kiss him, sloppy, but earnest. He returns the kiss,before falling back into the bed with a soft thunk. You take a moment to let your thighs stop trembling, before you climb off him. Once you wipe him down with Kleenex you take your time in the bathroom, cleaning yourself up, and spying the hickey he left you on your pulse point earlier. You can’t help the smile on your face, as you head back to bed.
Climbing into bed, foggy has already begun dozing. He peeks out at you as you lean over him. He can see the question in your eyes
“What’s on your mind?” He asks softly.
You hesitate. Not wanting to ruin the haze. “I just— We…didn’t spend all that time orbiting each other for just one night…right?”
Foggy smiles, sleepy, but reassuring. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried. I’m…pretty set on sticking around.” His voice is soft. Heavy. Honest.
His words put your heart at ease and you lay with your head on his chest, finally feeling your body let you relax. His arm wraps around you, bringing you close to kiss your forehead, before stroking your arm until his snores fill the room. Your eyes flutter closed, a soft smile on your face, feeling right at home in his arms.
You broke the orbit. It was finally time to live in the sun.
