The R(eel) Deal | Foggy Nelson x Reader
A/N: i fear I write Foggy better than the show writers
Summery: Going on a date with Foggy isn't the best idea, but it's Valentine's Day. What harm could it do?
Themes: Fluff -> Smut, First Date, Mutual Crush, Semi-Established Relationship, Aftercare, Alcohol, Awkward4Awkward, Bar Setting, Crying from pleasure (R and Foggy), Drinking/Drunk Reader, Drunk Sex(?), Facial, First Kiss Together, First Time Together, Kissing/Making out, Handjob, Love bites, Minor FogMatt mention because I'M GAY, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up!!), Slow burn (ig),
Word Count: 2.38k
18+ NSFW SMUT, MINORS DNI !!!
Foggy sat at the bar, eyes on the door of Josie's as his leg bounced. It's not like he was nervous, I mean, it wasn't really a date date, was it? Just two friends who didn't have a Valentine.
His eyes widened as you walked through the door, his cheeks flushing. He wasn't expecting you to dress up, he was just in the same suit he wore to work, minus the jacket. The jacket feels too formal, especial for a friendly thing, right?
"Holy shit," He said as you stood in front of him, "now I feel under dressed, since when did you have a sense of style?"
"Shut up," you mumbled, sitting next to him and pushing him back slight, all playfully of course. "You're always in a suit whenever I see you, I had to try something, you know?"
"Oh, so you did try to out preform me. Great." Foggy laughed, putting his hand on your shoulder and squeezing, shaking a bit before he grabbed two glasses from behind the bar and tailed down Josie for a bottle.
He poured you both a handsome amount and raised his glass, clearing his throat and waiting for you to raise yours too, even if it was reluctant. "Happy fucking Valentine's Day, yeah? To... friends?"
"Friends?" You repeat, laughing softly, "This isn't a date?"
"Is it? I mean- sure if that's what you want-" He said, flabbergasted before he cooled himself, "A date? Like, friend date? Orr..."
"You're ridiculous, Nelson," you said softly, clinking your glass against his and taking a sip. He watched as your face scrunched slightly, though you were trying to play it cool.
Foggy smiled, eyes flickering over your face before he looked away, taking a sip as well. "Don't call me Nelson, by the way. Feels like a court room."
"What, would you prefer Franklin?"
"No! Never-" He choked out, almost spitting out his drink. A hand combed through his hair as he set down the glass, flustered. "Who even told you that was my name? No one called me that outside of-"
"Matt and Judges? Yeah. Obviously you know which one I got it from." You smiled, taking another, smaller, sip of your drink. "You know I was just trying to pull your strings, right?" You quickly asked.
"Yeah, yeah, totally. You also forgot Cops, those are the worst kinds of people who call me that." Foggy mumbled, rolling his eyes and picking back up his glass, taking a sip again. "Have I ever told you about the time I almost got arrested?"
"You almost got arrested?!" You squeak out, blushing as you realized the high pitched voice crack. "I mean- no, you haven't-"
He looked over you, watching your cheeks burn a slightly darker color. He reached out to do something but quickly pulled away, rolling his eyes again. "Well, yeah, a few times. I mean, I was walking to an active crime scene, but I'm a lawyer!"
You both laughed, and drank again. it felt good, just the two of you.
The night went on, more jokes and stories exchanged. An entire bottle later, you found yourself stumble around the sidewalks of Hell's Kitchen with his arm around you. You heard the drunken singing, or maybe rambling, of Foggy as he guided you towards his apartment a few blocks away.
As you staggered up the stairs to Foggy's apartment, your heart started to race, realizing what might happen. You swallowed hard and looked over at him, seeing his beaming smile and carefree attitude, that still lingered even when intoxicated beyond belief.
He opened the door, bowing slightly as you walked in. "Mi casa es tu casa," He chuckled out, which with how much alcohol was in his system, sounded more like a giggle. He pushed the door closed after you were both inside, his back pressed against it as he took a long, deep breath. "You down for a beer?"
"No, I'm good," You laughed, leaning against his kitchen counter and looking around. The place was surprisingly neat, and unsurprisingly nerdy. Knickknacks and 'collector's items' (toys) in their boxes.
You smiled wide, watching him walk over to the fridge and grab and beer, quick to open and chug it. He tossed it in the trash can and looked at you, mouth slightly agape before he closed the fridge and walk over to lean with you, a smirk on his face that gave away his thought.
"Wanna cuddle on the couch? Channel flip till we both fall asleep and regret tonight?" He asked, laughing softly. "Or you can go pass out in my bed. Whatever floats your boat."
You froze at being given a decision this impaired. You swallowed hard, shrugging before mumbling out, "The first one sounds nice, yeah."
He instantly grabbing your hand and pulled you towards the couch, turning on the TV when you both sit.
"You're warm." He murmured out, brows furrowed as his arm stayed around your shoulder, "Like, really warm, are you- okay?"
You looked up at him, eyes slightly unfocused as you laughed, "You're blushing," you say plainly, making Foggy bite his lip.
"Am I? You are, too." He spits back, laughing with you.
Before you know it, he leans down and press his lips against your softly, almost cautiously. When you respond positively, he smiles and deepens the kiss, tongue rolling across yours.
You hum, yelping out as he pushes you into a laying position,hand on your cheek while his other helps him hover over you. "Too fast?" He asks, eyes wide with apology already.
"Just- surprising. I didn't expect you to..." You murmured in response, but you paused too long and he kisses you again, smiling wide against your own grin.
Opening your mouth only eggs him one, kissing you like it's the only thing he's ever wanted, starved for you specifically. You finally let out a moan, followed by his own noise since the make out session start. He lowers himself, leaning into you from the side as he pulls back, your chests touching.
He smiled, eyes crinkling like he just won the lottery. "You're really hot- I mean- warm. You look like your head is about to explode."
"I mean- we did just- kiss on the first date," You joke, looking into his eyes, which widen slightly. He clears his throat, unbuttoning his shirt a little as his eyes studied your face and neck.
"Yeah, uhm- we did," he confirms, almost to himself, "You uh- we don't have do anything else, though- unless you want to-"
You both looked at each other, wide eyed and thinking over his offer. You smiles, pressing a soft kiss to Foggy's cheek before situating a bit better.
You both lay on your side on the couch, his back against the back cushions and an arm around your waist. His lips twitched before he leaned in to kiss you again, slower this time. He savored your tasty this time, exploring your mouth slowly before your tongues tangled.
You back arched, pushing you against him, his body almost engulfing yours. You squeaked out, squirming before he leaned back, pulling himself half on top of you before opening his eyes.
"You're adorable, especially when you make those little noises. You sound like a cute little..." He murmured, cutting himself off you nip at your jaw before kissing up your cheek slowly. "Kitten," he whispered against the shell of your ear.
You blushed harder at the comparison, laughing nervously as your eyes darted away. He knew he struck a nerve, biting your earlobe softly before finding your lips again.
Foggy's hand moved up your shirt, finding your hardened bud and pinched it, causing you to gaps and pull back slightly in shock, a breath that sounded like his name leaving your lips before he captured them again. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
"Why do I not trust you?" You laugh out against his lips, which curl in response.
"I'm a lawyer, lying is kinda my job. But I'm not doing it right now."
You laughed more as he stroked your cheek, hand careful and loving, eyes staring into yours like you're all that matters, which to him, in moment, you are.
The kisses continue until you're both shirtless, his skin against yours as you both tangle inside one another, arms wrapped like snakes. He almost purrs against you as his nose brushes against your temple, whispering, "You're so pretty," to "I shouldn't say that," to "But it's true."
You feel his hand trail down your side before his fingers trace around you button and zipper. "Can I- can we, uh-" He stutters, face and shoulders flushed, ear bright red.
"Please, yeah-" You say, cutting him off, knowing exactly what he's stammering about. Your lips meet again as he pulls off the rest of your clothes, pulling back down to stare for a few seconds, smirking to himself as he pressed his clothed bulge against your thigh. You gasped, making him chuckle.
"Sensitive?" He purrs into your ear, nipping it then kissing down your jaw as he grinds against you, teasing you with the silhouette of his length.
You nod, whimpering as he hand cups you, fingers moving independently over your crotch, his tongue coming out for a split second, darting across his lips before he sucked on your neck, continuing his stroking motion.
He only stops when you moan out, "Foggy-" His eyes lighting up. He speeds up, trying to elicit more, wanting you hear his name on repeat. He does earn it, your body trembling under his. He grinned, kissing your neck, licking the column of your throat until his teeth pinched your chin.
"Foggy, holy shit- you're like- really good at this-" you said, almost questioning it as your voice broke into a moan.
"Thanks, sweetie." He murmured against his fingers, wetting and pushing them suddenly, "Just you wait."
You gasp and whine, noises which were instantly muffled against Foggy's mouth, tongue slipping in and pushing yours back, playfully fighting to keep your moans just soft hums against his lips.
He pumps in and out, scissoring his fingers while rubbing your inner walls. If you could talk, you'd be cussing like a sailor, his fingers pressing against spots that made stars burst behind your eyes.
You couldn't even warn him before you finished, his digits pulling out as he pulled back, looking at your mess. "Cute. Really cute." He said softly before scooping you up. "You're gonna be way cuter in my bed, though."
You tensed, suddenly aware that you're in his arms as he maneuvers around furniture and basically falling over the bed when he sets you down. You both laugh, laying in the position for a little longer than sober people would. Foggy groaned, pushing his pants down with his boxers, huffing as he stared at your body with his hand around his cock.
You stared down, biting your lips as he pumped it slowly. Without thinking, you pushed him back onto his back and climbed on top of him. He slipped inside half way easily as you sat on his cock, both of you whine at the feeling.
Your hands on his chest, about to claw in as you hovered, looking down at him. You both panted in unison, his eyes wide with lust and surprise, his lips parted as he pants out.
"You're kinda cute, too, Fog." You murmured, making his eyes roll back and his cock twitch inside you. You can't make another snarky remark as his hips buck up, shoving a good inch deeper and making you cry out in shock.
"Come on, make more of those noises," he growls out, thrusting up again, your eyes rolling shut as he bottoms out inside you. "Actually, I-I don't wanna cum just yet-"
You both laugh, not moving as you get used to being filled with him. He licks his lips, looking up at you with a wide, stupid smile and even wider, eyes and dilated pupils.
"I'll shut up then, as long as you keep talking," you murmured, bouncing once, making the tears he didn't even know were forming fall from his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah- oh you're an asshole-" He chuckles, licking his lips. He gasped each time you sat down on him, hissed when your hips moved back up.
You hummed, agreeing softly as you leaned down to kiss him again. He hissed when you returned the love bites from earlier, chuckling when you pull back from the kiss. His cock was twitching inside you, his balls tightening, "Motherfucker-"
You suddenly stopped moving, keeping him fully inside you as you kissed him again, laughing softly. "You gonna cum?" You asked, prompting him nod. The look in his eyes made your stomach flip, and you almost didn't pull him out.
You stood on your knees and crawling backwards to put your face under his cock. Foggy's length throbbed against your cheek, leaking out as you stared up into his eyes. You pumped his dick, watching his reaction the whole time.
"Good, do it- Cum for me," You spoke against his length, licking it up and down, feeling each throb and twitch as you pumped and suckled on it slightly. You pull back just in time to be met with a rope of his seed, his voice cracking as he squeaking out your name as his orgasm hit him like a truck.
You laughed softly, crawling over him once he stopped gushing. You pressed your lips to his one last time before falling onto your side, closing your eyes. He views the sight for just a bit longer than he should before he sits up, walking over to the bathroom and wetting a rag with hot water.
He came over and wiped it over your face, eyes and mouth, kissing your forehead, cheek and lips before going to get two more rag. He uses the second to clean around your entrance, teasing you slightly before the last one to press against your skin softly, pushing you onto your back before wrapping an arm around you.
Foggy eventually covered up both of you, once you had fallen asleep in his arms. He threw the rag towards the bathroom and smiled, falling asleep as well not too much later.