Summery: Whenever Kurt is away on a mission, he always make sure to take time out of his day (or night) to call you.
Themes: Smut, Established Relationship, Phone Sex, Audiophilia, German w/ no Translation, Kurt is STUPID in love, Mutual Masturbation, Pet names, R is a mutant (no powers written), Sex Toys, Yearning
Word Count: 1.2k
18+ NSFW SMUT, MINORS DNI !!!
Kurt laid out on the bed, his eyes shutting for a moment before he grabbed his phone, dialing your number. As soon as you answer, he's already yapping, "Hallo, mein Liebe, how was your day?"
He's purring in to the phone as you speak, completely forgetting his surrounds and focusing in on your voice. He's so focused on it that he barely realizes what it's doing to him.
He grunts and groans as he adjusts his position on the squeaky spring mattress, making you pause.
"You okay, babe?" You ask, your ignorance of his growing member making his chuckle and harden more.
"Ja, ja, just... I miss you." He murmurs, smiling as his hand cups his erection. "Wish I could go back to the Mansion and hold you, but this mission requires me to stay the night."
You hum in response, the noise going straight to his dick unbeknownst to you. "Yeah, it would be nice to have my fluffy boy holding me."
He groaned, squeezing around his cock through his boxers. "Ja, I'd love to be next to you, mein Schatz..." He said, his voice noticeably getting more and more hoarse.
"You getting tired? You sound... a little off." You ask, sitting up on the other end of the phone.
"No, no, I'm fine. Just, uhm... really missing you, Mäuschen." He laughs, the sound husky and crackling over the phone. He can't help but push his underwear down and freeing his cock. The head is purple and leaking with pre-cum already. "You know, if you just keep talking, I'm sure I'll fall right asleep."
"Oh, yeah?" You laugh softly, listening closely to his voice. "You sure nothing's on your mind?"
His hand wraps around his cock as he laughs and purrs into the phone, "Just you, Süßer. Always you." He squeezes his throbbing length, inhaling sharply. His thumb rubbed the pre around his cock head, hissing.
"Are you-" you laugh, not believing your thoughts, "Are you touching yourself, Blau?"
He swallowed hard, looking down at his length, "Would you be mad if I were?" He says, his smile audible.
"I wouldn't but you should... tell me if you're jacking off to my voice." You laugh, close your bedroom door and lay out on the bed. "Maybe I wanna join. Would that be so bad?"
His eyes widen, his cock throbbing at your question, "No, that would be... wunderbar, ja..." He whispers, not even realizing it as he stretches his neck. "You're wanting to-"
"Yes, Kurt. I would love to hear you moan over the phone." You smile, his skin burning as your words wash over him, flushed and horny and all kinds of yearning to be home with you again.
"Naughty, naughty..." He murmurs, stroking himself finally, letting go of a breathe he didn't even notice he had been holding. "I wish I were there, I am in urgent need of your sweetness."
You laughed, your hand dipping into your own pants as your back arches off the mattress. You turned your head into the pillow, smelling the faintest bit of the sulfur-y scent Kurt leaves behind. "I'm sure you are," you whine, your hand rubbing over your core, making you moan softly, "I need you, too."
"Mm, I'm sure. You sound sooo needy," He says sarcastically, speeding up his hand around his dick, starting to pant, "You sure you want to do this?"
"I was going to jack off tonight anyways, why can't I do it with my lovely boyfriend?" You murmur, breathing out slowly as you started to work yourself up as well.
Kurt's cock throbs as he listens to your pant and moan, doing the same as his balls tighten and abs contract. "You'd sound much better under me, mein Schatz. Taking me until we're both more than satisfied."
"Oh please, you shouldn't promise things you won't follow through one," You whine out, making him chuckle.
"I plan to do everything I say as soon as I see you again, Schön. I'll rush you to our room just to get a taste of your lips before I undress you and ravage you entirely."
The words make you whine, the noise making him groan out as he strokes himself slower, "You really are needy, huh? Make more noise for me, Liebchen."
You moan out, the sound playing on the other end of the phone into his ears. He purrs, egging you on more, "You need to use a toy, mein Schatz? Go ahead. I want you to be just as pleasured as I am with your voice."
You chuckled lowly, pausing as you considered it. He had a way of making you do things without even telling you to, maybe it was the accent, or maybe you were just so attuned to him that your knees got weak. You whine into the phone, standing up, "Fuck you."
"I will eventually, Süßer, but right now you're on your own." He grinned, his hand pausing it's stroking as he licked his lips, "You're going to ride something and pretend it's me, while I talk sweet nothings into the phone, ja?"
You moaned as you nodded, doing exactly what he said, "Mhm-" You squeak out softly as you obey, lubing up a toy and putting it against your entrance, "Kurt-" you hiss, biting your lip as you tried to hold the phone against your ear.
"Yes, Liebchen? You need explicit instructions, hmm?" He chuckles softly, even more so as you moan out. "Stuff yourself full and ride my pillow. Shove your nose into the pillow and let go, let me hear your sweet, sweet noises."
You gasped at how his dirty words, but that didn't stop you from obliging. You moan and whine against the pillow as you hold the toy, a strangled, pathetic noise escaping your throat, almost enough to make Kurt spill all over himself.
"Goood, goood..." He murmurs, nuzzling into the phone as he lets out a few groans as he speeds up, cock leaking an intense amount of pre-cum as he growls, "Can't wait to silence you with my mouth, my tongue wrapping around yours."
You bite down on the pillow breathing in slowly as i whimper, the sound barely picking up on the other end, but he hears it, smiling as his lips part, his tongue swiping along them. He groans, "Going to cum, mein Liebe-"
His words make you whine out more, encouraging him to keep talking, moaning and grunting as he tries to push himself over the edge, "So close, ah, just a little more, I need you so bad Liebchen." He hisses, bucking his hips and sliding his length in and out of his hand, cumming and being just as vocal as he usually is, the white spurts covering his stomach and thighs as he continues to moan into the phone.
Not only does his orgasm make your core do a flip, but the sounds cause your own, making you follow suit soon after, giving him back the same amount of moan as you ride out your own climax.
You both pant for a short while, your eyes fluttering shut as you listen to his pants and gasps on the other end. Neither of you talk or even move for a while before he chuckles softly.
"Ich liebe dich," He whispers, eyes rolled shut as he still holds his throbbing cock, "See you soon, ja?"
"Ich liebe dich auch," You smile, a little drunk off your own high."
Summery: When you don't show up for you Valentine's Day date, Jason immediately thinks the worst.
Themes: Angst -> Fluff-> Smut (the Holy Trinity), Dead Dove Don't Eat, Kidnapping, L-bomb, Saved by your Lover, Rough Sex, Biting, Blood, Bleeding Kink, Crying (pleasure), Crying Kink/Dacryphilia, Lovey Dovey!Jason, Pain Kink, terribly written action sequences,
Word Count: little over 2k
18+ NSFW SMUT, MINORS DNI
Jason waited, and waited. He called you, going straight to voice mail. It's terrifying, really. To not hear from you, especially on Valentine's Days, when he's waiting for you on some roof top for a dinner he made sure he'd have time for.
No patrol, no deals, nothing. All for you to just... not show up? He stood up, slamming the table in an outburst he immediately cooled, breathing out slowly. He wasn't mad at you, he knew you'd never stand him up. That's why his feet moved before he even thought of rushing down to our apartment.
Door broken, the door is fucking broken. He rushed in to look around, eyes scanning everything with unanswered questions, trying to figure out what happened.
He growled, not meaning to, as he turned around. His feet moved as his mind raced, he couldn't hear his own thoughts over the static that plagued his mind. It flooded him, made a horrible mess in his head as he ran back up the stairs, his eyes locking onto his helmet on the table.
It was on his head as he made a call, getting the last known location of your phone and rushing towards the area. Crime Alley, of course. Jason hissed, grumbling to himself as he realized being in his Red Hood costume was probably the best idea.
You liked the helmet, and the body armor. Something about it makes you feel safe, or in danger depending on what roleplay you agreed to.
He jumped down into an alley, looking around. He noticed a dumpster in front of a door, immediately suspicious. he pushed it out he way and made his way inside, sneaking around a corner as he heard talking.
"Sure this is the right bitch? Honestly, doesn't seem like Red's type," a man said. It made Jason's blood boil, his knuckles turning white under the fingerless gloves. He looked past the corner to see you cuffed to a pipe, unconscious.
His eyes darted between the few men in front you, kinda pissed that you wouldn't be able to watch him beat them to a pulp. He rushed in,grunting as he punched the man who spoke, "That's exactly my type actually," he grinned behind the mask.
The others drew their guns, which was useless since Jason disarmed them... with punches to the face. He searched the pockets for keys to uncuff you, his eyes wide behind his helmet as looked over you for any injuries. He picked up up after freeing your wrist and turned around to see more criminals coming around the corner. "Sorry fellas, but i got a date." He yelled out, holding you tight against his chest as he climbed up stairs to a broken window.
Making sure you're secured tightly in his arms, he jumps down towards a fire escape across the alley, making time far, far ahead of his pursuers. In no time at all, he's lost them, talking an alternative route back to your apartment.
Slamming your door shut only made it bounce back to him, his brows furrowing as he remembered it was broken. He laid you down softly on your couch, pushing a chair against the door to keep it shut before coming back over to you.
He stroked your hair till you came to, his eyes locked onto yours. As you groaned, he frowned. "What's wrong, baby?"
You shook your head, sitting up slightly "Nothing, besides that fact i got hit upside the head..." You grumbled sarcastically.
"Don't worry, so did those guys. They didn't hurt ya too bad, huh?" He murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead as he helped you stand up. Your legs were wobbly, but that's expected.
"No, but- uh..." You looked up at him with a bittersweet smile, "Sorry for messing up our date..."
"You didn't mess shit up, shut the fuck up." He said, his hands cupping your face, rubbing right under a black eye that's puffy and developing. "You didn't have anything to do with what happened. It's my fault, I shouldn't-"
"No, no, now it's time for you to shut the fuck up- let's just..." You started, mumbling before you stopped, pressing your face against his chest.
"I love you."
"Love you, too, sweet cheeks." Jason whispered, holding you close. He sat down, pulling you into his lap as he does, making you laugh. "Love you sooo much, baby." He grinned up at you as you pulled back.
"Yeah? Even though I'm sure whatever take out you got is sitting in the fridge and you didn't get to eat any of it?" You smiled down at him.
"Yeah, I mean- we can eat it later. I wanna do something else first." He murmured,pulling you down into a soft, caste kiss, his hands moving under your shirt. You gasped making him chuckle softly, "Just gotta check for injuries, yeah?"
His tone made it evident that he wasn't just checking, more like mapping you out with his gloved hands. The cold leather on your skin almost tingled compared to the exposed fingertips on his calloused hands.
Jason's grin widened as he felt you squirm, heard you whine out softly. "What's that about babe? It hurt? Or does it feel good?" He said slowly, eyes half lidded as he looked up at him, hands slowly dipping back to your hips.
"Shut up- asshole-" You laughed, rolling your eyes. You'd be lying if you weren't getting turned on, and he could tell. Especially by the yelp as he pulled you down against his lap.
"Oh, yeah, I"m an asshole," He murmured, rolling his eyes back before staring into yours. "Shirt off." He spoke the words as he pulled it up, giving you little option than obeying.
Your laugh made Jason know you knew what he was doing, and that you wanna keep going. Especially when you leaned down to press your lips against his again. He smirked into the kiss, licking your bottom lip before pushing his tongue inside to tangle with your own.
Hands moved up your sides before resting on your back, keeping you pressed against the brick of Kevlar and ceramics as Jason's lips moved from yours, to your jaw and neck. You whined and moaned out softly when he left love bites and hickeys in his wake.
"J-Jay-" You manage to choke out, hips instinctively moving to grind your core against his.
He growled against your skin before pulling back, "Yeah, babe? Wanna thank me?" He said, licking his lips as he saw how your own were swollen and plump, covered in both your saliva and his.
"Is it really thanking if I'd had done it anyway?" You ask, rolling your eyes and well as your lower half against his. "Fuck me already, Jay."
Your words were like gasoline to the fire burning behind his eyes, making it impossible for him to do anything that wasn't kissing you and trying to undress you at the same time.
He completed his mission and had you on his lap, hot and bothered by the thought of your boyfriend in his hot, crime fighting (or creating) uniform and his sweaty brow and how hard his dick was under your ass.
With your lips tangled together, Jason managed to pulls his cock out of his pants and rub it against your hole, pulling back to spit in his hand and jerk himself. He grinned up at you stupidly, "Ready?" He said, voice slightly hoarse and gravely with need.
You nodded, gasping as he pushed forward, just the head of his cock at first. Your hole fluttered around him, moaning softly at the feeling His lips spread wider, his teeth sinking into your neck a little too hard, drawing blood.
He licked at the marks that bleed as your eyes welled with tears, mouth open as a pleasured cry comes from your throat. Jason was too far gone, pushing half his length inside you with a deep thrust, making you cry out again. He groaned, his cock twitching inside you as he listened to the pathetic sobs and moans that came from your mouth, watching with his head lulled back as your tears fell off your cheeks and onto his plated chest piece.
"That's it, baby. So good for me." He murmured, hand stroking your hair as he let you adjust to his girthy length. "Crying already?" He chuckled, pulling you down to lick up a trail left by the salty orbs.
"So sweet..." He whispered against your ear before biting down and licking. He moaned right to your shell as he thrusted up, impaling you full now. "There we go-" He hissed his cock throbbing and leaking a large amount of pre-cum already.
"Fuck- Jason-" You whined, silenced by another hungry kiss as you sit on his dick,, taking the full length and loving the pain and pleasure that come with it.
"I am, I'm fucking ya," He chuckled, rolling and circling his hips slightly, just moving enough to push around inside you, making you gaps and moan more.
You groaned at his words, "Shut up-" You said, no real bite behind it as you were just wanting more friction. "Please, babe-"
"Please? Already? You're so pathetic when you're filled with me." Jason chuckled, kissing you again as he picked you up in his arms as he stood. He carried you to the bed, making sure to keep himself inside you the whole way.
"This what you need?" He asked as he slammed you onto your bed, opening and spreading you just enough to push a little deeper. "You need me?"
"Y-yeah- fuck, Jay-" You moan, eyes shut tight as he pulled out. When he doesn't immediately push back in, you open your eyes weakly, opening your mouth to say something but he thrusts brutally inside, making you cry out again, "Jason!"
He smirked almost sadistically as he watched your eyes roll back, you mouth almost permanently agape. He pushes his tongue into your open mouth, his eyes shutting gently as he claims it again.
After a few more motions of pulling out, pushing in suddenly, and using his tongue to fuck your mouth, he speeds up, fucking you rough and his lips travel down the bump of your throat, biting and marking you while you moan out his name.
"Good, good, keep calling my name. You love when I fuck you, yeah?" He asks before biting into you again, lapping up the blood from your wound. "Love when I mark you, don'tcha?"
You nod, crying out in pleasure as he fucks you and scars you chest with his teeth. You know it'll fade in a few weeks, but it's still the hottest thing happening.
"Keep saying my name while I mark you in and out, baby," He growls, his grip on your hips tightening as he fucks you as hard as he can, chasing his own high as you realize you're about to cum as well.
"Ah, J-Jay- gonna-" You whine, his cock throbbing inside you as you cum before you can even finish your sentence. Jason continues to fuck you, biting and sucking marks all over your chest, licking a circle around your nipple before pulling it into his mouth. He continues the worship, rigorously trying to overstimulate you just to feel you cum around him again.
After a few minutes of said pleasurable torture, you're whining and crying out as your orgasm returns, triggering his own as he floods your insides, emptying his balls into you. The thrusts don't stop, but slow down eventually as he pull back from your skin to pant and gasp for the air that he deprived himself of.
He looks down at you, seeing your flushed and bruised skin, your weak, broken smile. He kissing your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips, all slowly and loving as if he's trying to apologize (unneeded) for his rough treatment.
"Love ya, sweets." He whispers against your ear before falling on top of you, like a big, warm heated blanket.
"Love you, too, Jay..." You say softly before you both pass out.
Summery: Something about your relationship makes Matt feel a tinge of Catholic Guilt, but that doesn't stop him from loving you.
Themes: Angst -> Smut, Church/Religion Talk, Guilt, Hurt/Comfort, L-Bomb, Atheist/Non-Christian Reader, Biting, Choking, Condoms (Wrap it before you tap it!), Crying/Dacryphilia, First time Together, Rough Sex,
Word Count: 1.7k on the dot
18+ NSFW SMUT, MINORS DNI !!!
Matt walked into the church, folding his cane and holding it against his side as he sat in the pew. He leaned forward, hands clasped around the chain of his rosary as he calmed his mind. The church was one of the only placed quiet enough for him to focus. Despite the atmosphere, his mind keeps going back to you. The smell of your hair, the feeling of your skin, the sound of your voice. Every little thing.
He pressed his forehead against his head harder, letting out a grunt. He quickly cleared his throat and started to pray so he can leave, back to the busy streets of Hell's Kitchen where he can think about anything but his interest in one, stupid sin.
As he stood up, he heard footsteps walk towards him, that of Father Lantom. He sighed, knowing that he's going to be coursed into a confession if he speaks too much or too little. He smiled, stopping and allowing Father to walk up to him.
"Something heavy on your soul, Son?" The man asked, even though he knows that's the only time Matt was ever in the church besides Sundays.
"Always, Father. You know, my line of work... and love life." He muttered the last part, getting a smile and soft laugh from the priest.
"Love life? Who's the lucky one?" Lantom asked, putting a hand on Matt's shoulder.
"I wouldn't say 'lucky' just yet. I'm unsure of... the relationship." He murmured, shaking his head. "It's not exactly... a traditional one."
"I see. And what makes you think that, Son?"
"Well, for one, they aren't in the church, and... have no want to be." Matt admits, listening closely for Father Lantom's reaction. A sudden raise in heart rate, silence for a few moments before he lets go of his breath he barely knew he was holding in. Matt smiled.
"Well, that seems like something to talk to the man himself about, yeah?" He finally says before squeezing Matt's shoulder and walking away.
A chuckle leave's his throat as he puts away his rosary and unfolds his cane, swallowing hard as he bad his way out of the church. The thousands of foot steps and voices flooded his four senses, making him tense for just a few moments. He then went on with the rest of his day, till going to your place in the evening.
You opened the door to see Matt, holding red, white and pink roses with slightly flushed cheeks and a goofy smile. "Happy Valentine's Day?" He says, almost questioning it.
"Well, you're a couple days early... and you never asked me." You say, smiling still as you take the flowers from him and inviting him in. He immediately moved to your couch and sat down while you placed the flowers into a glass.
"Oh, well... maybe now I can ask you?" He said, still smiling. He knew you were being sarcastic, of course you'd be his Valentine. "Unless you like someone else." He added quickly, as if he was almost questioning it.
"Matthew," You said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind the couch, laughing before whispering in his ear, "never."
"Really? You sure about that?" He asked, doubting it despite your heart beat saying otherwise. He turned his head towards you, his hand coming up to your cheek. "Sure you wouldn't want a guy like... I don't know..."
"Nope. Nothing can beat Matt Murdock for me, babe." You smiled, hopping over the couch and sitting next to him, his arm immediately wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer.
"Flatterer." He huffed, looking forward. He felt you take off his glasses, your hand turning his head back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He tensed, making you do so too.
"Sorry, I- was that-" You stammer before he pulls you back into the kiss, hand on your chin pushing down slightly. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slip in.
Matt's hands moved down your body slowly before pulling you to straddle his lap. He pulled out of the kiss, slouching back against the couch as you panted, looking down at him, stunned.
"You okay?" He finally asked when you didn't say anything.
"Yeah, yeah, just... admiring the view-" You laughed, kissing the tip of his nose before pressing your forehead against his.
"Don't make me jealous now..." He purred back, smiling wide as he felt your thighs pressing against his own.
"Sorry," You murmured out before kissing him again, sitting harder against his lap on purpose. He moaned against your lips before gripping your hips and standing up.
He made his way to your bedroom, surprisingly well for only doing it a few times before. You squeaked out his name, eliciting his response, "Don't be..."
Matt laid you down gently, his hands rubbing up and down your sides before finally pulling on your shirt, pushing it up and over your head, tracing your skin back down to your waist. "Feeling lucky?" He asked, his lips against yours.
"Hell yeah," you murmured back, kissing him hungrily. You move moaned and hummed against each others lips as he pinned your wrists over your head with one hand and explored your body with the other. He stops and teases you, slowly pushing his fingers under your waistband.
You groaned, you back arching off the bed, "Come on, choirboy. Do something fun for once." You hissed, no real bite behind it except for lust and need.
He laughed, letting go of your wrists to quickly pull down your pants and underwear, exposing you fully. His hands are warm as he spread your legs, pushing his face right against you and licking stripes up and down. Matt mapped every inch of you out with his tongue, memorizing it.
After torturing you for what felt like forever, he stood up, unbuckling his belt and taking off his suit jacket. He loosened his tie as he climbed over you again, "You can take it?"
His words made your eyes widen, making you shiver. "Take it?" You repeated, looking down between you as he freed his red, angry cock. You swallowed hard before laughing nervously. It's not bigger than average, but the girth was more than impressive. "Y-yeah, totally-"
"Say yes, or no." He said calmly, his breathe fanning over your face. You whimpered before agreeing, causing him to push the already leaking tip against your entrance. You gasp prompting him to freeze. "Are you lying?" He grinned, blind eyes staring down at you.
You watched as he grabbed a condom out the inner pocket of his suit, tearing it open and slowly rolling it down his cock, making a show of it.
"M-maybe?" You stuttered, yelping as he pushes in regardless. A hand came up to cup your cheek as he presses his lips against yours in a passionate, hungry kiss.
"Too bad." He finally says, pushing more of his length inside, drawing out a long, almost pained moan from you as he slips further. "Ssh, shh... Breathe." He whispers, kissing your cheeks and jaw, biting softly and sucking on your skin, savoring the taste.
"Mhm- fuck, more-" You nod, panting as he slowly pulls out and pushes further. Your eyes rolled shut as you cried softly, pleasure and pain combining into the best feeling you've had. "M-Matt-"
"Yeah? Crying for me?" He chuckled softly, his lips moving up your face before he licks up a lone tear that escaped your eye. "It's okay, baby. You can take it for me, yeah?"
You nodded, prompting him to push further, balls deep as you both groaned. Time almost froze around you as neither of you moved for a long moment, just breath mingling together.
Matt suddenly, slowly, pulls back and slams back inside, repeating the motion and making you moan out louder each time. Your hole convulsed and pulsed around his cock, making it leak into the condom and twitch. "Good... fuck, such a good hole." He hissed.
His words almost pushed you over the edge, tight around him as you took each thrust better than the last, moaning out and whining as he speed up ever so slightly, more and more until he was pounding you into the mattress.
"M-Matt- Matthew!" You cried out, eyes rolled shut and leaking tears as he fucked you senselessly, rutting harder and faster.
"You said you could take, so you're taking it." He smiled, hand coming around and pressed against your windpipe, squeezing and letting go in rhythm with your breathing. "You like that? I know you do, your throbbing right now."
His actions and worded pushed you over the edge, your release soaking the both of you and your bed. He chuckles, fucking you through your orgasm as he chased his own, the condom filled with pre-cum.
You whined as he thrusts harder, grunting and panting as he fucks you, imprinted the shape of his dick inside you. Even with prolonging your orgasm, he was still fucking you when it subsided. "M-Matt-" You groaned, unsure if you can last much longer.
"Just a little more, just a little more-" He chanted before biting into your shoulder, not hard enough the bleed but defiantly hard enough to bruise for the next few weeks. Before you could think, he pulled out almost all the way before pushing fully inside and gushing out into the condom.
He continue his movement as he came, panting and growling as he tried to make you climax again, which wasn't hard. He just needed a few more thrusts before you popped again, body falling limp against the bed as you spewed out once again.
It wasn't long before Matt followed suit. You don't know exactly how or when you both got under the covers, but he had you in his arms, entire body embracing yours lovingly, exploring every bump and mark on your skin as if trying to commit to memory, which honestly, he was doing.
"Love you." he grunted, tensing as he realized what he said. Your eyes opened, slowly closing as you responded.
"I know."
"You know? No, say it back before I fuck you again-"
Summery: You ask Frank to be a little rougher, to let go and do whatever.
Themes: Smut, Pure Smut, Open Ending, Age gap (not too big), BDSM, Biting, Breathe Play, COMPLETELY Consensual, Crying/Dacryphilia, Degradation AND Praise, Gun Play, Knife Play, Lots of L-Bombs, Pet Names, Protected Sex, Rope-play Mention.
Word Count: 2.2k
18+ NSFW SMUT, MINORS DNI !!!
Frank stared at you for a moment, stopping in his tracks as he heard your sweet, soft voice ask such a terrible, dirty thing. He knew you were kinky, but holy shit, did you really just ask for that? For Valentine's Day of all things? "I'm fucking sorry?" He finally responds
You laughed softly, "You know, I think it'd be nice for, uh... both of us?"
"Nice? Is that the word people use for letting your boyfriend beat on you? I'm not doing that shit-"
"It's not beating! I mean, well-" You laugh, putting your face in your hands, shaking your head as you try to find a better way of explaining it. "You take a little bit of anger out on me before we fuck, that's all. I mean, you could tie me up, hold a gun-"
He cuts you off, "Guns aren't toys, baby." His eyes burned with the usual intensity, but there was a spark of interest.
"That's why it'd be unloaded! And on safety, obviously, like- would a knife be better? You can't accidentally shoot me with a knife-" You rambled, starting to walk down the street again. "You don't have to hurt hurt me. You wouldn't."
He was quiet for the rest of the walk home, his eyes not meeting yours no matter how many times you caught him looking at you. When you got there, he immediately walked into the bedroom and closed the door. He obviously didn't want to talk about it, or maybe he just needed time alone.
Later that night, he came up behind you, kissing your neck to apologize, his nose pressed into the column of your throat. "Frank-" you growled out, no real bite behind it but still agitated.
"Maybe we could... experiment tonight?" He muttered, the sound almost missing your ears with how quiet and barely intelligible.
"Experiment? You mean uh-" You looked at him, seeing his grin. Your eyes met his, the intensity in them making you suddenly very aware of your heart beat. "Oh- yeah. Yeah, let's."
He smiled wide, hand already collecting both your wrists to pin them together, cuffs slipping over them. He turned you around and pulled you closer by the collar of your nightshirt. "I don't have any rope." He murmured against your lips before forcing his way into your mouth, your eyes widening for a moment before rolling shut.
You moaned again him as his tongue licked and claimed everything in it's reach before his moved down to your jaw and neck. You squirmed, the movement making him pull back to look down at you. "Too much?"
"No, no, this is hot- I'll use our safe word if I need to-" You grinned, pressing a peck against his lips, making him smile.
"You sure?"
"Fuck me already, Frank."
"You asked for it."
He growled before biting into your jaw, licking the marks it makes, your hands balling into fists in the cuffs. "Fuck, ah- that actually hurt!" You squeak out slightly, making him chuckle as he pulled your collar tighter.
"Good."
He laughed softly as his lips traveled down, his hands slowly removing your shirt and exposing your chest, nipping and sucking along the middle, making sure to stay far away from anything you could really get pleasure from just yet.
"Good lil thing... make some more noise, I dare ya."
A wince comes out your throat and he smirks wider, licking up your chest to your neck before biting down on your pulse point. He pulls back and you instantly feel his hand around your throat, thumb pushing down where he just bite. Your eyes well as you gasp, choking on the air that gets stuck in your passageway.
"Frank-" You groan, your eyes rolling shut as he watches, smiling a little more.
"Moan my name, that's right." He growled nipping and kissing along your jaw before taking your lips into his mouth and biting and sucking them. He attacks your tongue with his teeth and own, pulling back a few, hot-blooded moments. "You wanted some BDSM shit? Call me Master. Now." He growled, hand around your throat moving to grip your chin.
You gasp in air, but it tastes like him, making you choke and stammer a little, "M-Master?"
"Yeah, now say it like you mean it," he says slowly, eyes charged with an electricity you've never seen before.
"M-Master- oh... fuck, Master-" you hiss, feeling his hips push against your, bordering on painful and knocking the wind out your chest.
"Good. Walk."
You eyes shut as he pulled you forward, your feet on the ground but not moving as he dragged you into your shared bedroom, dropping you onto the bed before he pulls his shirt off, his chest raising and falling with each huff and puff.
Frank smiles down at you, watching your eyes dart up from his pecs at the sound. "You gonna worship me? Is that what you want?" He asks huskily, his breath fanning over your face as he crawled on top the bed.
You swallowed hard as he looked down at you, eyes half lidded and narrow, pure black and little shine besides his beaming grin. He's having fun, soooo much fun trying to do what you want. He didn't expect to be this hard after manhandling you just a bit.
Lips part as you go to speak, his eyes focused on them as he started to get many ideas. "Is that what you want? Make me... yours?" You manage to say, eyes flickering over his unreadable expression.
"Fuck yeah, I do," Frank growled, planting his lips against yours again as he devoured it like a starved man, like he hasn't had you in years. He grinds down on you, the both your hips pressing together with a delicious fiction to both your crotches. He's harder than ever, his hands on you, groping and squeezing you as you instinctively squirm from his actions.
"You're like a lil worm, stop moving before I make ya," He growls, and despite not knowing what he means by that, you find it more than a little hot.
Your back arches off the mattress, giving him the perfect chance to wrap his arm under you, his other gripping your hip as he pressed his bulging erection against your through the both of your pants.
The hand on your hips quickly travels to free his pulsing cock, your eyes widening as you smiled. "Happy little whore? Oh, don't think I'm giving it to ya just yet."
He stood up, slapping your thigh before reaching onto the dresser. Your eyes shot to his hand, seeing the gun in his hand as he checked it out, jaw clenching as he made sure it wasn't loaded, was on safety. Frank couldn't believe he was actually going to do this, his brows furrowed as he looked at you.
You choke in a breath as you feel the cold metal against your skin suddenly. You glanced up at him up at him, fighting your eyes from shuttering as the sensation, the thrill, rolls through your body, his eyes watching each twitch and squirm, face no longer bare but dripping with an eerily sadistic look.
"Pout all you want, you like it," he growls against your ear, dragging the gun along your stomach and chest before stopping, shoving it against your chin. "You find this so hot, don'tcha, baby?"
You nod, panting out as you tremble uncontrollably. You're legs spread letting him press between them harder, his cock throbbing as it leaks pre from his red tip. "You gonna fight?" He asks, eyes lighting up at the idea, quickly quelled.
"N-no-" you murmur, looking up at him again as he stared down at you, eyes locked. You flinch, turning your head and closing your eyes, as he pushes the gun harder against you before letting up, setting it down on the bed.
"Good, good... know lemme taste..." He murmurs, licking up a tear you didn't even know was rolling down your cheek. "Mmm... so scared, but you wanted this. You wanted to be scared?" You nod, making him chuckle, hand ripping down your pants and spitting in his hand. He strokes himself, looking over you as he bites his lips.
"Are you sure? You look like you're about to pass out. Maybe I should let you, not fuck you..." He whispered against your ear.
"No, no, please- n-need ya-" You beg, smiling as he pulls back with a smirk. "Please, Master?"
Your words went straight to his dick, he could have came just then, and almost did. He stood up, puling open a drawer wrecklessly and tearing open a condom, rolling it down onto his hard length before climb back over you.
"Oh, you'll fucking get it baby. You'll get me, you'll get fucked real good." He rambles, voice hoarse. He presses his head against your entrance before continuing, "You're gonna take it all, you're gonna take me fucking cock and you're gonna love every fucking moment of it cause you're so fucking horny right now, aren't ya?"
You leaked out as he pushed in, crying out in a soft moan as he broke the tension and stretched you open, your hole swallowing him whole. He groaned as he bottomed out, his eyes shutting tight for a moment before he pressed his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes.
"You like that? Feeling me that deep inside you?" He whispered, eliciting a moan that was supposed to be a 'yes'. "Good, baby, just like that." He growled, rocking his hips slowly, hand coming back up over your throat and pushing down.
You whine out with each small pull back, each twitch and throb of his cock inside you as it leaks into the condom. You can tell Frank is enjoying this more than he let's on by the way he grunts, lungs wheezing as he fights back the need to rut harder, not yet.
"M-master, please-" You finally cry, breaking his restraint with two choked words. He pulls out till just his head is inside you, looking down at your face, before slamming back into you hole, making you cry out as he bottoms out.
"Again." He growled, pulling out all the way and waiting a moment. When you don't speak immediately, he grabs the gun and presses it against your head, "Speak!"
"Ah! Master, p-please, fuck me more-" You say, the words leaving your lips before you can think. His grin grows wider as he thrusts back in fully.
"That's it, beg more like the little bitch you are." He growls, biting down on the other side of your neck, licking and gnawing into you as he lets go. His cock pistons in and out, making you cry and moan out with each slap of his balls against your ass.
He's fucking you so rough, you cum with just a few more hard thrusts inside, making him laugh as your release gushes between you both. He fucks you through your orgasm, biting your jaw before capturing your lips to silence your whiny moans.
He devours you, almost like he's trying to actually eat you. He pumps in and out of you, huffing and grunting out as he stares down at you, only thought to feel you around him, fill you with his cock. His forehead vein that's usually there when he's angry throbbing.
"Gonna cum- gonna fuck you all night like this. Not gonna let you sleep tonight, is that what you want?" He asks, tossing the gun back on the bed and pulling a knife from his leg, grinning.
Your eyes are wide, transfixed on the gleam of the silver edges, recognizing it immediately as one of his favorites. He traces your jaw with the dull side as he kisses you, pulling back. "How's that sound?" He asks again, thrusting in to encourage an answer.
"Mhm-" You squeak, biting your lip as you look up at him. You struggle to find words before he starts to roll his hips again, hands holding onto your waist as he pulled it up,to get a different, deeper angle.
He hits a spot inside you that makes you tense, that creates beams of light burn behind your eyelids. He repeats the motion, each time just a little harder until you climax a second time, moaning nonsensical words, a pathetic noise that pushes him over the edge.
He groans, moaning deeply as he fills the condom with a huge load, his eyes closing tight as he growls. "Fuck, so fuckin' good- so good for me." His voice is broken and cracking as he keep shooting rope after rope, his orgasm shaking him to his core.
After a long moment, he opens his eyes and stands up, stretching before stepping out his pants, turning you so your head is on the pillows and flips you over, looking down at you raw wrists.
He licks his lips before leaning down, "Cum on my face and I'll undo ya," He growls, lapping up your cunt like an animal. Your eyes roll back, your face burying into the pillow, where it'll be for most of the night.
Summery: As ghosts, seeing your estranged lover is hard to do. Especially when your 'final resting spot' isn't the Cortez.
Themes: Fluff -> Smut -> Fluff, Cameo/Foreshadowing, Dead Dove Don't Eat, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood, Cussing, Devil's Night Shenanigans, Hotel Shenanigans, Lovey Dovey James, Murder, Pet Names (Darling, Dear, my Love, etc), Sassy!Reader (I've missed them), Sloppy Kissing/Sex, Stupid!Silly!James, Unprotected Sex (They're ghosts...),
Word Count:
Once a year, only once, does he get to see you. It's and unfortunate arrangement, but there's not much to do about it. You died outside the Hotel, which he didn't learn about till the next Devil's Night.
"Oh, dear, you must be more smart next time," He chimed in that annoyingly sweet accent of his. It would drip with condensation each time he would lecture you, and now you're forced to only imagine it until October 30th each year.
The vinyl spins as the man paces, knowing you'll be the first to arrive, even before John Lowe of all people. The door opens and we swings his head around, eyes wide as he spots you. Three long strides and he's at you, arm around your waist as he sinks his nose into your neck.
People say that March is a loving man, but they don't know the half of it. He's possessive, especially when it comes to his lovers, which he's had and has many of. James is nothing more than a growl-y mess when he's without a partner, and being unable to hear your voice, see your face, touch you... he's pent up.
"Darling, how I've missed you." He purrs, lips pressed against your pulse point, despite there not being a single beat in your chest. He nips slightly, pouting as you pull away.
"You're too much already, my love." You murmur. Something about James changes you, the way you think, the way you speak. If your heart were beating, it'd be racing.
The two of you are time capsules of two different eras, but when together, you intertwine like fibers of yarn. Two sides of the same coin, if you will.
"Can't a man hunger for a beautiful thing such as you?" He hums softly, his forehead against yours as he hums and chuckles, clearly excited to see you but trying to play it cool.
Your hand comes up to his face, "Yes, but I barely took two steps into the room, dear." You smile, watching him take your hand and twirl you around before pulling you against his chest, chin resting upon your shoulder. "James!"
"Ah, ah, my darling... Shut up a moment and let me enjoy your company before anyone else gets here." He says, a slight growl in his chest.
"Ridiculous..." You murmur, but don't move. His hands wrap tightening around your waist, a hand over your stomach and another rubbing up and down your arm.
"You adore it, however..." He whispers in your ear, a few soft kisses pressing against your temple. His arms constrict around you tighter, making you tense and arch your back and gasp out his name again.
Before you can say anything more, he presses his nose into the nape of your neck. You feel that his lips slightly parted, as if ready to sink teeth into you given the command. You stay in this position, not sound but your soft yet sharp breathe and his small chuckle.
"James..." You murmur, only to me met back with your name in a loving, singalong tone, lips moving against your skin as he speaks.
"You look ravishing, my love... Why, I could just... eat you up." He whispers, leaving small bites along the side of your neck.
You groan, your eyes rolling back as you relax in his arms, "I hate you." You whisper.
"On the contrary. I believe you're just as fascinated in me as I am you."
"Mayhaps, but only if you let me turn around and kiss you silly, dear."
With that you're turned around and pressed against the door, wet sounds of lips and teeth clashing filling the space between you both. His hands cup your face and holds it in place as he explores your mouth with his tongue, reminding himself of the shape and taste after a year of not having you.
You're still pinned against the wood as he pulls away, teeth clamped down on your lip. When your lip snaps back to your faces, it's bleeding. However, you're still smiling. He grins back at you, licking your blood off his lips.
"I've missed you more than life itself." He pants out, his hand around his ascot, loosening it.
"And I the same, dear." You murmur, your hands helping him get as little undressed as he needs. You're palming him through his briefs, his eyes rolling back.
"You are bewitching." He growls, taking his cock out before quickly moving to undo your own zipper. "I can't handle it any longer, you're intoxicating. As soon as you walked in-"
"Shut up, your dirty talk is a turn off." You hiss out before kissing him roughly. He gasps, kissing back and pulling you into his surprisingly strong arms.
"You'll regret saying that." He purrs, lining up with your hole. Before you can snap back, he pushes in. You gasp, your eyes rolling shut.
James pushes deeper, eyes boring down at you as he grunts out, smiling sadistically wide. You moan out, your eyes opening slightly to see him looking down before they roll shut again.
You moan out his name with each inch he pushes in and he responds in a grunt each time, his cock twitching. "You still wish for me to be silent?"
"No- maybe- fuck shut up-" You moan out, your back arching off the door. Something snaps inside of James and he pulls out, holding you in his arms before spreading you out on the closest surface.
"No, I don't think I will. I'm going to fill you up and make you walk around like that all night, love." He growls out, spitting into his hand before stroking it onto his cock. "You're mine, you know this?"
"Y-Yours..." You repeat, gasping as he enters you again.
"Exactly, darling. Mine." He growls out, leaning over you and biting your neck again, harder this time.
You moan out, the pleasure already too much. You know he can go for hours, but he's on a time crunch. He's faster, making your body tremble. He pumps in and out of you, filling the need you both had for the past 365 days.
"James- James, slow down-" You cry out, but he doesn't. He speed up, growling and grunting with each trust inside you. "James!" You cry out, your back and ass arching completely off whatever surface he placed you on.
"That's it, love. Scream for me." He says with a sadistic purr. "Let the whole floor know you're mine." He whispers into your ear, sending goosebumps down your entire body.
"James- Fuck, James I'm gonna-"
"Don't you dare..." He growls out, pounding harder. "You're not allowed release. Not after being such a rude little thing to me earlier. You're getting exactly what you deserve, darling.
"You can't cum, you can't even clean up before the rest of my lovely guests arrive. You'll be dripping all night. Is that what you want?"
You nod, biting your lip and whimpering as he speed up even more. His hips meet yours, the wet sound of skin slapping filling the room.
"If you cum, I'll have to punish you, you know this, yes?" He murmurs, panting as he looks down at you with wide, feral eyes, like a predator. You nod quickly, making him grin wider. "Good." He whispers in your ear before biting at your lope teasingly.
"I'm going to fill you up. You're such a good little toy. Darling, I'm going to- agh, you devil-" He groans, cock throbbing before you fill his release paint your insides.
You moan out sharply, eyes rolling shut. The both of you are frozen in time for a long moment, one that feels like it lasts forever. You finally feel him move, opening your eyes slowly to watch as he wipes himself before tucking himself away.
"Up. You must help me fix the decorations, dear. It is your fault they're ruined now." He mumbles, rolling his eyes as if he hadn't just fucked your brain out.
You stand up and he helps, gentle, unlike earlier. He pulls you into his arms for a brief moment, nipping your ear before whispering, "Mine" one last time.
As ordered, you realign the decorations, noticing the poker chips on the table in front of each seat. "Darling, what are these for?" You ask, holding one up and looking at it.
"These are vintage chips, my love. From the year I finished the hotel, to be exact. We'll have a game with those late." James grins,taking the chip back and placing it perfectly in it's spot.
You raise and eyebrow, looking at the time. You realize that no one has come in and the party is supposed to start soon. He pulls you aside and presses his face into your neck once more, kissing softly. "I'm sure I wasn't too rough, was I, dear?"
His voice is soft, almost sorry, but that isn't the kind of word you'd use to describe James often. You shake your head, pressing a small kiss to his forehead. "Course not, sweetheart."
That's when you hear a cough behind you, both you and your lover jumping slightly and looking towards the door. That's when you see him.
John Lowe stand in the door way, dead eyed smiling at both you. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
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.
