Call me (Olitz One-Shot (Smutty))
Hello, Fitz RP account here again with another One-Shot. I'm super messy, and what better way to be messy than to share it with all of you. I'm no writer, so be kind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was late at night when Fitz finally made it to the residence. He was exhausted, and he missed his Sweet Baby so much. He'd called her a few times earlier to no avail. She was always so busy, and it was sexy that she was so powerful, but come on. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into his cold and lonely bed. Reaching for his Liv-Phone, he called his lady. "What?," she answered. Fitz let out a deep rumbling chuckle. "Have I ever told you how cute you are?" She picked up her glass of wine and swirled it with a smile on her face. "You may have mentioned it a few times. Shouldn't you be asleep? You have a big speech to give tomorrow." Fitz scoffed. "Shouldn't you be in my arms?" She couldn't help but smile. He was very persistent. "Okay, Mister. No need for an attitude." He sighed. "I'm sorry, baby. Now…. What are you wearing?" Olivia burst out laughing. "You are shameless," she chuckled. Fitz waited for her giggles to subside. Her laugh was music to his ears, but he wanted to hear some other sounds right now. "I'm serious." His voice dropped a few octaves as he waited for her response. "I'm wearing the NAVY shirt." Fitz's fingers twitched at the thought of touching her. "What are you wearing underneath?" He pushed the blanket off of himself. "Nothing." Her voice was lower. It was nothing like the confident Olivia Pope that strutted into any room and took charge. Her voice was filled with arousal, and hearing him shuffling around on the other end only indicated that he was in bed as well. As she told him she had nothing on under HIS shirt, he felt himself stiffen in his black boxers. They were her favorite pair because they hugged him tightly in all the right places. He aimed the phone down and took a photo of his lower half. The print of his impressive arousal could be seen clearly. He sent her the photo, and when he heard a breathy "Fitz," He knew she received the photo. "Slide your hand up the shirt and imagine it's me," Fitz told her as his own hand glided up and down his torso as Olivia would. She obeyed without a fuss, sliding her hand up her own smooth body. "Now, I want you to skip your pussy. I want you to go to your breasts and roll your nipple between your finger like I would, baby. I want to just latch my mouth onto one of your breasts and suck on it as you pull my hair." His own hand began to rub against himself, teasing himself. He heard her breath hitch on the other line, and he got even harder. "Does it feel good?" He rumbled. "Yes, Mr.President," she whimpered. Fitz reached over and grabbed his bottle of lotion and kicked off his boxers. "I'm naked for you, Ms.Pope," he purred. "I wish you were here to wrap your lips around me." He squirted some lotion into his massive hand and took a hold of himself, imagining that it was Olivia. On the other line, Olivia's breaths were becoming ragged as she rubbed on herself, the phone resting on the pillow beside her on speaker. "Y-yeah?" She moaned. "Oh yeah. Put two fingers inside of yourself for me." Fitz paused his movements until he heard a gasp and a moan, indicating that she had obeyed him. "Tell me how it feels," he commanded. "It feels good, Mr.President." Fitz began to steadily pump himself. "Imagine it's me. Imagine it's my fingers pumping in and out of you before I flip you on your stomach and shove your beautiful face into the pillow. Imagine it's me behind you pounding you until you go hoarse from screaming my name and a hole is put in the wall from the headboard hitting it." His hand was moving rapidly now as he imagined his own words. "Oh Fitz Harder." She moaned from the other line. The mental imagery that he was giving her was spurring her on. "I want you to cum for me, Ms.Pope." His hand was moving fast and his hips were involuntarily bucking into his hand. He tightened his fingers around himself to try and imitate Olivia's walls. "Cum for me." Her back arched off the bed as he took his commanding tone. She choked out his name, Sending him into oblivion. With a rumble of "Oh Livvie," he released into his hand. After they came down from their respective highs, he used his clean hand to carry the phone to the bathroom to wash his hands. "You're something else," Olivia chuckled out of breath. "Don't blame me. Blame your beauty." She laughed as she heard the sheets shuffle on his end. "Stay on the line with me?" He asked her. She could hear in the tone of his voice that he really missed her, and that he was trying to hide it. "Okay." Fitz sat the Liv-Phone on her side of his big and lonely bed and tucked himself into bed. "I love you," he sighed to her in complete adoration. Not expecting a response, He shut his eyes to to bed. There was a long pause before he heard a tiny "I love you too." He smiled to himself and drifted into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of Vermont and Jam.
