Cruise right into you (Olitz Oneshot Smut and fluff)
Hello! Fitz RPer here. I like writing RP but I'm also branching off to writing fanfiction. I'm only doing Oneshots for now until I get enough inspiration to do a full story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fitz knew his campaign staff worked hard, and he wanted to do something to reward them. He decided ti think outside of the box and take his crew on a cruise before he officially took office.
Lugging his suitcase onto the cruise ship, he spotted Olivia. She was currently angry with him for something stupid he did, and she wouldn't even look at him. Walking up behind her, he let his eyes undress her petite form. She wore slacks, a blouse, and she had her hair natural. Stalking up behind her, he purred "Hi." He swore he could see her hair stand up on the back or her neck, and he patted himself on the back. He could hear her breathing change which let him know she heard him.
Olivia knew ignoring him was mean, but she didn't care. He shouldn't have cancelled an entire event just to spend time with her. She knew his intentions were good, but she had to draw the line somewhere. Lifting up the handle on her suitcase, she walked right passed him. She knew this cruise would be a long one. She didn't even want to come, but she knew declining his offer would seem suspicious. Deciding the most practical option was to just bite the bullet, she agreed to accompany the staff in this cruise, as long as her room was far away from Fitz's.
He watched her walk away and chuckled to himself before following her onboard. He was so happy to have her there that he didn't even care that she was ignoring him.
Later on after everyone was settled in, he called for a meeting on the main deck. "Attention!" His baritone voice boomed, causing all the chattering to stop. "I would like to propose a toast," he boomed as he lifted his glass half full with scotch. "To hard work, victory, and the future of this country.. but most of all to life and love," he locked eyes with her from across the room in an intense gaze.
Her breath hitched as she swallowed thickly. She had been avoiding him all day, ignoring his longing gazes, pretending that the brush of his hand in hers didn't give her butterflies as they passed each other, and the way he would purr "Hi." Every chance he got.
She needed to get out of here and fast. Downing the rest of her glass of wine and pulling the last piece of shrimp off of her kabob, she slunk away from the crowd.
In this moment, Olivia was the prey, and Fitz was the hungry predator. On her way to her room, she headed to the kitchen area to grab some popcorn to take back to her room. She turned to leave before she came Face to chest with her hungry predator.
"Even-though you've been ignoring me all day, I'm going to say it again." The sound of his dress shoes clicking against the floor sounded louder than it actually was as he got in her personal space. "Hi," he purred for the 20th time today before nibbling her ear. "H-hi," she whimpered. She knew she couldn't keep ignoring him forever, but she expected to atleast last a week before giving in.
He wrapped his muscular arms around her tiny frame and pulled her against his body, holding her. "I missed you." He rumbled. After a moment, she lifter her own little arms to wrap around his large frame in an embrace.
"You can't do that again, Fitz," she scolded.
"But Liv-" he started. She put her finger on his lips. "No, let me finish." With a look resembling a guilty puppy, he shut his mouth and listened to her. "You can't keep doing things like that, Fitz." She began to pace back and forth. "You have to think about how things look, Fitz. What does it look like when you just cancel a dinner when you had it planned for over a month?" He watched on as she paced. "And I could see if it was a family emergency, but it was to spend time with your mistress." Pushing himself up from his leaning position, he grabbed her arm firmly. "What did I tell you about calling yourself a mistress?" He asked her. All of a sudden, the power in the room shifted. That is one of the things she loved about him. He was able to submit but also take power when he needed to. She sighed. "It's true." "No," he boomed before dragging her further into the kitchen. "Fitz, where are you taking me?" "Shush," he commanded.
He dragged her further out and through a small hallway in the back before dragging her outside to a tiny little deck outside. Over the edge if the railing, the waves could be seen glistening under the moonlight. She looked around as her hair blew in the salty air. "It's beautiful, Fitz." She looked around. He held her from behind. "Not as beautiful as you are." They stood there quietly listening to eachother's breathing and the waves crashing against the boat.
All was fine until she felt herself being poked by his impressive erection. "Fitz, " she warned as his hands danced themselves to the zipper on her slacks. "Livvie, everyone is asleep... come on.. live alittle," he mumbles between kisses on her sweetspot. She bent over against the rail as he made quick work of her slacks and pushed himself into her warm depths. The contrast between the cool air and her warm center made this all the more erotic for him as he slipped his hands under her blouse to play with her nipples. He waited a moment before swiveling his hips. "Oh," she whimpered. "Quiet Ms.Pope," he growled as he tweaked her nipples and thrusted in and out of her harder. "Push back on it," he commanded. The combination of hearing his labored choppy breathing, the sound of their skin slapping, and feeling his large member moving deep into her pussy and back out made her wet beyond belief. He moaned deeply as he felt some if her essence drip down to his balls. "Mm you're so wet for me," he taunted. "You're all mine." She gripped the railing and moaned. "Ohhh yess." "Tell me it's mine." Before she could respond, he wrapped his arms around her waist to add more power to his thrusts. She could feel the vibrations of his moaning against her back. "It's yours, she panted. She was surprised she wasn't sea sick from watching the waves crash against the boat, but maybe the hungry animal behind her pounding the life out of her took her attention away from the water. "It's yours," she moaned. "Oh yeah.. oh baby." He moaned as his thrusts became erratic and sloppy. She loved how vocal he was. "Olivia.." he moaned. "Livvie yes." He gasped as he released deep into her. Feeling his grip around her tightening and his warm seed coating her insides caused her to release around his softening erection. He waited a bit before pulling out of her and zipping himself back up. "Why do I go anywhere with you," she laughed breathlessly. "Because we love each other," he looked at her. She stayed silent and looked at him. "Look Livvie.. I'm sorry," he sighed. "I know you want to see me, Fitz... but you can't do that again." He nodded shamefully and laid his forehead against hers. "If I'm a good boy... can I sleep with you?" She raised her brows as she carded her fingers through his unruly curls. "Fine." "Yay!" He cheered like a child causing her to giggle. "Come on, Tiger." He laughed and swatted her ass, following her to her cabin. He was in love with her, and he was so happy she decided to come on this cruise with him.
Thanks for the prompt @msopope
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