A/N-Here's a little smut. Muahaha. Also, I'm always open to drabble suggestions, so if there's anything you want to throw my way, lemme have it!

"Oh god, Fitz…"

She was panting, her body was writhing and coated in a sheen of sweat as he worked her over. He had already pulled three orgasms from her, each one seemingly stronger than the last, and Fitz wasn't letting up. His superpower was his mouth and the skilled way he used it to draw pleasure from her. He could spend hours with his head bobbing between her thighs if she would let him. It might be his favorite place in the world, second only to being buried inside of her.

He growled against her sex hungrily, her moans fueling his drive to bring her to another peak. His tongue lapped at her just so. Circles and calculated flicks. She was getting close. He could tell by the way her breath hitched unevenly. The way she had started to clutch at his curls in desperation.

"Yes, baby…don't stop…"

She was rarely loud, which could be said about her inside or outside of the bedroom, really. Not often needing to be a screamer to get her point across, but her full-bodied moans had a sort of depth to them that could drown him in the desire that he had for her. They always grew louder at the last second though, needier and throaty, confirming for him that she was, indeed, there. Right on the cusp. His lips captured her clit, and he sucked softly. She was done. Words escaped her. All she could do was call out his name, repeating it like a prayer as her body trembled through each wave of pleasure.

Fitz assisted her in riding out the high, his motions steady but slowing until her body started to relax. He looked up at her heatedly, his own arousal more than clear. Nothing turned him on like pleasing her. Her chest rose and fell visibly, his teasing clearly taking a toll on her. Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she looked down at him, but her gaze was laced with impatience. Sure, he had pleased her in a way that they both loved. He never failed to bring her pleasure. Never. But he was withholding what she really wanted. Fitz smirked up at her and leaned back down to continue his devoted attention to her…

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, if you don't—"

Her words were cut off by her yelp of surprise when he flipped her over onto her stomach. Fitz covered her body with his, his mouth hovering near her ear. He hummed contentedly as he, finally, pressed into her.

"You were saying?" he breathed, nipping at her earlobe.

She chuckled and bucked her hips back against him.

"Mmm, just shut up and fuck me."

He jerked his hips forward once. Twice. Three times. But stopped short when she began to moan her approval.

"For someone in a prone position, literally, you sure are demanding," he teased, kissing her neck hotly.

She grumbled in frustration. He was really pushing her limits. He was really pushing his own limits. She had connections. She could have him killed for being such a shit.

"You're not funny…"

He gave two more thrusts, resisting the urge to vocalize his own approval of being inside of her. He stopped again.

"Fitz…"

"Yes, dear?"

"Please."

"Mmm, you're sure? I don't think you really want me…"

He dropped featherlight kisses across her shoulders.

Olivia turned her head and sank her teeth into his forearm harshly, breaking the skin, causing him to groan in both pain and pleasure. It always did something to him when she bit him. Flipped a switch that triggered the aggressively dominant side of him.

And she knew it.

He drew his hand back and slapped her ass. Hard. She cried out in response and wiggled her hips, trying to coax him to move again. He shifted, pulling away from her heat, and stood up onto his knees, freeing his hands to grip her hips firmly, stilling her efforts.

"Tell me, Livvie."

She needed to say it. If she wanted him that badly, and clearly, she did, she could tell him.

She looked at him over her shoulder, her expression full of lust.

"Please, Fitz. I need you…" she begged, her voice hoarse from her earlier moaning.

He held her gaze as he leaned down, his body realigning with hers. His hips jerked forward and he filled her again.

She eased up onto her hands and knees, her limbs shaking. Fitz's hands held her hips and with each of his sure thrusts she was countering back against him.

In sync.

As always.

His mouth trailed kisses up her spine, leading to a sharp bite between her shoulder blades. His hands found hers on the bed as his body leaned over hers. He laced their fingers and gave both hands a squeeze, his forehead resting against her back, his breath panting quicker against her skin. Her body was his bliss, and he was getting lost. His pace accelerated, their bodies audibly colliding, the sounds joining their combined groans of pleasure and echoing in the room. Bruisingly, Fitz clutched at her hips, tugging her back to meet his forceful rhythm. Olivia gasped as he pressed impossibly deeper within her, fanning the flames. Pushing her higher.

"Fitz, I-I can't…I—"

Her weight sank forward and she fisted the sheets as her climax ripped through her, her cries of satisfaction ringing. Fitz was right on her heels, grunting soundly as he spilled into her, his pleasure damn near blinding. He smoothed his hand lovingly up and down her back as he caught his breath. After a moment, he flopped beside her onto his back. His head rolled lazily to the side, allowing him to look over at his sated lover.

"Fuck…you're gonna kill me…" he told her breathlessly.

"Exactly. If you tease me like that again, I'm going to kill you," she promised, scooting over to him and tucking herself into his side, her head finding its place on his chest.

He chuckled soundly at that, his torso shaking from it. Fitz pressed a kiss to her brow, still grinning.

"Noted."