AN: Welcome back! Do I even need to say mature content? This is FILTHY, okay?

When Fitz arrives home from a long day at the Grant Institute, he's surprised to pull up and find Olivia's Volvo already parked in the driveway. It's only 5:26, and anytime she's home before 6:00 these days, it's surprising. A welcome surprise, no doubt, but still, he's not expecting it.

He exits the back of the Escalade and thanks Theo, the Secret Service driver on Mondays, before scaling the front steps to their house. It doesn't take long for him to find her, crossing through the living room to where she's seated at the long, oak table in the adjacent dining room.

"Hi Livvie," he greets, leaning down to peck her lips lightly on his way to the kitchen. "How was your day?"

"Mmm, it was fine," she says. "Needed to leave the office early. Had too much on my mind…"

"Oh yeah? Whatcha workin' on?"

His eyes peruse the pen in her hand and the notepad on the table, his brows immediately raising when he reads words like bondage and toys and role play and DDLG and (especially) anal written in a neat, concise list.

"Livvie…?" He questions again, already making his way over to the bar cart off the kitchen to pour himself a scotch to join Olivia, who's already halfway done with her glass of Malbec.

"I told you. I was going to make a list!" She replies cheerfully, tucking her feet underneath her and taking a swig of her drink. "I've literally not been able to think about anything else."

"A list… for sex?"

"Yes, a list for sex," she reiterates as she rolls her eyes and beckons him into the chair next to her. "Like a bucket list of things that I want to try. Here, I brought another pen…" She hands him the ballpoint and rips a paper out of her notepad. "Make your list, mister."

Fitz looks at her a bit perplexed. "My list is your list, baby. I'm happy to do whatever you want…"

By the expression on her face, Liv isn't satisfied with that response. "You were telling me a very different story in the shower… You seemed to come up with some amazing ideas pretty easily then…"

"Well…" He starts, looking a little sheepish. Somehow talking about sex is different for him than talking during sex. "Okay but those are typically things I just say in the moment. Of course, I'd like to try them, but we are already far from vanilla, Liv. I don't want you to feel like we have to try new things, just because I say them."

"Well, I haven't put a stop to anything you've suggested before… Needless to say, I want to try them," she insists, smiling at him fondly.

"Okay, honey. I'm just saying. Don't think I say those things because I'm dissatisfied with our sex life in any way. I think we are already far more adventurous than most middle-aged couples."

She can't stop the laugh that bubbles out of her throat. "Yeah, you're probably right about that, and trust me, Fitz. I'm in no way unhappy with our sex life, either. But…" Standing up from her chair, she turns around to sit in her fiancé's lap, crowding up close so he can feel her breath against his neck. "I love when we try new things."

Sucking at his pulse point, she swirls her tongue and nips with her teeth before continuing. "I love when you come up with incredibly…kinky and nasty ideas. It always makes me so wet… Just thinking about it has me…"

Her voice trails off and before he can realize what she's doing, she guides his hand under the waistband of her trousers and against the bare skin between her thighs. His middle finger nestles between her folds, and he groans at how absolutely soaked she is.

"Goddamn, Liv. All this just from your imagination alone?" He teases, stroking his fingers along her slit, tracing either side of her entrance and dipping the tips of two fingers into her lightly, reveling in her warmth.

"Yes…" She moans as she tips her head back against his shoulder and rolls her hips to meet his touch.

"What were you thinking about, dear?" Fitz asks, fingers sliding inside her while he does.

"Um…just—I was… I was thinking about um…" She's stopping and starting and stuttering because he's fucking her leisurely and deeply with his fingers while he keeps eye contact, not letting her squirm or cower away from it.

He smiles wickedly. "Come on, Livvie. You can do it. Tell me what you were thinking about… Was it number…" He glances down at her notepad and moans deep in his chest as his eyes explore the plethora of terribly naughty things she has written down until he stops at one that makes his breath catch a little. "...seven?"

The digits in her cunt curl toward her front wall, and she gasps while simultaneously gazing back at her list.

7. Plug in my ass, Fitz's office

"Fuck–" she hisses, grinding her hips in his lap, feeling Fitz's growing erection against her ass. "I really wanna do that… Surprise you one day… No panties on… I just lift up my skirt and show you the cute little gem in my butt… Maybe you take me on top of your desk like that?"

Growling at the image she provides, he speeds up his fingers and drops his palm against her clit. "Damn, Liv. And I thought I had a filthy mind…"

"You wanna do that?" She asks as though she doesn't already know the answer.

"Oh my god. You know I do…"

"Would you bend me…over the…desk?" She asks between huffs of breath as his fingers keep her on edge. "Stuff me so full with both of my holes filled… make me be quiet so your staffers won't hear us…"

"So fucking dirty…" Fitz mocks lovingly as he begins to stand, picking Liv up in the process and setting her down on top of the dining table, pushing their glasses out of the way and encouraging her down on her back.

Not wasting any time, he drops to his knees and tugs down her work pants to find her damp thong glistening with her wetness. Her pants are around her ankles as she tries to kick them off, but he's too impatient to work her panties off as well.

Instead, he hooks one finger into the gusset and drags it to the side, revealing her dripping folds to him. Instantly, his tongue is on her, licking in little strokes against her entrance.

"Mmm… I'm already coming up with some good ideas… Your pussy must be my inspiration…" He sighs reverently, his lips brushing along her sensitive skin between her thighs.

His lips trail up her to clit, and he sucks with gentle pressure and tiny pulses that he knows she loves. Her hips cant up toward his face, and he opens his mouth wider immediately to cover more of her cunt.

"Tell me…" Liv encourages, palming her own breasts through her blouse.

"Hmm…" He groans in between licks. "Nope, gonna have to wait for the list."

"Mean…" She whimpers as she writhes beneath his careful touches.

"You were the one that insisted I make a list," Fitz murmurs, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves to tease her further and simultaneously slipping his fingers inside her.

Her hips jump and flail and finally she has to tell him to just shut up and make her come already.

She's so impatient and horny, and Fitz loves that. He loves that she can turn from a sensible, logical woman to an absolutely messy, distraught, sex-crazed maniac. Tutting at her, he pulls away and almost laughs wholeheartedly at how she whines.

"Turn around," he commands as he stands up, making eye contact with her as his drenched fingers fall to his own belt buckle.

Olivia, of course, complies because as frustrated as she is that he stopped, she's not missing out on the orgasm she so desperately wants. When she stands up from the table, she has to kiss him first, so she does just that, stretching up on her toes and connecting their lips in a slow, soft kiss. He hums into her mouth and squeezes her bare ass, like he wants to hold onto her as tightly as possible, not letting her stray away for a second.

When she settles back down onto her feet, she grins at him wickedly before sensually pulling her shirt up and off and tossing it on the floor next to her pants, leaving her in a simple matching set of black underwear.

Something about the way she smiles at him—like she's just daring him to take her apart—makes a fire burn in his belly, and his patience wears thin. He grabs her hips and spins her around so quickly that she has to catch herself with both hands on the table before she crashes face-first into the wood. She also registers a hand in the middle of her back, keeping her down; she can't help but groan at the feeling of his control over her.

"Stay," Fitz orders, taking the hand off her back.

She hears the jingle of his belt being undone and the subsequent rustling as his pants fall to the floor. There are more clothes being shuffled, and she assumes he's taking off his shirt, although she's being good and not turning around to check.

Fitz confirms as much, praising her and delivering a swift spank to her ass before yanking her panties to the floor in one quick motion.

"Open your legs for me, sweetheart," Fitz coos, admiring how she looks spread out for him like this, how the muscles in her back flex with each movement, how she arches to give him the best view while inching her legs apart.

She's so pretty, so perfect, so sweet that he has to lean down and taste her once more. It surprises her when his tongue swipes along her pussy, and she moans, feeling so open and vulnerable in this position between being quite literally out in the open in the middle of their home and not being able to see him between her legs.

"Mmm, you taste so good for me, Livvie," he murmurs before standing and reaching for the little pad of paper on the table.

He places it next to her on the varnished wood, close enough to her head where she can read it, and kisses up her back to her shoulders before spurring her on.

"Go on, pretty girl."

Craning her head around, she looks at him quizzically. "What?"

"Go on," he reiterates, pointing to her list. "Share with the class. Tell me every little thing you want me to do to you…"

He strokes her back with a rough hand while the other hand guides the head of his cock through her soaked folds, and it's making it hard for her to concentrate on his request.

"You want me to… read it? Can't you just—can't you just read it? I wrote it down…"

And that he just loves. That she can be so seductive and filthy but in the same breath be so shy and innocent.

"No, Olivia. I want you to read it to me. Better yet, come here."

He pulls an adjacent chair back further from the table and sits down, his bare ass resting against the polished oak while motioning for her to join him.

"Come sit on my cock while you tell me exactly what filthy things are in store for us… Maybe it'll give me some inspiration for my own list…"

His grip on her hips returns as he helps her stand up and then lower down onto him. She's so wet, and he's so achingly hard that the initial stretch is exquisite, but as he pulls her down, she sinks onto him in a single fluid pass, and her breath gets knocked out of her momentarily.

Fitz laughs playfully, adding, "So eager, baby. God, you are so tight."

"I—fuck. You're so deep, oh my god," she moans, taking a few seconds to grind back and forth, adjusting to this position in his lap and how completely he fills her up.

"Yeah?" He chuckles deep in his chest while he helps her hips move over him.

"Yes, so big. So fucking big, Fitz—"

"Awh… You're so cute when you bounce like that on me… You're doing so good, taking all of it…"

"Fuck—please…"

Fitz hums, sweeping her hair off to one shoulder and kissing the back of her neck. "You're cute, thinking you're gonna come before you read your list to me. Slow down, sweetheart…"

"Fiiitz—" she whines, elongating his name dramatically and stilling her hips by the encouragement of his grasp. "It's—ungh—it's a long list…"

"You can share the highlights…" he offers, while he begins bouncing her again.

"You want me to just read it?"

"Baby, I want you to tell me, like…this," he stops her again and reaches out to grab the list and points to number twelve.

She wants to start moving again so badly, but he keeps her motionless, urging her to read her words on the page. Immediately, she huffs in frustration.

"Fitz, you know what breeding is. I already know you like it…"

Without warning, he thrusts his hips up, making her cry out abruptly. "Don't be bratty… I know what it is and assume we kind of already do that, so I'm asking you to explain. Tell me what you want."

"I just—" She grunts when he makes her stop, and she flops back against his chest in defiance. He laughs and unhooks her bra, pinching her nipples as she rests back against him. "I just want more, I guess."

"Like what?"

"I guess just leaning into it. Talking about it more…"

He smiles against her shoulder, palming her breasts and basking in the feeling of her cunt around him like this. "Talking about me…breeding you, Livvie?"

She moans.

"I'll take that as a yes… You want me to… what? Tell you how pretty you look with my cum inside of you? Tell you how you're gonna be mine…"

She nods, but he can tell that she's hesitating.

"Tell me, Olivia."

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she turns directly toward his ear. "I want the other stuff too…"

"The other stuff?"

Liv whimpers, like it's almost painful for her to share, but she's also writhing on his cock, trying to stay still and that makes her whimper even more. "Like… pretending to get me pregnant…"

And that shocks him because he knows that she doesn't want to be pregnant but the thought that it turns her on, that the idea of him doing that to her makes her hot, it's everything.

"Oh yeah?" He growls, deep and low. "Fuck."

And then, his right hand leaves her hip and slides low on her belly—no time like the present.

"That's so naughty, pretty girl… So risky for me to come inside of you, but I know how much you want it. How much you need it…" His fingers stroke against the soft skin below her belly button. "You stopped taking your birth control, didn't you, sweetheart?"

And already, she's absolutely lost because how does he innately know how she wants it? She nods emphatically, even though it's not true, she wants to role play like this. They've talked enough about how they are more than happy just the two of them, so she knows they are on the same page—it's all just fantasy.

"Mmm… Yeah? That's so good… You just can't wait for it, huh?" He teases, rocking her in his lap, using his other hand to stroke her left thigh, feeling the strong muscles working to keep her moving. "You can't wait for a part of me to be inside of you all the time, right?"

She whines, shifting her hips faster and faster, belly trembling beneath his fingers. "Yes."

"Fuck… Can't wait for everyone to know… Everyone to see that you're mine. So gorgeous with your belly all nice and round—fuck— You'll be so full of me and all mine."

Liv falls forward, clutching the edge of the table in front of her to help her keep going because she's already getting so hot that the heat of his skin is overwhelming. The subtle shift in position is amazing, and instantly, his cock hits every pleasurable spot inside of her.

"Tell me, Livvie… Tell me you want my baby… Tell me you want me to come inside of you…"

Her chin drops to her chest as her bounces quicken, and it's gloriously humiliating to admit. "I… I want it…"

"Huh?" He mocks. "What do you want, Livvie? If you want me to get you pregnant, you have to tell me… I need to hear you…"

Her resulting moan is loud and long, her voice quivering and breath stuttering as he starts fucking up into her from behind.

"Please, Fitz… Give it to me…"

"Come on, Liv. You can do it… Tell me what you want…"

Then, all of the sudden, he's out of the chair and standing behind her, thrusting quickly and deeply, holding onto her hips while she slides further onto the table, trying desperately to rock her hips back to meet him.

"I…fuck, yes—harder… I want your baby, Fitz. Please, come inside me… Fill me up… Please, fuck, please…"

"Oh, you're so good, such a good girl… Just for me, right? I'm the only one who gets to come inside you, huh?"

His movements are fast, his hips just starting to stutter as he climbs closer to the edge. He can sense her legs shaking as he pounds into her, and when his left-hand trails beneath her and begins rubbing her clit expertly, he is glad she's half-laying on the table so she can't fall over.

When she moans and insists that yes, he's the only one, their words become more jumbled, less poetic, overtaken with groans and grunts and right there's and come for me's.

One final circle on her clit and finally, she comes, cunt quaking and pulsing around him, sending him toppling over the edge along with her. His cock surges, cum pouring into her, painting her walls with him. Liv gasps and groans at the feeling, trying to catch her breath through the blissful overstimulation.

Fitz stills inside of her and worships every inch of skin he can touch, lips brushing along her spine, her shoulders, her hair, her neck. When he gets close to her ear, his voice drops to a whisper.

"Okay?" He asks, so softly that she can barely hear him over the blood pounding in her ears. But it's so perfect, so Fitz, that he always has to ask. Especially with this. Especially with their history.

It's a fantasy that she suggested, but he doesn't want to overstep; he needs to know that she's okay with how he's talking to her. And she is. She loves it so much that when he sits back in the chair, bringing her with him every centimeter that he moves, she sighs and moans contentedly.

Now she's sitting back on top of him, his cock still inside of her, though noticeably softened, so in the next moment, she begins standing up, not wanting to make him painfully over sensitive. However, she's immediately halted by a hand on her belly and another on her sternum.

"Stay," he murmurs into her ear. "You have to stay still if you want my baby… Need to keep my cum inside of you for as long as possible…"

"Ooh… fuck…"

"Stop. Moving." He grunts, feeling a slip of moisture trickle out of her, sliding down to his balls when her hips flex involuntarily at his words. "If you make a mess, I'm going to make you clean it up, and then I'm going to fuck you again so that you will remember what all of this was for…"

Fitz trails the hand on her sternum up to wrap lightly around her throat. Liv tips her head back against his shoulder automatically, and he smiles when he can feel how hard and rapidly her heart is beating.

"Calm down, baby," he chuckles against her ear, squeezing his fingers ever so gently. "Oh, so pretty like this… Acting like a good little girl for daddy…"

The timbre of his voice mixed with the feeling of their fluids between her thighs is making her squirm, and saying things like that has her on edge again already as her belly clenches, thinking about all of the other kinks and requests she had written down earlier.

"Uh-huh, that's right. I can see your list from here… Let's see what else we have on there… Oh, cockwarming… You're such a lucky girl. You didn't even have to ask for it…"

"I—" Liv starts, not sure if she can handle any more of his teasing tonight because she's already so turned on, her thighs practically dripping with her arousal and his. Thinking about having to just sit here sounds like torture. "I don't know if…"

"Livvie?" Instantly, he recognizes her hesitancy and grabs her chin between two fingers to force her to turn and look at him. Her pupils are blown, and he can sense how pent-up she is but doesn't want to push her outside what is fun and sexy.

"It's just…"

"Are you telling me to stop?"

There's a pause, a second to consider the idea of stopping before she sucks in a quick breath and shakes her head. She's so aroused that the thought of his control over her is so intense and the thought of stopping sounds horrible.

"Don't stop."

"You sure?" He asks, needing to know that she's a thousand percent, enthusiastically on board.

"Can I come again?"

Her inhalations are shallow and quick, tell-tale signs of her desperation, but her eyes are full of trust and love for him. He watches her carefully as a slow smile spreads across his face.

"Give me the pen… I want you to keep my cock warm while I write my list, and after…if you are good, I'll make it worth your while, and you can come as many times as you want, sweet girl…"

There's something incredibly inspiring about having his dick inside of her while he writes down fantasy after fantasy on this little lined sheet of paper. There's a level of inhibition that he can just bulldoze right through because he can feel every miniscule movement she makes, every squeeze of her muscles, and it stops him from considering that what he's writing might be too raunchy or too much.

He's seen her list though, and he's not taking it much further than hers, which to be fair, is already much further than he would have ever dreamed of going with her.

Sure, it's so fucking sexy, testing the limits of her body, pushing her to places she's never been before, exercising their love in incredibly passionate and skillful ways. But it's so much more than that. It's this level of trust that he sees echoed in her face and posture and actions.

It's amazing sex but even more amazing love. He wants to—she wants to—explore their sex life, not only for pleasure, but to explore the depths in which they continue to trust one another. How that trust has strengthened and intensified over the years. How through seemingly vulgar acts, they are able to fully communicate the vastness of their love for one another.

It's not something that they have to say because it's the same feeling that they have every time they make love, just intensified.

So, when he has thirteen or so items listed in precise bullet points on his paper, he caps the pen and sets it down onto the table along with the list before turning his attention back to the beautiful woman he loves, who is still writhing mercilessly on his lap.

"Wow, such a good girl… You stayed so still for me…" He hums appreciatively, rocking his hips up into her as his cock stiffens again from the combination of her wet cunt and his filthy mind wandering while writing his list. "Are you ready to come again, angel?"

She whines, barely able to form a word, much less a coherent sentence. It's enough of a sign of agreement for Fitz, though, so he coaxes her up once again. His cock slides out of her in the process of getting to their feet, and as soon as the head slips free, he groans, watching his release spill down her thigh.

Spinning around to face him again, she brings her lips to his, sighing into him as he opens, his tongue invading her mouth, consuming every inch of her, reminding her who's in control here.

While they taste one another, Fitz glides a hand between her thighs, fingering her with unhurried strokes. Both of her hands follow along and deliver two soft, twisting jerks to his cock before he's knocking them away and guiding her down onto the table on her back once more.

He wants to eat her out one more time, but something in the way her belly is tightening, and her eyes are struggling to stay open tells him they won't last through that. So instead, he notches his cock at her entrance, gathering all of the remaining cum with the tip, and pushing into her slowly.

"Oooh, yes," Liv moans as she wraps her thighs around his hips, ankles crossing behind his back, rolling to meet his thrusts.

He smiles, admiring every inch of her body spread out for him like this, teasing her nipples, circling her clit with his thumb. She's just as beautiful to him as the first day they met, if not even more so. So perfect, so precious, so filthy.

His grip on her hips helps him fuck her onto his cock, stilling his hips entirely for the added effect, and the praises begin tumbling from his lips.

"Oh that's it, pretty girl… So fucking messy… Look at you, taking it…"

Back arching off the table, her fingers seek purchase, clutching onto his at her hips.

"You're gonna be so pretty, all full of my baby, huh? Gonna be so proud to show everyone who you belong to… Gonna make me so happy, baby…"

Liv whines again, and Fitz hisses at the way her fingernails claw into the backs of his hands, the perfect pleasure-pain.

"You gotta come for me, Livvie… Show me how good you can be, how much you want me to bust in your pretty little pussy… Yeah?"

"Fuck—ungh… Fitz, I'm—"

"Yes, just like that…" His grip leaves one of her hips to guide her own hand to the top of her mound. "Touch yourself, Livvie… Make yourself come all over me…"

One thing she's good at is following his orders. She does just that, sucking two fingers into her mouth quickly before setting to work, rubbing the wet digits in brisk circles over her clit.

It doesn't take long before her breath catches and belly clenches, her thighs quivering around his hips, and her cunt squeezing him impossibly tightly. She tips over the edge in a violent quake of swears and thrusts.

By the time she calms and settles back against the table, he can feel how insanely wet and slippery she is, and it spurs him on to the point of no return.

"Baby, I'm…"

And now it's her turn. She's been so compliant, so tame, almost passive during this whole exchange that she needs him to know just how much she's loved this. How excited she is to try every single fucking thing on both of their lists.

"Fitz… please, please… Need you to come inside of me and make me yours… I— I've been waiting for it, please… Fill me up so full with your cum… Fuck—I… I want it so badly…want your baby inside me… Breed me… Please… please daddy…"

"Unghh, fuuuck…"

"Oh my god, oh my god… Yes, I can feel it… give it to me…"

"Fuck, Liv…"

His hips rock through each wave of his orgasm, his load pouring into her once again. He jerks a few more times, and as much as he wants to draw this out as long as possible, he's so sensitive that he just can't.

He reluctantly pulls out, taking care to go as slowly as possible, mindful of her sensitive cunt. When he slips free, she hisses, feeling his cum ooze out of her and pool beneath her ass. She makes a mental note to remember to disinfect this spot on the table a few times, but truthfully, she doesn't care too much about the debauchery taking place because Fitz doesn't seem to be in any rush to clean it off.

Instead, he pulls the chair back up to the table, grabs their lists, and sits down, admiring the view he has between her legs. Liv pushes up to her elbows to look at him, slightly exasperated.

"What are you doing?"

He gazes up from the papers, grinning and surveying her naked body. "Oh, just deciding what we are going to do next…"

"What?!" She gasps, belly seizing involuntarily at the idea of even more.

Then, he tips his head back and laughs.

"You asshole! I thought you were being serious," Liv giggles, pushing herself to sit completely upright.

"Baby, if I could, I would…" Fitz says, groaning as he watches the gorgeous sight in front of him, the white contrasting against her skin.

Liv shakes her head and moves off the table to sit on his lap, unbothered by their nakedness and stickiness. She cuddles up against his chest, and he kisses her forehead sweetly.

"Hah… if we went for another round, I don't think either of us could walk tomorrow," she replies with a chuckle.

And with a firm squeeze as he envelops her body in his arms, Fitz sighs, full of love and admiration and trust and fulfillment. "Well, there's always tomorrow night…"

AN: Thank you beautiful people for reading, liking, and commenting! It means the world to me! :) Sorry I took the cop-out and didn't completely write out the lists... This way I can add/ change/ take suggestions when they come! So of course, feel free to let me know if there's anything you'd like to... see... ;) Take care, loves!