AN: Hii beautiful people! Here we are, back to our regularly scheduled content with Fitz and Liv, exploring their lists. This one is...VERY nsfw so read with caution if you must! I hope you enjoy! :)
A blizzard.
It's just what she needs right now.
Read: sarcasm.
No, in fact, this is the last thing she needs right now. Because instead of boarding the plane with her client, a presidential hopeful for the Democratic ticket, to head to blasted Iowa for the Iowa Caucus, she's stuck in DC, at home, some one thousand miles away, with a blizzard shutting down the entire city.
"Fitz," she hisses into the phone, balancing between her ear and shoulder. "Have you not looked out of your office window today?"
Over the phone, she can hear him laughing and immediately, she's not in the mood for it.
"The roads are getting bad, Fitz. They've shut down travel for the Caucus. All flights canceled."
"Oh god. I'm so sorry, Liv…" He sighs, taking a breath before shifting to comfort her. "At least if you're grounded, everyone else is too."
Liv huffs out a breath, flopping down onto the bed on her back—no sense pacing around their house like she can do anything productive right now. "Just…"
She wants to argue with him because she's annoyed, and her client is already three points down heading into the caucuses and she's stressed and so over it. She wants to argue with him and tell him all of the reasons why he's wrong—their team is disproportionately stunted by this. She wants to yell at him because there's no reason for him to still be at the office and not at home with her.
But instead of venting her frustration on him, she sighs and murmurs softly. "Just…get home, please. Now."
And instantly, he can hear the worry in her voice—both for him and this entire situation, so he acquiesces easily. "Sure thing, Livvie. I'm grabbing my coat and leaving now."
The simplest offer—of him coming home—is enough to calm her, if only briefly, but she'll take what she can get. "Be safe, please."
"Wouldn't dare to not. See you soon."
By the time he makes it through the front door, she's already downed half a bottle of the Cab that she was saving for after she got back from Iowa.
"Starting early, Livvie?" He teases, shucking off his wool coat and kicking off his snow-covered loafers in the entryway. He crosses the room to Olivia, whose legs are pulled up into her chest, lounge pants and his sweatshirt draping over her body while she lounges in the velvet armchair in the living room.
"I don't want to hear it. I'm pissed."
Her voice is short, clipped, but he knows intuitively that she's not necessarily upset with him but rather the whole situation. Once he's in front of her, he offers her his hand, pulls her to stand, and then sits down himself to tug her down into his lap. Her body feels tense, from the pinch of muscles between her shoulder blades to the knee bouncing rapidly against his thigh. He wants to calm her down, wants to provide support where he can, so instead of giving her his words, he gives her his touch, sliding his fingers underneath the bottom of his sweatshirt and around her waist.
But as soon as his fingers collide with her skin, she shrieks and jumps off of his lap.
"What?!"
"Did you leave your damn hands in the snow? Your fingers are freezing!"
Her tone sets him off in a series of deep laughs, and something about his laugh makes her soften, joining in with him and sinking back into his lap once again. She lets herself curl up against his chest, and this time, she settles his hands around her waist on top of her sweatshirt before kissing his neck gently. When their eyes meet again, he notices the shift in her mood.
"I don't think we'll win." Her voice is quiet and timid, and he knows how much it takes for her to admit that to him, to share her fears. "Cora said even with the backing of the Women's Alliance, without a bump in Iowa, Cathleen doesn't have a chance."
He stays quiet with her and attempts to let his voice soothe her. "I'm sorry. I really am. Losing Iowa doesn't count you out though. She's leading in New Hampshire polls, right?"
"Yeah, she is."
"Well, then," Fitz smiles, cupping her jaw and bringing their lips together gently. "I remember someone else who lost Iowa but won the election still. You're not out of the race just yet."
She hums, considering his words, trying not to discount what he's saying. Softening, she buries herself in closer to him, nudging her nose along his jawline and breathing him in.
"I don't want to lose. I can't lose."
And he hears all of the frustration in her words, just as he's heard on several presidential races gone by, his own, his ex-wife's, and so on. She's lucky Mellie's re-election was an easy win because she might have just thrown in the towel if she had to deal with a fourth scandalous election in a row. However, that particular year boosted her confidence once again, scratching that itch and re-igniting her passion in running campaigns.
"I know, sweetheart."
"So what am I supposed to do, Fitz? Just sit here, while it's fucking blizzarding out there?" She scoffs and tosses her hand flippantly.
"Maybe that's exactly what you're supposed to do. Maybe what you have is at least a two day, much deserved break to rest before you really have to hit it hard…"
"And do what? Just sit by the fire and twiddle my thumbs?"
Fitz's dubious smile lights up his face, ghosting his finger tips sneakily from her waist up the plane of her belly to her collarbones. He traces each side delicately, looking at her with obvious intention.
"Is that right?" She smiles despite herself, still not entirely convinced, but at ease enough to appreciate what he's doing for her. Leaning in, she kisses him again.
"Mmm," he groans, teasing her lips open and brushing his tongue against hers.
It's no surprise what he's doing, trying to calm her anxious head with much easier and fun things. Fun things like barely being able to take a full breath with the way his mouth is moving on hers. Fun things like sliding his now-warmed hand under her shirt and palming her naked breasts, one after the other. Fun things like maybe lighting a fire and keeping his head between her legs until she comes at least three times on his tongue.
"Ooh, that feels so good," Liv sighs, leaning into the pressure of his fingers on her nipples.
The sound of her voice breaks the spell, and he immediately retreats his hand out from under her shirt. She whines pitifully while she tries to pull him back down into another kiss.
"Livvie," he chuckles against her persistent lips. "Liv—hey…would you just—"
"...shut up and kiss me, mister."
"I—hmmp—baby, just a second."
"...stop talking…"
"Wait." She finally listens to him, pulling away and peering up into his eyes with haughty annoyance.
"What?"
"Go get our lists."
It's been a few months since she has even laid eyes on either of their lists. The campaign has been too stressful, too much, too hard that she's lucky if they even make it through a lazy fifteen minute missionary. So naturally, the thought of this—of digging their lists out and…
Fuck.
Before he has to tell her again, she's bouncing off of his lap and scurrying upstairs to the nightstand where they keep their plethora of unmentionables. Within a minute, she's back in his lap, little papers in her hands, her back against his chest.
She takes a second to refamiliarize herself with all of the horribly naughty things they had written down all those months ago. It's not helping that he's sucking kisses along the length of her neck, hands running all along her body as she reads. There's a warm fire spreading in her low belly, one that only he can put out.
"What sounds good, pretty girl?" Fitz murmurs against her neck, keeping as close as possible to her.
And she can hardly even think. It all sounds good, everything sounds good, but ultimately she knows as well as he does that what she really needs tonight is to not think. She needs something to shut off her brain. She doesn't need to just come, she needs to be devastated.
She needs to forget that she's losing this race. She needs to forget that she's a fixer. She needs to forget her own fucking name.
So, instead of telling him what sounds good—because frankly, everything sounds good—she turns to him, hands him the papers, and smiles.
"You pick. I'm sure you'll come up with something good…"
Fitz grins wickedly and doesn't hesitate in kissing her once more before taking the papers and perusing them himself. His eyebrows twitch faintly as he remembers everything that they've talked about doing, everything that he's fantasized about doing to her. He knows her well enough to know what she needs tonight, and he loves her enough to give it to her.
He doesn't tell her what items he's picked from her list. Instead, he guides her step by step, letting the present moment pacify her worried brain so that everything else can melt away. All she needs to worry about tonight is him. He's gone so far as to turn her phone off—not silenced or on vibrate, but off, because she deserves to not be distracted for this tonight.
"Come here, love…" Fitz murmurs, turning away from the lit fireplace to where she's still lounging in the chair across the room.
He wants her close to him again because he can tell she's already getting cold without his body heat against hers. Peeking out the huge window, he notices how rapidly the snow is piling up, and selfishly, it makes him smile, knowing that she's going to be stuck here with him for at least a few days.
When she finally stands up and crosses the room, Fitz pulls her into a heated kiss, immediately opening her lips with his own and stroking his tongue into her mouth. His palms trace down her back, massaging the tender muscles there that get worked up when she gets stressed. Then, they pause as they land on her firm butt, squeezing and kneading and pulling her impossibly close to him.
It surprises her slightly when she grinds forward against him and finds that he's already hard for her. Not that she should be surprised, but it makes her chuckle nonetheless that he can still get hard from simply kissing her these days.
"What are you laughing at, pretty girl?"
She pulls away, kissing down his neck. "You…"
Before he can question her, she sneaks her hand around to his front, cupping him through his trousers, already rubbing him slowly.
"Mmm…" He growls, low and threatening. "You don't know all of the things I have planned for tonight… I wasn't planning to bend you over and spank your ass, but if you wanna tease me some more, maybe I'll have to add it in…"
His warning doesn't really bring her to pause. Instead, she just smirks, bites down gently on the soft skin of his shoulder, and sucks the mark between her lips to soothe it.
"You're feeling…frisky, Miss Pope…" Fitz teases before his tone darkens. "...and here I was about to tell you to stretch out on the couch so that I could put my mouth on you… Now, I feel like you need to earn it, Livvie…"
Her eyes find his as they share a silent exchange—her assessing what he means, him assessing her headspace, if she's ready for this—and when they both smile, they know they are right where they need to be. This is what they both need—to connect, to love on each other, to surrender to one another.
"I want you to go upstairs, get out these three toys, and put them on the nightstand." He extends their lists to her and points to the items he's referring to. Her pupils dilate instantly. "Get yourself…ready…for me. And Livvie?"
"Yes?"
"You better be naked by the time I get up there."
He gives her a long four minutes to get ready while he turns off the gas fireplace in the living room—surely, they'll get use out of that later after they've exhausted each other. It's torture though, having to wait while he knows what she's doing, how she's getting ready for him, so when he feels like enough time has passed, he makes his way upstairs.
The door to their bedroom is already slightly open when he makes it up the stairs, and by the time he turns the corner, he sees her, lounging on the bed, stretched out on her back, her fingers playing with her bare nipples.
"God, baby… So fucking good for me…" His eyes sweep around the room, checking to make sure she did what he asked, and he hums in approval. "Get up."
Her brows raise slightly at his shift in tone, how quickly he went from praise to commands, but she follows his orders anyway. It is quite cold in their room with the snow pillowing outside of their windows, so she can't stop the shiver that comes when she stands up from the bed.
"Are you cold?"
She thinks for a second, considers lying to him, but she can't, so she nods.
"I'll warm you up, sweet girl… Here…" And when he steps up to her, his hands glide along as much of her skin as he can reach. Then, he tugs her hand, pulls her over to the loveseat in their little make-shift sitting area in their bedroom, and encourages her to sit while he switches this fireplace on in front of her.
He loves watching the flames highlight and illuminate her skin like this as she reclines on the small couch and lets her thighs open for him. It makes him almost forget that she hasn't earned this kind of treatment…yet. He wants her—no, he needs her to be gone, so out of her head by the time his mouth finds her cunt that she won't be able to hold back.
Because that's what he wants tonight. He wants to make her hold herself back as long as she can. He wants to push her, work her up until she's shaking so close to coming, and then right when she thinks she can, it'll all stop and start over. Over and over until she's dripping for him. Until she's a whining, crying mess for him. Until she doesn't even realize the words she's saying, begging him so helplessly to come.
But he's going to get her there slowly and the first step…
"C'mere, baby…"
With his back to the fire, he helps her stand up, wrapping her arms around his neck and settling their lips together again, kissing the promise of pleasure into every corner of her mouth. Her naked breasts rub against his dress shirt and that almost sets him off. Turning around, he lets himself fall onto the couch this time, bringing her with him to straddle his lap, their kisses turning filthier with every minute. She starts to unbutton his shirt, fingers trailing down his chest as she gets lower and lower.
As soon as he shucks the shirt off, her hands are everywhere, rubbing all over his shoulders and chest and abdomen that it's making his head foggy. So instinctively, he grabs her wrists, pulls them behind her back, securing them in one hand against the base of her spine and nipping down her neck to distract her. With her hands behind her back, he has so much space to work with—flicking his tongue over her nipples, scraping with his teeth, sucking them between his lips.
She's so sensitive that when he sucks her nipples again, she gasps, her hips moving on their own accord, trying to find purchase against anything. She shifts again, and it lines her up perfectly to grind against his hard cock, so she takes advantage of the pressure, rocking against him for as long as he'll let her, which is, undeniably, not very long at all.
It still makes her whine when pulls her away and tuts at her neediness.
"Baby… You really need it that badly, don't you?" He smiles at her teasingly, watching as her breasts heave and her hips wiggle trying to get close to him again. "Nuh-uh, bad little girls don't get to get themselves off like that…"
"I—I wasn't being bad…"
"You were…grinding on me like that…biting me when you weren't supposed to…"
"I'm—um…I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's too late for that, pretty girl. I think you need to make it up to me…"
"I will…I will. What do you want me to do, daddy?"
She smiles sneakily up at him, daring him to get onto her for using that nickname. He tilts his head at her, clicking his tongue, before motioning down to his belt.
"I want you to get on your knees, baby… I think you need to remember who makes the rules around here…"
Liv doesn't need to be told twice, immediately falling to the floor and beginning to work on getting his pants off. When his boxers hit the floor next to her, he grins down at her, taking himself in his own hand and stroking while he watches his pretty angel sit patiently, waiting for him.
"Why don't you put your hair up? I'm in the mood to wrap your ponytail around my fist tonight," he comments through a groan, thrusting his hips up into his hand at the mental image he's provided himself.
Luckily she doesn't have to go far, spotting a hair tie on the coffee table next to the couch and tying her hair back as quickly as she can. She's more than ready for him, and she shows him so as she sits back on her heels, running her hands up the insides of his thighs until she's batting his own hand away and replacing it with her own, stroking so softly with one hand on top of the other.
"So pretty…" He coos, caressing her cheek while she takes him gingerly in her hand. Her eyes flutter down, basking in his praise, but he doesn't want her shy tonight. He wants her here with him, confidently taking everything he gives her. His right hand slides down her cheek to her chin, grabbing there with his thumb and index finger, forcing her gaze to return to his. "Keep your eyes up here, please."
Liv smiles timidly, preparing herself for what's coming next. She knows what he likes when he's in this mood—when he's helping her turn her brain off—and as much as she loves it too, she does need to mentally prepare for it.
"You can take it, baby…No need to be scared."
Damn him for knowing her so well, for seeing right through her.
"I'm not…I'm not scared, baby…"
He hums. "Then what are you waiting for, love? Why isn't my cock in your mouth?"
She almost wants to laugh because when he says shit like that, she knows he's goading her, like he wants her to be bad, talk back to him a little, but because she knows him so well, she's not giving him the satisfaction tonight. Instead, she just leans in, kissing the very tip of him atop her two hands that have stilled around him. She's not necessarily stroking him anymore, just waiting for his next order.
"Move your hands, baby."
Eyeing him nervously, she does what he asks, but deep down, they both know that she normally likes to start out slow. That she needs a little warm up before he just thrusts into her mouth. His face softens, letting her know that he hears her concerns.
"Don't worry… We'll start slow… Just take your hands off first." She does. "Good girl. Now, put me in your mouth."
She does that, too, wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock and sucking softly, flicking her tongue along the underside to make him a little breathless. She's surprised when his hand automatically comes up to grip her hair, wrapping her ponytail around his fist like he has promised, already guiding her head down onto him. He slides deeper in her mouth, and she tries to relax—she really does—but it's not as slow as she normally starts and now he's at the back of her throat and…
She bails with a cough, gasping for air. He grins at her, lets her take a single second more before guiding her back down on him. He does the same thing this time, pushing her deeper and deeper, except this time, when she gags, he holds her there for a second longer before letting her up.
"Good fucking girl… Spit it out for me…"
Liv does immediately, coughing and spitting the saliva pooling in her mouth onto his length before diving back in, determined this time. She lets him push to the back of her throat again, but this time, she swallows, bobs her head lightly, and comes back up on an inhale.
"Yes–fuck, Livvie. Spit…"
She does again, and the way he looks soaked and dripping with her is making her soaked and dripping for him. Quite literally, when she takes him in her mouth and drools down his cock to his balls, she can feel her cunt dripping onto her ankle. Her headspace is helping her sink further and further away from her anxiety which means all she's worried about is pleasing him, but that doesn't stop her hips from shifting and rocking with how clearly she wants to be touched.
Fitz moans appreciatively, watching how eagerly she's taking him without touching herself, and it gives him an idea—a chance to tick something off their lists that he mentioned to her all those months ago. So he lets her swirl her tongue around him once more before he pulls her off of him and smiles.
"Go get that first toy, pretty girl…" He motions with his eyes toward the nightstand across the room, and the way her eyes light up, he can tell she knows which one he means.
Within twenty seconds, she's back in front of him, standing with the silicon dildo in her hand, bashfully looking at him like she's some virginal beauty, like he's going to steal her innocence.
"What, Livvie? What's that face for?"
"I—I don't know what you want me to do…" It's a lie, though. She knows exactly what he wants her to do, she just relishes in getting him to tell her exactly what he wants her to do.
"Oh, pretty thing… You don't remember?" He stands with her, cupping her jaw and kissing her briefly before taking the toy from her. "Here baby, let me just put this…and we'll get a blanket for those knees…"
He talks to her while he works, affixing the suction cup to the hardwood floor and folding up a blanket to place a few inches in front of the toy. When he stands back up, her eyes are wide and a little vacant so he spends a little time kissing her, moving down her neck and chest until she's ready to keep going. Finally, she exhales on a moan, and it signifies just what she wants.
"Can I—?" Her voice is whiny and needy, and when he chuckles at her, she flashes him a look, daring him to laugh at her again. He doesn't, instead he just helps her down onto her knees, keeping their eyes locked together while she does.
"You gonna sit on it like a good girl?" He hears her whine yet again while she reaches a hand behind herself to line the toy up with her entrance. "There you go, sweet girl…"
His growl turns her on even more as he watches her slowly sit back onto the dildo, taking each inch until she's seated back on her ankles. She sighs and closes her eyes, tipping her head back and enjoying the sensation of him watching her as she fucks herself in slow, rolling bounces, until she feels something against her lips.
"Open," Fitz utters, tapping his cock lightly against her lips, waiting for her to do what he's asked. She's enthusiastic this time, taking him in and bobbing her head so rapidly that it takes his breath away, and he immediately pulls her ponytail back. "Uh-uh… ma'am. I said, open."
She looks a little confused but does what he asks anyway, opening her mouth and tilting her head back to watch him. Then, her hips start rolling a little faster, almost as if to dare him to tell her to stop. He doesn't. He just praises her, tells her how pretty she is with her tongue hanging out of her mouth like that.
Then, he tells her to be still and slides his cock against her tongue to the back of her throat, thrusting a few times while she stays perfectly motionless.
"Fuck, baby… That's so good… Open those eyes…"
And when she does, he notices how her eyes start to water, tears rolling down her cheeks as she chokes on him. Giving her a little break, he sits back down on the sofa and encourages her to pleasure herself for him.
"No… You don't touch me now. I want to see you touch yourself… There you go… Yeah you can bounce on it like that, baby… Rub your clit for me."
He leans down to tease her nipples, rolling each between his thumb and forefinger until she's crying out and whimpering while she fucks herself faster onto the toy between her legs. She looks beautiful like this… spread out, her head tipping back while her hips moves faster, her eyes rolling back in her head. But before she can get any further, he stops her, tugging her forward until her hands land back against his hips.
His right hand tangles in her ponytail again, his left holding the back of her neck, guiding her to take his cock back into her mouth. From this angle, reclining on the couch with her on the floor, he can see her hips grinding onto the toy and her mouth moving on his dick, and the combination almost makes him come instantly.
Her fingers leave her clit because she can hardly hold herself up when he starts fucking her mouth onto his cock. Instead, she reaches to grab onto his thighs again, and her hips still automatically, focusing on breathing and relaxing her throat for him and being a perfect little whore for him like she loves.
However, as soon as her hips still, he notices. "Tsk, baby… I didn't tell you to stop. Here…" He grabs the base of his length and pulls her back so that just the tip rests against her tongue. "Suck on me like that and fuck yourself like you deserve… Show me what a good little slut you are…"
Liv squeaks, the sound high pitched and muffled around his dick. Immediately, she gets to work, planting her hands on the floor in front of her to leverage enough to really bounce on this little toy. Well…little isn't the right word…
It's actually fucking big, just a tad smaller than Fitz himself, but big enough to make her really work for it. Luckily, she's soaked and when the toy completely fills her up and she settles herself at the base, she can hear the squelch of wetness between her thighs. Fitz can hear it too, groaning when she speeds up to make the sound even louder.
"Fuck—you know what you deserve?" Fitz asks, pulling her off of him completely and already starting to stand up and haul her off of her knees too.
He's quick with it—popping the toy off the floor and sticking it to the mirror attached to the wall next to them. She gets the hint immediately, grinning up at him, smirking because she knows the added bonus of this particular position.
"Mmm…you gonna watch it fuck my pussy, mister? You love the thought of me being filled up from both ends, huh?"
Before he helps her to her knees again, he kisses her, pinching a nipple to reprimand her teasing. "I only like it because I know how much my little girl loves it… You filthy thing…"
"I do…" She agrees, sliding down to her knees and backing up to the mirror. The silicon cock slips inside of her as soon as Fitz slips back into her mouth and this—being on all fours, rocking her hips backward to fill her pussy up to then rock forward to fill her mouth up—it's overwhelming in the best way.
Fitz obviously loves it, his eyes alternating between staring at her face and at the mirror where the toy is stretching her out. "Fuck, so pretty…"
He starts speeding up her movements, and in an instant, the feeling of the cocks inside of her is too much, and she whimpers that she's going to come. He's never been so quick to respond when she says that because he's never done this… Usually, he's so good, keeping up exactly what he's doing, murmuring soft encouragements to her.
He doesn't ever do this—stepping backward and pulling her forward without warning so that the toy withdraws from her cunt, and she's left panting and whining with the loss, shivering with the waves of what would have been her orgasm if he had just let her keep going.
Her eyes sear into his, angry and desperate.
"What the fuck—"
Immediately, she regrets the words flying out of her mouth. Fitz's eyebrows lift, questioning if she truly just uttered those words.
"I—Fitz—I'm—"
"Apologize. Now. You don't curse at me."
"I'm…I'm sorry, daddy… You just—"
"Nuh-uh…" Fitz shakes his head. "You aren't blaming me for your mistake. You know what's on your list…"
Fuck…
She doesn't whimper it out loud, but she really had forgotten about writing down edging on her list. Damn her and her adventurous spirit.
Cautiously though, Fitz studies her eyes for a second, determining if she's still on board to keep going with this. He's not going to hold her to it if she's decided that she doesn't like it…that it's not fun for her anymore.
"Livvie?"
She whimpers again because seeing how painfully hard he is for her is making her needy again, and she wants to satisfy him. Sure, she was pissed about not getting to come, but now that she realizes why he did it, she's with it, willing to be wrecked again.
She nods, grins up at him, and lets him haul her up to her feet again, leaving the toy behind as he picks her up and carries her to the bed across the room. He's not gentle, tossing her backward onto it, watching as her breasts bounce and the bed ripples with the movement.
Motioning for her to scoot up the bed, he climbs on top of her, settling between her thighs and kissing her sweetly. He grinds his hips into hers, almost daring himself to refrain from pushing into her and fucking her like he so wants to.
"You know what this reminds me of?" He asks, keeping the rhythm of their lips going.
"Mmm?"
"Houston…getting stuck in that stupid hotel room on the trail…"
Liv smiles, her face illuminating with the memory.
"You remember how many times I made you come that right?"
She nods. "Five…"
"Well…I guess then that is a huge difference between that day and today… the snow… the canceled events… It always turns out so good for us…"
She's been good—so good that he wants to give her a little reward. So, he crawls down the bed, hooking her thighs over his shoulders, and starting slow, sucking kisses against her core. He is attentive, sucking her clit, angling his face to give her slightly different sensations with each pulse. His tongue dips lower, flicking through her wet folds lightly before pressing deep.
She shrieks when he starts to fuck her, his tongue dipping in and out of her rapidly, his hair the only thing she finds purchase in. His nose bumps against her clit every few thrusts, and all of the sudden, she's already climbed back up the ledge.
She considers not telling him this time—maybe if he doesn't know she's going to come, she can get away with sneaking it in before he is able to pull away. But she forgets how well he knows her body. He knows how close she is without her having to say a word.
So, from between her legs, he peers up at her face, watches…watches…keeps the pressure until her eyes just start to go vacant and her chin tilts up toward the ceiling…
That's when he pulls away, not going far. He, instead, nips along her thighs and admires how she shakes and holds back streams of curses that she so desperately wants to scream.
"Awh…that's so good, baby…" He praises. "You're learning…"
There's part of her that—despite how awful and out of her mind she feels—loves this game. She loves how it feels for her body to be under his control and his control only. She doesn't have to think about when she gets to come or when she will get pleasure. That's his job.
Her job is to take it. To do what he says and come when he tells her to.
But naturally, she's sort of a control freak, and every time he makes her stop, she considers how many more times he's going to make her do so.
"Fitz—"
"Yes, pretty girl?" He murmurs, lapping at her cunt again now that the waves of her impending orgasm have trickled away.
"I don't know if—"
"You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can do it."
"How many—"
She's panting and whimpering and making the sweetest little devastated sounds.
"How many more times?" He clarifies for her.
"Yes—when do I—?"
"You get to come when I tell you to come… I want to play with these other two toys first… Keep being good, and you'll get to come soon, my love."
She doesn't ask him to clarify what 'soon' means because she knows that he won't, even if she asks, so she just whines and shifts her hips and whimpers a little "okay, daddy…"
"Sweet girl…turn over for me…"
And fuck, just the tone of his voice makes her know instinctively what he's doing next.
She feels him slip off of the bed and watches as he rummages through the nightstand, retrieving the little bottle of lubricant and the weighty metal toy with the baby pink gem glinting on the base.
Shortly after making their lists, they had invested in some more equipment that they both were interested in trying, and the plug had been pretty high on that list, along with the little handcuff and blindfold set and vibrating panties that are still hidden away in the drawer, untouched.
She's been more than partial to a finger or two in her ass, especially when Fitz has her bent over the bed or on her knees, fucking her silly. But the plug has still remained likewise undisturbed in their bedside drawer…until tonight. And as soon as he had pointed to it on her list earlier, she was almost giddy with excitement and nerves.
Fitz clears his throat and looks at her once, the most serious that he has been tonight. "This still okay, Livvie?"
Smiling, she nods, appreciative of his need to check in with her, to make it as good for her as he can. "I want it…fuck, I want it…"
Her response must be satisfactory because he doesn't waste time, ducking down and kissing her briefly before climbing back up on the bed and moving behind her. She settles with her elbows digging into the duvet, her ass up high in the air as she wiggles her hips teasingly, feeling the hand he smoothes down the length of her back.
"So gorgeous…I could just…" His words trail off on a growl, dipping down and licking a firm line from her clit to the base of her spine. "So good, Livvie… I'll warm you up first, okay?"
His hands knead her ass cheeks, spreading her so that he can see all of her, uncapping the little bottle and slicking his fingers generously—more generously than necessary. He tosses the bottle aside and glides his fingers over her puckered hole lightly, spreading the moisture around.
Before he goes any further, the fingers of his other hand find her clit, rubbing softly so that she's loose and distracted when he pushes one finger inside of her.
One finger is quickly followed by two, and he lets her adjust for only a second before those two fingers are moving, gently fucking her ass open for him. Now she's trying to remember if she's ever done this…had his fingers inside of her without his cock…and somehow the feeling is so much more intense, so much dirtier than she had anticipated.
But without a doubt, it feels fucking incredible. She doesn't think, just starts rocking herself back onto his fingers.
"Fucking hell, pretty girl… Yes… Goddamn, you love it, huh?"
She can't really get words out, so she just nods her head emphatically.
His fingers on her clit speed up, rubbing expert circles in time with the thrusts of his other fingers, and without warning, her moans have elevated to the point that she's practically wailing for him. He's read enough to know how to be as gentle as possible with this whole thing, so he doesn't take his fingers out of her ass, but immediately removes his fingers from her clit so that she still cannot come.
"Shh, baby… You're okay… You're doing so good…"
Huffing out a shaky breath, she tries to calm her racing heart, but it's no use when he starts tenderly pulling his fingers out of her and picking up the plug from its place on the bed.
The first thing she notices is how damn cold it is against her skin, and she hisses when he rubs her lightly with it. Back and forth, it slowly warms with the heat of her, and finally after what feels like a long stretch of time, Fitz settles the toy against her ass and pushes.
"Ooh…" She moans, surprise bubbling through her at how smooth and thick it feels. The sound of her voice makes Fitz still.
"Okay, Liv?"
"Yes, fuck, yes…keep going…"
He does what she asks, continuing to push with firmer and firmer pressure until the thickest part of the bulb stretches her and all of the sudden, the resistance is gone, and the plug sinks fully into her. She lurches forward, crying out because the sensation is so foreign that she's not expecting how fucking full she feels.
"Oh my god, oh my god…oh my goood…"
Letting her adjust, Fitz just watches, admiring how pretty she looks like this, spread out so well. He eventually has to bring his hand to his cock, stroking himself to quell the growing ache. God, he wants to be inside of her so badly, but he doesn't want to push her too soon.
"How is it, baby girl?"
Liv whines. "It's—fuck—it's…I don't even know. It feels so big, but it feels perfect."
"Yeah? Can I—?" While he asks, he nudges forward, brushing the head of his cock along her dripping cunt. She doesn't even have to use any words for him to know what she wants, rocking her hips back into the pressure.
He slides inside of her, taking his time to draw out the stretch for her as much as possible. So slow, so careful, gentle pushes, unrushed thrusts… He does all this to prepare her, but what he's not prepared for is how it feels for him. He's not prepared to feel it, making her pussy all that much tighter around him.
As soon as he can feel her relax onto him, he speeds his hips up, fucking into her quickly, balls slapping against her clit, eyes glued on the pretty pink thing sparkling before him. It's—
God. Now it feels like he's edging himself, trying to make her hold out. He fucks her as much as he can until he is seconds from coming. Then he retreats, pulling out and turning her over onto her back.
"Fuck baby…come with me, gorgeous…"
He's back inside of her, his face buried in her neck, hips plunging into hers, his brain so far gone that he almost forgets the last thing on her list. But before she can shatter for him, he reaches up to the pillow next to her head where the small wand vibrator is waiting.
Clicking it on, Fitz places it right on her clit, and she couldn't hold back at this point, even if she tried her hardest. He's already given her permission, so there's no chance she's going to—or even can—stop now.
Then, his husky, deep, aroused voice is in her ear, and she's making so many sounds that she can hardly hear him.
"Fuck pretty girl…fuck, come for me…come all over me…"
She does.
She does so hard that her thighs are quivering around his hips, her muscles are so taut and tight that she feels like a bungee cord stretched so tightly that when she finally comes, the cord just snaps and all she can do is grip onto him and let it happen. He follows her over the edge because he has to, his cock surging inside of her, thrusting deeply, pouring himself inside of her.
"That's it, my baby…taking everything I give you…god…look at how wet you made me…"
There's enough energy left in her to glance between her thighs to where they are still joined, and with the bright light glinting through the room, courtesy of the snow still falling outside, she can clearly see her wetness soaking everything—his torso, the vibrator, his pelvis, the bed beneath them.
"Did I—?" Her eyes are wide, surprised.
Fitz buries his face in her neck, exhausted and somehow still so fucking aroused after coming. "Yes. You fucking squirted all over me. Good fucking girl…"
"Oh my god…"
She fights the urge to be embarrassed, but it's not hard because Fitz, for one, is still hard inside of her. Liv feels boneless and sated but simultaneously energetic, newfound energy springing from this new…skill? It's not like she tried…it just…happened.
Rolling them over, she sits up with his cock still solidly inside of her, beginning a quick, determined rhythm, bouncing on top of him. It's definitely different with the plug inside of her, the way her muscles squeeze, accentuating all of the pressure between her legs.
But she loves it, the reminder that he's filling all of her holes…well…not all of them.
She grabs his hand, one that had been rubbing her clit what feels like ages ago and sucks two of his fingers into her mouth. Hoping he gets what she is going for, Liv stares at him, rolling her hips on top of him, sucking his fingers, begging for him to come again.
"Come on, Fitz—fuck…fill me up again…"
He's so close, devastatingly close, and what she does next is absolutely going to get her into trouble, but she just can't help it.
She knows it's been on his list too.
And as soon as he rocks his hips up into her again, moaning that he's going to come, she lifts her hips, and his cock slips out of her, landing with a wet smack against his abdomen.
"FUCK—"
"Hmm…" She smiles wickedly at him. "Not so fun, is it?"
His hips thrust up, desperate to be back inside of her, but she's already crawling down his body before he can. Her lips wrap around his cock, and she doesn't want him to hold back again, letting him shove himself into her throat and fuck her mercilessly.
Humming so she doesn't choke on him, he moves with the rhythm of her breathing, and it's probably been embarrassingly quick, but he can't hold back or care that he's already coming. He warns her with a swift tug to her ponytail and a gruff moan, and he's coming down her throat.
She moves with him through his orgasm, swallowing everything he gives her and swiping a finger at the corner of her mouth to catch the drops of cum that have escaped. Pulling off, she looks at him teasingly and grins, licking one long stripe over the length of his softening cock, making him twitch involuntarily.
"Come here, baby…" He begs.
They settle together, Liv against his chest, unbothered by the plug still in her ass along with his cum spilling out of her cunt and onto his thigh. They'll clean up later, but for right now, they are fine being a mess.
She's fine with being a mess because for the first time in months, her brain is not a mess. She's not anxious, she's not thinking about a million different projects and stressors. She's just…here. She's calm and content and satisfied beyond belief.
Fitz kisses the tip of her nose, tells her he's going to clean her up now, and teases her when she groans grumpily. He's gentle, going extremely slowly, and despite a few hisses and curses from Liv, he's done well to clean them both up as tenderly as he can.
She's sleepy and pliable, like she always gets after she comes hard, so when Fitz draws her onto his chest and whispers that he wants her to take a nap with him, she doesn't fight back.
Sure, her phone is switched off somewhere, and likely making many poor campaign staffers lose their minds, but for some reason, she doesn't care. This is what she needs right now. So this is where she'll be.
Snowed in and satiated.
AN: oops! okay I hope you enjoyed! let me know how you feel about being back to Fitz/ Liv. I may be continuing with Jules elsewhere but let me know what you want to see! xx