#foggysmut

The song from Karen had set an alarm off in his mind. He came from his office to see Matt stoic, yet carrying the small cake, riddled with candles, while Karen cautiously followed holding a camera. both with little party hats on. Oh fuck.

“Happy Birthday, my love.” He had told you. “Now, I have a meeting with my client this afternoon, so I must get going, but I will meet you back here to take you for dinner. Be good.” he had winked,grabbed his coat, and hightailed it out of the office.

He had raced around the mall, grabbing everything he knew you liked. Especially a ton of those drug store animal face masks that make you laugh every time. Only he hadn’t noticed the small similarly shaped black envelope in the pile. Not even as he was checking out. He’d thrown everything into a basket, and wrapped it, leaving it on his table. What he hadn’t realized was the card he’d used for them was your joint one. And that you got every notification. And that you now knew he’d forgotten your birthday. You had come home to see him, in his best suit with flowers, the gift on the table beside. He watched you go through it, and paled as he saw the black envelope just before you.

There were a  few moments of silence. Both of you taking in the object.

“Edible underwear?” you had asked, and Foggy had instantly gone red, stammering out a how did that get in there, I didn't buy it!

You had set it aside and moved on with the night. Not bringing it up, until The two of you were grinding on each other on the couch. You were both down to your underwear, when you had paused your movements and got off him.

“Put them on.” you told him, sternly.

“Put..what on?”

“You know what.”  you’d arched eyebrows and pointed to the table where the gift lay abandoned.

And that is how he had ended up here.

Staring at himself in the full length bedroom mirror, wearing nothing but the fruit-rollup style edible underwear that had found its way into your gift basket. He was in for it now. He played with them, hiding his semi the best he could with the underwear, as he head back out to see you.

The second he walked into the room, you bit your lip, hiding a smile. The sight was glorious.

“I look…”

“Delicious.” you don't let him ever finish that sentence, you push him onto the couch, and kiss him heatedly, running your fingers through his hair as he slouches into the cushions.

You straddle him, leaning up on your knees as you make out with him, his warm hands sliding up your thighs, squeezing your ass, one hand sliding up your back and around to your chest. He  hums lightly, hand cupping your tit and lightly squeezing a few times, his thumb and index finger finding your nipple. Foggy manages to pull a few moans from your lips as he teases your nipple. Your kisses trail across his cheeks, and down his body, pushing his legs apart and settling on your knees between them.

“This,” You begin. “Is for forgetting my birthday.” You frown up at him softly, and suddenly through the arousal, is a hint of fear.  But it doesn't last.

You smile down at his rock hard cock, straining against the gummy candy. You  lean in, and lick up  his cock, stopping only when the candy ends. The man above you shivers, and a whine begs to leave his throat.

“Hm… Strawberry. My favourite.” you purr as you continue your licking, occasionally sucking the head of his cock into your mouth just for a second, before returning to the little kitten licks along his covered cock.

“Fuck, s’good!” he slurs, watching you tease him, sliding his hand into your hair, massaging your scalp as you continue in your motions. You laugh as his cock twitches under your tongue, and you pull away, dragging your nails along the inside of his thighs, Pulling whimpers from his lips.

“Good Boy” You purr while he watches you, his breaths heavy and uneven. You trace your fingertips just under the  candy, watching him squirm. “You aren’t going to forget again are you?”

He shakes his head, and his eyes are boring into you, a silent plea to just finish him. You shake your head, and run your tongue down his cock, adjusting your head tilt against his thigh to lighty suck on his balls, tongue playing along the strap of the  candy g string he had on.

Your eyes flicker up to his, pausing on his throbbing cock, before looking up at him. His head is lay back, and his jaw is slack, his chest heaving.  You breathe a laugh and lightly nip at the string, setting it free, kissing along his hips to the others, grazing his less sensitive skin with your teeth as you break the  other two strings attached.

He whines your name as you sit up and wrap what's left around his cock, and finally wrap your lips around him, tongue swirling around, and you groan at the taste of precum mixing with the candy. You start to bob your head along his length, and his hand returns to your hair, gripping hard this time. The light burn pulling a groan from you.

His hips jerk when you hollow your cheeks, and press your tongue against him. You gag lightly as he hits the back of your throat, but you shift, and pull back to suck a deep breath in through your nose, before taking him as far as you could, the red from the candy on your lips leaving faint marks on his pelvis, right around is cock. Foggy is whining again.

“ please, jus’ like that, please!” he begs, his thighs trembling as he grows closer to his end. His words spur you on, and you repeat your actions, moaning around his cock, Foggy whining out and bucking up at the sensation.

Just before he cums, you pull off his cock, a string of drool still connecting to the tip. You move the candy to your tongue, and rest his tip against it. Wrapping your hand around his cock, you start stroking him at high speed, and he chokes your name out, arching into your hand. His eyes connect with yours as you work towards his end, wiggling your tongue against the tip of his cock.

“Here..” Foggy whines, and cums along the candy on your tongue, his body tenses as the orgasm races through him, and you  finish off the candy, and lick your hand, and his softening cock clean, leaning back on your heels to catch a breath.

“Maybe I will forget next year. You just sucked the soul outta me.” He whispers, melting completely into the couch cushions. You stand in fake offense, and swat his arm.

“And Maybe I’ll sit on your face until You pass out.” You coo, grabbing his jaw with your hand, so he looks directly at you.

“I am not going to act like that doesnt turn me on.” he breathes back at you.