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"You're really beautiful, you know that right…?"
Oswald is looking at you, his bright green eyes piercing down into your chest, causing it to tighten slightly.
His compliments always leave you forgetting to breathe even as he lavishes them on you multiple times daily. You feel like you're being worshipped and admired just for existing, like a beautiful sculpture or a painting. It's wonderful, terrifying and new.
Oswald is still looking at you, ever patient, a man others knew for his brash, pompous air, his love of women, spirits, and excessive spending. The man you are looking at is that same man, yet vastly different in that same moment. This man who has had countless people killed in his pursuit of great fortunes, this man who owns 6 brothels spread out across Gotham… he's looking at you in a way so uncharacteristic of someone with a track record of such deeds. He's looking at you so sincerely, so deeply, like he's trying to take hold of your soul and yank it from your body to add to his collection… So maybe the look you were getting wasn't all that different…
"Thank you…" you say in a small, somewhat shy voice, though you're both only clad in your underwear.
Frankly Oswald Cobblepot scares you, through the excitement and the innate attraction, there always lives a live nerve of fear that courses through you when he puts those impossibility large hands on your small frame, when you watch him dispose of those that he sees fit to dispose of, whether they are standing in the way of his pursuits or not.
You'd never seen him personally "dispatch" someone's but you'd seen him give the order numerous times, watched some poor, idiot soul get dragged off to some backroom somewhere to be subjected to god knows what. You'd never see those people at Oswald's club again, probably neither parents or friends or loved ones as well…
You come back to yourself, leaving those thoughts behind as you feel a calloused hand drift over your face, brushing some of your hair behind your ear.
"You alright doll?" Oswald asks, his brows a bit furrowed.
You blush and choke on your words a bit as you realize how rude it must've seemed for you to have replied so unenthusiasticlly to his compliment.
"I'm sorry, I was, I was just thinking about one of the assignments I have to get done for my psychology class. I didn't mean to…" you don't know what else to say, your lie hadn't fully formulated yet and your brain leaves you high and dry.
"Hey, hey, I said we'd take care of that alright? You don't need to worry your pretty little head about that. Oz has got the money to help you pass any of your classes." He says and let's his hand that's still cupping your face wander down, one of his large thumb tracing over your lips, pulling the bottom one down, sneaking inside your pouty mouth so you taste his skin, salty and smoking and bitter.
"And you don't need to worry about that pretty little body of yours either. Stress like that is hard on a woman."
He's infantilizing you again, as he tends to, letting his options on gender slip through the veneer he seems to put up only around you. You find that you couldn't care less. The finger in your mouth is large enough that it feels lewd rubbing against your tongue. You let your slick appendage glide over the digit, swirling around it teasingly.
"Come here, dirty girl." And Oswald's hand suddenly leaves you mouth, snakes around your back, and roughly pulls you closer so you're framed against his barrel chest and extended gut.
The pleasurable, electric feeling in your stomach is instant as he holds you and presses his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth and he cups the back of your head to deepen the kiss.
Oswald likes to kiss you and you can't see any reason to complain, in fact you live it when you feel like you're almost being devoured. His ample lips leave yours to lean forward and capture your neck in his mouth gently biting down against your tender flesh.
"Ahhh~!" Another moan escapes you, this time a higher pitched whine as your body convulses against his touch, adrenaline and arousal pumping through your widened veins.
"Oswald- ahh~!"
"You know I love it when you say my name. Say it again doll" and he continues to nibble on your neck, letting his to give lathe over you as you vibrate alongside him.
"Oh, Oswald! Ahh~! Please.. Ahh!"
Oswald pulls back after a particular loud moan that causes you to arch your hips towards him, your sex meeting his own, your hot pussy sliding up against his hard length nestled behind a pair of thin silk blue and white striped boxers.
"Please what?" He asks, piecing you with his intense gaze again. "Tell me what you want, doll, and Oz will give it to you."
You try to look away embarrassed, but you feel like a live pinned butterfly, the futility of your flapping wings apparent against the soft, furry pinboard of Oswald's massive chest.
"Please… Please Oswald, will you eat my pussy?"
Oswald's eyes light up and he grins, the dimpled scar next to his nose creased charmingly.
"Anything for you doll." And he goes back to kissing your neck again but only for a moment before he suddenly throws the 2000 thread count sheet off that had been covering the both of you up until then.
"Oswald!" You say with surprise and try quickly to protect yourself from the cold air. Oswald's hand on your chest stops you. He's standing now, looming over you, all 6'3" of him, and you feel so small and meek in his shadow.
"Hey, relax. I want to see you…" he says and let's his hand wander down your belly before taking both of them and with his fingers pressed against each of your inner thighs, he slowly leans your legs apart until you're core is on display for him, the heat in your face matching the head in your belly.
"You're embarrassed aren't you?" He asks, but doesn't wait for you to answer before you watch him bend down and settle on his knees between your legs.
"Oz is going to make you feel the best you've ever felt."
You feel two rough fingers on each side of your labia that slowly spread you open.
"Beautiful…" you hear Oswald minor before all thought is suddenly stolen from you and chucked out the window.
Oswald dips his to give down to meet your quivering sex and groans into you with satisfaction as you let out an involuntary moan and push your pelvis forwardz urging his tongue to penetrate you.
"Oh, Oswald!" You practically yell and you feel Oswald chuckle against you in reply.
His tongue laps lazy circles around your opening before he situates his lips like a seal near the top, enveloping your clit in his mouth, flicking his to give over the slick, sensitive bud.
"Oh, Oswald! Oh god! Oh! Ahh ahh~!"
You can't contain yourself now, your voice comes out strained, panted, whining as Oswald tongue fucks you, his fingers still keeping you open so he can reach maximum depth.
Your entire being and every ounce of your soul is focused on Oswald's head between your legs. You reach down and lay your hands softly on each side of his balding head to keep him in the same position while you begin to pivot your hips up and downz rubbing your dripping pussy against Oswald's hot, waiting mouth.
"Fuck. You're so hot baby." Oswald says. "I wanna watch you cum."
You quickly detaches from your swearing plum and crawls up on the bed so he's hovering over you, making you feel so small and vulnerable. One arm holds him on one it's elbow, and his other hand snakes down to rub circles around your readied clitoris.
"Can you cum like this?" He asks as you continues to assault your sensitive quim"
You nod enthusiastically so naturally his fingers pick up the pace.
"Ahh! Ahhmmf~!" Oswald captures your mouth with his own, swallowing your moans before you break away from him again.
"Ahh~! I'm gonna- ahh, oh Oswald! Oh ooooohhh goddd ahh~~~!"
You cum hard and fast, your eyes locked with Oswald's, you fall Into the dark green pool of his gaze and nearly drown in the wave of pleasure that crashes over you, his fingers still rubbing you up to the point of over-stimulation.
Finally he stops, draws his hand away, and takes his slicked digits into his open panting mouth, licking them lewdly with his to give while he continues to stare at you.
"Mmm" he says with a satisfied grunt.
"You were so good for me doll…" he says and leans to the side, rolling off of you to lay on his back, his chest rising and falling slower and slower as he regains his breath.
You feel sticky and slightly cold so you turn over to face his side, scooting up against him. He lifts his arm and wraps it around your shoulders. His warmz like a furnace and it feels amazing and safe.
You both lay there for a time, regulating your breathing and coming down from the amorous high.
"How about we take a shower?" Oswald proposes. "Then I'd like to take you to dinner. How does that sound?"
"Dinner?" You ask, realizing as your question formulates that you're quite hungry, having spent the better part of the afternoon in bed with Oswald.
"I'd like to, yes please." You say, sheepish in your sudden overly polite nature.
Oswald chuckles.
"Good, good. Don't worry about a dress either. I got a great one picked out just for you doll." He says and you're glad he can't see how wide your eyes go as you bury your face in his ample chest hair.
"Thank you Oswald. I'd like that…"
He leans over and plants one last, tongue filled kiss onto you before he rolls out of bed and limps across the room as he does, over into the bathroom before disappearing to the sound of running water.
"Come on doll!" He says a minute or so later. "Want you to wash my back."
You smile to yourself, heart beating in your chest though your muscles have finally calmed down.
"Coming Oswald…" you say and get up out of the plush California King bed, traipsing naked and full of intense emotion into the bathroom to join your corrupt, kingpin boyfriend in a shower that will probably leave the both of you anything but clean…