Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Date night - Part 4 - Oswald x Reader

(Y/n) finally, though most certainly reluctantly, pulled herself from the bath. Again, normally Oswald would be there to wrap the large towel around her. A smile kissing his lips, as he would carefully rub the soft material over her flesh; quiet moans leaving her lips, as his fingertips would occasionally touch her warm skin. She was sure that it was part of this strange kind of mating ritual that she and Oswald shared. Her husband, in his own unique way, proving that he could take care of her, that he could protect her. His gentle touches and that glint in his eye, making it impossible for her not to surrender to him. To not give in to his every whim, his every desire. A feeling of sadness overcoming her, as she brushed the fluffy towel over her own body. But this was not her fault, all this was as a result of Oswald's neglect, and she was not about to feel guilty for denying him these moments with her. (Y/n) firm on the fact that he did not deserve them, until he had paid for not thinking of her. For not telling all his little minions and sycophants that he had better things to do than sit in yet another boring meeting; and that was to go on a simple date night with his wife and show her how much he cared.

Slowly, she made her way to the mirror. Taking the pins from her hair and allowing the now lose locks, to fall over her shoulders. Her fingertips ghosting over the array of perfume bottles, until they found her favourite. (Y/n) pulling the stopper from the elegant, cut-glass container, before allowing some of the liquid to trickle down from her throat, to between her breasts. A dreamy sigh leaving her lips, as the warm humid air of the bathroom, seemed to heighten the already wonderful aroma. The wet towel dropping to the floor with a slight thud, before she made her way to the door and slowly opened it.

Suddenly she stopped. (Y/n) fighting back the smile as she saw the bedroom. As she saw that all her favourite things had been brought to the room; that crimson rose petals had been scattered across the dark silken sheets and floor leading up to the bed. Her arms crossing firmly over her chest, as Oswald came into view; a sheepish smile on his lips, as he limped forward and held out a glass of champagne for her to take. (Y/n) looking as serious as she could, as she watched him look over her naked body; watched him lick his lips in anticipation.

"Oswald Cobblepot, that door was locked! Did you get Victor to pick the lock........?"

"Well, my dove............."

"And don't tell me you got poor Butch to carry all this stuff up here, because I cannot imagine you doing it.........."

"My sweet, let me............."

"No, Oswald. You are being punished. Did you really think that any of this was going to make up for all the date nights you have missed. All the times I have ended up sat in a restaurant on my own, because you have forgotten or don't care that we were supposed to be spending time with me. I truly believe that you don't want to be married to me any longer; that you have fallen out of love with me, if you ever loved me at all that is." (Y/n) huffed, before making her way to the bed and taking a seat, her back to him. Oswald placing the glasses on the table next to him, before slowly walking to the bed. The crime boss, hating to see how much he had hurt his angel. Hating it more when he heard her sniff back tears.

"My darling.........." He said softly, as him limped around the bed, until he was stood before her. Oswald slowly kneeling down and taking one of her hands in his, before bringing it to his lips.

"I could never not love you. You are my world, and I am a fool. I promise, I swear that I never forget our date nights again. And if I do..........."

"And if you do.....what........?" (Y/n) asked, as she turned to look at him, pulling her hand away from his.

"Well.......well then you can have Victor shoot, at me..........."

"Don't be silly, Oswald..........."

"I mean it, my dove. I will never leave you waiting alone at a restaurant again. I will never forget that we are supposed to be meeting. And to prove to that I mean it; our new date night, will start now........" Oswald continued, as he took her foot, and softly, slowly began to kiss up from her toes to her ankle, and then the inside of her calf. A smile coming to his lips, as (Y/n) let out a needy moan. A gasp leaving her lips, as Oswald pushed her back onto the mattress, before moving one of her legs up over his shoulder.

"Oswald............"

"Hush, my love. I want to taste you." (Y/n) falling backward; her hands gripping to the soft sheet beneath her, as she felt her husband's tongue begin to caress her sensitive numb; to move into her. Oswald humming at the taste of her sweetness. It not taking long before her first high hit, and she tightened her thighs around his heard. Oswald chuckling, as she finally released him. A soft whine leaving her lips, as he pulled away from her.

"Patients, my dove. I am not finished with you yet." He assured, before removing his jacket and then his shirt. The rest of his clothes quickly falling to the floor, before he joined her on the bed.