Warning: Smut - threesome M/F/M!
Rough sex!
Summary: Reader had a fun threesome with two of the hottest agents in the embassy.
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Breaking a chair is easier than one might realize.
Agent (Y/N), A lawyer working for the American Embassy in Bogota, Colombia, sat with the broken wheel of her old office chair on the floor, without the slightest idea of where to go from there.
She had a thousand reports to do for Javier Pena and Steve Murphy because they were constantly out making more things for her to do. 'Cover up this raid, thanks (L/N)'. 'Help me with this report, thanks (L/N)'.
Her life consists of less than seven-word requests, and it made her days long. this morning, after stumbling into the office after working until midnight the previous evening, her...derrière.. decided to demolish her one source of comfort by breaking her office chair. she had spent years breaking in that chair, and it was the perfect balance between worn out and comfortable that made her very sentimental towards it. so sitting on the floor and staring that the rogue wheel in her hand was the proper course of action, at least in her mind. she'd have to go out and find another one, which would be tedious at the least. that could wait until tomorrow. Today, she needed to grieve her chair.
After setting up a new workstation on the floor with papers in a half-circle around her, Agents Steve and Javier entered her office. No warning, because why would they bother to knock? Jackasses, both of them. Stupid, Handsome, Daredevil jackasses.
They looked to where her face would have been at her desk, and when no such face was to be found, they turned to the pile of papers and to-go coffee cups on the linoleum, picking through some discovery request for a trial back home for one of Escobar's men who'd been extradited to the states. Javier spoke first.
"Damn kid, what the hell happened to your desk? You get bored of it or something?" he asked.
Steve piped in, "yeah, I heard they're useful for people. Yanno, they provide a spot for all that damn paper you've got up to your ears."
The two of them always smelled like cigarettes and reminded her of the feeling she got when she stayed up too long working. they made her wired, on edge, fully aware of every inch of her body. It would be infuriating if she didn't like it so much. It had been a long time since she'd been intimate with anyone, and she couldn't help but want to drown in Steve's eyes, or Javier's...all of the above.
What weirded her out, however, was the fact that they spent what seemed like every waking moment together. She knew being partners meant you developed a sense of co-dependency, but it wasn't like anything she'd seen when working for the embassy. they were like siamese twins, without the creepy identical appearance thing.
(Y/N) finally found her voice after ogling them not-so-subtly for a moment. "my chair broke. next best thing." she looked back down at her papers, but the two started circling around behind her desk to look at the broken chair.
Steve spoke first this time. "Yep, you broke it alright. I was wondering when it would give out, considering you probably spend more hours on the thing than at home."
"What's up with that, by the way? You're not the one going out and being fucked by these people, but somehow I feel like you're more sleep-deprived than we are." Javier this time.
Oh, Irony really is a cruel mistress to these two, she thought. "You two are the ones fucking me with all the work you give me. do you realize how annoying it is to constantly clean up after your messes on the street?" (
Y/N) tucked her pencil into her bag and stood up to leave. "you two are annoying me and I want lunch to drown the pain of breaking my chair. get out so I can lock the door."
"Woah, not so fast there (L/N)." Javier blocked the door with his body right as you got up to leave. "I want to know where you suddenly grew those balls from to speak to us like that."
He lowered his head so he was closer to her, and her body felt the same way it did every time he came near. like a live wire for a bomb was hiding in her throat, sliding that electric feeling that he gave her down to her stomach.
"Tell us again, sweetheart. What's up with all the long hours you spend here? It's not like you're just not getting the invitations we keep giving you for drinks."
"What, so I can watch you chug a couple of beers and walk out with some whore dangling by your waistband? I'd rather stay here and keep you two from getting arrested because sorting that out would inevitably become my job too." She turned to Steve (he isn't married in this timeline btw).
"And you too, casanova. Like hell, I want to watch you trade spit with Javier's sloppy seconds before stumbling home. Just move out of the way, and give me a damn break." she went to go under his arm and twist the doorknob open, but Steve was behind her in a matter of seconds, and her hand froze in its tracks.
Tick, tick, tick. the wire in her stomach getting dangerously closer to being noticeable to them. That was the last thing she needed, for them to realize just how badly she wanted them.
Steve slid his hand to her wrist, resting on the doorknob, and she became painfully aware that he could feel her heartbeat against his fingers.
"Not so close, (L/N). We keep inviting you because you're easy to read. I bet right now, underneath that tight skirt you've got on, you're dying right now. You're horny, and we can tell. we can either fix that-" He moved her arm to just over his pants' belt buckle. it was cold to the touch, and (Y/N) could feel the strain against his pants start just below his belt also.
"-Or, you can go to lunch. But just between you and me?" he leaned into her also, his breath hot on her neck. again, the smell of cigarettes. electricity bubbling and sparking everywhere his breath skimmed her bare skin. "I think you want something else right now."
She thought to herself for a second. This would surely ruin their workplace relationship, and definitely wouldn't get her chair back, but they were so warm, and close, and fuck if they weren't reading her like a book right now. thinking could be done later. all she wanted right now is to feel.
"One of you needs to shut up and kiss me before I change my mind."
No time was wasted. Steve pushed her hand below his waistband and onto his dick through his underwear. he whispered in her ear, this time voice thick with something she couldn't put her finger on at the moment. "Why don't you come and make use of your pretty little pussy on the desk with me?"
(Y/N) felt Javier guide her to her now empty desk, thanks to her chair breaking and moving all her papers to the floor. she lifted her shirt, exposing the bra underneath-- not much left to the imagination either. it was skimpy, practically see-through.
Javier walked to one side of the desk, his hips behind her head (which was now lying against the desk) and Steve stayed on the side that her legs were facing.
Steve pushed her skirt past her hips and marveled at her dripping with desire against the warm light of the lamp overhead. He looked at Javier, asking if he wanted a turn first with his eyes.
Javier shook his head no, he liked the view he got from over there. he slowly began to touch himself to the sight of Steve lowering his face onto (Y/N)'s panties, licking her after pushing the fabric of her thong to the side.
"God, I've waited too long to see you like this." Steve began fucking (Y/N) with his tongue, rubbing her clit slowly with the pad of his thumb.
It must have been obvious at that moment the lack of action she'd been getting because the whimper that left her lips immediately was met with hums of satisfaction from between her thighs.
Javier was playing with her lips with his fingers. one finger went into her mouth, and he gave her another one of those short requests he was so fond of.
"Suck it for me, (Y/N)." His dick was bigger than she thought it'd be, and his body--shirt only halfway buttoned and skin tanned from the sun outside--made her more than willing to follow this particular request.
She couldn't help but moan around his finger when Steve switched from his tongue to his fingers, slowly pushing in and out while his free hand was pushing on her stomach just enough for him to reach her g-spot.
Her eyes went from the ceiling around his head to Javier's face, who was looking at her like water in the middle of the desert.
"Steve, flip her over for me." In the next moment, (Y/N) was on her hands and knees, ass in the air, and staring at Pena's dick.
"Do I need to ask you again, sweetheart?" Javier said. No, he didn't. once (Y/N)'s lips wrapped around the head of Javier's dick, she began going over the sensitive spot on the tip with her tongue. slowly, tantalizingly. she wanted him to beg her to go faster.
(Y/N) knew one thing about Javier for certain: he wasn't patient. after less than thirty seconds of teasing him, Javier tried to grab her hair and move her further down, but she stopped in her tracks once he lifted his hand.
"Ask me nicely." her words were a little shaky, and her face was betraying her confidence, but she remained firm. Steve, from his view on the other side of the desk, was just watching the show unfold.
Javier stared at her looking up at him through her eyelashes, with spit on her mouth from sucking him off and did something he'd never done with a whore. "Please, make me feel good. Please, baby."
That was all (Y/N) needed to get started. she kept her right hand stroking the base of his cock while her mouth made the top of his shaft and the tip feel good. Javier head rolled back, and he whispered to himself, "oh yeah, fuck, this is what I imagined you doing to me."
Like a switch went off, the praise turned her on more than she cared to admit. she sucked harder, stroked faster, and changed her hand from resting on the bottom of his shaft to massaging his balls.
His dick went deep inside her mouth, to where her hard and soft palate met. her cheeks sucked in, she was the one to make him whimper with delight this time. Steve was just watching the show, fucking her with his fingers.
While sucking him, (Y/N) felt Steve's fingers leave her insides, and the head of Steve's dick brushed against her pussy, up and down up and down. Teasing her, like she teased Javier. Jackass.
"What should I do, Javi? give her what she wants?" Steve asked Javier, who had finally gotten more used to the sensation (Y/N) was giving him. He, through strained lips, quickly went
"Reward her for being good". She finally felt Steve slide inside of her, and Javier matched his pace with him so they were both penetrating her at the same rate.
For once, those two fucking her felt great. They kept going through the sounds of her moaning around Javier's cock, keeping pace with one another while whispering short things to her,
"You're so good at taking my dick, princess." Steve. "Keep going, you're fucking perfect." Javier. after making her cum around Steve's cock, they traded places with one another, and when she put his dick in her mouth, she could taste herself on him.
"You ready, baby? I'm kind of--Ohhhh fuck Javier, you were right," Steve didn't get to finish warning her. after that comment,
Javier claimed her pussy with his cock, and groaned at the feeling of her around him like a vice. they found their release together, praising (Y/N) for her...abilities the entire time.
Javier came first, shooting his seed onto her back and ass. Steve came inside her mouth, preferring not to make a mess of the office more than they had. when they were done, they sat on either side of (Y/N), helping her come back from her high.
They re-dressed themselves and came out of the office reeking of sex. Good thing the whole building was out for lunch.
(Y/N) left the two of them in the elevator and went for a quick lunch, thanking God for breaking her chair that morning.