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Interagency Collaboration Series Masterlist
Pairing: (You/Javier Peña/Marcus Pike)
Warnings/tags: light BDSM, threesome, dom Javi, Switch Marcus, sub you, creampies, unsafe sex, established relationship, pwp, f!reader Specific tags in each chapter.
Part 1 - A Common Goal
Part 2 - The Longest Ride Home
Part 3 - Interagency Christmas
Part 4 Coming soon
Part 5 - Coming soon
My Masterlist & AO3
Interagency Collaboration - Part 3 - Interagency Christmas
You, Javi and Marcus attend the work Christmas party.
Tags: light bdsm, oral sex, vaginal sex, panty gagging, semi-public sex
Word count: 3.2K Rating: E
My Masterlist Part 2
This was my secret Santa gift for @half-moon16. I hope you enjoy it, gurrrrllllll. Big thanks to @pr3ttynpiink for organising! <3
You were at the office holiday party with Javi and Marcus, and you were not feeling it tonight. All you wanted to do was spend the night at home with your boys, but instead you’d had to get all dolled up, travel to the office in a near-blizzard, and spend the night with people you didn’t even want to spend the workday with.
The saving grace, of course, was that Javi and Marcus were here too. But you couldn’t spend the whole party together, or people would start asking questions. So now, Marcus was making small talk with some work friends about some art exhibit coming to town text month, and Javi was (unhappily) answering questions about his time in Colombia that some of his work acquaintances had.
That left you nursing a drink by the punch bowl, roped into uncomfortable small talk with the guy from your office who had been trying to get you to go out with him since he’d transferred here six months ago.
Brad didn’t seem like a bad guy, decent enough, if a little boring. But you had all the men you wanted in all senses of the word, and you were pretty sick of being pursued by this guy. You hadn’t told Javi or Marcus about it all; Javi could be prone to possessiveness, and you knew Marcus would try to talk to Brad about leaving you alone. You didn’t want the fuss. Usually, ignoring or gently rebuffing Brad’s advances was enough, but tonight the punch had emboldened him, making him a little pushier.
“Come on, it’s Christmas. It can be my present from you.” He cajoled, his facial expression a flirty smile, like it was a joke you were both in on, and not a one-sided attraction.
You opened your mouth to speak, to tell Brad you really weren’t interested.
A warm hand settled on your lower back; a touch you’d know anywhere, even blind drunk and half asleep.
“Jenkins. My gift to you this year is that I’m not gonna report you to HR for harassing a colleague.”
“Harassing?” Brad’s jaw dropped. “Look, man. I dunno what you think is going on here, but I’m not harassing her, and this has nothing to do with you.”
Javi quirked a brow, sizing Brad up with a scoff, before turning to you.
“Do you want to go on a date with Brad here, Carino?” He asked, eyes crinkled with amusement as you both shared a secret look.
You sighed. “No. I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea here, Brad. But I’m not interested.”
“Wow, uh. Okay. Sorry. I thought… I mean, we’ve been flirting for months.” He crossed his arms, brow furrowed.
“Uh. You’ve been flirting.” You said apologetically.
“Sounds like you need to retake Body Language 101, Brad.” Javi shrugged. He turned to you. “I need to steal you for a moment.”
“Oh, uh okay. Excuse us, Brad.” You said, following Javi as he led you away from the party, thankful for the escape. Once you were in the quiet of the hall, Javi stopped, turning to look at you.
“Just how long has that beige motherfucker been bothering you?” He put his hands on his hips, looking back towards the door you’d both just exited through.
You felt a laugh bubble up out of you at the descriptor. “Fuck, he really is beige.” You agreed.
“Baby.” He implored you to answer. “Don’t dodge the question.”
“Ugh, fine. Ever since he transferred here. All he’s done is ask me out a few times, and I keep turning him down, I promise.”
Javi frowned, his brows creasing. “Oh I wasn’t worried about that, baby. I trust you. I don’t trust guys that can’t take no for an answer. Does Marcus know?”
You shook your head. “I didn’t want to cause a fuss. He doesn’t seem dangerous, he’s just annoying. And I can handle it.”
“I know, sweetheart.” Javi stepped closer to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “C’mon, let’s take a minute.”
He lead you to a supply closet at the end of the hallway, looking around for witnesses before opening the door and pulling you inside.
“Really, Javi? A supply closet at the work Christmas party? So cliche.” You giggled, following him inside all the same. “Is this some kind of staking your claim thing?”
“Well… no. Marcus and I had this planned in advance.” He confessed, tilting his head as footsteps echoed in the hall, growing closer.
“In advance, huh?”
“The holidays are stressful… We need some relief.” He rubbed at his moustache, leaning forward, and you giggled as he pressed a kiss to your lips.
A sharp rap on the door, then silence, then two more. A secret knock, you guessed, as Javi turned to open the door.
Marcus stood in the doorway, tie around his neck loosened and slack, his top few shirt buttons popped open. He’d lost his coat at some point too. The skin of his chest and face were flushed, and his face was lit up with a grin.
“Room for one more in here?” He asked.
“Hurry up and get in here before someone sees.” Javi said, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him into the closet. The door was shut and locked, Javi pressing Marcus up against the door to kiss him hotly.
Marcus groaned into Javi’s mouth, hands coming up to grab at his ass, pulling him closer. Javi growled, rolling his hips forward, Marcus’s strong hands digging into his hips and ass, encouraging him to keep rolling and rubbing against him.
Javi’s hands cupped Marcus’s face, a thumb stroking his cheek, encouraging him to open his mouth wider, to tilt his head and let Javi in as their tongues curled and stroked each other.
When they pulled apart for air, Javi pressed kisses to Marcus’s jaw, letting them both catch their breath. Marcus’s lips were swollen and parted, his hair in disarray from Javi’s desperate grip. His eyes were glazed from the alcohol, pupils blown with desire as his gaze landed on you.
“Touch yourself for us, baby. Get that pretty pussy all slippery for us.” He said, mouth falling open in a gasp as Javi kissed his way further down, popping open more buttons on his shirt to press sucking, wet kisses to his check and stomach.
You did as you were told, lifting a leg to plant one of your feet on a low shelf, hiking up your dress and shoving your panties aside to touch yourself, Marcus’s gaze burning you the whole time as he watched you intently.
“Such a good girl.” He praised bringing a hand to Javi’s head, gripping his short hair. He looked down at Javi, on his knees properly now. Javi unzipped Marcus’s fly, pulling his dick out of his dress pants and taking the head into his mouth without preamble. “Oh fuck. Such a good boy.” He praised Javi. “I must be on the nice list this year.” He smirked, his voice a slur of drunkenness and desire as Javi started to work him over, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard.
One thing you loved about Marcus was that his shy persona totally melted away when he was being a Dom, and it really melted away when he was drunk, leading to some absolutely corny filth sometimes. It seemed like tonight was going to be one of those times.
You liked to take your time when you touched yourself, starting with slow, teasing touches to your seam, but you had no patience for that right now, bypassing the teasing and getting straight to work spreading your slick up to your clit and focusing on the little nub.
“Fuck, fuck. ‘M close, Javi. Where do you want it? You wanna swallow me, or is Daddy gonna give you a new necklace for Christmas?”
Javi pulled his mouth off of Marcus to shoot him an unimpressed look. “Don’t you fucking dare, or we’re swapping shirts.” He warned. “I’ll swallow.”
“Wait.” You protested, both of them turning to look at you. “I want it.”
“You want your stocking stuffed, baby?” Marcus asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“Baby, I am literally begging you to stop with the Christmas innuendo.” You laughed.
Javi reached out to you, making a gesturing motion. “Give me your panties.”
You complied, taking off your lacy lilac thong. You passed it to Javi, who balled it up in his fist.
“Open.” He commanded Marcus, who did as he was told, his cock jumping. Javi shoved the wad of lace in Marcus’s mouth, closing his jaw and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Shh.”
Marcus moaned, his cock twitching again.
“How do you want it, baby?” Javi asked, taking your hand and bringing you over. “You still want his load inside you?”
“Yesss, want him in my pussy and you in my mouth. Then I want you to fuck me.”
“You giving me sloppy seconds carino?” Javi chuckled lowly. “Just how I fuckin’ like it. So good to me, baby.”
He had you bent over, pressing you against Marcus, tilting your hips until Marcus’s cock slipped inside you, his back still flat against the door. Marcus let out a desperate whine at that, shifting his hips.
“No,” Javi reminded teasingly. “You know the rules. You cum from my thrusts once I’m in her mouth, or you don’t cum at all. No moving.”
Marcus twitched hard when Javi said that, a low groan of assent rumbling in his throat. The game was half the thrill for all of you, and god, Javi played it well.
You watched Javi as he stepped in front of you, unbuttoning his suit jacket and taking it off, resting it on a shelf. Your eyes settled on his belt buckle as he turned back to you.
“Really, Javi? Mistletoe on your belt buckle?” You laughed, the motion of your movement making Marcus groan.
“I wasn’t taking any chances.” He winked, settling in front of you and gathering your hair in his hand.
You couldn’t help but clench around Marcus as you waited for Javi, who was taking his sweet fucking time unzipping his pants. After all, the game was half the fun. Marcus whined, mumbling a plea around the panties in his mouth, his body taut and stiff with the effort of not moving.
“Are you teasing our boy, hermosa? That’s not very nice.” He scolded, his hand finally reaching into his trousers to grasp his cock, pulling it through the fly and offering it up to you, nudging it against your lips. You opened your mouth, and he trailed the head around your lips like a tube of lipstick, painting them with precum. “So fuckin pretty like this, baby.” He murmured, grasping your jaw and lowering your mouth open wider with his thumb, pressing inside you finally.
He gave you a chance to get him all slick with spit before he started fucking your throat properly, the force of his thrusts doing as promised and slamming you back against Marcus, pushing him against your cervix with every thrust.
“Touch her.” Javi ordered Marcus, who followed the instruction immediately, one hand reaching around to rub your clit. You felt a warm, wet sensation on your ass. Spit?
The question was answered for you when Marcus’s next move was to drag his thumb through the wetness and trail it to your puckered hole, circling and pressing inside.
The onslaught of sensation made your cunt clench, which was enough to send Marcus over the edge finally, filling you with hot spurts of cum as he groaned desperately around the panty gag.
You could feel him dripping out of you, running down your legs already as he pulled out. Javi withdrew from your mouth and you straightened up again, turning to face Marcus. Your hands found his shoulders, and he removed the panties from his mouth, stuffing them in his pocket so he could kiss you as Javi stepped up behind you, pressing inside you with a grunt.
“Fuck baby, you’re dripping all over my pants.” Javi growled, snapping his hips against you. “You’re gonna drip a fuckin’ trail all the way to the car once I’m done with you.” His breath was hot against your neck as he pressed wet, sucking kisses to your skin.
Marcus’s hand crept between your legs, putting pressure on your clit and teasing the base of Javi’s cock, and your fingers dug into his shoulders as you fought to keep your balance, Javi’s thrusts becoming harder and more erratic at Marcus’s teasing touch.
“Y’gonna cum for us, sweetheart?” Marcus breathed against your mouth. “Gonna squeeze Javi real nice with that sloppy pussy?”
His other hand found your nipples under your dress, pinching them roughly, just the way you liked. He rolled the pebbled nub between his thumb and forefinger, alternating feather-light caresses and cruel pinches, driving you wild and bringing you so fucking close.
“That’s right, baby.” Javi encouraged, “Can feel this pussy, so close, huh? What do you need?”
“I know just what she needs.” Marcus said, a smug tone colouring his voice as his hand crept lower to slip two fingers inside you, his fingers curling to press hard on your g spot, even as Javi kept pounding you from behind.
“Oh fuck, that, yes. Like that!” You cried, head spinning as the waves finally broke, crashing over you and wringing you empty.
They worked you through your orgasm, and then Marcus focused on Javi with a determined focus, fondling and cupping his balls as Javi fucked you.
Moments later, Javi was moaning quietly in your ear, hips stuttering and faltering as he came, rocking inside you until he was completely spent, turning soft inside you.
He slipped out with a groan, taking the pocket square from his suit jacket and using it to wipe himself up, before tucking himself back into his pants.
Still crowding you against Marcus, he took the pocket square, pressing it into your cunt.
“Can’t have you making a mess when we say our goodbyes.” He said, pressing a kiss to your hair.
“Hey, what’m I gonna use to clean up?” Marcus nodded to his own mess on his trousers.
“Use her panties.” Javi shrugged.
“They’re all wet…” Marcus said, removing them from his pocket and holding them up to show you both, before tucking them away again.
“Jesus Christ.” Javi sighed, grabbing his jacket off the shelf and handing it to Marcus. “Hold this in front of you. Can’t take you two fuckin’ anywhere.”
You snorted a laugh. “I’m pretty sure the real problem is you’ll take ‘us two fucking’ anywhere.”
He conceded with a wry tilt of his head.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here before Brad tries his luck with you again.” He said, fixing your hair as Marcus unlocked the door, looking around to make sure the coast was clear.
“Brad?” Marcus turned to ask, looking between the two of you in askance.
“It’s a whole fuckin’ thing, apparently.” Javi grumbled. “New guy’s been asking her out.”
Marcus’s eyes darkened. “Asking, like multiple times?”
“Yep.” Javi said, sharing a look with Marcus. “Apparently Brad has a real hard time understanding ‘no’ actually means no.”
“Hmm.” Marcus grumbled lowly.
“Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure Javi embarrassed him into submission earlier. I don’t think he’ll be bothering me again.”
“He better fuckin’ not.” Javi said darkly.
“Cmon.” You said, eager to get off the subject. “Let’s find your jacket, Marcus. Then I need to get the fuck out of here and into a hot bath.”
Marcus smirked knowingly at your thighs, the secret knowledge that Javi’s pocket square was all that was preventing you from dripping their combined spend down your legs making him twitch in his pants. You bit your lip, meeting his heated eyes.
“Focus,” Javi sighed at the two of you as you reached the party again. “Jesus.”
He left the two of you by the door, searching for Marcus’s jacket while you and Marcus stood together, both trying not to look like you’d been up to something. A hard task when both of you had disheveled hair, and Marcus was covering his cum-stained pants with the strategic drape of Javi’s jacket over his arm.
Javi found the jacket quickly, and you all headed off, you and Marcus stumbling through the parking lot tipsily. Javi had chosen to only have a single drink, so he was perfectly fine to drive home. He followed you and Marcus, watching with fond amusement as you wrapped your arms around each other, drunkenly giggling and narrowly avoiding slipping on the icy ground. He sped up and rounded the car to get in, starting the heat while you and Marcus took your time.
When you reached the car, Marcus pressed you up against the cold, wet metal, making you shriek, planting his hands on either side of you.
Your eyes met, his warm brown gaze heating you from the inside out, making you forget all about the cold. He pressed his forehead to yours, nuzzling your noses together, before his soft lips met yours, slow and gentle and passionate.
“Well, now I get it.” Brad’s voice rang out in the night, and Marcus pulled his lips away from yours to find the source of the noise.
“Get what?” You asked, still a little breathless.
“Why you wouldn’t go out with me.” Brad said, his facial expression contrite. “I uh. I know this isn’t really my place, but uh. I kind of got the impression back there that you were with Javi?”
Both you and Marcus laughed at that, looking at Javi in the front seat, waiting for you both patiently. Brad followed your gaze, evidently coming to a sudden realisation.
“Oh.” Brad flushed. “Uh, your secret is safe with me. Have a good Christmas.”
“Thanks, Brad. You too.” You said, and Marcus gave him a friendly nod and wished him a merry Christmas too.
Brad hurried off to his own car, and you and Marcus shared a look, barely containing your laughter.
“We were bound to get caught sometime.” You shrugged, opening the passenger door of the car, sliding across the bench seat to sit in the middle. Marcus climbed in next to you, letting a pleased hum escape him at the warmth of the car.
“Not like we were trying real hard to keep it a secret with that whole stunt, anyway.” Marcus agreed, resting his arm across the back of the seat, behind your head, hand settling on the back of Javi’s neck.
“Brad was fuckin’ wasted out of his mind.” Javi gruffed, putting the car in drive. “He ain’t gonna remember shit tomorrow.”
“He better at least remember to stop asking our girl out.” Marcus griped, leaning his head against yours.
“Don’t worry, fellas. I have all the man I can handle right here.” You rested a hand on each of their thighs, squeezing firmly.
“Mmm, and you handle us so well, baby.” Javi praised, resting his hand on top of yours, pulling the car out of the parking lot merging the car onto the road.
The snow was really coming down now, and you were glad you’d all decided to leave the party when you did.
You were probably all going to be snowed in, come morning. But that was okay.
You had nowhere to be until after Christmas, and you had some ideas for how to kill some time with your boys.
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