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poison either way

pairing: Dave York x f!reader x Javier Peña

word count: ~3.8k

summary: Agent Peña walks in on you and Dave taking a bit of an... unusual break.

warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), able-bodied reader, reader has hair that can be grabbed, no use of y/n, dom!Dave, kinda dom!Javi, unprotected p in v, rough oral (m receiving), threesome, spitroasting, dirty talk, gun play, exhibitionism, nipple play, cum eating, no man on man action and i apologise for that, the plot is three raccoons in a trenchcoat don't overthink it okay (i know i didn't)

disclaimer so that no one feels the need to get weird in my inbox: in real life, this would not be okay. while they’re all extremely into it, javi gets thrust into a situation that he had no chance to consent to, and we have no knowledge if dave and reader discussed something like this prior either. however, this is straight up porn, not a guide on how to do safe bdsm sex.

biggest love to @sizzlingcloudmentality for beta'ing this baby and for not getting annoyed with me when i've talked about this for literal months 😭

dividers by the amazing @saradika-graphics <3

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You’re hot, too fucking hot. Sweat clings to every crevice of your body, the fabric of your blouse thick and sticky against your skin.

The room is windowless, the air heavy, stale with old cigarette smoke. Heated up further by the annoyance prickling under your skin, desperate for a way out.

With a huff, you let the file you’ve been reading slam onto the table in front of you. More like trying to read, really. It’s a mess of crumpled pages, words hastily smashed into a typewriter, littered with typos that you’re trying to decipher. You peer at the box of files on the ground beside you, waiting for you to go through.

“This is bullshit,” you sigh. Tired fingertips find your temples, willing the growing ache behind your forehead to disappear. “He’s probably halfway across the globe by now, and we’re here doing this—”

Your partner looks up slowly. His brow creased with concentration, his eyes still focused and his back rigidly straight even after hours of being holed up in this poor excuse of an archive.

The only sign to indicate any discomfort at all are the sleeves of his shirt, carefully rolled up and revealing his forearms. So he’s not completely immune to the heat at least.

“Do you have a better idea?”

He sounds calm, collected. Genuinely interested, even. Not an ounce of the frustration that you think might make your skin burst soon.

“Well, no, but—”

You’re wound up tightly, like a coil just waiting to snap. You’ve been on this case for months, with no solid leads, chasing the vaguest of cues at this point. It’s how you ended up in this closet-like room of the embassy in Colombia, brooding over files, hoping against hope to uncover something you don’t already know.

“You’re too stressed, baby.”

Slowly, he rises to his feet and crosses the short distance to where you’re slumped in your chair. His hands land heavy on your shoulders. You lean into them, let the weight sink you down. With a quiet nod, your head falls back, connects with the broadness of his torso behind you.

“Want me to help with that?”

You arch an eyebrow, regard the upside down vision of his face that you look up to when you crane your neck. Temptation drips from his tone, sweet and heavy.

“What, here?”

His fingers wrap around your throat, a light touch, for now, but laced with the promise of what he can do to you.

“Yes, here.” He leans down, the breath of his low voice ghosting against your ear. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about it.”

“Dave—”

He nips at your skin, chuckles when a shudder runs through you.

“Honestly, I’m pretty stressed myself. Frustrated, even.” He pouts at you, one corner of his mouth twitching when you sigh. “Don’t you want to help me feel better, baby?”

Truthfully, you really fucking do. No one unwinds you like Dave, no one knows what you need the way he does. You eye the door, the thin barrier separating you from the rest of the building, probably still bustling with people. But no one has been in here all day. Or the day before, for that matter. Fuck it.

The small nod you give Dave isn’t enough, of course it’s not.

“Ask nicely, then.”

You turn around, facing him where he’s standing behind you.

“Please, let me help you feel better.”

You’re out of breath, already. He smirks, his eyes slowly trailing over the exposed part of skin where your chest is rising and falling.

“And how would you do that, baby?”

Your voice is growing smaller, but you welcome the change. Let go for a bit. Let him take the reins.

“I’d let you fuck me.” You look up at him through your lashes, satisfied when a muscle in his jaw twitches. “However you want.”

Taking a step back, he leans against the desk you were working on, his arms crossing over his broad chest. If you didn’t know him so well, you’d mistake the cold mask over his face for disinterest.

“Lock the door,” he demands. His tone is clipped, the one he uses to give commands, the one that doesn’t allow backtalk.

Unsteadily, you rise to your feet. The lock clicks, and you turn back to where he’s watching you, still like a statue.

“Down.” Without objection, you drop to your knees. He smirks, then snaps his fingers once, the sharp sound gathering the attention of your slowly disintegrating mind. “Come here.”

You do, crawling over the hard floor until you’re right down at his feet, watching him tower over you. Thoughts are draining from your head, the tension in your shoulders dropping. It’s so nice to give up responsibility, to let someone else call all the shots, to let yourself fall, just for a little while. Like you can finally breathe.

“You know, I always fuck you however I want. It’s not that special of an offer.”

The skin around his eyes crinkles as he smiles down at you. Only a little mocking, when his fingers dig into your jaw, prying your mouth open. You follow his movements obediently, opening wide for whatever he’ll give you.

He crouches down a little, and you whine deep in your throat, your eyes pleading silently. Your spine straightens, every part of you aching to be closer to him. His smile widens. Clearly mocking now, clearly enjoying every second of your humiliation for him.

“What, baby?” he coos, one finger trailing over your cheek gently, as if to soothe you. “Want me to spit in your mouth, hm?”

Another sound escapes you, all needy and desperate. Yes, you really fucking want that.

He clicks his tongue, straightens back up. “Maybe later.”

Before you can protest, two of his thick fingers fill your mouth instead, pressing down on your tongue, invading your senses, overwhelming in the very best way. Your lips close around the digits almost instinctively, sucking obediently before he can give the command.

He grins, sinking deeper, close to triggering your gag reflex. Your eyelids flutter shut at the sensation, a moan humming around his fingers.

“Nuh-uh,” he growls, his fingers curling, pressing down uncomfortably. “Eyes on me, you know better than that.”

You open them back up instantly, wide blown pupils finding his. Tears leak down your cheeks and he catches some of them with his thumb, rubbing them into your skin.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” His thumb locks under your chin instead, making you nod. “Complaining all day long, when you could use your mouth for this instead…”

Your knees already feel bruised against the unforgiving hardness of the floor. His fingertips keep hitting your throat repeatedly now, making you gag again and again. Drool is dribbling down the corner of your mouth. Still, your panties are soaked through, sticking to your skin. Your hips are humping against thin air, desperate for something, anything. You know better than to slip your fingers under your skirt without permission, and you certainly know better than to stop sucking and ask, but he must be able to read the pleading in your eyes.

Abruptly, he pulls his fingers out, unceremoniously wiping them clean on your cheek, leaving you damp with your own spit. “Up,” he barks, already roughly pulling at you before you have time to react.

He spins you around so quickly that you’re still getting your bearings when you’re bent over, your torso pressing against the cold table, with Dave in your back. He flips your skirt up, revealing your bare ass and landing two sharp slaps there.

You gasp out in pain, but feel your back arching, already wishing for more. Instead, he kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs further. His finger runs over your ruined panties, all teasing lightness, playing with your hole with the slightest of pressure.

“Always so fucking wet,” he marvels, his voice gravelly with arousal. “I barely touched you, baby. You get that worked up just from sucking on my fucking fingers?”

You whine out an affirmative, your voice trailing off when he pulls the fabric to the side and slides his fingers through your folds without a barrier.

“Can’t keep that slutty pussy waiting then,” he grits out, and the familiar clinking of his belt buckle reaches your ears, followed by a zipper getting undone.

You brace for the impact of him entering you. Dave never takes his time, never works you open beforehand. He likes to toy with you in other ways, likes to get you desperate before he fucks you. But you both enjoy the biting stretch of his cock spreading you open without preparation, the way it pushes the air from your lungs, always just on the right side of painful.

His hand finds your hip, holding you steady while the other lands on your back, pushing your body flat against the rough surface. Then, he slams into you. You stifle a scream into your fist, your back arching further to accommodate him.

He holds still for a moment, groaning at your walls fluttering around him, before he pulls back. Only his tip stays wedged inside you, before he fills you up again, over and over. His hand travels from your back to the back of your head, pushing down, smothering you under the overpowering mass of his body.

“Fuck,” he growls behind you. His fingers dig into your hip hard, adding to the delicious pain only he can incite in you. He’s so deep, hitting all the spots no one ever seemed to be able to find before him.

You’re shaking, your pussy pulsing around him, all wet and needy, already embarrassingly close to an orgasm. One that he won’t let you have just like that, not a doubt.

Through the haze, the sound of a key getting crammed into the lock from the other side interrupts you. The door swings open, revealing tanned skin, dark hair and brown eyes, widened at the picture in front of him. Agent Peña, your contact at the embassy, who, rather begrudgingly, had shown you around two days ago and finally dropped you off at this archive room. You hadn’t seen him since, though he did float around your head quite a few times.

He’d reminded you of Dave, in a way. The same strong nose, the same dark brooding eyes, the same no nonsense attitude. The same pouty lips, though his are framed by a moustache that you’d pay good money to see on Dave. Maybe you have wondered if they’d taste the same, too. Maybe you’d crushed on him, just a little.

With that being said, no part of you had envisioned having him catch you like this.

But you’re already too far gone to be embarrassed, all coherent thoughts melted away as soon as Dave put his hands on you. You hear Dave’s grin in his voice from behind you, his thrusts never faltering, still punching breathy moans from your throat, jostling your body against the table over and over.

“Agent Peña. You wanna give her a go when I’m finished?”

His fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulder, pulling you up against his chest. Your blouse falls open wider, baring the lace of your bra to the other agent. Dave pinches a nipple over the fabric, the breath of his chuckle hot against your neck when you mewl in reaction.

“Best stress toy I’ve ever had.”

“Dave—“ you protest weakly, hoping against hope that he misses the new rush of wetness that followed his words.

He pinches harder, his teeth scraping over your neck.

“Sorry, who?” You whine, shame tying your tongue. Dave tuts at you, his touch not letting up. “Mind your manners, baby.”

“Sir,” you grit out, voice stuttering with his still unrelenting thrusts.

His lips pull into another grin against your skin, one you wish that you could see.

“That’s better.”

The other agent –Javier, you remember now– appraises you, his gaze slowly gliding over you, resting on your exposed cleavage. The corner of his mouth curls into a smirk.

“Interesting investigation that you’re conducting here, Agent York.”

Dave chuckles, giving you another thrust that has your hips digging into the table and a moan tumbling from your lips.

“Just taking a little break,” he purrs against your neck, pulling at your blouse again.

Javier’s smirk widens, and he steps closer. His eyes darken as he takes you in, the swell of your breasts that Dave is putting on display for him, and the pleasure-drunk expression on your face.

His gaze is burning with hunger, his brow slightly furrowed, and God, he’s beautiful. “Is this really okay?” His fingers glide over the fabric that’s barely covering you, one eyebrow rising in question. You love the way he sounds, his voice wrapping around words softer than Dave’s does, his tone thick as honey with arousal.

“Yes,” you nod, enthusiastically, pulling your shoulders back to show yourself off. “Please, I want it.”

With a low groan, his fingers find your bare skin, cupping your tits, weighing them in his hands. “More,” you beg, your voice breathy and laced with desperation, and he chuckles. He pulls your breasts out of the cups, groping them, watching as the flesh spills through his fingers. His thumbs start stroking your nipples, which harden instantly under his ministrations. He starts scratching his fingernails over the sensitive tips, eliciting soft moans from you, until he gives them a sharp pinch that has you keening.

“Do that again,” Dave rasps from behind you, thrusting into you right to the hilt and holding himself there. “Made her clench so good.” His hand rubs up your back, almost soothingly, until he reaches your hair and gives your head a harsh tug. “She likes it when it hurts, don’t you, babe?”

“Yes, sir,” you mewl, feeling your walls tighten when Javier’s fingers torment your nipples again.

In front of you, you eye the growing bulge under the agent’s tight jeans, your mouth watering. He follows your line of sight, smugness dripping from his grin as he slowly starts undoing his pants.

His cock springs free, heavy and already leaking precum at the tip. You watch as if in trance, eyes trailing over the thick shaft and the dark hairs, the faint musk of him invading your senses. Nothing but want want want on your mind, you eagerly open your mouth, your tongue lapping at him as soon as he’s in reach. He tastes almost too good, only adding to the haze in your brain.

He groans when you start sucking him, hollowing your cheeks and trying to fit as much of him as possible in your mouth. His hand sinks into your hair, holding your head steady, your lips stretched wide around his girth. You moan around him every time Dave thrusts into you particularly hard, jostling you between them, until Dave’s hand connects with your ass once more.

“You can do better than that,” he snarls, shoving your whole body forward when he pistons into you again. Javier’s cock hits the back of your throat and you gag, but you’re determined to make him feel good, to suck harder, just like Dave ordered you to.

You can’t see, your eyes blurry with tears and every coherent thought gone from your brain, but Javier must’ve had some kind of reaction, because you hear Dave say, “Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’s into this shit.”

You try to nod in response and they both laugh. “I can tell,” Javier moans, sinking even deeper.

Slowly, you’re becoming overwhelmed, disoriented, your head dizzy with all the sensations. Your mouth filled to the brim, Dave slamming into you again and again, your nipples rubbing against the table and adding to the buzzing that’s overtaking your whole body. Feeling you growing tighter, Dave lands one more spank on your ass, and it’s like all your nerve endings light up at once.

You don’t know where you end and they begin, only endless waves of pleasure running through you, propelling you higher and higher. You’re screaming around Javier’s cock, no concern about who might hear, only more more more.

He gets more comfortable by the second, holding your head in a tight grip now and fucking into your mouth. You’re growing limp, your body spent, but you keep sucking obediently. All you know is pleasure and the need to give it to them, your mind far away from any other thoughts. With a grunt, he presses against the back of your head and comes deep down your throat, his cock pulsing against your tongue. You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste as best as you can, until he steps back, catching his breath.

Your face is a wet mess of tears and drool when Dave pulls back as well. The sudden unexpected movement and the loss of him make you wince, looking back at him in surprise.

“Didn’t give you permission to come, did I?!” he snarls, grabbing at your shoulder until you’re upright, pressed against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you try, your voice hoarse from the throatfucking you just endured. “It was all too much—”

“You’re not sorry,” he coos sweetly, kissing your cheek, “but you will be.”

Dave maneuvers you up onto the desk, pushing your skirt up entirely and finally pulling your panties down your legs. Javier’s hands are on you instantly, holding you up and roaming over your skin, while Dave goes to rummage through his bag.

“Sit tight baby, I got a treat for you.”

You lean into the solid chest behind you, Javier’s skin hot against yours. One arm wraps around your front, pulling you closer. His fingers dip down to circle your nipple agonizingly slow. The table’s edge digs into your thighs where you’re seated against it, but you barely feel it.

You squirm against him, earning you a breathy chuckle against the crook of your neck. His other hand finds your inner thigh, pulling your legs apart. Baring you, presenting you to the man in front of you.

Dave’s jaw is clenched, fire burning in his dark eyes as he takes you in. Slowly stepping closer, gaze locked on where you’re dripping for the both of them.

“Insatiable little thing. Two cocks and you still need more, huh?”

You nod, not even sure what you’re agreeing to. But if Dave teases who about more, you want it. No question.

His cock is still hard and leaking, taunting you, feeding the needy ache inside of you. Instead, when he shows his hands, he’s carrying the gun that’s part of his daily equipment. Your eyes widen, your jaw falling open. He had teased you about this before, laughed at how wet you had gotten at the prospect. But now?

He steps closer, caressing your cheek, achingly gentle. “Are you scared, baby?”

“A little,” you admit, nodding, your voice timid.

His voice loses the teasing lilt, his hand cupping your face tenderly. “Do you wanna stop?”

You think it over, just like he taught you to. Searching what you want, not what you think he wants to hear. “No,” you decide. You give him a conspiratory little smile, one that grows with the spark it ignites in his eyes. “It’s exciting.”

“Good girl.” A biting slap makes your head fly to the side, all tenderness drained from his demeanor in an instant.

Javier’s hand holds your chin, turns your head forward again. You feel his hot breath against your neck, his teeth scraping against the skin. The fingers of his other hand are still tormenting your nipples, tugging and pinching, until it takes everything inside you not to squirm. Your arousal keeps flowing from your pussy, coating your thighs and probably collecting on the surface beneath you.

Dave comes closer, his fingers curled around the weapon in his hand. Your breath hitches when it connects with your skin. He draws a trail, from your belly up to your breasts, circling one nipple and nudging it with the unforgiving steel. You jerk in Javier’s hold, already too pent up to sit still again.

Tutting at you, Dave follows the trail down again, tapping the gun against your inner thigh, making you spread your legs even wider. He slides it through your wetness, your thighs quivering at every contact.

“Big stretch, baby.”

The grin on Dave’s face is lethal, all sharp teeth and bite. The cold metal nudges at your opening, the unfamiliar shape not slipping in as easily as his cock did.

Finally, your walls part for him, letting the gun sink inside, stretching you uncomfortably wide. He starts moving it, slower than he fucked you before, but still rough enough to have your breaths come unsteadily, laced with moans somewhere between pain and pleasure. His own hand moves over his cock, stroking in rhythm with the thrusts.

The gun’s edges are sharp, the shape hard and unyielding, forcing its way inside you over and over. Still, your blood is thrumming in your veins, the sensations from your cunt and from Javier’s hands on your nipples swirling together into a heady mix, threatening to shatter you.

Javier starts sucking at your neck while palming your tits, his nails digging into the sensitive flesh. Dave’s eyes are glued to where his gun keeps sliding into your pussy, messy and glistening with the juices of your arousal. A cruel fascination is written over his features.

“Fucking slut, you’ll really take anything up there, huh?”

You can only nod, holding on to the last bits of yourself before pleasure will swallow you whole.

“Can I— please sir, can I come?” you manage to choke out, not sure if you could stop if he says no.

“Go ahead,” he growls, giving the gun a particularly rough thrust that sends you flying to your high. Your mouth falls open, your whole body soaring with the intensity.

Dave’s eyes roll back at the sight, and with a few more strokes, he follows you over the edge. He comes all over your spent pussy, your spread legs, his cum mixing with your wetness. His body slumps forward, his arms on either side of you, his head falling against your sternum. Holding him there, you lean back against Javier, all three of you breathing heavily, but satisfaction radiating from you.

Finally, you untangle from each other. Both men help you off the table, all soft, supporting touches now. There’s a mess where your open thighs have been. Smirking, you lean down to connect some of it on your tongue.

Javier is already half hard again, watching you with hooded eyes. You step up to him, pulling him in for a kiss. You let him taste the combination of Dave and you, delighted when he moans into your mouth and his hands tighten on your hip.

“You know where we’re staying, right?” you ask, giving him a wink. “We have no plans this evening.”

thank you so much for reading!! <3 i feel kinda silly and needy writing this, but i feel like the interaction with fanfics has gotten worse again, so please: if you enjoyed this, it would absolutely make my day if you told me. it really means so much and keeps fanfic writers going. i dreamed this up for myself, but putting it into (i hope) somewhat decent writing because i thought others might enjoy it too takes a lot of time and effort and it's really fucking nice to get some acknowledgment for that.

#oh my goddd i’m obsessed w this pairing #dave is so stern & condescending i’m melting #can they pls visit me in my dreams tn 🕯️🤍#dave york fic #javi p fic

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