i swear, i thought it was the end, and then Ultahit drew more smut and i couldn't help myself.
I'm writing this at school, so IT guy, if you're seeing this, enjoy the show
Also, this become a much bigger endeavor than I anticipated it to be.
Regret
Aleksandra would go as far to call this feeling slowly eating away at her sanity 'regret'.
She bites the inside of her cheek at the sound of footsteps outside the closet door, Fareeha's hand pressing tighter against her lips. Her heavy breaths whistle through her nose, it is the only sound other than the soft rustling of their clothes in the dimly lit room. Aleks squeezes her eyes shut, choking back a groan; Fareeha's fingers relentless in their agonizingly slow thrusts.
"You had to know this was coming."
And she did, a part of Aleks' mind would warn her every time she would snap another picture and send it over to Fareeha. Pictures of her alone at the gym, shirt bunched up to show off her abs and chest in just a sports bra, of her in the bathtub with an absurd amount of bubbles, a cheeky photo of her wearing the underwear that Fareeha loved so much.
Yes, she knew this was coming, but she was so much of a smug bastard at the time to care. But now, pinned against the wall with a hand clamped around her mouth and another stuffed down her pants, she was definitely starting to regret teasing the woman while Fareeha was away on an assignment.
Her mistake came when she felt bold enough to include Angela on the usual send list of one, who, by accounts of Fareeha, took the unexpected pictures a lot less gracefully; muttering an flimsy excuse and immediately leaving the briefing room red faced.
Aleks bites her tongue hard enough to taste copper, another finger slipping into her making three. The angle is odd, not right enough to bring her past the halfway point, but the situation itself is enough to supplement the steady trickle of arousal that soaks Fareeha's hand.
A supply closet, across the hall of a briefing room where Angela was just meters away in a meeting with Winston and Lena. Soldiers outside milling about every so often, the door unlocked, anyone could walk in and catch them.
She moans deep in her chest, holding onto the small of Fareeha's back for support.
Not allowed to come until Angela is finished with her meeting that started 20 minutes ago.
And so Aleks holds on for dear life, latching onto Fareeha's eyes gleaming in the darkness with mirth and sadism. Retribution for her actions and boy does Aleks loves to be punished. The hand at her mouth peels away, the fingers bullying their way past her lips and knocking against her clenched teeth.
"Open." She is too wound up to put up a fight, already having it beat out of her in the first ten minutes the they spent kissing. A whole month that Angela and Fareeha had left the base to go to London. A long, lonely month that Zarya spent nights at the gym working out her sexual frustration.
The moment her teeth part, two fingers slide in, pressing her tongue to the floor of her mouth. A groan spills out of instinct, sending a bolt of fear down her spine. Fareeha's fingers press deeper in, her thumb gripping tight onto the bottom of her chin. Ragged breaths are taken through her now open mouth as she struggles not to clamp down on the invading digits. The ones in her slit pump faster, bringing her closer to a climax she knows Fareeha will not allow her to have.
"Wider." Aleks groans at the command, her jaw beginning to ache from being held open.
Suddenly, there a pair outside the door, voices that neither of them recognize. Their footsteps stop right outside as their indecipherable chatter continues.
Aleks' heart goes into overdrive, both at the sound and the wicked grin spreading on Fareeha's face. She comes in close, whispering against Aleks' cheek as her fingers in her pants quicken.
"Keep quiet."
She clenches her hand into a tight fist against the wall, the other digging into Fareeha's back. Aleks' eyes go wide, the fingers in her mouth beginning to slide in and out, at times tickling the back of her throat.
" Ah. " Aleks gags once, the fingers thrusting back far enough to kick in the reflex with no time to prepare. In a flash, they extract themselves, returning to clamping tight over her lips.
The conversation outside pauses, as if listening for something. They could surely hear the deafening pounding of Aleks' heart and the lewd noises of Fareeha's fingers still pumping in and out and fuck
Intoxicating fear chokes Aleks' mind. She thrusts her hips, desperately grinding her clit against Fareeha's open palm. So close, so close, she couldn't care less if whoever was outside walked in on them now. Wound so tight, she just needed to fucking come.
"Aleks." Fareeha growls the warning low, her hand pressing Aleks hard into the wall, forcing her to stay still with the fingers buried deep in her, unmoving.
An stock still she stays, obey and be rewarded, she knows this. She's so out of practice but she'll try her best to stem the desperate call of release. Instead, Aleks focuses on Fareeha's body pressed flush against hers, how the shifting of the woman's muscles feels against her, even through the fabric of their clothes. Fareeha's smell that she missed so much. The thought of finally spending time with her and Angela.
It works long enough for the conversation to pick back up outside, retreating footsteps and silence once more.
"So desperate." Another surge of arousal at the humiliation, there was something so electrifying to be under the control of the woman who came the closest to matching her physically. On some nights, she would purposely lose during their sparring match just to feel Fareeha pin her to the padded floor with a triumphant smirk on her face.
She hoped that tonight would be one of those nights.
An inappropriately cheerful chime rings out from Fareeha's back pocket. Aleks lets out a sigh of both relief and disappointment as Fareeha pulls away. She keep eye contact with Aleks as she wipes her hands dry onto Aleks' shirt.
The bright screen illuminates the small closet, a message from Angela that sets Aleks' nerves alight with anticipation.
"My quarters in ten minutes, I do hope neither of you have plans for the rest of the night.
"Do not disturb unless emergency. For all other concerns, see Doctor Gubler, Medical Ward D4"
Both Aleksandra and Fareeha crack a grin at the small holodisk message at the front desk of the med-bay. While everyone else thought the occasional sign meant Angela was taking a night for herself, they knew better, much better.
"Hello, Angela. It's us." Fareeha presses the com button next to the door, waiting for an answer.
"Excellent, enter." With a glance back to Aleks, Fareeha pushes the steel door open, the warm lights of Angela's attached quarters flooding into the empty med-bay, the door shutting and locking behind them.
From across the room is Angela seated in her usual chair, dressed in black lace lingerie and legs crossed. She tilts her chin high, motioning for Fareeha to come over, not even sparing Aleks a glance.
Anxiousness swells in Aleks' gut, she knows this side of Angela; the last time being when Fareeha refused to tell Angela about a rib she broke during a mission and ended up collapsing during one of their nights. She got healed alright, not without consequences. While Aleks had never been on the receiving end of Angela's smoldering wrath, Fareeha had been enough for her to get a good idea of what was to come.
Aleks presses her thighs together, still half aroused from their session in the supply closet.
"Greetings." Angela smiles up at Fareeha, tilting up and welcoming her with a warm kiss that doesn't fail to send a pang of envy through Aleks.
But she knows better than to disobey at a time like this.
The kiss deepens, Angela quickly tugging off Fareeha's shirt and peppering her abs with open mouthed kisses. Fareeha moans softly, running her fingers loosely through Angela's hair. Still, neither of them acknowledge Aleks' presence. It takes a lot for Aleks not to shove her hand down her pants to answer the throb of her sex watching the two women she loved the most like this.
So she stands there, feeling slightly awkward, mostly uncomfortably flustered, and definitely oh so turned on.
"On your knees." Aleks' heart leaps, thinking that she'll finally get to participate, but Angela isn't looking at her, instead she's gently guiding Fareeha to the foot of the chair.
She clenches her hands at her sides, desperately wishing she was in Fareeha's place right now, kissing her way up Angela's tantalizing legs, receiving soft words of praise. Aleks looks down for a moment, the sight making her go mad with lust.
"Don't you dare stop watching, dear." Her head snaps up, a mixture of fear and relief for finally being spoken to, albeit for fucking up.
"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am." The flush of shame comes over Aleks; already so deep. Messing with Fareeha was one thing, but Angela just had this air around her that made even the slightest mistake worthy of feverish apologies.
However, there is no 'good girl' after the prompt response and Aleks' heart drops just a hair.
This was obviously all planned out without Aleksandra's knowledge, a fact that serves to make her even hornier. What else did they have in store for her, just what sort of punishment did she get herself into. Aleks squirms in her spot, bound only by Angela's words as she tries to focus on the scene before her.
Fareeha nips along the insides of Angela's legs, helping her ease them onto her shoulders. Her eyes are locked with Angela's; confident and eager. She brings her nose to Angela's clothed sex, nudging it first before wrapping her lips around it. Even through the fabric, she can feel the dampness trapped behind the panties.
With broad strokes she licks firmly, tasting only cotton but receiving a sigh of pleasure above her. A few more and the fabric is soaked on both sides.
"Push them aside, I want to feel you." Fareeha is all too happy to comply, tugging the panties aside and repeating the pattern. Wide strokes that lap up the sweetness she finds, some playful swirling and dips before sealing her lips around Angela's throbbing clit.
Angela groans, pulling Fareeha closer by the heels of her feet and the grip on her hair. Her head tilts back, golden hair spilling behind her like a waterfall. From her mouth spills forth a gentle stream of 'yes, right there.' and 'good girl, good girl'.
Fareeha draws circles around her clit with her tongue, easing two fingers into her dripping slit. She lets out a low moan of her own at the feeling of Angela's walls pulling her in; impossibly hot and slick with arousal. The grip on her head tightens with a sharp cry when she curls the up and beings a steady pace pumping them in and out.
Angela's blue eyes are narrow staring down at Fareeha. Her mouth open to allow shallow pants of air and half-formed words. Fareeha can feel Angela clenching tighter, her moans growing high and higher.
"I-I'm going to come." Angela manages out, still watching intently as Fareeha sucks hard on her bud one last time, bringing soaring over the edge.
And finally, after a few moments to catch her breath, Angela's piercing eyes lock onto Aleks'. The look itself is enough to make her muscles lock up and Aleks very very aware of the ache between her legs. The gaze only lasts a second before Angela is helping Fareeha up, kissing away the mess left on her chin.
"Thank you." She murmurs against Fareeha's lips.
"My pleasure." Fareeha give her a small smile, kissing her back.
"Did you enjoy the show, Aleksandra?"
"Yes, ma'am." Aleks' spine straightens like a steel rod, heart pounding and body begging to be touched. She doesn't miss the look of smug amusement on Fareeha's face; a look she would wear whenever Fareeha would be the one in trouble.
"Come over here." Her limbs jerk forward in response to the order, normally smooth movement replaced with hurried steps that rub her thighs together and sends her mind deeper into a churning pit of desire. "Undress yourself from the waist up."
Her shirt is tossed onto the bed along with her bra and Aleks is left topless standing front of Angela who takes her sweet time dragging her eyes over Aleks' chiseled physique. She flexes with needing the command to, knowing exactly what Angela is looking for. A risk, yes, to act without an order, but she's rewarded with a hum of approval from Angela.
"On your knees, hands by your side, facing Fareeha." She complies, knees on the soft carpet, feeling a bit better about her luck. Perhaps that was the punishment; simply watch them without partaking, it would make sense considering her offense.
Immediately, Angela's hands are stroking across her back, kneading her muscles harshly but it's not a treatment Aleks is unaccustomed to. The hands find a knot that had been bothering for days now and she braces herself for the pressure to come.
"Remember to breathe."
Aleks sucks a breath in.
Her shoulder erupts with blinding pain and she struggles to keep still as Angela's surprisingly strong hands work at the knot without mercy. A hand under her chin drags her face up, eyes struggling to stay open. Fareeha watches her intently as she stifles back sobs of pain.
"Breathe, Aleks." Fareeha reminds her, noticing a long pause between her sounds.
Soon, the knot is gone, replaced by a dull, pleasant throb.
Aleks unleashes a low groan, sagging slightly into Fareeha's hand.
Angela continues to examine Aleks back, finding knot after knot; evidence of her pushing herself too far at the gym while they were gone. With every one that she finds comes the reminder to breathe followed by searing pain and an ache in both her back and her crotch. By the end of it, Aleks head is only being held up by Fareeha's hand and her body is enveloped by a buzz of satisfaction.
"How you feeling?" Angela asks, placing a soft kisses onto the back of Aleks' neck.
"Very good, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." she feels so at ease between the two, taken care of, for a moment she forget just what brought her here in the first place.
"You've missed us while we were gone, haven't you." Nail scratch the small hairs at the base of Aleks' skull, more waves of pleasure of warmth spreading through her body.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Why don't you show Fareeha how much you've missed her." Aleks cracks her eyes up, suddenly aware and eager. Fareeha always brought out the rowdy side of her, even better to tease her with her affinity for physical control.
She's about to bring her hands up to pull down Fareeha's shorts when the hand at her chin buries itself into her hair and harshly snaps her backwards. Aleks bites back a yelp of surprise, a new fire burning in her eyes to make Fareeha work for it.
"No hands, use your mouth." Predictable, the smudge of annoyance in Fareeha's voice is enough to quirk up the corner of Aleks' lips.
The hand guides her face foward to the waistband of Fareeha's basketball shorts, Aleks' own hands clasped tight behind her back. With her teeth, Aleks grips a mouthful of the jersey material as well as the underwear beneath, alternating between either side until they're just above her knees. Fareeha releases her grip for Aleks to finish lowering them far enough for her to step out.
Aleks twitches forward at a sudden weight settling between her shoulder blades. A quick glance back and she is greeted with Angela leaning back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips and feet resting on Aleks' back.
A footstool, reduced to a footstool and, dear lord, another shot of molten arousal floods her gut.
"Focus, dear."
"Yes, ma'am. Sorry ma'am."
She can barely think, if this was a punishment then she would gladly keep misbehaving. Fareeha's hand pulls her gaze back up. Aleks' eyes flick down, noticing the trail already seeping from Fareeha's sex.
"Beg."
Aleks has half the mind to disobey, it's Fareeha after all. Her moment of hesitation earns her a sharp strike across the face. It's obviously been pulled back; she has felt the full force of the woman's fist and this was barely enough to leave a mark. But while it gets the message across, Aleks can't help the amusement bubbling up in her chest.
" Beg"
"Please," Her whole heart is not into it, not yet, not when it's so entertaining to see Fareeha pissed off. She relents, for the moment, relishing in the way the humiliation intertwines with her climbing arousal. "Please ma'am, I've missed your cunt so badly."
Fareeha brings her face centimeters away, holding her steady. For a moment, Aleks can't believe that she just said that. Judging by how wide Fareeha's pupils are and the heaving of her chest; it has definitely done something for Fareeha. For all they have done together, being at the mercy of Fareeha was still new territory for her.
"Again." Fareeha commands, slightly breathless.
"Please, ma'am, let me make you come. I want your taste on my tongue." No sooner had the words left her mouth does Fareeha shove her face into her waiting slit.
The smell is intoxicating, truly reminding Aleks of just what she has missed in the past month. She puts her tongue to work immediately, setting a feverish pace to rival the bruising grip Fareeha has on her head. Aleks slides her eyes closed, thankful that Fareeha doesn't care whether eye contact is made or not. She puts all her effort into her mouth, pushing past the ache rapidly setting into her jaw at the awkward angle.
She is reminded of Angela's feet when they shift, repositioning and sending another throb to her snatch. Used like this, nothing to pleasure herself with, just for them. New, thrilling and making Aleks more desperate than ever.
"Good girl."
Finally, words of praise that set her mind alight. Aleks glances up, Fareeha's head thrown back as she rides Alek's mouth. Her hips begins to buck harsher, falling out of rhythm with her movements as Aleks scrambles to keep up.
"Good girl, fuck, Aleks." Fareeha snarls and holds Aleks' head with both hands.
Her hips offer one, two, three more erratic jerks before her entire body snaps tight, trembling as Fareeha rides out the waves. Aleks' can only breath in the heady musk of of Fareeha as she it pressed tight against her sex. Gently, she lowers Fareeha down from her orgasm with light laps of her tongue.
Her head is finally released. Fareeha stumbles a step back, crouching down and pulling Aleks into a deep kiss. It's desperate and uncharastically needy that makes Aleks question the motive behind it.
"I've missed you." Fareeha whisper quietly, still slightly winded, her eyes and voice full of warmth.
"I've missed you too, the both of you." Aleks can't look back at Angela but she feels the feet lift off her back and Angela's hands and lips on her neck.
Now's not the time for the question on the tip of her tongue, so she files it away for later, especially with Fareeha's hands roaming lower and palming her breasts. Aleks groans, falling forward at the touch that she's been desperate for the entire night.
"On your arms on knees." Fareeha whispers into her ear, Aleks is too eager to play anymore games.
Finally, finally she'll get to come.
Fareeha makes quick work of pulling Alek's trousers off, finding that she has soaked through her boxers and into the navy blue canvas. A hand presses her into the carpet. It holds her steady as the other brushes along the length of her slit, picking up where they left off in the closet. Aleks is already so wet and needy, a high whine leaving her throat when Fareeha easily slips two fingers in.
There are no words spoken, just the firm pressure of the hand on her back and the ministrations of the one between her legs. The only sounds of the room are of Alek's ragged breathing the lew noises of Fareeha's fingers pumping in and out. Aleks glances at Angela, taking a small note of smug satisfaction at the sight of her watching and her own hand down her panties.
Aleks tries to lift her back up and buck her hips when a third finger enters but is pressed back down onto the floor. Groans of mild frustration just serve to make Fareeha push her down harder.
"Patience."
Aleks hates being patient.
But she does her best, watching Angela watch her, placing her hand on the back of head, pretending that it's Angela's fingers playing with the small hairs. Her eyes slide closed, the heel of Fareeha's hand digging into a sore spot in her back. The pain intensifies the coiling in her gut, quickly bringing her higher and higher.
Soon, teeth join in, nipping at the flesh right above her ass and then the ass cheeks themselves. She tries to squirm, again being met with Fareeha's unrelenting hold. Aleks' moans turn into whimpers, no longer able to hold eye contact, she presses her forehead into the carpet.
"Please." She whispers into the soft fibers, her hands clenching until her knuckles turn white.
"Louder." Fareeha hastens the pace, grinning and pressing her body flush against Alek's back. Aleks groans deeply at the new weight, thoroughly pinned to the floor as she desperately tries to keep up with the building pressure.
"Please, may I come, ma'am."
"You may."
This time, it only takes her asking once for Fareeha to grant permission. Body forced to hold still, fingers thrusting and thumb drawing tight circles around her clit. Aleks puts up a fight as she comes, taking great pleasure when Fareeha is able to keep her pinned down.
With a soft cry, she relents, collapsing onto the ground and happily riding out the orgasm coursing through her body. Gradually, the fingers slow, becoming two, then one, then a gentle tongue that lazily strokes along her lips.
Aleks chest heaves up and down, she hadn't realized how highly strung she was until finally being brought to an orgasm. She props herself onto her butt and elbows, smirking at the look of satisfaction on Angela's face; a clear sign that she had come a second time.
Angela stands up from her chair, extending a hand out to each of them and helping them to their feet. Warm arms are wrapped around Aleks, both from Angela and Fareeha.
Eventually, they make it onto the bed and under the covers, Aleks snuggled in between Fareeha and Angela. Not their usual arrangement; but again, Aleks isn't complaining.
"We had a close call on our assignment." Fareeha confesses after a quiet moment, hands stroking the back of Aleks neck.
Aleks' heart stops at the news, realizing that must've been the break in character earlier. She remains silent, not pressing for details, knowing what it's like, but pressing kisses into Fareeha's collarbone and cupping Angela's hand in hers.
"I am grateful that you two made it out alright."
Angela pulls herself tight against Aleks' back, peppering it with small kisses.
"We are too."
