Hello beautiful people! Just a little filthy nasty one-shot for you! (tw for you girlies that can't stand even HEARING the name Jake, he's mentioned, but I think you'll still like the result). Enjoy at your own risk ;)

One of her favorite things about Fitz is how spontaneous he is. How fearless, how unafraid he is to do the things that she usually cowers from, especially in bed. Before Fitz, she had never ventured too far outside of vanilla. Sure, she was able to come, and it would be fine with these other men, but until she met him, she had no clue just what she was missing out on.

The toe-curling, thigh-shaking, mind-numbing orgasms. The getting wet in the middle of the day for no reason. The let's try something new that always blows her mind. The sex. The kinks.

Now, she doesn't think she could live without it. So, when it's four in the afternoon, and they've snuck away to the Residence, and his head is between her thighs, and he's eating her out like it's his last meal, it just feels right. He laps at her core, humming and flicking his tongue, changing the angle, making her switch from moans and groans to gasps and shrieks and back again.

As soon as they had walked into the room, Fitz had stripped her nude, every article of her clothing hitting the floor before he tossed her on the bed and demanded she open her legs for him. He didn't bother to take a single item off himself, only managing to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt so that the heat of her body and his wasn't overwhelming.

Her head was spinning from that very first lick, and now, as her hips buck up toward his face, and she realizes that he intends to stay dressed through this–that he just wants to get her off before heading back to work…a midday snack, some might say… She's fucked.

Once more, her hips buck into his mouth, his nose bumping her clit when all of the sudden, she hears her phone begin to ring.

"Leave it–" Fitz growls between her legs, looking up at her and knowing exactly what she's going to do next. And, of course, she does what he expects–pulls his head away, rolls off the bed, and saunters across the room.

He groans in both frustration and complete lust, watching her cute little butt wiggle as she walks away from him. Bending down, she fishes the phone from the pocket of her discarded trousers and stiffens at the caller ID displaying across the screen. Immediately, she wishes she would have listened to him for once.

"Who is it, Liv?" He asks, a mix of curiosity at her reaction and mild annoyance at her delaying his afternoon delight.

"It's–uh…" She stalls, intentionally trying to delay, trying to let the call go to voicemail.

"Oh… it's…him. I see…" As he stands up from his place beside the bed, he begins to stalk toward her, slowly, like a predator canvasing his prey.

"Yeah…he doesn't know that I'm–"

"-answer it." He cuts her off, and his eyes slice like daggers into hers, the fiery heat of their jealousy palpable.

She balks as his gaze wanders across her bare chest before returning to the phone in her hand.

"C'mon…you got up to answer it…so, answer the phone, Livvie." Towering over her, his hand comes to grip hers where her phone rests, pressing the green button and lifting it to her ear, scanning her face for any sign of outright distress.

There is none.

"Jake–" Liv begins listening to the man over the phone, watching Fitz expectantly as his palms grasp her hips and begin to guide her back to the bed. "Yeah–I have Quinn covering it–no, you can't just–"

The backs of her thighs hit the mattress, and instantly she's pushed backwards. His lips cascade kisses down to her breasts, taking her left nipple between his teeth and tugging briefly before releasing and continuing down her belly and across her hips.

Her eyes bore into his, trying to send him some kind of telepathic threat, but she's not really fighting the idea because her thighs open automatically, and her free hand enthusiastically guides Fitz back to his task. He starts at the top–kissing across her mound, drawing figures on her clit, delivering firm and then light pressure.

"No, I'm telling you, Jake, David's not going to–" She stops abruptly when Fitz sucks hard, one quick pulse that makes her gasp. Trying to regain her composure, she continues. "He's not going to like that…"

Returning to his light, teasing touches, he listens eagerly while they bicker back and forth, loving making eye contact with her and watching the shades of exasperation, pleasure, and frustration shine across her face. Then, Fitz is deliberately wicked, doing all of the things that drive her crazy–licking her from bottom to top in one go, dipping his tongue inside her, trailing his tongue down her folds, down her slit, down past her entrance until he's almost…

Her belly clenches, and she can't control it, crying out one loud, obviously pleasure-filled whine.

Everything goes still.

He can't hear the other end of the phone call, but he assumes it's quiet as well, everyone waiting for what comes next. Fitz is the first to speak up, talking loud enough in hopes that the other man can hear him through the phone. "Don't be shy now, sweetheart…"

Liv flashes him a look. "I–" Then, she's responding, murmuring apologetically into her phone. "No, I'm sorry, we were just…Jake, you were the one that called…"

In the next breath, Fitz retreats, standing up and beginning to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. Something else is on the afternoon menu now. "Put him on speaker…" When his chest is bare, he kicks off his shoes and socks and crawls over her naked body, helping her with the request. The other line of the phone is silent as Fitz taunts. "We were just in the middle of something, and you interrupted."

"Fitz, c'mon… I was the one who answered, let's just…" She tries to plead with him, to just let her hang up the phone and get on with her orgasm.

"Hm, well, he obviously needed your attention… Give it to him. Tell him all about what we've been doing…" He grins sneakily down at her, and her hips undulate on their own at the tone of his voice.

"I don't need to hear about you having sex with another man, Olivia. Goodbye…"

And just as she assumes he is moving to cancel the call, Olivia does something unexpected. Something that, thinking back on it, she's not sure why she did.

"Wait–Jake…"

"Yes?" He answers, his voice cautious through the phone, surely expecting some kind of apology or explanation for their debauchery.

"Don't hang up?" She poses it as a question, though really, it's a command. This is new, but something about the dichotomy of having these two men worshiping at the altar of her body—one here and the other afar—sounds thrilling. The jealousy and passion thrumming through Fitz's fingertips make her nerve endings stand up, electrified.

"Why?"

"I—because I…"

"You want me to listen to him go down on you? You sucking him off? Him fucking you? Sorry Liv, but no thanks…"

"Please…please. I don't want you to just listen…I–" She pushes, considering the implications of her request. "I wanna hear you too…" She begs into the phone, but her eyes are only fixed on Fitz, who is pecking kisses along her inner thighs and smiling heatedly up at her.

"You want to hear from him? I want to hear from you, Livvie… Tell him where you are right now, what you look like in my bed…"

It would make sense for Jake to hang up, to call it quits, but for whatever reason, he doesn't. He remains on the phone, reserved but willing, obviously allowing the pleasure she ignites in him to be enough. He, of course, wishes that he could be the one between her legs but he's willing to settle. To allow her voice and the fantasy of himself getting her off to be enough, even if it's not a reality.

"I'm…on the bed…" She starts timidly. "On my back with my legs apart…"

"What else, baby?" Fitz presses, taking the phone from her hand and resting it against her chest, between her breasts, and the weight of it against her skin reminds her what they are doing and drives her insane.

"I'm…um…I'm naked," she almost whispers though there's no reason to—both of these men can hear her easily.

"Hmm, that's right you are," Fitz hums appreciatively. "So beautiful. She's beautiful, right Jake?"

The tone of his voice is taunting, and whether he picks up on it through the phone or not, Jake chooses not to call him out on it. He just hums and replies. "Of course, so gorgeous, Liv… Wish I could see you…"

"Why don't you touch your tits, pretty girl? Tell him how it feels…"

And with his request, he stands back up, unbuckling his belt and kicking off his dress pants and boxers. Taking his cock in his hand, he begins to stroke himself leisurely while his eyes drink her in. Then, her fingers finally set about pinching and rolling her nipples gently.

"Oh–it's… it feels so good."

Just when she readies herself to repeat her movement, Fitz abruptly cages her in, knocking her hands out of the way and sucking her right nipple into his mouth. She whines as he repeats his movements over and over, only pausing to gesture to the phone and insist, "Go on. He wants to know what's happening…"

"I can hear it… Is he on your breasts? Fuck, Liv…"

Olivia can hardly breathe between the onslaught of Fitz's mouth and knowing that Jake can hear them. It feels dirty and wrong and somehow perfect. She imagines him finding somewhere quiet, sneaking away to engage in his own debauchery–opening his zipper, closing his eyes, listening to her moans, and stroking himself.

"So good, baby… You are so good for me," Fitz praises, seemingly turned on by this game just as much as she is. "Tell me what you want."

If she could hardly breathe before, it feels impossible to speak now as Fitz's touch leaves her breasts and trails back down her body, settling between her legs once again and blowing a thin stream of cool air against her cunt. With a shaky breath she attempts, "I want you–"

"I know that, love, but I want you to be more specific. Let him know what you want."

"I want you inside me, please–Fitz."

It's not often that they let themselves be loud, for the sake of being loud. For the sake of another person, another man, listening in. But today, they revel in it.

Fitz accentuates all of their sounds as he crawls over her body and guides himself into her cunt. He sucks at her skin noisily. He thrusts purposefully, their skin slapping and wetness squelching between her thighs. He stays deep, rocking intentionally, the way he does when he wants her to moan embarrassingly loud.

The phone slides off her chest pretty quickly once he's inside of her, landing on the bed beside them. Their minds drift away from the man on the phone, just as the phone physically drifts away from them. Of course, the call is still on, and there's still someone listening to them, but hearing Jake is not really what's turning her on, despite her previously telling him so.

Instead, it's the idea that he's listening to them. This other man that she sometimes fucks is listening to her fuck the man she's in love with, and it's mean and horrible and so fucking sexy and powerful. She doesn't always like to feel dominant in bed, especially not with Fitz, but this kind of melding of power—submitting to Fitz while showing her control over Jake—feels filthy and perfect.

Fitz's intentions on the other hand couldn't have been more clear—he's always been possessive of her, loving every opportunity he has to show off that he's the one she loves. Despite all of his flaws and shortcomings, he's the one that she still comes back to. And now, he can make his competitor hear how different it is. Hear how different the sounds that she makes are when she's not just fucking, but making love, as cheesy as it sounds.

And while Fitz loves being on top of her and feeling every inch of her body pressed against his, he wants to make her helpless this afternoon—so that he can pull every one of those delicious, pitiful sounds from her. So, he flips her over onto her belly and enters her again, the sound of his hand landing on her ass and her subsequent moan at the spank clearly audible.

"That's it–fuck–up on your knees, baby…" Fitz instructs, using his grip on her hips to help her lift her ass into the air. "So gorgeous like this…oh–shit…yeah, fuck yourself back on me like that. So good…"

She's practically riding him while still being physically beneath him, taking his length in long, smooth strokes, letting him pant while he watches her cunt consume him. They are shaky in the best way because hearing someone else pant while listening to them fuck… it's intoxicating.

On top of it all, she can tell that Fitz is being louder, talking to her more, flaunting everything that he's doing to her and everything that she's doing to him.

Liv circles her hips back again, her breath catching on a gasp when he hits a particularly delectable spot inside of her, and the sound galvanizes him. He wraps his fingers around her tiny waist, tight enough to still her movements, and begins fucking her earnestly again, his heavy balls making the most obscene sound as they clap against her clit with every thrust.

His hips move fast, letting her climb higher and higher with each stroke. She looks so exquisite like this beneath him, and though the mood isn't always right for it, today he knows that it is. So, in between his thrusts, he glides his left hand over, across her back, until it settles atop her sacrum.

As soon as his hand rests there, she knows it's happening. Then, she hears him.

He spits and lets the saliva trickle down her cleft, following it with his thumb to spread it around and wet her tight, puckered hole. With one whimpered cry of bliss, he takes it as confirmation of what he already knows—she wants it badly. So, he pushes his finger inside of her, and his cock resumes its pace.

There aren't many things that make her come apart like when he plays with her butt, so she hardly even registers his voice as he starts to talk to her again.

"Mmm, fuck, so good, so perfect… I bet—shit—I bet he's never gotten to do this to you, huh? You've never let him—fuck—touch you here. Just me, right? You just like my thumb in your little ass, right baby?"

She's been on edge from his mouth and his hands and his cock that all of the sudden, it's just too much. The words barely form along her lips before her pitch and volume escalate, crying out as she grips the silky sheets by her face in both fists, riding out her orgasm in a series of swears and shuttering hips.

The whole time, he's attentive, telling her how beautiful she looks, how good she is for coming on his cock like that, how perfect, how tight she feels. He tells her how he wants to roll her back on her back and put her thighs against her chest, but before he can make good on that promise, she slips forward, sliding his cock and finger out of her with a wet pop.

And then, she's in his arms with hers wrapped around his neck, kissing him fervently as she maneuvers him off the bed to stand. Her tongue brushes against his as they stand together, and when her hand wraps around his erection, he groans.

The sound cements her plan, and in the next moment, she's on her knees, staring up at him.

There's something that she loves about being on her knees. Maybe it's the physical act of submissiveness. Maybe it's her oral fixation. Maybe it's because she can take in all her favorite features about this man at once—his perfect dick, the sweat gleaming off his firm abdomen, his cocky smile as he watches her.

She takes him into her mouth, slowly at first, her lips closing around the tip and sliding down a few inches. It should maybe make her repulsed when she tastes herself on him, but it doesn't. It makes her feel out of her mind—so turned on, so powerful, so possessive of him.

So, she sucks and slurps around his cock, doing the same as he had to try and make it as loud as possible. When he hits the back of her throat, she doesn't swallow in time with his thrust and the little gluck sound she makes has him seeing stars.

Fitz lets her get away with it for a few more seconds, but he's way too close for her to make that sound again, because if she does, he's going to come down her throat, and he doesn't want to do that.

"Fuck, get on the bed."

And with that, she virtually jumps back up on the California king and spreads her legs immediately.

What he does next is not exactly kind or fair, but he's already let this other man hear his girl come once tonight, he's not going to let him hear it again. Especially not when he intends to do it like this—with her nails clawing into his shoulder muscles, her thighs wrapped around his waist, her ankles crossed behind his back.

So, he grabs her phone, presses the little red button, and tosses it off the end of the bed to the carpet, now disconnected and silent. She hadn't realized how noisy the breathing over the phone had been until it's gone, and the only sounds filling the room now are their own.

Then, he's back inside of her, moving in an unhurried, passionate grind, and it's perfect. So perfect that they know they both can't last—so on edge from their own lewdness. Fitz kisses her lips, tangling their tongues together, barely able to take a full breath—too afraid of losing the feeling of her lips to do so. But then, he actually does need to breathe because she feels so good and so wet and hot and tight that he's panting. He pecks down her jaw to her neck where he can suck at the tender skin while thumbing her clit until she's shaking and coming around him once more.

And when she does, he can't help but follow her, groaning at the feeling of her fingers clutched in his hair as his cock pulses inside of her, cum painting her walls white with him.

They are sweaty and shaky and should probably feel a little guilty, but they don't. They can't. They are too good, too perfect together to feel anything but that when they are finished.

So, they spend precious minutes, kissing and caressing each other, until it's time to get cleaned up and go back to work.

Consequences be damned, she loves Fitz. She loves how fearless he is, how adventurous, how unafraid he is to do the things she would usually cower from. But today, maybe she was fearless too. Maybe she was the one to be adventurous and unafraid. Maybe he's rubbing off on her. Maybe she just loves him, and that love blinds her from all reality.

Whatever it is, when she buttons her trousers and slides her phone back to its rightful and more responsible place in her pocket, she grins and kisses him one more time before leaving the room to head back to her office, satisfied and a little too proud of herself.

AN: lol oops! But I mean, do you all expect anything less from me these days? As long as you all enjoy the smut, I will keep writing it! As always, let me know what you thought of this one shot! Do you like the vindictive inclusion of Jake? Do you just hate when he's mentioned at all? What are the vibes there?

Also, I've been thinking about making a dedicated twitter to interact with everyone/ post about updates/ etc. Should I do that or am I just being self-indulgent? Okay let me know! xx