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obliviouskara · 4 months ago

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Supergirl doesn’t huff. She doesn’t. She’s National City’s superhero, beloved and adorned. Has captivated the hearts of many, saving it tragedy after tragedy. Supergirl is indestructible, bullets bounce off of her, laser beams shoot out from her eyes. Her enemies tremble at the sight of her and yet here is she, huffing like a petulant child withheld her favorite candy all because Lena Luthor keeps ignoring her.

In Lena’s defense, she’s not ignoring ignoring her but she’s also like not giving her the time of day.

While all of National City’s — some would even argue including Metropolis, eyes are on her she can’t seem to capture a specific pair of exquisite emerald hues that belonged to a certain L-Corp CEO.

It doesn’t matter that she’s saved said tech genius multiple times now (not that she loves to dwell on the fact of just how many times she had to save her) but Supergirl always comes to her rescue. Always. Even more times than the media tabloids can count. So much so that there are rumors spreading, mostly from magazines wanting clickbait headlines. Headlines like how the resident superhero has been spotted carrying a certain CEO to safety way too many times.

People talk, tweet, whisper. Who wouldn’t? A Luthor and Super working together is a headline worthy to keep people talking. But no matter how hard Supergirl tries, nothing seems to be working. She can't catch her attention. At least not the kind of attention she secretly hopes to get out from her.

The CEO thanks Supergirl, as she always does. So polite yet begrudgingly reserved.

Supergirl earnestly tries to make sure to be her knight and shining amour and if from time to time she makes a show or flare about it, that’s her business. None of this garner any huge reaction from Lena though.

So, it makes her huff because she’s Supergirl. Although she would never admit it out loud, she does get a little thrill when people watch her in awe. She tries to hide the proud smirk when she successfully blows a house caught on fire with one breath. She doesn't even break a sweat.

If only Lena would look at her the same way.

But as fate might have it, the L-Corp CEO would simply give her a grateful smile and a practiced “thank you” and she’s off— goes on with her day as if she wasn’t just inches away from death.

Lena doesn’t bat an eye when the Kryptonian does her heroic stunts which some would argue is a bit over the top for someone who isn’t even of acquaintance to the CEO.

Supergirl’s touches are so soft, careful, reverent in such way when she rushes towards Lena’s safety like a scene straight out from a comic. This makes Sam, Lena’s friend and arguably only friend she allows to judge her to an extent— raise a few eyebrows.

So, the National City’s superhero pouts.

Pouting like a six-year told being told to go to bed earlier than she would have wanted. This inevitably pushes her to find ways to impress the green-eyed CEO who watches her with the most blank expression.

She’d even once sent her a wink when she punches a particular large alien straight to oblivion while staring directly at the CEO. Lena's reaction? Nothing. Didn't even crack a smile. She seemed almost unimpressed. Borderline bored. The only thing she receives is a smack in the head from Alex telling her to “stop being inappropriate while wearing the suit”.

Thankfully, Kara doesn’t have pout for long because while Lena barely gives Supergirl the time of day, she gets a completely 180 when she’s Kara Danvers.

For some reason, Lena smiles wider - brighter whenever she’s around the shy, fidgety, clumsy reporter. A CATCO reporter that Lena seems to be head over heels with.

Lena doesn’t even shy away showing how much she enjoys Kara’s company. It should embarrass Kara how much Lena unabashedly favors her in more ways than one but she’d be lying if she doesn’t admit how much she loves spending time with the her. The undivided attention is just a cherry on top.

While Lena barely makes conversation with the resident superhero, she has lunch dates with Kara. Movie dates. She filled her office with flowers as a thank you for the article she published describing about the new acquisition and owner of Luthor Corp now turned L-Corp even though Kara shyly explained that she was simply doing her job, all while the Kyrptonin simply gets a “that’s lucky” for saving her from almost plummeting to her death.

Kara doesn’t miss the slight change of expression on Lena’s face when the Supergirl nervously explained how she found out Lena was in danger.

Was that jealousy? That’s ridiculous! Why would Lena even care that Kara and Supergirl are friends?

But Kara, oblivious Kara only seem to see herself worthy of Lena Luthor when Kara is her alter ego. She feels more confident when she’s Supergirl than she is as Kara. She’s not really sure why. Probably because she feels she has more to offer compared to her reporter persona. Kara is just so…Kara. Simple. Flimsy. Boring.

Lena doesn’t deserve simple. How could someone be as amazing as Lena Luthor possibly find shy, nervous, boring reporter Kara Danvers interesting? She’s just being kind. That’s just how Lena is. Even though Lena literally bought a million-dollar company she knew absolutely nothing about all for Kara. An investment that left Sam completely speechless and Jess losing sleep for a week.

Kara convinces herself that Lena is just a good person and that’s one of the many things she loves about her best friend.

But it continues, and Lena falls for Kara even more. She falls for her perfect smiles the way her face lights up with each new random fact her brain comes up with, her silly jokes that Alex points out are not even that funny but Lena laughs the loudest if only to bring another smile on Kara’s face, their genuine conversations that has Lena opening parts of herself that she has never told anyone about maybe other than Sam and super platonic cuddling.

This makes Kara as Supergirl bolder. She becomes confident in expressing how she feels for Lena while she wears a cape. Lena isn’t the only one falling. So is Kara. Hard.

She falls for Lena’s genuine kindness; how smart Lena is and yet somehow, it’s like she doesn’t know how amazing she is. She falls for the CEO even when she’s wearing the suit that the lines between her and her superhero alter ego almost blurs. Almost.

So, she openly flirts without shame. For someone who’s supposed to be professional in her line of duty, she seems to make it a hobby to send a overtly flirty smile or wink towards the CEO. Supergirl lifts 10-ton trucks in front of Lena, intentionally flexing her biceps basically just to show off. To get the slightest reaction out of Lena but all she gets is a tight lip smile before Lena shoots Kara a text to have lunch.

And while Lena spends more time publicly with Kara, they barely get swarmed with paparazzi. I mean, who would find Lena having lunch with an unknown reporter interesting.? That’s not news worthy.

It’s not even gossip worthy.

But as soon as she’s standing close with Supergirl, their photos are front and center of every magazine cover.

It becomes a headline in a span of minutes, twitter loses their mind. They earn a little fan club even and Lena tries her best to ignore it.

Really, she does but it bothers her a little. Not for the reasons people might think. She finds every headline of her and Supergirl “dating” irritating if not annoying because that’s not exactly the blonde she wants her name to be associated with.

Sure, she and Kara are getting closer - Lena can feel it. A connection more than friends tethering their bond, an unspoken knowledge neither one of them brave enough to admit. Yet.

She ponders. Hopefully.

The nonstop rumors about her and Supergirl are starting to get on her nerves since last thing she wants is for Kara to get the wrong impression.

Lena considers what she and Kara have fragile. Delicate. Like the slightest turmoil would send it crashing. She can’t have that. Not if she can help it. She won’t allow rumors about her and a hero with an awful god complex ruin it.

She worries what Kara might think of her connection with Supergirl because there isn’t. It’s purely transactional. Business at best. They’re barely even friends.

She’s given the superhero the coldest shoulder she can whenever they’re in close proximity. It's probably not fair but she makes sure to keep a respectable distance between them. It doesn’t help however that the superhero seems to enjoy being close to her.

Hovering almost. It infuriates her even more.

So, she tries to hide it. It’s not the alien’s fault Lena has fallen for the reporter. It’s not Supergirl’s fault she has issues and is overprotective of her relationship with Kara.

Lena isn’t a fan however of the fact that Supergirl somehow is never shy to leave a comment of what she thinks about Lena. While Lena doubles her effort to make sure she doesn’t mention Supergirl in any of her interviews unless necessary, Supergirl is the complete total opposite.

She talks about Lena. A lot. Her projects, her advocacy (How did she even have the time to remember that? Lena’s only mentioned it once) and what she does for the community. It’s so hard to hate the superhero when she’s nothing but nice and supportive towards the scientist.

Almost like this unwavering and undying devotion which to her is a little dramatic since she doesn’t even think highly of herself at times.

Lena thinks, “Thanks but like, can you please just shut up about me for one second?!”

Apparently, Supergirl does and she praises Lena every chance she gets, every time a microphone is shoved towards her asking what she thinks of the L-Corp CEO.

Lena knows the media is doing it on purpose too and it’s fueling whatever rumors that are going on about them. And while she appreciates Superhero’s opinions and generous words, there is only one opinion that she really cares about.

She was mortified when she saw Kara staring at a photo of her with Supergirl, arms wrapped protective around her in one of the magazines on her desk (she’s sure Sam did it on purpose, she doesn’t remember ever getting a copy for herself), Lena immediately snatches it out from Kara’s hands, shoves it inside her drawer and starts rambling defensively preparing for a full-blown explanation to whatever possible questions were running through the reporter’s mind. Noticeably, Kara barely says a word.

Even as Kara stays silent, Lena still feels as though she needs to explain herself. She tells Kara nothing is going on, and she doesn’t see Supergirl that way at all. She shouldn’t be defensive when Kara has not made as much fuss about it but she can’t help it. Sweet, nice, understanding Kara Danvers just smiles and says “I don’t know. You two look good together”.

Now it’s Lena that freezes. She stands there, gob smacked and absolutely lost because what was that supposed to mean?

Does it bother her that Kara almost seemed okay with it? Does Kara think something is actually going on or she doesn’t think much of it? Did Lena expect a little bit jealousy? That’s insane and frankly quiet immature for her to hope to get a rise out of Kara. But Kara simply shrugged and started devouring their shared lunch.

It’s fine. Lena’s fine. She doesn’t care that Kara doesn’t care. This is good. This should be good. It doesn’t bother her at all. Or so she tells herself. Until it does.

Lena tried to casually prob the topic again. Tries her best to not sound too desperate. She thinks of the easiest way to brooch the topic without being conspicuous. With perfect timing, the TV flashes an image and it showed a picture of Supergirl clutching on Lena protectively from a blast, another poor attempt on her life.

Whether it’s because of Supergirl’s overprotectiveness or just her natural aura which was how the photo was taken, it came out beautiful. Stunning. Almost breath taking that you would think it was staged.

On top of that it’s also intimate. The way the superhero is holding her. Lena barely remembers being held by the super. She was too busy trying to not have a panic attack after just seconds away from an exploding bomb.

Lena held her breathe. Any minute now.

Lena had been glancing at Kara’s direction since the news started, waiting. The news anchor mentioned what everyone else was already thinking. How sweet they both look, that somehow, they manage to turn what supposedly should have been an image that would portray fear and anxiousness into something almost heartwarming. She waits, and waits until she breaks the silence herself.

“I can’t believe people actually assume I’m dating Supergirl.” Lena scoffs, forces a laugh as tries to be casual, as if her heart isn’t about to beat out of her chest wondering what Kara might be thinking.

“I wouldn’t blame them. You two make a great couple.”

Before Lena could even respond, Kara adds, “I mean, you and Supergirl? It’s Supergirl, Lena. Everyone wants her. Half of National City probably has a crush on her. I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” Kara finishes off, with a fond roll in her eyes as if to tell her it’s not a big deal. That it’s normal. She takes the remote out from Lena’s hands while she uses the other to shove popcorn in her mouth. Lena swears she could almost see a smirk forming Kara’s lips. As if she was smug about something.

But it wouldn’t make any sense. Also, why was Kara so fine with it? And why was Lena so annoyed that it didn’t bother Kara? They’ve been going out on dates but nothing about it were friendly. At least not to Lena. Was she reading things wrong? She knows she’s not.

Lena’s too smart to be reading into things. She has three PHDs for crying out loud. She can explain quantum physics in her sleep but this? Lena has never been so sure and so confused about something in her life.

It’s possible to assume what she has with Kara is simply friendship but it’s hard to deny that there’s something more. She feels it. In the way she lights up when Kara is around, when a single text from the reporter brightens up even her darkest days.Good morning and Good Night shouldn’t be causing butterflies to fly rampant in your stomach or make your chest ache with so much joy. But it does. It does for Kara.

“Not me though,” Lena finally says after finding her voice. She looks away, afraid that blue eyes can see beyond the facade she’s trying to keep up. “I don’t… I don’t see her that way.”

Kara pauses mid-way from ingulfing her popcorn. Lips purse as if she’s thinking hard about something. “Really?” Kara doesn’t even hide the surprise in her voice as she slowly turns to face Lena, popcorn temporarily forgotten. “Why not?” Why was Kara whining about this? Lena should be whining, not her.

“What do you mean, ‘Why not?’”

“I mean.. Why don’t you.. But she’s so.. — it’s Supergirl, Lena! She’s like the strongest woman ever! She’s a superhero and she’s so..” Kara blushes, as if trying to find the right words but also somehow struggling to let them out at the same time. This confuses Lena even more.

“She should totally be your type! She’s like everyone’s type!” Kara throws her hands trying to make a point.

Lena just stares at her. Unimpressed. Scrunching her nose, she turns her attention back to the screen changing the channel. “Well, she’s not.” The CEO deadpans and that was the end of it.

Lena tries to forget about that disaster of a movie night. She really does. She wills herself not to think about it. She tries pushing it at the back on her mind for two days until Lena reaches her limit.

She’s furious. How dare Kara Danvers just — push her away like she’s nothing. ‘She should be your type’ plays on her head nonstop almost mocking her and it makes her want to scream! How could someone be this —ugh.

That’s how Sam finds her. Pacing around her office like a mad woman on a mission rage written all over her face. She looks like a ticking time bomb just seconds from exploding.

“Looks like someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed this morning,” cautiously Sam approaches, like walking close to a wild animal. She makes sure to leave a respectable distance just in case.

“Unbelievable!” Lena starts her rant, her hands balled into a fist. “I can’t believe out of all people she thinks Supergirl is perfect for me.”

“I mean she’s not—”

“Samantha Arias, I swear to god not today.”

Sam immediately lifts both hands in surrender, taking another step back.

“Here I was worried sick of what she might think about these stupid rumors only to find out she obviously doesn’t care! The nerve! She thinks supergirl should totally be my type?! Supergirl?!”

Sam opens her mouth attempting to ask a question or two but seeing as Lena is close to throwing the nearest thing she could grab against the wall, she decided against it.

But the thing is, Kara Danvers does care. She probably cares more than anyone. Kara Danvers cares about Lena Luthor so much that it bothered the Kryptonian that Supergirl isn’t Lena’s type hence why she’s huffing again.

However, another incident, another threat to Lena’s life changes everything.

It was such a close call that it leaves them both breathless and the girl of steel shaking as she holds Lena close. Blue eyes scan each and every corner of Lena’s face making sure she’s okay. Making sure she’s real and nothing bad has happened. She made it on time. She's safe. Normally, Lena wouldn’t allow this much intimacy between them but after this attack she needed something to ground her a little.

“You’re okay. Thank Rao, you’re okay.” Lena doesn’t move, her feet appear to be rooted both by shock and fear while Supergirl continues to examine every inch of her face. “I was so scared I was going to lose you,” Supergirl whispers and Lena could hear the tremble in her voice.

Everything happened so fast that Lena was having trouble trying to process everything. The attempt on her life, how she was merrily inches away from death. She remembers the exact moment she came to terms with it. This was it. Finally, from all the attempts on her life that this was the one to take her out. She should have known. An exploding bomb in her car was a classic. Lena would have been okay with it if not for a specific blonde reporter that she wished was with her at that very moment. She can’t die. Not yet. Not until she tells Kara how she feels. They at least deserve that.

However, the reality is Kara's not here. Supergirl is. Supergirl is the one holding her. Holding her the way she would have hoped a certain blonde reporting was holding her.

Lena had to close her eyes to stop looking back at blue eyes staring at her with so much concern. This can’t happen. She’s not — she can’t be. She loves Kara Danvers. She might be pissed at her but she knows deep down she’s in love with the nervous fidgety reporter and not to this impenetrable woman right in front of her.

Her head shakes as Supergirl’s tighten her grip as if too afraid Lena might slip away. During these moments when Lena allows herself to feel, she genuinely does not know what to make of it. Why does Supergirl care about her so much. No one is watching. There are no cameras recording their interaction.

She assumes it was all for publicly but this, it feels different. When it’s just them and no one else. Supergirl stands close to her, completely shaken and unbalanced. There is genuine fear in her eyes at the thought of being too late or not being fast enough. Lena has never felt safer.

As she starts to pulls away, green eyes meet glassy blue. She convinces herself it’s the dust and not the resident superhero actually in tears because that would mean…

“I thought I was going to lose you.”

“But why do you—”

Before Lena could respond, she feels a pair of lips against her own and everything around them seems to disappear.

It barely registers to her what is happening, completely getting lost on the pair of lips against her own. Lena feels a shiver run down her spine at the way Supergirl is kissing her, making her grab unto the superhero’s shoulder.

The action was meant to push the super away because this can’t be happening. These were not the pair of lips she wanted on her but somehow, it feels right. Like this was how things were suppose to be. She feels her heart raising as Supergirl deepens the kiss, feeling herself getting pushed slightly until the back of her knee hits against a hard surface but it barely registers to Lena because Supergirl is kissing her in a way she's never been kissed before.

Finally, Lena finds the strength to pull away the need to breathe outweighing her body’s desire. And for the first time, she wills herself to stare at the pair of brilliant oceanic eyes that she’s been trying so hard to ignore. She lets her eyes track down every detail of the superheroes face, trying to figuring out a puzzle with missing pieces. Blue eyes stare back at her with a mix of desire and unbridled affection as Lena continues to gasp for air and stares.

Something about Supergirl’s smile, the strong line of her jaw, the way her soft lips parts as she patiently waits for Lena to say something seems so familiar. Like an answer at the tip of her tongue but can’t seem to get it out. It’s frustrating as it is captivating and all Lena wants to do is drink it in, see past the mask that this superhero constantly wears and be able to see what all this means.

Being this close, Lena can see the moment Supergirl lips rise to form a smile. A smile Lena is all too familiar with now that she’s finally inches away from the superhero. It’s all too familiar now and finally, it dawns to her.

A tiny gasp leaves her lips at the realization, emerald eyes never leaving blue as Supergirl’s smile brightens. As if she too understands that Lena has finally figured it out. With trembling delicate fingers, Lena reaches up and cup Supergirl’s cheeks and instinctively, Supergirl leans against her touch. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Lena feels a gentle squeeze where Supergirl is holding her and she lets out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

“Kara?” Lena whispers, barely hiding the tremble of her own voice and there it was. The smile of the woman she’s been not so secretly in love with plastered on National City hero’s face.

“I am madly in love with you, Miss Lena Luthor.”

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pikmingrubb · 2 years ago

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Mike x reader x Gustavo,

Tags: Orgasm denial, fingering, name calling, phone sex, bed sex

Word Count: 1,815

“No, come on, just a little more.” Mike’s voice was the clarity in the haze, a thick shroud of sex and sweat. You practically choked down a moan as you resisted the urge to come right then and there, he had been edging for you for what felt like hours. His calm voice leads you through his actions, giving you praise and directions.

His fingers were currently curled into your heat, you had not only soaked his fingers you had completely soaked the bed sheets below you with your slick. Mike enjoyed seeing you leak before him before he even started touching you and watching your cunt pulse on his digits.

You swallowed thickly, eyes trying to stay open and not squeeze shut as he teased your overstimulated sex. His touches were light and made your leg jump from the sensitivity, he cooed gently at you, calling you his good boy. What a good job you’re doing, I know, I know. It’s so hard, and you just wanna get it over with and cum already, right? It made your cheeks flush and your throat close up with a choked moan, trying not to scream at him for not letting you get what you want.

You didn’t even want to know what he’d do if you yelled at him, he’d probably punish you for weeks. Not letting you get within an inch of him if he thought you were perhaps seeking release from him, and no number of tears or puppy dog eyes would budge him. He doesn’t approve of brats, save the rod and spoil the child they say.

“I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” Mike’s voice called back to you, he had momentarily stopped his thrusting, letting you calm down from the heat that coiled so tightly in your stomach.

You just nodded your head drearily, your lungs hiccupped slightly, trying to regain a steady breathing pace. Your body now realized just how cool it was in the room, the sweat sticking to your body acting as a fast coolant to your overheating core, a small shiver traveled up your spine.

Mike’s hand rested gently on your thigh while he sat contently on the edge of the bed, he squeezed your leg comfortingly as he let you rest. Just as Mike was about to ask you a question, his phone inside his pocket rang out, interrupting him.

A groan escaped his lips, he rolled his eyes, irritated that someone would try to interrupt this time with you. Even though he wanted to snap his phone in half, he picked it up and checked the caller ID. His fingers immediately flipped it open and pressed the green call to receive button.

“Yes?” Was all he said, his tone flat, he stared lightly down at you. You stayed utterly quiet, you had to be a good boy for him, which meant staying silent when he was on important phone calls. That didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything, so you instead decided to trace little patterns on his hand that rested on your bare skin. Your fingers traced over every boney bump and freckle you could see, his fingers worn by work and time.

“Of course, he’s here,” Mike said faintly, he shifted slightly on the bed and raised a little eyebrow at you, a silent question as to what you were doing playing with his fingers. You just smiled and twisted your body on your side, hands still holding his one free hand, you cupped it gently and nuzzled your face into his large hand.

“I’m taking care of him, you know I do.” Mike murmured, his voice seeming to drop an octave at that, his inflection of what he meant by ‘take care of’ was well received by the other person on the phone.

A silence filled the room as the faint voice on the other end said something to Mike, their even tone signaled you in on who it was long before anything else. Not to mention, Mike wouldn’t have picked up for anyone else. When big Gustavo Fring calls to make sure his baby is being taken care of, you best answer or pay hell, and he trusted Mike to do just that.

“Of course, you can,” Mike clicked a small button on the corner of the phone keypad and a slight static could be heard via the receiver. You listened closely,

“Are you alright, my dear?” Gustavo’s bright voice called through the dial, your ears perked up lightly, “Yes, sir.” You answered honestly, Mike’s hand had released itself from your grasp and now was brushing gently against your scalp.

“Have you come yet?” His voice sounded as if he was asking someone an interview question, nothing about his tone could be even deemed inappropriate, but the setting sure as hell was. That alone set your loins aflame once again, embarrassment quickly spiking through you. You felt completely put on the spot, not usually did you have the attention of both Gustavo and Mike before you.

“No, sir.” You whined out, you felt the familiar throb coming back, and the urge arise once again. Your legs twitched slightly as Mike ran his hands down your thigh dip and traced down with a ghost of a touch.

“Good, I wanted to hear you as you did anyway,” Gustavo sounded pleased, you could see him folding his hands together at his desk as he spoke into the receiver. You envisioned his belt undone and his cock out in the air throbbing as he awaited your moans to coax him on, you swallowed at the thought.

“I want you to spread your legs and lay back if you’re not already.” Gustavo’s voice commanded through the line, you could hear the faint clank of metal, perhaps his belt being shed. Your eyes widened slightly; you didn’t quite make a move until Mike’s prodding hand gently tipped your body back over onto your back.

You settled back into the sheets and slowly angled your legs outward, exposing your slick again core to the chill air, your breathing quickened slightly as Mike awaited along with you for orders. His fingers rested in the dip of your hip, gently tracing the outer hip bone.

“Good,” He appraised without eyes, “Now, Mike, I want you to begin by inserting three fingers in him. Gently, rub the outer wall and his g-spot.” He commanded; his tone as graceful as ever. Mike did as he was told, his fingers wiped through your slick before entering you, feeling up your sensitive inner wall, and pressing just where it made you see stars.

With how much slick you had, you both could hear the salacious noises coming from your nethers as he stretched you out. You let out a low guttural whine, making sure it was loud enough for Gustavo to hear.

The entire time Mike was watching you with interest, slowly encouraging your orgasm to swell up once again, he himself looked a little heated. You could see the tent in his pants, his lips were slightly parted as he continued fingering your greedy cunt. He wanted nothing more than to feel you on top of him.

“Faster, don’t you dare hold your moans back, (Y/n).” Gustavo cut in, you could hear the slight ruffling of fabric, Gustavo’s hand was clenched around the base of his cock, precum dripped down the front as he quickly wiped it over his head, making his cock glisten.

Mike sped up, your legs instinctively raised, trying to pull away from his quick movements as overstimulation became a little much. You let out a choked cry as Mike double-downed, not allowing your hips to wiggle away.

“Oh, fuck, it’s too much, Gus!” You cried begging for mercy towards the black phone lying on the bed.

“Shhhh, shhhhh, it’s alright, work through it,” Mike said gently, his hand had grabbed your leg holding it in place so you couldn’t kick as his other hand continued to thumb over your engorged cock. Fingers still inside you pressing rapidly against your g-spot.

“Don’t stop, Mike.” Gustavo breathed out, for the first time you could hear the break in his voice, he sounded slightly winded. He sounded like he was getting closer as he kept hearing the noises of your pleas through the receiver, and the wetness of your cunt around Mike’s fingers.

At this point Mike was completely over you, one hand vigorously jerking you off and the other holding your thigh towards your chest, stretching you out deliciously. You were sobbing at this point just wanting release, Mike just kept repeating comforting phrases, good boy. That’s it, just a little longer, oh you should see him, Gustavo. Begging like a whore for your cock.

“(Y/n)” Gustavo’s voice was tight and demanding, your attention barely holding on to pay attention to the phone, you let out a little cry in an attempt to let him know you heard him.

“Cum for me, cry out my name, and cum like the little whore you are,” Gustavo commanded with a sharp inhale in his voice, Mike was knuckle deep as he messaged your cock, everything flooded at once.

“Ngh!....fuck…GUSTAVO!” You could barely cry out; your orgasm shook your body as you clenched around Mike’s knuckles tightly. Your body switched and shook, trying to rid yourself of the shocks. He continued to drive you through your orgasm, giving unintelligible praise and words. Your eyes were closed as you felt tiredness sweep over you like a blanket, exhausted and completely fucked out of your mind.

You could hear a gasp that came from Gustavo’s end, he came at the same time, thick ropes covering his hands as he came messily on himself thinking of you. Labored breathing could be heard from both sides.

“ Good , boy.” Gustavo’s tired voice chimed in through Mike’s phone, Mike just let out a sigh as he gently released from you, allowing your body to unbend and his fingers slid out from your cunt. Instinctively, he left the bed and grabbed a clean rag from the bathroom to clean you up. He wiped his hands free from your juices and gently wiped between your legs, clearing you of the majority of slick and mess he had made.

You gently thanked him as you could barely move, normally you’d immediately take a shower, but you were completely wiped, and it was gonna have to wait until later. Right now, you were drifting in and out of reality, at some point you didn’t even realize Mike had taken the phone and you could hear the faint voices of Mike explaining you were currently barely cognizant.

You just gently closed your eyes as you felt Mike pull the cover over your naked body, his hand brushing back a few strands of hair as he bid you goodnight.

#Mike Erhmantraut x reader #Gustavo Fring x reader #Smut #Better Call Saul #fan fic #BCS fan fic #ftm reader

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