You run into your coworker Agatha at a bar while you're out with a friend
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: drinking, gp agatha, blowjob, sex, age gap, semi-public sex
It’s halfway through the lunch period when your friend, Wanda, texts and asks what you’re doing tonight and if you want to go to a local bar with her. You’re sitting with your best friend Rio Vidal, a fellow math teacher, and one of the science teachers, Agatha Harkness.
You’ve only recently started talking to Agatha during a conference for STEM classes that you both went on about a week ago since your paths had never really crossed before, but you’ve had a crush on her since you’ve started working there.
During the conference, you found yourselves being drawn together, whether it was her sitting down next to you at the lunch table or you switching panels with someone else and ending up with her. She always seemed to hone in on you whenever someone else came up to talk to you. There was one night she even touched your arm to move you and you can still feel the heat from her fingers.
However, she’s 48 and you’re only 24 and you work together so it’d be quite messy. Not that she would ever like you like that anyway.
At least that’s what you told Rio. Deep down, you still flushed every time Agatha looked at you since then and hoped it meant something.
Rio raises her eyebrow when she catches the look on your face as you read the text. She asks what’s wrong and you say that your friend wants you to go to a bar tonight. You don’t really like to go out, but you haven’t seen Wanda in awhile so you should. Agatha’s head swivels to you.
“My friend wants me to go to Newk’s tonight…want to join?” you ask, looking at Rio, but hoping Agatha knows you’re really talking to her. It’s a joke, you’ll swear to yourself later.
Rio snorts and Agatha says nothing.
It was a half-hearted attempt and of course you couldn’t actually expect Agatha to show up because she’s twice your age and would never go to a bar with line-dancing and football games and pool tables.
So when you go to order drinks for you and Wanda and you catch a flash of dark hair and pale skin, your heart almost pounds out of your chest. The woman’s side profile is all you can see but then she turns her head to face the floor and holy fuck, it’s her.
The bartender puts down two drinks in front of you and you take a sip of yours, gathering courage.
Wanda’s dancing and doesn’t even notice you making your way to the other side of the bar. Agatha doesn’t look at you until you’re right next to her, leaning against the table. She has the decency to look surprised.
“What are you doing here…all alone?” you simper and her eyes trace over the jeans cut so high your ass is hanging out and the tiny blue crop top you’re wearing. She’s in jean pants and a blue flannel, hair down, and you want to drag her somewhere right now. She has a beer in front of her.
She shrugs casually like it’s no big deal. “Wanted to get out of the house.”
You take a big gulp and taste how strong it is. “Do you come here often?”
All you get in reply is her lifting the bottle to her lips with a smirk. Agatha licks the droplets of liquid left around her mouth and you’re about to say something when Wanda waves at you from the floor.
You mumble that you have to go and you feel Agatha’s eyes burning into your back. You can’t even pretend to hide the effort you put into swaying your hips.
When you hand Wanda’s drink to her, you down the rest of yours and pull Wanda out to the floor. You don’t know any of the dances but you can feel the buzz coursing through your veins, both from the alcohol and Agatha. You make every move as slutty as you can and every time you spin around, you catch her looking at you. Watching you. Hopefully, wanting you.
Wanda insists on going to get the next round, much to your reluctance, so you lean against the pony wall that encloses the dance floor. You turn around despite yourself to look at Agatha, whose lips are slightly parted.
The second drink is gone quickly and you don’t even bother telling Wanda where you’re going before walking back over to Agatha. Your inhibitions are slightly lowered now and you spin onto the stool next to her right as she tilts her body toward you—another thing you saw at the conference was how she always angled herself to be facing you even when she was supposed to be paying attention somewhere else—so your right thigh ends up pressed right against hers. She’s on her second beer.
“How are you feeling?” she asks.
“Really good,” you answer breathlessly and your eyes drop down to where your legs are touching and—
There’s a bulge.
Agatha is hard.
She shifts and you bite your lip. “How are you feeling?” you ask teasingly.
“You might be a little drunk,” she says, but she knows you really aren’t.
Agatha makes a noise when you lean forward, your palm sliding up her leg until it almost touches her dick, and you whisper, “Maybe a little tipsy at most, but I’ve been wanting to get on my knees and suck your cock since the conference.”
She twitches and her fingers clamp around your wrist like she can’t decide if she wants to pull you in or push you away. “I’m twice your age. We work together.”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” you almost whine. Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. “I just want to make you feel good.”
Agatha actually groans at that. “Tell your friend you’re leaving.”
In less than a minute, you’ve told Wanda that you’re not feeling well and have to go and Agatha has yanked you outside to where her car is parked at the far side of the grassy lot. There’s no one around.
She grabs your chin and kisses you and there’s a faint taste of beer and her tongue is in your mouth and your mind is going blank except for Agatha.
You step back and drop down to the ground and she settles a hand on your head and one on the car to steady herself. Her face is already red and she’s already panting.
Your fingers fumble with her belt and zipper and then her cock is out and hard and red and wet and you waste no time in stroking your hand over her quickly. She hisses, “Baby, you gotta slow down, I’m not going to last long.”
That sends a heat that you’ve never known down into your cunt and you eagerly take the head of her cock into your mouth and her hips jerk and she lets out a guttural sound. She’s already pulsing. Fuck, she wasn’t lying.
“Oh, fuck, god, I can’t—”
There’s something so satisfying in the way that she was trying to protest in the bar, but now she’s about to come in your mouth after barely two minutes.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” she chants and her hand tightens in your hair and she stiffens and you feel her cock pulse once, twice, three times, and then her cum fills your mouth.
She gives you just enough time to swallow before she pulls you up and kisses you hard and spins you around to press you against the car.
“Get in the backseat,” she whispers and you move faster than before to scramble in. She follows and slams the door behind her and you’re both just looking at each other in the dark.
Her cock is slowly hardening again as you take the first step by peeling your top off, revealing your hard nipples. She leans forward and sucks on one of them and your back arches.
Her fingers swipe at your hips to move you onto her lap when her cock is fully hard again, which doesn’t take long at all.
You can feel her cock, wet with cum and your saliva, pressing against your entrance and right before you’re about to sit down, she stops you.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she says, almost a plea. You know how it’ll look if it turns into more. If you do this again. What people will say if it gets out.
You nod and sink down and both of you moan into each other’s mouths.
But you also know this can’t be the last time because of how fucking good she feels inside you.
The glint in her eye as she watches you move up and down her cock tells you that she knows it too.
Warnings: consensual somnophilia, GP Agatha, fingering, sex, creampie, no plot
Agatha lets herself into your apartment with the key you gave her. It’s dark inside, the clock on the oven the only light that lets her see anything.
But she’s been here enough times to know her way around.
Your request—your fantasy—had come as a bit of a surprise, but there was no denying that she was into it.
“You want me to sneak into your home when you’re asleep and fuck you?”
The look on your face, when Agatha had repeated it back to you, had gone straight to her cock. Your eyes had glazed over just the slightest and your lips parted.
It almost made Agatha immediately ask, “When?”
You had smirked the little impish smirk you do when you want to tease, and said, “Surprise me.”
Agatha had only made it two days and she’s impressed she made it that long at all as she takes off her shoes in the corridor so she doesn’t make any noise sneaking down the hallway. Her heart hammers in her throat and she can feel her cock steadily growing harder with each step toward your bedroom door.
It’s cracked open just an inch.
An invitation.
Agatha pushes it open just a smidge and it creaks softly. She freezes and waits for a moment to make sure you don’t move.
You don’t.
Her fingertips press the door just a little more open and she’s now able to see you under the covers in the glow of the moonlight streaming in through your blinds. You look peaceful and serene cocooned in your blanket, head resting soundly on two pillows.
You’re already laying on your stomach.
Waiting.
Ready.
Agatha imagines you getting into bed and positioning yourself like this, hoping tonight would be the night.
She creeps into the room now, feet delicately padding on the carpet, as she takes off her long sleeve shirt. Her cock is now fully erect at just the mere thought of what she’s about to do. She’s not wearing a bra and her nipples harden even more at the cool air on her.
Pausing at the end of the bed, she shimmies her pants down her legs and steps out of them and palms her cock through her underwear. She has to bite her lip so she doesn’t make a noise.
And then she inhales and exhales in time with your heavy breaths to calm herself down before slowly peeling the covers down your body and fuck—
You’re completely naked.
Agatha’s cock twitches and she clenches her fists to regain control. She cannot come already.
The bed dips as she climbs onto it and lays down next to you on her side so she can examine your sleeping features, but it just makes her ache more.
So she reaches out a hand to gingerly touch your bare shoulder. You don’t react. You’ve always been a deep sleeper.
She listens to you breathe, on alert for any sudden change, as her fingers skate up and down your skin for a moment.
When she’s sure that she can do more, she shifts into a kneeling position, still next to you, and trails her hand over your back and down to your ass, rubbing and stroking as she goes.
Goosebumps rise along the path she’s taking and you tremble and she pauses immediately.
You let out a sigh and relax, sinking back into the pillows.
Agatha has to readjust so she can have better access, and when she finally slides a hand between your legs to touch your cunt, her cock spurts out a drop of precum.
You’re wet.
Really wet.
She spots the clear bottle of lube on the nightstand but there’s not much missing, which means that while some of it is the lube, some of it is just you.
Agatha groans quietly to herself and then clamps a hand over her mouth. She doesn’t move for thirty seconds.
Still no reaction.
She nods, spurring herself on.
Her cock twitches again as she slowly spreads your legs apart so she can touch you better and she thinks she sees your eyes move under your eyelids when she finds your clit and circles it three times.
“What do you want me to do?” Agatha had asked you.
“Whatever you want. Just try and make me come before you do.”
Agatha’s other hand squeezes the head of her cock tightly, just to hold herself back, when two fingers easily slide into your cunt with a wet squelch. You feel heavenly, tightly wrapped around her, and she swears she feels your walls clench.
She starts out slowly fucking you, just to make sure you won’t wake up, but when you still show no signs of stirring, she gets bolder.
Her pace picks up and she fumbles but then manages to figure out how to rub at your clit with her thumb while fucking you with two fingers and she reaches around and under you so she can caress your boob and roll your nipple with her other hand. Your body jerks but you settle back down.
Agatha is almost laying on top of you now and her rock-hard cock, while still covered in her underwear, is pressed against your ass and she can’t help but rut back and forth to get some sort of stimulation. It makes pressure build up in her core faster than she likes though, so she has to stop.
You make a small noise and she feels you get wetter and Agatha doesn’t even care if you wake up now, she just needs to make you feel good.
You like this.
Agatha wonders if you’re dreaming of something or if you can feel it, but your body is reacting to her touch and it makes her cock harder, which she didn’t even think was possible.
Her fingers are being gripped by your walls as she keeps on fucking you with them. Your hips are raising slightly, needy for her even in your sleep, desperate for more.
She knows, without a doubt, that you’re getting close.
Your breathing has gotten shallower and your fingers quiver and you’re so wet that Agatha can hear it every time she thrusts into you.
And at the same time, Agatha’s cock has started pulsing and she can feel the wet spot on her boxers getting bigger.
It takes a lot of restraint, but she stops.
She’s pretty sure you’re still asleep as she grabs your hips and angles them so your ass is up in the air and then moves to kneel between your legs.
“Want me to wear a condom?” It was a precaution when she asked you that; you’ve only been dating a few months and you weren’t on any sort of birth control.
Her heart stopped when you bit your lip sheepishly and said, “I just got on the pill.”
That in itself had been enough to almost make her push you down right then and there and fuck you.
Agatha shoves down her underwear just enough for her cock to pop out and hit her stomach, precum splattering on her bare skin, and she grabs onto the base with a tight fist to position the tip of her red and leaking head at your cunt entrance.
Even just the feeling of your wetness against her bare cock has her whimpering.
Just to prove to herself that she can hold on a bit longer, she drags her cock up and down your slit and then rubs at your clit with the head.
Her other hand clamps down on your hips and digs her nails in. Your breathing hasn’t changed.
Agatha pushes in.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Only the tip is inside but her head falls back and her eyes roll back in her head.
Nothing she’s felt will ever be able to compare to the feeling of your warm, wet walls clenching around her cock and trying to get more of her. Your walls grip her and you make a small noise that sounds like a squeak and she has no choice but to press on.
When she bottoms out inside you, she has to hold still because your cunt is pulsing around her cock and her cock is twitching inside you and she knows she’s not going to last long. Her hands grip your hips so hard they might bruise.
You gasp.
Agatha slowly drags her cock out until just the tip remains.
She pushes back in.
And she does it again and again until she listens to your breathing become uneven and with each thrust, she reaches a new level of ecstasy and she thinks she could die right here, right now, but it’s getting to be too much and while your cunt is spasming, she knows you haven’t come yet.
But she’s too close.
It takes all of her willpower to stop and the moment her cock is outside of your body, she grabs onto it and fists it tightly, begging herself not to come.
Three fingers replace her cock and the feeling of your walls squeezing your digits from all sides is almost as good as it was around her dick. She holds herself but doesn’t stroke and thrusts her fingers hard and fast into you, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face from the restraint.
She is fucking aching for you.
You’re moaning now, still quietly but loud enough for her to hear with each thrust, but your eyes are still closed and you’re laying still.
Until she presses on your clit and your whole body jerks.
You’re close now.
Really close, judging by the trembling in your legs.
She almost hates to stop, but she’s desperate to get her cock back inside you—raw. Agatha doesn’t think she’ll ever get enough.
Your cunt clamps down on her the moment she enters you again and Agatha’s teeth shoot down into her bottom lip instinctively. A sound still escapes.
“Where do you want me to come?”
“In me. Or on me. Anywhere. I just want to know you were there.”
Agatha makes the most pathetic sound she’s ever heard and thrusts so deep she feels the spongy spot inside of you.
You’re asleep and she’s the most frantic she’s ever been, humping into you like a dog.
How you haven’t woken up yet, she won’t know.
You stiffen and your walls convulse and clench and don’t let up, like they’re trying to milk her.
Agatha almost loses it right then and there as you come around her cock.
She could pull out and flip you over and come on your tits. On your face. On your ass. She likes the thought of you waking up to part of your skin sticky and covered.
Or inside.
And then, she hears you. It’s so quiet, that she thinks she might be imagining it, barely anything more than your mouth forming the word, “Agatha.”
For the first time, she fills up your cunt with her cum.
Agatha gasps loudly and collapses on top of you as she pathetically ruts inside you, cock pulsing and shooting out more and more strands of cum into you. You make a sound and your walls tighten again around her, like you’re desperate to take all of it.
Will you know what happened in the morning? Will you remember it?
Or will you only realize it when you wake up and stand up and feel her cum leaking down your inner thighs?
She feels another spurt of cum weakly leak into you.
It takes almost a full minute before she fully softens and then she pulls out of you. Almost immediately, her white seed starts to pour out of your swollen cunt and she watches, transfixed, before gathering her load with two of her fingers and stuffing it back inside you.
You can take it now, so you will.
In an attempt to keep as much inside of you as possible, she rolls you onto your side. Your breathing has become more even. If you had woken up a bit, you’ve surely fallen back into your slumber.
Agatha almost hates to leave now. She wants to see the look on your face when you wake up and feel the mess between your thighs.
But she puts back on her clothes and sneaks out the door as quietly as she came in.
While watching Heated Rivalry with your wife, one of Ilya's questions to Shane makes Agatha wonder the same thing about you. And then she wants to test it.
Word count: 7.1k
Warnings: mommy kink, blindfold, handcuffs, sex toys (vibrator, vibrating strap, cum strap), wax play, whipped cream, degradation, praise kink, overstimulation, breeding kink, porn without plot, face sitting, oral sex, fingering, objectification, pet names, cockwarming, literally filth
Author's note: back for at least this one! Hope it was worth the wait 😉 I hope everyone enjoys and go watch Heated Rivalry if you haven't already.
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“How many times can you come in an hour?”
The text from Ilya to Shane in the show Heated Rivalry that’s playing on the television in the cabin you and your wife are staying in for the weekend makes you suddenly overly aware of her sitting next to you on the bed.
It’s been a lazy morning and once she had made the two of you breakfast, she had put on the show the two of you started the other day, just to kill time before your plans to go to a street market.
There hadn’t been a lot of talking as you both watched the two hockey rivals’ relationship change from just a simple meet-up to fuck to something more.
Your wife, Agatha Harkness, shifts, inching a hair closer to you. Shane texts Ilya back, “I don’t know, like twice?”, and she snorts. You sneak a glance at her. Her long dark hair is tossed back over her shoulders, trapped between her body and the pillow and her pale skin is soft against the white sheets. She’s still wearing the short purple nightgown and it makes you swallow hard.
Her blue eyes meet yours and you see something light up inside them. Your heart skips a beat as her lips curve into a familiar smile and she tilts her body toward yours, putting her weight on one arm.
“So he can come twice in an hour,” Agatha muses, her gaze tracing your body up and down. A spark of heat ignites in your stomach and you wait with bated breath for what’s coming next. “How many times do you think you could come?”
Even though you were expecting something suggestive, the question still makes your brain short circuit for a moment. “I don’t know,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “You made me come six times once. That was a lot.”
The memory of her fucking you and pushing you over the edge six times with her fingers and mouth and strap sends a tingle down your spine.
“Do you want to see if we can beat that?” Agatha asks. “We have an hour before we have to get ready to go.”
Your heart skips a beat. “I mean…we can.”
She smirks and reaches out a finger that traces along your collarbone up to your throat. You shiver. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip under the searing heat of her eyes and you nod, just in case, just so she knows that you want that more than anything. You want her more than anything.
“Good girl,” she says, low and intense, and your core is already warm, a wetness already starting to pool in your underwear. She gets off the bed and watches you keenly and you fight the urge to squirm. “Get on your back in the center.”
There’s no doubt in your mind that she’s going to pull out all the stops. She taps a finger to her lips, regarding you with predatory energy. But you’re exactly where you want to be.
And then she pounces.
Agatha’s hand is cold as she wraps her fingers around your wrist and pulls your arm up. There’s already handcuffs around the two banisters of the headboard, courtesy of your last night activities and she tightens the cuff around your right hand.
“Is this okay?” she asks softly and you twist your wrist. It’s tight, but not too restrictive.
“It’s good,” you answer, squeezing your legs together to quell the burning between them. It doesn’t work. She hums in satisfaction and quickly moves to the other side to cuff your other wrist.
And then you watch as Agatha picks up the long piece of black fabric off the dresser and your breath hitches. It was something she had brought up a few weeks ago, but she hadn’t mentioned it again until she slyly pulled it out of her bag last night.
The bed dips under her as she gets onto her knees to bend over. You automatically lift your head on the pillows and are rewarded by an endearing smile.
“Good girl,” she purrs, smooth as silk. “You’re such a desperate slut.”
All you can do is nod and she chuckles mockingly before holding the fabric over your eyes and tying it behind your eyes. The last thing you see before your vision gets cut off is her dilated pupils, the pink staining her cheeks and creeping down to her clavicle, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. It’s a sight to behold and you’re almost sad that you can’t watch her fuck you.
And now you don’t know what she’s going to do next. You feel the bed spring back into place and her footsteps gentle on the hardwood floor. You strain your ears for some hint—any hint—of what she has in store.
“The timer is set for an hour. What should I use on you? How should I start?” She sounds far away now.
It’s a rhetorical question, but you can’t help rasping, “Anything, mommy.” You can picture the way her lips curve at your obedient answer. Agatha loves when you submit for her, loves that you do it so easily.
The fridge opens. Then closes. You flex your fingers and chew on your bottom lip. The silence seems to stretch on forever but then she finally climbs onto the bed and settles onto your lap. It’s comforting and you relax, tension seeping out of your body, already calmer now that she’s near.
Her fingers tug at the hem of your shirt and then push it up your chest slowly, goosebumps following in the wake as your bare skin is exposed to the cold air. When it’s over your tits, Agatha pinches one of your nipples suddenly and you hiss, your hips bucking up. She makes a sound and it settles in your cunt, knowing that she’s affected too.
Her nails dig into the skin between your boobs and then rake down to your belly button and you whimper at the tingling pain.
Silence again and then a clicking noise.
Psshhh.
A gasp tears itself out of your mouth at the cold sensation on your chest. Whipped cream. She put whipped cream on your tits.
Her tongue quickly follows and you almost whine at the way she licks up the cream and then nips at your skin. You shift your hips up again and she groans, unrestrained, caught off guard, but regains composure and does it again, on your other nipple this time.
“Fuck,” you curse quietly and the vibrations of her breathless laugh reverbrate on your skin. You’re absolutely aching for her now and she’s barely done anything.
Agatha pulls back and sprays it for longer, in some sort of pattern. You can feel it all over your chest when she’s done and then she rearranges herself so one of her thighs is pressed between yours, her knee against her clothed cunt.
“You wanna know what it says?” she asks casually and you nod your head eagerly. You wish more than anything that you could see her on top of you, her mouth messy with whipped cream, and something written across your tits. “It says mine.”
You involuntarily, urgently rock up against her knee, a pulsing ache in your clit now, and she clucks her tongue and grabs your throat. It steals the air from your lungs. It’s light but you wonder if she can feel your heartbeat in your jugular.
“Be a good girl and don’t make a sound while I clean you up,” she commands and you preemptively bite the inside of your cheek.
Her hair tickles your skin as she bends down again and traces her tongue on the M. She punctuates it with a sharp bite, just above your nipple, and you moan. She nips all the way down the I and then drags her teeth along the N. You’re a panting mess at this point, trying desperately to grind on her knee but not getting what you need, and there’s a flap of loose skin inside your mouth from how hard you’re chewing on it to stop yourself from making a sound.
There’s no helping the small noises escaping from your throat though; you can only hope she doesn’t hold them against you.
You’re so lost in restraint that you barely even register the E getting licked up, but then she finally settles back and admires your shaking body. The coldness of the whipped cream is only making the heat in your cunt worse. You need her more than air.
“Such a fucking mess for me, baby girl,” she coos. “You should see what a good slut you look like.”
“Please fuck me,” you beg, plainly and simply and she huffs out a laugh. Your walls clench and you try even harder to rub against her knee but she pulls back and you whine at the loss of stimulation. Even something is better than nothing.
And then she gets off you and there’s the sound of her rummaging through something. You know without being able to see that it’s the bag of toys she brought. You run through a mental list of everything she packed—the blindfold, the cuffs, a handhold vibrator, candle wax, a vibrating strap, and a strap that can be filled with fake cum.
It could be anything.
There’s an overwhelming haze in your mind and it’s hard to think clearly. You’re almost floating outside your body and she hasn’t even properly touched you next.
She settles back on top of you and the sound of your heavy breathing fills the air. There’s a flick and then a whoosh and a blast of heat above your chest.
The lighter.
The candle wax.
It was something you had mentioned being interested in trying in a drunken conversation. You knew you liked the cold. But you wanted to see if your affinity for temperature play extended in the other direction.
“Are you ready?” she asks and you nod so hard your neck hurts. You imagine the dark look in her eyes as she tips the candle to the side and watches the wax drip down.
And then it splatters on your skin and a loud moan tears itself from your mouth. It burns at first but then fades quickly into something warm and lasting.
“Holy fuck,” you groan.
Another drop and your back arches off the bed. Two more in quick succession and your head is getting even foggier. You wince when one lands an inch away from your nipple.
One lower, now on your stomach, and you wonder what the red wax looks like against your skin. You almost want her to take a picture, but you know when she takes off the blindfold when she’s done you’ll be able to see it.
But still, the thought of her freezing in time you tied up like this, remnants of whipped cream and wax on your front, makes your clit pulse.
“Do you like it?” she mumbles, so quietly you almost can’t hear it. Two more drops, between your tits. You jerk and the metal on the cuffs clinks against the bannister.
“Yes,” you breathe and then sharply inhale when another drips close to your other nipple. It’s getting to be a lot and you can feel the puddle and the ache between your legs growing worse and worse. “I’m good—please, mommy, please I need you to fuck me.”
Agatha stops immediately and the heat dies down a bit, at least in your sternum.
It’s fucking raging inside your cunt.
She gets off you and you miss her weight but it’s hard to complain when she sucks on each nipple and then kisses her way down to right above the waistband of your shorts.
“I can almost smell you,” she practically growls and your heart skips a beat at the hunger in her voice. Your stomach tenses as she grabs onto your shorts and slowly drags them down your legs. “You’ve fucking soaked through your underwear, sweetheart. Is someone a little needy?”
“I need you so badly,” you whimper. “Please—Agatha—”
She digs her fingernails into your upper thigh to pull your legs apart. Your folds slowly peel apart with how wet they are and the cold air on your exposed clit makes you shiver. You know you’re not going to last very long at all—it’s only a matter of how many times she can make you come.
“Beg for it,” she orders. It delights you to no end to hear the rawness of her voice, like she wants to fuck you as much as you want her to fuck you.
Part of you wants to stay quiet, just for a moment longer, to deny her and make her beg.
But in the end, your weeping cunt wins and desperation pours off your tongue. “Please—please, mommy, I need you, I need you to fuck me, please.” You’re almost sobbing with need. She keeps you waiting a second—
Buzz.
You practically feel it in your bones.
Agatha presses a vibrator against your clit, hard, and your back shoots off the bed, toes curling into the sheets. Your wrists pull subconsciously at the handcuffs as the sound that comes out of you is animalistic.
“Oh, sweetheart, look at you dripping for mommy,” Agatha taunts cruelly and you squeeze your eyes shut even though you can’t see. You nod your head pathetically. “You’re not going to last long, are you? And then you’re going to come over and over and over again for me until you can’t take it anymore. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” you sob, the intense pressure already building in your cunt. Your walls are clenching sporadically around nothing and your hips are bucking frantically.
You feel her hair on your chest again and then she sucks a bite into your shoulder. You whimper and you’re already at the edge, there’s no use trying to hold back because after all that she’s put you through—
“Are you going to come for mommy, baby girl?” Agatha simpers.
“Yes,” you gasp.
She pulls the vibe away from you and you almost cry. “Did you ask for permission?”
Fuck. “Can I please come, mommy? I need to so fucking bad.” Every single muscle in your body is tensed.
You can almost hear her smirk. “Good girl. Come for me.”
The vibe is pressed against your clit again and it’s not even ten seconds later that you fall over the edge and it’s one of the sweetest, most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.
“That’s one,” Agatha says proudly as you try to catch your breath. The vibrator turns off and you hear it being placed on the nightstand beside you.
But the relief doesn’t even have a chance to linger because two of her fingers enter you the second you come down from your high and the ache is back with a vengeance.
She curls them and you make a strangled sound because of how deep she manages to hit inside you and then her thumb starts to rub at your clit and your head falls back against the pillow. It’s so fucking intense already but it’s so good.
“Mommy, mommy, please,” you babble nonsensically, insanely, feverishly. Your body is on fire and you just need to come again. The pleasure is building fast, frying your nerves, and then she bends over you to suck on your nipple and you mewl. She hums against you, teeth scraping against the bud and then rolling it with her tongue while her finger copies the movements on your clit.
Her thrusts are somehow getting faster and all the words spilling out of your mouth are blending into one long plea with her name repeated over and over because she’s all you know now.
“Be a good slut and come for mommy again,” she says, sharply sucking one last time on your nipple with a wet pop.
Agatha twists her fingers and shoves them far inside to stroke your g-spot while her thumb plays with your clit. You come, even stronger than the first time, and your eyes roll into the back of your head.
Her movements inside you slow gently but your walls still clench around her, trying to keep her in. She stills, her fingers remain in you and your desire to be able to see her is so strong you can almost taste it.
But you get being blindfolded because everything is so much more heightened. The trace of the fingertips of her other hand up your thigh. The soft kiss to your breast. The heavy thickness in the air while you wait for what she’s going to do next.
“That’s two. How are you doing? What light are you?”
It’s almost silly to you, in your delirious state, that she’s checking in after so few knowing that she’s going to keep pushing and pushing you until you can’t take anymore but it’s still so fucking sweet and that only makes you leak more around her fingers.
“Green. So green. Please.”
“Excellent,” she hums and slowly withdraws her fingers until they’re right at your entrance but then pushes in fast and hard. It forces the air out from your lungs and you almost choke. “Think you can take another finger?”
You nod and she pulls out again, only to slide back into your wet and waiting cunt with three fingers. You barely even feel the extra stretch but you feel so much fuller when she curls them inside you.
“Got to get you ready to take my cock,” Agatha huffs and you clench around her, a flash of heat darting up your spine. “So I can fuck you and then fill you up with my cum and then fuck it back into you so it sticks.”
“Oh—fuck,” you moan loudly at the mention of the toy that’s perhaps both your favorites. The strap that lets her come inside you with lube. Her breeding kink had slipped out one of the first times she had fucked you, and since then, she made sure to incorporate it constantly when she found out you were more than okay with it.
“I know you need my cum inside you, baby girl,” she says, ragged and hot, and you nod frantically in agreement. “You’re such a good cumslut for me.”
You make a muffled sound that becomes vocal when she suddenly sucks on your clit. “Fuck!”
Her tongue lashes against you while she fucks you with her three fingers skillfully, hitting every spot because she knows you so well, because you were made for her.
Agatha alternates between sucking and licking and scraping her teeth against you and you think you can feel her eyes watching your face contort with pleasure. You again wish you could see her, as she’s between your legs and peering up at you.
She moans against your cunt like she can’t get enough, like she’s a starving woman, and the pace of her fingers never falters. She’s fucking you right back to the edge, the pressure building right back in your stomach like it never left, and your toes curl back into the mattress, sounds falling out of your mouth.
You’re right there and she slows down for a moment and you whine loudly because you don’t want her to stop—she can’t stop—and she chuckles, the vibrations against your clit making you jump, and she resumes her earlier pace.
You come, cursing and saying her name like it’s a prayer, and she finally but quickly pulls back and sits back up. The bed dips and then the outside of her thigh is resting against the outside of yours and she lays a gentle hand on your hip.
“That’s three,” she informs you, as if you needed the reminder. You can still feel the waves of all three of them rolling through your body. “Let’s see how long it’s been.”
She moves again and you hear her tap her phone and her laughter is mocking.
“Oh, baby girl, it’s only been seventeen minutes.”
The realization sinks in and “Fuck,” you breathe. You’ve already come three times and there’s still forty-three minutes left.
Forty-three minutes for her to make you come as many times as you can possibly take.
“Let’s keep going, shall we?” she asks. She strokes your face and then pushes her fingers into your mouth and you can taste yourself on them. You moan and suck at them, cleaning them up for her the way she always likes you to.
When Agatha pulls them out, she wipes your saliva on your tits and your body jerks.
Her touch disappears completely and you’re on edge just waiting.
The sound of buzzing fills the air again and your breath catches. But it’s different from the vibrator she used in the beginning—it’s duller, almost quieter. Your brow furrows but it suddenly makes sense when she presses the thick tip of the new toy against your clit—the vibrating strap.
“Fuck,” you whisper, more to yourself, but Agatha of course hears it and chuckles lowly. She rubs it up and down your soaked slit, doing nothing more than just dipping the head inside and pulling it out to rub at your clit again. Your hips arch up to try to get it inside, but she holds steady on torturing you. The vibrations have you already almost on the edge.
“You look so fucking good like this, tied up, blindfolded, ready to take my cock,” she rasps. “Can you say ‘I’m a good girl and I want to take mommy’s cock’?”
Even though there’s not a coherent thought in your head, nothing’s ever been easier to say. “I’m a good girl and I want to take mommy’s cock.”
Agatha positions the tip at your entrance again and the vibrations echo through your entire pelvic area. You squirm, open-mouth panting with anticipation.
“Look at you,” she says. “You’ve already come—how many times? Three? And you just want more. My greedy pet. But don’t worry.”
The toy slides into you and your entire cunt is lit up with vibrations. You wail and buck up while your walls adjust to the size.
“Mommy will give you everything you need,” Agatha reassures you. “I’ll give you my cock because that’s what you need, isn’t it? You need to be stretched open and fucked like a whore, don’t you? You need to be tied up and blindfolded completely at my mercy and used like the little toy you are, don’t you?”
She thrusts hard with each word and your mouth drops open with no sound coming out. With how fast she’s fucking you, you know she’s just holding the toy with her hand. You’re completely blissed out now, you feel her all over your body, and you don’t think you have any control over any part of you.
It’s all hers.
“You’re such a good slut for me, baby girl. You take everything I give you so well. You’re taking my cock so well. You’re making mommy so proud.”
The toy is so deep inside you that you feel the vibrations everywhere and each time it hits your g-spot you think you might black out from how good it feels.
You think it’s everything you’ve ever needed until you suddenly feel her mouth suck on your clit while she somehow thrusts even faster and you think you must’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygodohmygod,” you chant, slurring your words, but you wonder if you’re even saying anything. It might just be a slew of noises because your mouth and brain aren’t working properly.
“Come for mommy again,” she murmurs against your clit and then gives it a hard lick.
The tension inside you explodes but she just keeps fucking you hard and your hands strain against the cuffs again because it’s a lot, it might be too much, and you force out a quiet, “I already came.”
Her laugh makes you clench around the toy despite your frenzied state. “Oh, I know. I want you to come again. Can you be a good girl and take it?”
It’s hard to tell if the groan that comes out of your mouth is one of protest or acquiescence, but you nod anyway. “Yes, mommy.” You’re breathless and it’s hard to speak but you want to be good for her.
To give you a little break, Agatha slows down until she’s fucking into you lazily, slowly. It helps you come down a bit and you feel her twisting it inside you, which makes you whimper.
The toy has two balls at the base of it, which vibrate too, a fact you’re made aware of when she presses one of them against your clit. You gasp and shudder at the intensity.
“Can you feel that?” she asks like she’s in awe, like it was an idea that popped into her head that she wanted to give a try.
“Yes,” you moan, hips bucking involuntarily to get more of the stimulation even though you’re not sure if you can take it.
But you will take it.
You want to.
“This’ll be five, baby girl,” she reminds you as she begins to pick up the pace. With each push of it, the balls bump against your clit and give you even more. “And then we’re one away from your record. We’re not even that far into the hour.” Her voice is sickly sweet. “Think you can make it to ten?”
The question makes you keen loudly at just the thought of coming again, and then doubling it.
“I—I don’t know,” you answer honestly, hips starting to rise to match her thrusts and take more of her cock.
She tuts and pinches your nipple and you pull at the handcuffs again. You feel dizzy with how hard you’re breathing and the overwhelming sensation of everything and you think you’re going to need a break after this.
“It’s okay, honey. Take as much as you can. I’ll give you everything you need.”
This time, it’s quick and easy and only takes a few more pumps of the cock, coupled with direct stimulation on your clit. You're still not even fully recovered from the fourth before you come for a fifth time, moaning her name.
You sink into the bed, completely spent, but the toy is still buried inside you, the base still positioned right against you.
“Fuck, mommy, I can’t—” you whine.
“Don’t move,” she warns and you want to cry. “Be good and keep my cock inside you.”
It’s painful, at this point, to still be this much on the edge and have to clench every single muscle to obey because there’s no telling what she’ll do if you move. You wonder if you could come again from just her keeping the toy inside you.
You don’t get the chance to find out though, because she takes pity on you and slowly pulls the toy out. You breathe a sigh of relief so deeply you feel it in your bones.
It’s only a matter of time before she tries to fuck you again, but you can’t do it right now. Plus, you want something else. You need something else. “Sit on my face, please,” you beg, raw and unashamed. “Please, mommy, I need to taste you. I need you.”
If it catches her off guard, she doesn’t say. “Oh, yeah?” It’s the way she’s still able to keep composure while you’re completely ruined that makes you both eager to mess her up and also even more turned on.
“Yes, fuck,” you rasp and tilt your head back, tongue already sticking out. You hear her breath catch; you can see her in your mind regarding you, bottom lip between her teeth.
“Okay,” she agrees and your mouth waters.
It’s a little awkward for her to maneuver herself above you, especially with your arms pulled out in cuffs, but she manages it and you can smell her while she hovers over you. Musky, tangy, wet, hot. Heat is practically radiating from her cunt and even though you can’t see her, you can picture her above you, looking down at you with expectant eyes, so you pick your head up and close the distance.
The instant your tongue glides through her folds—which are soaked—she gasps quietly and sinks down further. You imagine her still biting her lip, hands on the headboard for balance, while she watches you.
You suck hard on her clit and she jerks and one of her hands buries itself in your hair, nails scratching against your head. You moan and her hips grind against your mouth at the sound.
“Fuck, baby,” she moans, sounding slightly less composed. It urges you to double down and you slide your tongue inside her, feeling her clench around you. Wetness is seeping down your face, making you even more of a mess, but you couldn’t care less. It’s all for you.
You mouth at her desperately and you want to know how many times she could come—you’d be more than fine to switch over to that right now. Her hips are rocking and her grip is tightening on your hair and it’s making you let out small whimpers into her that just have her moving more.
“You’re making mommy feel so good, shit,” Agatha groans and pulls you up so you’re focusing right on her clit. You suck on it and her legs tighten around your ears.
The need to touch her overwhelms you and you yank on the cuffs, but to no avail. All you can do is let her use you.
She’s purposely muffling her sounds but you finally earn a yelp when you suck on her clit particularly hard. You do it again and she breathlessly chuckles, impressed by your boldness.
“Do you want me to come all over your face?” she asks frenziedly, her movements becoming more frantic. “I’m gonna come, baby girl.” When you lick your tongue back inside her, you can feel her walls pulsing. You moan your answer into her cunt, too dazed out and drunk off her to even have the thought to deny her an orgasm.
Agatha stiffens and freezes on top of you, her pussy clenching around you, and you say something that comes out garbled into her. You don’t even know what the words were, but you think she can feel what you mean. You want her to stay like that forever.
But her fingers loosen on your hair and you now notice the ache from how hard she was pulling. You were too lost in her to even notice the sting.
“God,” she breathes and climbs off of you. The air is cold now and you miss her immediately. Her hand splays out on your thigh and you tense slightly. She must’ve moved back down.
She wants more.
Her fingers dance across your thigh and then up between your legs and strokes up the length of your entrance, collecting your wetness. You’re sure you must’ve dripped onto the bed at this point.
There’s a sucking noise and a jolt runs through you at the realization that her fingers with you are in her mouth. You pull at the cuffs again and she chuckles at your futile attempt.
One finger suddenly fills you and you sharply inhale.
“I think you’re ready for my cock now,” Agatha purrs and you feel a pang of heat inside you. This toy is bigger than the vibrating one, it’s the biggest one you both own, but you don’t think you’ll have any trouble taking it.
And you’ll get her cum.
There’s rustling around and then the uncapping of a bottle. A squeezing noise as she deposits the white lube into the syringe and then a pop. Your heartbeat picks up in anticipation.
The tube that connects the syringe to the toy is touching your stomach but all thought of that vanishes when the tip of it is placed at your entrance. Her hands bend your legs at the knees and push them even wider.
You whimper.
Agatha pushes in and your mouth drops open. “Fuck.” Even with how wet you are, it’s still a stretch.
She goes slowly, fucking just the tip in, and then back out, and then a little more in, and then out, all the way until it’s fully inside you. She stays like that for a moment, letting you get used to it. It’s thick and long but filling you in all the best ways.
And then she starts to move and your back arches.
It’s so deep inside you that it hits your special spot every time easily and it’s intense and so much but so, so good. Tears prick your eyes and you grind your hips up with every thrust like you’ll be able to get it even deeper.
“Look at you, taking my cock like such a good slut,” Agatha croons. “You must really want my cum, don’t you?”
You whine loudly and nod. You’re already building up to the edge. You’re not going to last much longer at all and she knows it.
“Can you ask me nicely for it?”
It takes you a moment to formulate the right words with all the fog in your brain. She’s made you go dumb. “Please, mommy, can I have your cum? I want you to breed me.”
Her smile is almost audible and she starts fucking you harder. You let out a sob and your hips are moving of their own accord now. She rubs your clit with her other hand and you’re shocked by the noise that comes out of you.
You don’t even recognize yourself.
“Once you come for me for a sixth time, I’ll fill you up, baby,” she promises and you nod. “I’m gonna give you my cum and you’re going to take all of it. And if it leaks out, we’ll just have to fuck it back into you. Gonna breed you so well, honey, so well.” Her voice is low and nothing more than a murmur but you feel every word so deep in your core, almost as deep as the thrusts from the toy.
“Mommy, fuck, gonna come,” you babble. You’re so fucking sensitive that every time she pushes the toy inside you you think you might combust but you’ve never felt this much pleasure.
You’ve never felt this much.
“Come for me,” Agatha orders and because you’ll do anything she tells you to, you listen.
Euphoria runs through you and you might as well be on a different planet. Your legs shake and try to close around her as she fucks you through it and it’s almost a full minute before you’re able to somewhat relax.
She waits until your legs open back up before pushing the syringe and you feel the slow stream of warm cum fill your cunt up. You gasp blissfully, for a moment completely filled to the brim.
And then she pulls the toy out.
Agatha’s breath hitches as she watches the cum leak out of you. You feel the copious load dripping out of your used cunt and you twitch. Her fingers spread your pussy lips so she can get a better look at it.
“That’s so hot,” she whispers and you feel a hot flash. “But let's get it back inside you.”
Before you can even think, three fingers enter you. There’s no stretch now, you easily take them, and the sounds from your cunt are obscene. There’s a wet squelch each time she curls her fingers.
“Can you hear that, baby?” Agatha asks with a light, airy tone. She sounds far away, like she’s also not completely here. Like she’s afflicted by the same dizzying haze that you are.
“Yeah,” you say. Six orgasms. You’re not sure how much time has passed, how much time is left.
But you don’t know how much more you can take.
“Think you can fit four?”
It takes you a moment to realize she’s talking about her fingers. “I’ve never had that many,” you tell her. She tsks and squeezes her pinkie in along with her three others and your jaw drops open. “Oh—god.”
It’s a whole new experience, even from the big toy she just used on you. They curl and rub against your g-spot and you think you’re going to cry from how good it feels.
“After this,” Agatha says conversationally and you clench around her, “we’re going to go to that market and none of them are going to know how well you got fucked right before. How you got filled with my cum and then got it fucked right back into you because you’re just a needy slut, aren’t you?”
You moan, tingles starting to run up your spine. You honestly can’t believe you’re still able to get close to orgasming again.
“We should get a plug for you next time so I can come in you and then you can walk around with it all day. Every time you move you’ll feel it and remember how I filled you up like the cumslut you are. How I bred you.”
Your head lolls to the side as your body gets itself to the edge. You have no control over anything anymore; she’s going to pull it out of you. “Oh my god,” you say weakly.
“And right now, you’re going to come for me again, aren’t you? For the seventh time? With four of my fingers fucking you?”
Maybe it’s the reminder of how many times it’s been, or of how stretched out you are with her, or all of it and even more, but your legs shake again, violently, and your body tenses, and even though it’s weak, you still crash and come around four of her fingers.
“Holy fuck,” you breathe and she laughs. “Oh my god, I’m so sensitive. Can you just—” You don’t even know what you need. She pauses and you decide on: “Slowly.”
Agatha understands and slowly slides her fingers out of you. She lays her sticky hand on your thigh while you exhale heavily. You can feel more of her cum slipping out of you.
“How’s it going?” she asks casually, like you haven’t just come seven times. You’d giggle deliriously but you think your head would hurt.
“I’m okay,” you finally answer softly.
She reaches down to strum at your clit and you twitch with a gasp. She presses a kiss to your boob and you feel her smile against your skin. “Think you can go again? Just one more time? I can be gentle.”
“I don’t know,” you say and she circles your clit again. Your hips twitch and then she sucks on your nipple, and somehow, your cunt still aches.
Agatha pulls back and takes her finger away. “Yes or no?”
You chew on your lip and weigh your options. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” she hums and resumes her previous actions of languidly spreading the mixture of your wetness and her cum over your clit and taking your nipple back into her mouth.
It takes a little longer to build you up this time and everything inside you feels raw. But the sting of it adds a bit of pain to your pleasure—something you’ve always enjoyed.
Your nipple pops free of Agatha’s mouth and she leans over to roll the other one with her tongue as she starts to press harder. She hums against your skin and it travels down the livewire from your nipple to your cunt and your hips buck up weakly. It’s so much.
“Be a good girl and come for mommy one last time,” she says, voice rough, and you think that it’s hearing her like that that pushes you closer.
“Mommy,” you gasp, because it’s the only thing you can say. It’s swelling inside you and you’re not sure that you can handle it.
She nips at the underside of your tit. “You can do it, baby girl,” she urges and you squirm. “Go ahead.”
“I’m going to come,” you tell her and she nips again, fingerpad putting more pressure on your clit while she circles it.
“Don’t tell me—show me,” she murmurs.
And, god…somehow you do.
Your legs quake, completely spent with the effort, and trap her hand between them. She moans against you, muffled but showing her approval, and she keeps the finger going while you ride the feeling all the way through.
But then it becomes too much.
“I think I need to stop,” you say urgently, “I can’t take anymore.” It’s starting to hurt now, being this overstimulated.
“Okay, okay,” Agatha says calmly and immediately gets off you. “How do you feel now?” she asks while scrambling to uncuff you. She does your right wrist first and massages it while turning it over in her hands to examine it and then she does the same to her left. You still haven’t been able to move a muscle and you’re really not sure how standing is going to go.
So you tell her that.
Agatha helps you lift your head up so she can slide off the blindfold. The light makes you squint but then you’re able to get your first good look at her since she put the fabric on you, and it makes your clit weakly pulse.
You’re sure you look absolutely ruined, but so does she. Her hair is mussed up and her eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen and her lips are flushed. Her pale skin has a faint pink glow. You get lost in staring at her for a moment, but then she puts a hand on your back and helps you sit up.
“Eight is a lot,” Agatha remarks as you slowly but surely scooch to the end of the bed. “Shane doesn’t have anything on you.” You laugh and it’s hoarse.
She grabs her phone to stop the timer and she bites her lip, stifling her own laugh, as she shows you the screen.
Twenty-three minutes left.
All of that only took thirty-seven minutes.
“Jesus,” you say and push yourself off the bed onto your feet. They feel like jelly but with Agatha’s assistance, you’re able to make it to the bathroom where she turns on the shower. You try to ignore the feeling of cum still leaking down the insides of your legs.
“You know what this means?” she asks, a playful look on her face. You hum, too tired to speak. “I could definitely make you come ten times in a full hour.”
This one has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time but I was inspired to write something (it's super short and not necessarily an agatha fic but it's reader with an unnamed woman who could definitely be agatha so i hope everyone enjoys)
TW: knife kink, knife play, reader gets fucked with the hilt, mommy kink, handcuffs, fingering, marking, possession, mentions of breeding kink, porn without plot, tattooed reader, I think this is all
The cold metal around your wrists sends a chill down your body. She huffs out a laugh at your pathetic attempt to pull your hands apart, but they’re bound tight by the handcuffs, chained to the headboard.
You couldn’t move if you wanted.
But moving is the last thing on your mind, especially when her hungry eyes rake over your naked body. You feel your nipples harden when her gaze returns to your boobs. She watches with satisfaction clearly written on her face as your chest heaves with anticipation.
Her fingers reach out toward your throat and they get so close you can feel the ghost of her touch, but then she pauses. There’s a glint in her eye and you swallow roughly.
Without a word, she leaves the room. You pull at the cuffs and call out, but there’s no response.
It’s only a moment later when she returns and your breath catches in your throat, your heart skips a beat when you see the light reflect on something silver.
A knife.
It’s a big one with a thick handle.
You’d brought up wanting to experiment with a knife before, in just a passing conversation, but you hadn’t known that the idea stuck in her head.
She smirks at your stunned expression and stalks closer to the bed. Your heart is pounding and you can feel wetness rapidly pooling between your thighs. She is a huntress and you are her prey and she is going to claim you.
The bed dips under her as she climbs onto it at the end and pushes your bare legs apart so she can crawl between them. A squeak escapes your lips and she couldn’t look more pleased if she tried.
The tip of the knife traces over the tattoo on your leg while she watches your face intently. It contorts with pleasure and you feel any sort of conscious thought seeping out of your brain.
“Is this okay?” she murmurs and you nod, fast and eager. She presses the tip into your skin and you gasp. “Words, sweetheart.”
“Yes, mommy,” you splutter. “Please.”
Her grin is evil as she slides the blade up to your hips, over your stomach, and then lays it flat against one of your nipples. Your back arches off the bed and a moan is torn from your mouth.
“Fuck,” you swear and she laughs sweetly.
The knife moves between your breasts and then up and you feel your heartbeat in your throat, right against where she rests it. You should be afraid but that’s the last thing you feel right now. Adrenaline is pumping through your veins.
And then she shifts forward and her knee is against your soaked pussy and at the same time, she leans down and sucks a nipple into your mouth. You let out a guttural groan and your hands instinctively pull against the cuffs, wanting to pull at her hair or touch her or anything.
But you’re completely at her mercy.
She pulls back up and shifts her knee away, but before you can protest, her hand slips between your legs and finds your clit. Her fingers slip off of it at first because of how wet you are, but then she’s able to get a good rhythm of circling it. The knife draws back down to your boob and she orbits your nipple with it.
“Please—fuck—it feels so good,” you babble. “God—oh—”
Two of her fingers slide into your pulsing cunt and you go silent.
“You like this so much, don’t you?” she taunts. “I could do anything I wanted to you right now and you’d let me? You’re such a good slut.”
The only thing you can do is nod and say something unintelligible. She smirks like she knows exactly what you’re trying to say.
Her fingers curl and find the right spot and her thumb strokes your clit roughly. You’re all too aware of the knife edge pressing against your breast, not hard enough to cut, but it still stings.
It only makes you wetter. Your pussy clenches hard around her fingers and your hips buck but she tuts and then she pulls out of you.
“Look at this mess you made,” she coos and holds up her fingers in the light. The knife pushes deeper and your vision blurs. There’s absolutely nothing in your head right now. “I need you to be a good girl for mommy and clean me up.”
“But I…” you stammer, the ache in your cunt the worse it’s ever been.
Her hand drops back down and lazily plays with your wetness, spreading it all over your folds and your clit while you pant hotly. “Don’t worry about that,” she says. “Mommy knows what you need.”
Biting her lip and watching you closely, she continues to toy with you while she slowly drags the knife down your body. You crane your neck and watch as it leaves a faint red line. She’s not breaking the skin, but it’ll serve as a reminder of what she did to you.
You’re about to ask what she’s doing when she gets to right before your pussy, but then she turns the knife over so the hilt is faced toward you and you know.
“What color are you?” she asks and takes her hand away from you so you can think clearly.
“So fucking green,” you gasp and she nods approvingly.
She wipes her hand on your thigh, getting your tattoo all wet, and then places the handle at your entrance. You watch with wide eyes as she starts to push it in slowly and your mouth drops open.
She sees the opportunity and takes it—she stuffs the two fingers that were just inside you into your mouth as she gets the hilt all the way inside you.
“Fuck yourself on my knife, pet,” she orders and you clench around it involuntarily. Your hips start to buck, riding it, taking it as far as you can, as you suck on her fingers. She pushes them deeper and you gag for a few seconds before she pulls them out. Spit drips down your chin and she leans over to sink her teeth into your shoulder.
“Oh my god,” you breathe. The pleasure is almost too overwhelming with the knife inside of you and your hands tied up and her mouth marking you.
She sits back up and you groan but then her other hand pinches your nipple before moving down to rub at your clit. She’s now fucking into you with the handle, meeting your thrusts, and your head falls back weakly.
“Once you cum all over my knife, I’m going to breed you,” she says, voice strained with desire, and your breath hitches. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum while you clean your mess off of this knife and then I’ll hold it against your throat so you can’t do anything except take it.”
Pleasure is building in your cunt, more intense than almost any other time, and you feel tears pricking in your eyes. You look down at the criss-crossed lines all over your chest, a reminder of who you belong to. “Please, I want that so bad,” you whine. You’re frantically moving your hips now, chasing the high that you’re so desperately close to.
“Soon, babygirl,” she promises. “But first I want to watch you cum on my knife. Can you be a good girl and give me that?”
“I can,” you tell her earnestly, your cunt clenching around the knife. “I’m so close—can I cum?”
Her grin is wicked and you think for a second she might not let you. But then, “Go ahead, sweetheart.” She puts her mouth on you again, flicking your nipple with her tongue and then sucking hard, and presses hard on your clit with one hard thrust.
You fall apart immediately and everything almost goes black. The pressure in your cunt is gone but the ache still dwells and you know that you’re not anywhere close to being satiated.
She pulls the handle out slowly and your pussy clenches around nothing, immediately missing being stretched out around something. She moves back and leans down to press a chaste kiss against your clit and your hips jerk up.
“Good girl,” she purrs and it’s all you can do to murmur a breathless, “Thank you, mommy.” Her cheeks are flushed and she looks dishealeved—you’re certain you do too. “You look absolutely ruined,” she says, smirking.
“I wonder why,” you retort and your voice is raspy.
She takes you in again, all of the marks and scratches and your twitching legs, and is delighted. “I’m going to go get you some water before anything else. Don’t go anywhere.”
It’s teasing, but you still pull at the handcuffs again to remind her that you can’t go anywhere. She laughs and gets off the bed and goes out of the room, the wet knife laying right next to you in the bed.
Can you write alcoholic Agatha where she tries to change for reader? With a lot of angst, some smut and a happy ending? Reader could be the first person who believes in her change
Thank you ❤️ I love your stories
I've been meaning to write this one for awhile and I'm finally getting around to working on it! I don't write a lot of angst but I enjoy it a lot when I do and I think this one will be quite angsty. Here's a little sneak peek for "Wish You Were Sober". Not sure when it'll be done, but hopefully soon!
The smell hits you right as you open the door and your stomach sinks just as fast. It’s thick and heavy and lingering and you hate the visceral reaction you’ve developed towards it.
As you make your way down the hallway, your eyes keep jumping to the sources of the smell—empty, half-crushed beer cans littered on the floor, a trail of breadcrumbs leading you right into the living room. One…two…three…you stop counting after seven.
A bitter laugh bursts out of your throat before you can stop it and your knuckles clench around your phone, your phone that lit up earlier with a text from your girlfriend saying, Tonight is going to be all about you, baby. I promise.
And yet, not really to your surprise, your girlfriend is passed out on her side on the couch, strands of her dark hair loose from her ponytail and almost touching the floor, while her hand holds a bottle loose against her slow-rising stomach. Agatha’s flannel is disheveled and slightly open and her gray pants are splattered with wet droplets, probably from her sloshing her drinks as she got progressively drunker.
You should’ve known better to think, to hope, that things would’ve been different.
