So I've made a start on my fics for @aaa22kisses and submitted my first one today! Here's what to expect (sorry I haven't thought of titles for two of them yet! 🙈)
Day 5: Bridge of Nose/Fondness
Lilia Calderu & Werewolf Reader 🐺 (H&C, fluff, SFW) (WIP)
Day 8: Throat/Desire
'Love Bite' Agatha Harkness x Vampire Reader 🧛🏻♀️ (smut, NSFW) (WIP)
Day 9: Nape of Neck/Attachment
'House Rules' Lilia Calderu x Girlfriend Reader 🧼 (flirty, fluff, SFW) (COMPLETE)
Day 18: Hip/Restriction
Agatha Harkness x Witch Reader 🧙🏻♀️ (angst, smut, NSFW) (WIP)
Sorry for disappearing yet again. Life has been crazy hectic, but I've been itching to finally, finally get this next chapter finished. It's been a labour of love that's taken me months. Good news is that a good chunk of chapter 56 is already written, so I promise I won't keep you waiting half as long for the next one.
Everyone say thank you to @agathaspett for helping put together the visuals for this chapter, and to @grilledcheeseandguavajelly for being the best beta a gal could ask for. 🖤
Please check the new tags, enjoy (yet another) playlist, and I hope this makes up for the big bad director's absence.
On with the show...
✨ 🎥 🪄
…everything.
That’s the first thing you see when your eyes crack open the next morning.
Because Tuesday arrives in soft, tender, merciful blue.
Not the bright white of Malibu, or the colourless nothing of the void, or the grey of every morning you woke up alone.
It’s all blue. Blue glow from somewhere you can’t place yet. Blue eyes that find yours before you’re fully awake.
She stayed.
You stir in the sheets, reaching on instinct for the woman you dreamed of all night. For the woman your body has reached for every morning for 10 days and never once found. For the arm that was draped over your waist when you fell asleep and the heartbeat your ear was pressed to when you begged her to stay.
But she’s not there.
Not like that, at least.
Instead, you soon realise Agatha is sat up in your bed, propped against your pillows at your headboard, with your Mitski tee still on her body and her oversized reading glasses perched on the end of her perfect nose. She’s bathed in the blue glow of her laptop, busying herself in the dark with whatever directors busy themselves with when the rest of the world is still asleep.
And even in your sleepy stupor, you catch the exact moment her eyes flick from you then back to the screen. Quick enough to be casual. Not quick enough to fool a girl who’s spent months studying every micro-expression on that beautiful face.
She was watching you.
“Agatha?” you murmur groggily, blinking away the remnants of sleep.
“Morning you,” she whispers.
But that gorgeous, sleep-rasped morning voice of hers that you adore? It isn’t there, because it sounds like she’s been up for hours.
And she looks it, too.
She has that far-too-awake look you recognise from the last time you spent the night together. When she wouldn’t sleep—couldn’t sleep—because of you, and you’d woken up gasping in her giant four-poster bed and found blues already waiting for you in the dark.
The night she’d watched you sleep because she was terrified you’d sleepwalk into her secrets again, before she showed you the sunrise that’s been living on her home screen ever since.
You were trapped in the body of a wolf. An old curse. In the day you were a beast and in the night a witch again . You first met Agatha because you came to kill Evenora. Agatha’s mother cursed you to the body of a wolf as punishment. Where will fate take you from there?
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‘YOU LET HER OUT OF THE BASEMENT? SERIOUSLY, THE WEREWOLF IS IN THE HOUSE NOW? YOU FUCKED YOUR SITUATIONSHIP, AND NOW SHE’S GOING TO EAT US!’ Jen screamed at your wives in Bohners' kitchen. Which had no privacy, and even if they’d left the house, you’d never be able to stop the ringing in your ears from the potions witch.
Agatha’s cursing back wasn’t much better.
You felt like a rat in a cage, inside the house - outside the captive basement.
You missed the woods. A half lie, you didn’t miss a life hallucinating Rio, Nicky, and Agatha. But you certainly didn’t miss 20th-century modern homes.
‘Jen do you need a reminder of who got you all that magic back?’ Agatha threatened from the kitchen, purple magic swirling in the air.
You missed the many hours ago of bliss. Where you’d slept in between the witches so peacefully, why did it seem among witches that hours were so confusing, night you were human. Day a monster once more, how many hours had it been? How many days had you been in that basement?
‘Call her a werewolf again, and I’ll teach you what kind of Hell I can make just for you.’ Rio threatened back.
Alice's eyebrows shot up at that one.
‘Stop it. The fact remains; This isn’t safe for anyone.’ Lilia countered.
How you longed to be back upstairs; they’d been fighting for so long you were sure nothing was being solved. The bed was soft too. Happy at last, tail wagging even. But the witches came knocking, and well - your honeymoon was over.
In the living room you grew increasingly concerned.
Alice and the boy full of magic watched you, scared you’d kill them, scared you’d run.
You hated that he reminded you of your lost son. Hated that he reeked of chaos magic. The mere idea that this child was supposed to change you back was preposterous.
Alice chewed on her bottom lip, and you bit your tongue so hard blood gushed. You couldn’t lose control. Not here.
Your skin felt like a million maggots crawling. You hated being inside, the confinement yes, but the smells of bleach and fabric softener. The lights so plastic, so manmade. The only comfort was the scent of Rio and Agatha. They were close, they were your true home.
Your eyes darted to the windows, the doors; you couldn’t leave - you’d kill the whole town outside. But you were damned in here too; you’d kill the coven just as quick.
The buzz of electricity set your teeth on edge. You despised any cage.
It was a sickness to be this way.
In human form, wearing men's jeans and another Bohner T-shirt of some graphic. It was a tongue and lips; whatever it was, it was scratchy, plastic fibers and - and god you needed out.
‘WE PROMISED TO HELP - NOT GET EATEN!’
‘Jen calm down, we just need our plan-‘ the old ‘fortune teller’ attempted only to be talked over again.
You close your eyes as tight as possible, toes curling on the hardwood; it wasn’t your paws.
You try so hard to ignore the scent of the adolescent. He swallowed, and you could smell him - the blood pumping, sweat dripping down his shoulder.
You could so easily bite down and his body would break, a meal in moments. The blood list made you clench your fists.
You twist away from the boy, gazing at anything to distract you. Thats when you see it - staring blankly at the painting above the fireplace.
“God Bohner has the worst art taste. Are they eating that animal?” Billy naively asked awkwardly - needing to fill the void.
You stopped breathing as you stared deeply into the painting. Mesmerized with more than the two young witches could possibly understand l.
The painting didn’t belong to the man whose clothes you were wearing.
You were a story told for centuries. In books, paintings and songs.
“Cheery little drawing isn’t it?” Alice murmured over your shoulder as you stared at the printing of the oil painting you knew too well.
“Frans Snyders' painting of Wolves Devouring a Horse.” You said and suddenly felt very far away from Rio and Agatha.
“The blood looks uh, really bloody,” Alice whispers, uncomfortable.
“Kinda dramatic, right?” Billy laughs, and there’s something a little pitiful about the noise.
You stare into the wolf's eyes.
“No, actually. That’s exactly how it looks. A hunt, the devouring of an innocent animal by a beast. Hot on blood lust, gone all thought of right and wrong. Only a deep need being realized, the breaking of the pimply skin. Flesh pulled and torn from muscle, as bone crunches like twigs. Snapping over and over as heat rises out of the open cavity. The underbelly swelling and bursting. There is nothing more primal, nothing more disappointing.” You muse not remembering that you are speaking with your outside voice now.
“We gotta get you out more,” Alice says to you, but your eyes focus on the eyes of the dying horse. The red on his white fur contrasting the rest of the pallet.
“Didn’t take you for an art girlie.” Billy tried to joke; you didn’t move a single muscle.
“I can’t stay here. Put me back down in the basement.” You panicked, the painting telling you too much about yourself.
Memories, folklore, stories of a beast so disgusting it would eat an infant out of its mother's stomach.
You're walking backwards, anxious pup that you were towards the basement.
Rio came around the corner and you dodged her, heading for the basement door when you stopped -
Then yelped like a hound with a smacked nose.
“Does she normally do that?” Alice questioned, and you twisted over your shoulder to see….your tail? Being stepped on by Rio.
“No, no, no,-“ you panicked. It’s happening; you are losing control. You can’t change back - You’re a monster who’s always going to be this way!
“Sweet paws, it’s daylight saving time. It’s okay, breathe.” Death tells you, and you can’t believe how you'd forgotten such an obvious thing.
Your skin breaks open around your fingers; you look down to see fur sprouting out.
Daylight saving time, right.
But now you are in a normal house - your shoulder breaks apart, and you bump into one of the walls. The wood breaks and the tail under Death's foot grows two feet in length.
“Get Billy out of here!” You shout and your knees break open; you fall to the ground.
The turning is never kind, but you’d break this home and everyone in it soon enough.
Alice grabs him by the front of his shirt and just about throws him out the door. The other two are taking entirely too long to run are watching in horror.
“Shows over!” Agatha shouts at them, in that salty sense of humor she has.
Jen and Calderu are hand in hand, running for the door.
But as the last of your human skin, muscle, and fat fall to the floor.
You let out a roar deep and carnal enough that it makes the whole house shake.
“Moving moving!” Lilia is chanting as she gets outside.
Your nails break the wooden floor; your mind clouds. It’s not your fault; you resemble that stupid painting. Lust for carnage that could never be satiated.
Agatha and Rio both try to speak. But it was too late, you’d gone too long without a the outdoors, without the chase…without a new meal.
You no longer had control.
The front door was open.
It’s was time to eat.
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Mommy Agatha who punishes you by forcing you to wear nipple clamps. Sometimes it’s only for 5 minutes, if your a really bad girl she make you wear them for 1 hour. You’ll beg every time.
“Mommy please I’m so so sorry mommy” you beg on your knees pulling at her trousers. She looks down and pets your head “hon you should have thought about that before you where such a naughty girl”
Plot: a welcomed reminder who you actually belong to
Warnings: smut, praise kink, 18+, additional warnings to be added
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You clear your throat weakly. “I’m just gonna... uh... put my apron in the back.”
Neither of them answers immediately. Rio’s eyes flick once to the crumpled phone number still trapped in your fingers, then back to your face. "Okay, darling."
You practically flee behind the counter, Mia thankfully occupied by a customer in the back of the cafe.
The back room is dim and cramped, smelling faintly of coffee grounds and cleaning supplies. Your hands shake slightly while you untie your apron, your pulse still pounding from the way they looked at you out there.
Possessive. Hungry.
You barely get the apron onto its hook before the back door opens again.
Rio steps inside first and Agatha follows quietly behind her. The tiny room suddenly feels even smaller.
Your breath catches when Rio locks the door behind them without taking her eyes off you.
You instinctively take a small step backward. Rio follows immediately. Another step. Another... until the back of your thighs hit the metal prep table behind you and you're trapped.
Rio plants her hands on either side of you, boxing you in without actually touching you yet. The restraint somehow affects you more than if she had grabbed you outright.
“Baby,” she says quietly. “A phone number?”
“I didn’t ask for it.”
“I know. But you smiled at her,” Rio murmurs.
Your face burns instantly. “I smile at customers.”
Rio laughs softly under her breath like you just said something unbearably cute.
Agatha steps closer then, slow and graceful as ever. “I truly don’t think she understands what she did.”
“No,” Rio agrees, eyes still locked on yours. “I don’t think she does either.”
Your heartbeat pounds louder.
Agatha reaches up and smooths your hair back gently from your face. The tenderness nearly undoes you immediately.
“Poor little thing,” she murmurs softly. “She thought she was just being friendly.”
You swallow hard.
Rio finally touches you then. Her hands slide onto your hips firmly, possessively, and your breath catches so sharply it almost embarrasses you.
Agatha smiles softly at you like she can see every thought unraveling in your head one by one. “She didn’t know better,” she says calmly to Rio, though her eyes never leave yours. “No one explained it properly.”
Rio hums low in her throat. “Mhm.”
Agatha’s thumb brushes lightly across your cheek. “You didn’t know that once you belong to us…” she says gently, “you don’t go collecting phone numbers from strangers anymore.”
Your knees nearly buckle from the gentleness, from the possessiveness, from the way they're talking to you as if you were a dumb little girl.
“Look at her,” Rio murmurs to Agatha, but her eyes run all over you. She watches the way your thighs press together, the way you knuckles turn almost white as you hold onto the edge of the table, the way you breath comes out shakily...
You try to speak, but nothing useful comes out. Not with the arousal clouding your senses.
Rio squeezes your hips and you let out a soft whimper.
Agatha’s expression turns unbearably fond. “Sweet thing,” she coos quietly. “You’re getting all worked up now, aren’t you?”
You shake your head automatically even while your entire body betrays you.
Rio laughs once. “Liar.”
“I wasn’t flirting,” you whisper weakly.
“No,” Agatha agrees soothingly. Her fingers drift slowly through your hair again. “But you liked being wanted,” she continues gently.
Maybe a little. Not more than them. Never more than them.
But the attention had felt warm and surprising and easy in a way your anxious brain rarely allows.
Your silence gives you away completely.
Rio’s left hand moves up, fingers softly grasping your throat, not squeezing, just being there.
You let out a shaky breath at that and automatically lean closer to her.
Rio doesn't meet you, though, she keeps you by your throat at a short distance, not allowing you to kiss her. And as Agatha gathers your hair in her hand and grabs them to force you to look at them, Rio squeezes gently. Both sensations go straight to your lower belly and you moan.
Both of them go very still.
The humiliation of how easily they affect you sends another wave of heat through your body.
“You hear that?” Rio murmurs quietly to Agatha. “She likes this.”
Agatha smiles at you with devastating softness. “I think she likes belonging to us very much.”
You cannot think properly anymore.
Every word they say settles deep beneath your skin like something claimed.
Rio leans in close enough that her breath brushes your jaw. “Tell me something, baby.” She pushes one leg between yours and your hips immediately roll, but she doesn't pay any attention to that.
You blink at her hazily.
“When that girl touched you and gave you her number…” Rio says softly, “what did you think was gonna happen?”
Your stomach twists violently. "I didn't... I didn't think."
And then Agatha is there again, in her softness, leaning closer to kiss your cheek softly, then pressing her own cheek against you, looking at Rio. "See, she didn't think." She leans away again, her hand in your hair sending pulsing sensations through your scalp. "She's still our good girl."
Rio hums, searching in your face for something, for a green light maybe, to see that all of this is alright with you and you're not internally panicking, but it seems like all she can find is how incredibly aroused you are by their demonstrations and words.
“We'll see about that,” Rio says.
You make another helpless sound and Rio's hand leaves your neck and slides down and up your back, her leg still unmoving, just firmly planted between yours, her thigh pressed against your center.
“Hey,” she murmurs. “Easy.”
Agatha presses a gentle kiss against your temple. “You’re alright, little one.”
The tenderness only makes things worse, even though it is their way of letting you know that this is only play, that they're not really seriously mad.
Your thoughts feel thick now, though, drowned beneath affection and the dizzy warmth curling low in your stomach.
Rio tilts your chin up carefully. “What are we gonna do with you?” she asks softly.
You stare at her helplessly and then the answer is right there, shining in your eyes, yet you whisper it immediately, "remind me".
Rio curses under her breath at your wanton voice. "Do you really want that?"
You nod.
Agatha strokes your cheek soothingly. “Use your words, pretty girl.”
Your pulse pounds so hard it hurts.
Rio and Agatha stand impossibly close around you now, surrounding you completely with warmth and attention and possession until there is barely room left for coherent thought.
And somewhere beneath all the embarrassment and arousal and aching affection is one terrible, beautiful truth: You want this. You want them to claim you. To make you feel small, but theirs.
"I want you to remind me that I'm yours," you say, your voice shaking. "Please." Your hips give another roll, as if you couldn't help yourself, and Rio growls softly now, feeling the heat radiating off you.
Agatha’s hand leaves your hair and brushes against cheeks, across your lips which part at the touch. “Of course you are ours, baby."
Ours.
"God, look at that face," Rio murmurs to Agatha and you know exactly what you look like right now. Flushed. Wanton. Completely undone by them. And they haven't even properly touched you yet.
"Please," you whisper again and your hips move involuntary.
Rio looks half feral and Agatha's eyes are so impossibly dark you think they might just claim you right there, right now, but at that moment there is a loud sound from outside the door, and that breaks the spell.
"Not here," Agatha says. "Let's take you home."
Home. Home home home.
~~~
The drive home feels endless.
Rio keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other flexing occasionally against her thigh like she is restraining herself from reaching back for you. The tension radiating off her fills the entire car.
Agatha sits beside you in the backseat again, one hand smoothing slowly through your hair while the other rests against your knee.
Rio catches your eyes in the mirror. “When we get home,” she says calmly, “you’re going upstairs to wait for us.”
Your pulse jumps immediately.
“Yes, Rio.”
She grips the steering wheel more firmly at your obedience.
~~~
You splash cold water on your face twice before finally giving up on trying to calm down. It doesn’t help. Your reflection still looks flushed and wide-eyed, your pulse still fluttering hard beneath your skin every time you replay what happened in the backroom.
Ours.
The word keeps pressing on you, in a safe and comforting way, and maybe that's what makes you lower yourself onto your knees beside the bed.
The bedroom door opens quietly a few minutes later.
It's Agatha, alone. Her entire expression softens the moment she sees you kneeling there.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs.
Heat floods your face immediately.
Agatha closes the door gently behind her before crossing the room toward you, slow and graceful and entirely unthreatening despite the way your pulse spikes harder with every step.
“There’s my sweet girl,” she coos softly as she settles on the bed in front of you and gently catches your chin in her fingers.
The praise settles deep in your chest.
You look up at her, almost devoted.
“Look at you,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing patterns along your jaw, around your lips. “Waiting so nicely for us.”
You lean into the touch before you can stop yourself.
Agatha smiles warmly at the reaction and presses a kiss against your forehead.
“Mhm.” Her thumb brushes slowly across your cheek. “Poor thing. You didn't know what to do today when someone else wanted your attention, right?”
“I didn’t want her,” you whisper quickly, a bit of defiance slipping in your tone.
Agatha narrows her eyes. “I know, sweetheart."
Then the bedroom door opens again and Rio walks in.
Her gaze lands on you kneeling on the floor in front of Agatha and she actually stops moving for half a second.
“Jesus Christ,” she mutters under her breath.
Your stomach twists hard.
Agatha glances back at her calmly. “She’s being very sweet.”
Rio closes the door behind her. “Is she?”
You can already hear the dangerous amusement creeping into her voice.
Agatha keeps stroking your hair soothingly. “She didn't think about what she was doing.”
Rio walks closer slowly. “Mhm.”
You flutter your eyes at Rio. "I really didn't." You are slipping into something else, some fuzzy part of you that is only accessible when you're around them, and you don't have it in you to slip out of it, nor do you want to.
Rio's eyes drag slowly over you. “There’s something else too,” she says softly.
Agatha tilts her head. “Oh?”
“She’s being a brat.”
Heat explodes through your body, your mind partially clouded as the words and the implication of the words suddenly overwhelms you. “I’m not,” you mumble weakly.
Rio laughs quietly. “Baby.”
Agatha caresses the top of our head. “Maybe just a little.”
You look up at Rio then. And maybe yes, maybe there is something slightly provoking in the way you look at her. Wide-eyed. Flushed. Wanting. Asking for the fire in you to be put out.
And you know Rio will do that, you know that both of them will, because even though you still cannot believe they have chosen you, you know them enough to know how much effect you have on them.
"I just talked to a nice customer."
"Nice?"
"She was quite nice," you shrug and look up to see Rio's reaction. Her jaw tightens theatrically and you fight the urge to smile which she notices, of course.
"There is that look," Rio says, more to Agatha than to you. "I think she enjoys seeing us jealous."
You blink innocently and Agatha laughs. "I think she likes how possessive we are, isn't that right, little thing?"
Rio sits down next to Agatha and before you can overthink it, you slowly reach out for her hand and guide it upward carefully to place it against your throat.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Agatha says warmly. “You absolutely want to be punished.”
You do not move Rio’s hand away, but you place your hands back on your thighs. Rio’s fingers flex once lightly against your neck, not squeezing, just feeling your pulse race beneath her palm. “Look at her,” Rio murmurs hoarsely. “She’s practically trembling.”
You are. Rio studies your face for a long moment. Then finally asks, voice low enough to make your entire body ache: “And how exactly should we remind you who you belong to?”
"I... I don't..." You didn't think this far ahead and right now you're not able to think.
Rio suddenly stands up, taking you up with her, her hand still around your throat. Agatha moves behind you. They move as if they were communicating in their minds, or as if they already planned this.
"Should we edge you again and again and not let you come for hours so that when the orgasm finally comes, you know who you belong to?"
Rio's words have an immediate affect on you and you don't hide your shock, but it doesn't frighten you, it excites you and your breathing gets even more shaky.
Agatha, who's standing behind you, grabs the hem of your shirt and starts pulling it up, her nails dragging on your naked back. "Well, that would be just cruel."
You look at Rio, who puts her hand down, so that Agatha can take your shirt off along with your sports bra, before she puts the hand back.
"Or maybe me and Agatha should fuck and just leave you here, standing, watching... not being able to join."
You're fully trembling now, when Agatha's hands sneak up around you to cup your breasts. "Would be devastating," she whispers into your ear, pressing her clothed front to your very naked back, her fingers playing with your nipples.
You moan and slightly arch your back.
Rio's other hand slips down to the edge of your pants. "Baby, when this all gets too much, you say 'stop', okay?"
You nod eagerly.
Agatha continues fondling your breasts while Rio gets down on her knees, grabbing your pants and dragging them down. When they pool around your ankles, she helps you step out of them and once you do so, her hands run up your legs until finally, finally reach where you need her the most.
“Who do you belong to?” she asks softly, looking up at you.
The question alone nearly undoes you and you buckle your hips when her fingers runs across your heated center.
Agatha kisses your shoulder. “Answer her, sweetheart”
“You,” you whisper shakily.
"Now now," Rio says, taking your panties slowly down, and then pushing your legs apart. "Say it properly."
"I..." You have to take a deep breath. "I belong to you."
Rio spreads your folds and you whimper. "So wet, just from being claimed."
Agatha tightens her grip around you because you are this close to falling down, your knees weak, and then even weaker when Rio dips her finger inside and slides into you.
“And what happens,” Rio asks slowly, curling her finger inside of you before adding another one easily, “when strangers flirt with you?”
Your thoughts scatter completely. You moan again, Rio's fingers in you and Agatha's fingers softly pinching your nipples are making your mind hazy.
Agatha kisses your neck and then bites down. “Poor sweetheart,” she coos. “She couldn't think today and she cannot think now."
“She will answer,” Rio says calmly.
You swallow hard. “I don’t…” Your voice catches.
Rio moves up and down and you roll your hips, letting your head fall against Agatha's shoulder.
“You don’t what?”
“I don’t want them,” you whimper finally.
"No?"
You shake your head weakly.
“Who do you want then?”
“You.”
And then Rio moves and her mouth is on your clitoris while her fingers keep curling inside of you so deliciously you don't even hide the sounds that leave your mouth. Agatha keeps holding you, biting and licking and kissing every piece of skin she can reach, surely making love bites there.
When you come, shaking, you look down and see Rio licking her fingers and you know you are theirs, in every sense of the word and you don't ever want to be someone else's.
"Good girl," Agatha says with a final kiss on your shoulder.
Rio stands up and kisses you, firmly, possessively. "Get on the bed, sweetie. We're not done."
You scramble immediately and lay down, waiting for whatever comes next.
You watch Agatha take off her clothes, placing them neatly folded on a chair, you watch her climb up beside you, kissing you gently.
“So pretty tonight,” she murmurs.
There is no place for anxiety in your mind at all, your whole mind screams Agatha Rio Agatha Rio.
And then Rio reappears, wearing a dildo between her legs, and you audibly swallow.
"Are you okay with this?" Rio asks.
You nod eagerly. "Yes, but..."
They both look at you, stopping whatever they were doing, and once again a sense of safety floods through you.
"Whatever you want, baby, just tell us," Agatha reassured you, stroking your head.
"I want to feel you both," you confess quietly, looking from Agatha to Rio and see the glance they exchange.
"That can be arranged," Agatha says and then Rio sits between your legs, rubbing the tip of her cock through your folds and before you can react to that, Agatha moves in one swift move over you and settles herself on top of you, her glistening center right above your face.
You don't know what makes you crazy more, the sight above you or the way Rio slowly pushes into you.
You get lost in both of them - in Agatha's scent and taste, in the way she starts moaning when you work your tongue, in the way she grabs the headboard to steady herself, in Rio's thrusts, in her hands digging into your hips, in the way her thighs meet yours every time she moves...
You make Agatha come first, she's still shaking when she climbs off you and lays down next to you, holding you, kissing you, while Rio pounds into you.
And then when you finally come, it's with a moan accompanied by the word "yours!"
