Probie Needs Pain (Chp2)
@agathaspuppy Requested :Reader belongs to agathario in a cnc way that's fun and depraved. They're madly in love while they defile each other's bodies type vibe! So many Kinks🖤🪢🔫🚨⭐️ Hope you like it! _ READ CHP 1 HERE! |CHP3 HERE
Warnings: 8k word count, Mommy & Daddy Kink / Consensual Non Consent / Rough Sex / Fuck until Safe Word / Murder Plot / Forced Cum / Unprotected Sex / Toxic Jealousy and Posseiveness at first but not forever I promise / Endgame AGRioReader / Jealousy / Protective / Detective Reader x Detective Harkness x FBI Agent Vidal / BDSM instead of Therapy / NYPD Homocide / G!P Ag & Rio / Agatha Bullying Reader / Oral Sex Penis / 18+
The evidence shelf shook as your pants were to your knees, your hands gripping the metal as Rio drove her cock into you.
“Fuck, Daddy no.” You ‘try’ to move away only for the strong latina to pin your body tight against the shelf. Making a box full of drugs fall over, but quickly cutting into your hip bone.
Making it impossible for you to wiggle away.
“You thought you could tell me no? ¿Creíste que podías escapar de papá?” Rio switches to spanish as her left hand slaps your ass cheek too loud for your secret sex on the job.
Somehow Rio had gotten you to break your rule, not exactly a healthy trait in your hook up relationship.
But it was so early, no one was around, Harkness wasn’t even in yet.
You’d wanted to see what sort of money laundering the FBI was stringing with your case. Rio agreed to show it to you, and somehow she managed to get you in a dark spot of the dim stale backroom.
A spot no camera sat, with your hair yanked back and her palm slapping your bare cunt as she told you how easy you were.
“Rio-” You gasp as her bare cock pushed tight against your cervix, the angel causing you to gasp and moan cruedly without your own consent.
Just as you both liked it.
But the veins in Rio’s forearm were bulging as she manipulated her way into you bare once more.
A game you two seemed to be playing - you saying no, getting angry as she busted load after load inside of you.
Rio had stopped masturbating entirely, letting her balls swell until your thighs opened for her once more.
You’d get angry, until Rio pushed you open again and took you as you ‘fought her.’
Daddy was getting close to finding your breeding kink, you tried so hard to hide.
But everytime the FBI agent forced you, she hadn’t heard your safe word….and that was the only thing that would make Vidal stop filling your womb to the brim.
She grunted in the police station dusty room speaking spanish so fast you couldn’t begin to understand it. But knew it to be words she wanted to tell your sick slutty soul, not your ears.
“Te vas a tragar la polla de papá como una buena chica, o te haré daño.” Rio’s bit of Puerta Rican accent rolled hard on those r’s. As her grinding into you was filthy.
She lifted your leg up onto the shield and now the sound of wet suction and skin slapping was too loud for anyone passing by to not notice.
You are about to push your leg back to kick Rio but she’s been hooking up with you too long. She’s your Daddy now.
She grabs your thigh hard enough that it instantly bruises and aches, you love it.
You attempt to wiggle but Rio’s balls slap so hard against you, it could be a brand.
You gasp but know the grunt behind you, mixed with her shaft becoming milky from it’s ropes of semen releasing inside of you.
You go to ‘yank away’ from Rio’s morning load, that seemed to be your everymorning now, only for her to move her hands to both sides of your neck and squeeze.
You lose your breath and your eyes roll back as your body goes slack and you gush your own cum as she spreads her swimming Rio’s all inside of your womb.
You forget to breathe when Rio does release you as you’ve held your breath cumming so hard around her shaft, the sensation of it bare inside of you too raw - too good.
When Rio flips you to face her she rubs her knuckles into your sternum hard like a doctor and it brings you out of your gorgeous subbie fog.
You wince at the sensation but Rio puts a hand over your mouth before you can yell at her.
The sound of agent Hill talking to Danvers has you going pale under her hold.
But Rio isn’t lifting your pants to hide you, she reaches her free hand down and fists her cock like she’s masturbating.
But you realize just like taking a leak and shaking it off, Rio’s making sure to milk every last drop of her seed then smearing her cummy fingers as if they were dirty against your labia.
You glare at her and she gives you a mischievous smirk. Then moves the salty cum coated fingers into your mouth, you have no choice but to hold her semen fingers against your tongue to not make noise.
Tasting all of what your Daddy made for you.
Rio lies this it seems, as you give her death stare, you hear Hill say something about being in the newspaper and how many bodies were they going to need to find before a good break in the case.
“A week later, and the Darcy’s still hasn’t gotten to see her daughter’s corpse.”
You push Rio’s shoulder causing her to be confused, as she wasn’t paying attention to the two speaking.
Her post sex high being ruined as she didn’t understand why you were this upset.
Not normal ‘you’re my territory to mark’ and ‘fuck you’ like afterwards. But really upset, Rio twists to see if the two cops heard the scuffle.
But you’re bending over to pick up your pants, as Rio fists her cock back in her slacks and zips up.
You buckle your belt and angrily leave out the back door, just as the FBI agent grabs the doorhandle and closes it softly behind you both.
Not wanting to get caught and have to explain.
You’re speed walking angry as hell that you allowed Rio and yourself to do that at work.
Rio’s calling your last name out, but it doesn’t matter you go to your office trying to slam the door shut, just as Rio sticks her hand out once more to stop the sound.
Opening it to close it behind her once more, she twists to you angrily pacing.
“Hey, woah, is this sub drop whats going on?” Rio checks in, not her cocky in scene self but her soft side.
You put two hands over your face and work hard not to scream, then drop your hands. You shouldn’t eat, sleep, or fuck - you needed to solve this.
“The cash wasn’t even in there, you have it don’t you.” You normally would have been given a joke about how you were a good detective, but Rio’s afraid of how far pushing you here was going to go.
So she slowly reaches over to the sofa where her bag is and pulls out a plastic evidence bag with FBI notes and signatures, snapping open the ziplock she throws you a wod of 100’s in a plastic rubber band.
You catch it and slip one of the bills out.
Rio drops onto the sofa, leaning her hand on her palm as she watches you and waits. All the while trying to figure out how to decipher you.
You held the 100-dollar bill up to the fluorescent light, looking through it, trying to figure out how they made it this well.
Detective Harkness open the glass doors and spots you with the money. Instead of sparing you a ‘good morning’ or ‘how are you’ like a normal partner. She drops her old, duct tape wrapped, duffle bag onto the ground, near the piles of file boxes. Throwing her keys onto the desk and setting her coffee cup down.
Then glaring at you like you’d done something stupid to get it;
“When did you get the fuckin money out of evidence lock up? Scratch that how the fuck did you get this-” Agatha heard Agent Vidal clear her throat and turned to see her sitting on the sofa.
“Helps to cooperate with other agencies Aggie,” Rio smirked all smugly making Agatha irritated.
But the older cop wouldn’t miss the clue, even if she hated it.
“Is that what you call it? Cooperating?” Agatha heavily implied, ignoring the nickname she’d had to listen too with no letting up.
You rubbed the bill between your thumb and forefinger.
“It’s been a week, we looked at all of that footage, we still can’t find the hooden figure. FBI snatched up the other guy so fast-”
“Such sweet team building you guys did there.” Agatha added towards Rio who just flipped her the bird. “Tell you what, you call your scary dirty boss Val and get us to interview him, huh? Or are you just here to break HR rules and annoy?”
The detective waives her hand sarcasticly in the air as though it was all such a treat.
You ignore Agatha morning jabs at Rio, who couldn’t be upset by it all, as her ballas were empty. And your underwear was sticky with the reminder that you were very full.
Agatha opened her locker and took her badge out and over her ponytail, then she bound her hair up tighter into a bun.
Rio stayed on the sofa rolling her ankle back and forth, her heel boot moving methodically as she thought.
You traced the bill as the silence stretched.
Everyone felt like a failure in the office.
Rio couldn’t share things, but couldn’t solve the case. She was still pissed at how you’d run off to save Agatha.
Your partner - was aggravated because she hadn’t seen or heard from Pepper. No word on her, and she couldn’t put out a BOLO in case it spooked the wrong crowd into shaking the tree for her.
Bruce had purchased the property, and the plans were not in the public domain.
So none of you knew what he was buying, Tony’s money was quickly getting him out of a murder charge, as he’d posted bail for ‘agrivated assaulting an officer’ saying it was within his rights to fight back.
Trying to sue for frostbite from the soapy water and the treatment he was given by Agatha’s arrest. It was all going wonderfully as a smear campaign.
Pissing Harkness off to no end, as she screamed at the Chief who had no comment. But everyone knew that the judge was bribed, but at least Tony was on house arrest for the time being.
Though with his computer knowledge you figured it was only a matter of time before he outsmarted the little pretty anklet.
You go to rub at your face in defeat again but notice a smell, you sniff your hand, then the bill again.
Harkness plops down onto her office chair and looks at the board with it’s clear image of Darcy and the autopsy notes, The Witch giving a lobotomy. Anger fuels her as she drinks the hot coffee aggressively and turns to you, almost like she can feel a clue.
Once again reading you before you can think of it yourself.
“What?” Her voice is deep and unkind.
“What do they normally use as paper for fake money?”
Agatha answers her partner before Rio can with how long she spent working on it with the DEA. But the older detective won’t miss the chance to teach you.
“Blend, part cotton, part linen, though usually the percentage is how FBI dogss sniff it out. But the way the ink interacts with the paper too, they have to not only financially wash it. But a lot of times in busts they find huge dryers where they make the money have a sort of - texture, dirt - whatever.” Agatha finishes by swallowing more coffee, then pushing back in her office chair and eyeing the board with it’s twenty pictures of people from the video footage you all combed through.
You were still running the faces through the system, and it seemed they were ghosts.
You flip the bill over and lose the smell, before looking at the cash you placed on Agatha’s desk. The rubber band is bright, why is it bright?
“What burrow did Darcy live in?” You questioned, but not because you didn’t know, because you needed to be sure.
Agatha doesn’t need to check, as she knew too.
“Yeah, yeah, the Bronx.” Agatha’s eyes cast down to where you were looking at the rubber band.
She let out a breath not believing it, then standing up and grabbing her coat.
Rio went to stand too but Agatha leaned over and grabbed your notebook and threw it at you. Making Rio turn to see what was hurling towards you, and ignore that Agatha stashed the money that was FBI evidence into her pocket.
By the time the latina agent’s eyes find Aggie again, the deed is done.
“No backstabbing FBI allowed, sorry Dama Muerte!” Detective Harkness smirked, to the latina who ground her jaw irritated.
But you opened your drawer, grabbing your gun and badge.
Agatha’s already heading out the door swinging her jacket over her shoulders by the time you strap in and grab your own coat.
Rio digs into your forearm and leans in like it’s a secret.
“Hey, I don’t like how often you two get shot at, let me come.”
You arch an eyebrow, you might be head over heels for Rio Vidal. But you didn’t trust Agent FBI Vidal as far as you could throw her now, sure she called in for back up for you two.
But she also isn’t getting you information on the dude who you fist fought and socked Agatha in the balls.
You lean in and you can smell the dark cinnamon spicy smell of Rio’s scent, a strand of her hair falling out of her ponytail. As she leans in closer to you, like she can’t help but react to you physically.
Giving you the chance to knock her down a peg, seeing as you were going to have to walk sticky for the rest of the day.
“You know, agency joint information is contingent on each agency reciprocating. Seeing as how Val is holding a man without helping us, I think you should stay back and make coffee.” You smirk flirtatiously but also giving her a hard pill to swallow. Her ego taking a slap.
Rio’s face morphs to upset just in time for you to add, stealing your arm back.
“There’s plenty to do here, you can check out the evidence locker - I’m sure something must have fallen through the cracks.” You let the innuendo sting as you walk out.
Stringing your badge on its chain over your head you get out of the warm precinct, just as Agatha pulls the sedan up and you open your own door and climb in.
It’s not the same plates, which you notice but don’t comment on, figuring that whatever is going on with Peppers disappearance has Agatha switching plates.
You shut the cardoor and buckle in, just as Detective Harkness sighs.
“I thought you were going to listen, get rid of the bureaucratic putz and wise up. Now I got her simping in my office.”
“She did call in for backup,” you remind her hypocritcaly. As though you can’t side with either of them, always defending the other. Agatha eyes you and scoffs like that’s not a lot.
You find your phone and bring it out to look up all of the Fulton Fish Market first to see how many stands there were.
“I’m not going to warn you again, you stay away from Vidal. You keep your nose clean before I have to make decisions for you.” Harkness won’t let it go, but you aren’t listening.
“The numbers, the tiny ones on the rubber bands, I mean it’s an odd color but the numbers, what do they mean?” You ask, as Harkness shifts in her chair. As though the cab was constricting what she was really wanting to say.
But the truth was Agatha’s morning wasn’t easy, she’d dreamed of you again, and this morning smelling you and Rio mixed together was doing things to her - making it hard for her to do her god damn job.
So the wrestlessness in her seat was suppose to seem like irritation, when really she was keeping her body in check.
“Distribution, what comes in, when it comes in, theres gotta be some kind of time stamp with the numbers.” Agatha leaned to the side as she excellerated too much trying to get past the traffic of the morning.
Yanking out of her pocket the cash you two had sorta stolen from the FBI.
She sniffed the money as though she didn’t need you to explain it, Agatha was good at that now. Seeming to pick up your thread faster, you two had spent all of the week being on the same page. Doing old school police work, digging in to help each others leads.
First day you’d spent four hours looking at medical equiptment to figure out how someone found pure steel for a lobotomy. Where someone might teach the technique. What Rio said about Rodgers, but it was like everything you learned about him online was false. The more you learned the more questions you all had.
Second day you input all the surveillance footage plus Rodgers into face recognition. Still confused on Visions place in this all. But without the ability to find a last name on Vision, it was going nowhere. Who was Vision, was he the guy in the warehouse?
Rio sat on the sofa and leafed through each of the Witch’s previous victims paperwork. Sending through the FBI a way to go through their electronics, phone records, texts, trying to see what connected them all.
Third day it was as though you and Agatha were stuck on the phone with all of Peppers friends trying to find her, landlords, gym trainer. Anything to see if anyone had heard from her. Sadly the two of you came to the conclusion fast that…he woman didn’t have any true friends.
Rio was on the phone at all hours with either Val or the DEA. As Chief Strange gave over copies of the photos taken in Tony’s crack den of computers.
Agatha and you would share a glance, and it seemed to be easier and easier to speak without saying a word outloud so that Agent Vidal wouldn’t know.
Fourth day you and Harkness went through every single piece of evidence all over again. Pinning it up on a second board, trying to figure out what Bruce met Howard. Why Pepper told you all of that, how to make the connections. It was gruely and you finally peeled yourself off of the floor late in the evening.
But ever since Agatha threw a file the size of a dictionary at Rio’s face - after the warehouse incident. Rio was in both of your shit house.
Rio had apologized for not being able to share even, but Val had another idea. So she was meant ot be a double agent sitting on your sofa, as you and Agatha were trying to catch a killer.
That didn’t stop you from fucking her, but it sure put a damper on you two talking about the case.
None of you had spoken about the idea that this went higher, that there was dirty cops in this situation.
There was this invisible clock counting down in all your minds, until the next victim.
Until the case spun so out of control that it became out of your hands.
Agatha was being strange too, not cruel like before, but she wanted to know what you saw - what you thought.
You waited until Rio went to the bathroom, deep into combing over Darcy’s college photos online and Starks emails that you whispered;
“Where’s the blackberry?”
Agatha simply put her finger to her lips and shook her head.
You had no idea where it was, or why it wasn’t in evidence, except that Rio and Agatha both seemed to not be talking about it.
Which only pissed you off, that there was a deeper level of this case neither of them would talk to you about.
So while Agatha and you were not speaking to Rio, and Rio was speaking to Val. And….While Rio was fucking you, and Agatha was pissed about it, Agatha and Rio were also holding secrets from you.
The whole thing was a spiderweb of issues.
So fishy cash as a lead was a nice change of pace, at least you could follow the smell to another clue no one would understand.
Harkness weaved through traffic too hazardously, but you didn’t speak.
“You do that jiu jitsu stuff too? I mean you were quick, that and the bucket…” The older detective asked you as she came to a stop on the bridge.
“What?”
“Vidal, she does jiu jitsu, you got that guy graplin pretty good.”
“That was a week ago, why are we talking about this now?” You snapped a little too hard making Agatha’s eyebrows raise on reflex.
“You getting enough sleep, need some coffee, what?” Harkness said a little condescendingly, but that wasn’t her purpose.
“I’m good, I’m a big girl. I don’t need you playing Mommy.” You snarl back, not seeing how the name affected Agatha.
You had accidentally said it, thinking of what Hill had complimented you.
How Stark and the rest of the cops all thought you somehow belonged to the older detective.
You shifted in your seat, a bit of Rio’s cum leaked down your labia and it was still warm.
You huffed and scratched your nose with the back of your jacket, anxious to get out of this car.
But the morning traffic wouldn’t allow it, this was an all day field trip it seemed. Just like everything in New York, getting to and from a place was a journey of it’s own.
Agatha put the car in park throwing you off your game to twist to see her clear her throat and get serious.
“I’m your partner, okay - that’s way deeper then whatever you and Rio are playing hide the salami. It’s blood, it’s stone - it’s more important. I need to know everything, you eat a sandwich I shit it out. Okay, I know I was mean in the begining-”
You laughed stopping her from speaking, as you put an elbow on the cardoor and rested your chin on your hand.
“You’re kidding right, you were hell. I actually think you thought your yelling at me would catch me on fire.” You complain but Agatha isn’t moving in traffic, and with the car in park you get the feeling this conversation wasn’t avoidable.
Especially with the pointed gaze she’s giving you.
“I’m closer to you than a girlfriend, or stupid lover. Alright I need to know everything that goes through your head. All of it, every bit of it.” The detectives voice is getting louder and mroe stern.
“Why are you saying this now-”
“You getting into dangerous situations because-”
“I SAVED YOU!” You shout but she rolls her eyes quickly as though you were childish and she had it all under control.
“Probie! People are being taken, we got dirty cops, we got corruption, we have the biggest slime ball of all time Val-black ops-Allegra de Fontaine. We are in the thick of it. Now I need to know your every inch and you need to know mine, so we stay alive! So you stay-” Agatha closed her eyes for a second but you weren’t sure why she stopped.
She gulps dryly then looks back at the road, people are honking but nothing is moving, classic.
The cop seems to fall into her sentence now.
“You said you thought it was….was more than one. More than The Witch. Why, why did you say that? Was that some bullshit Rio whispered in bed, what was that?” Agatha’s lip lifted in disgust at you in bed with her but you ignore it.
“How can you think this is one person, when we have so many clues - The Witch can’t be in this many places in once. It’s….” You stop, upset with how you’re talking about this.
But then you get to the root of it, of why you ever started the idea.
“You, Rio, and me….” You start but Agatha doesn’t cut you off, if anything she’s completely invested in what you’re saying. So you huff and continue.
“That’s what made me think of it first, you two are so different and yet so similar, and how I mix with you both is so important. I thought about how it would be if….” You stop yourself before you admit it, but Agatha’s poker face breaks as her breath is held, she leans just an inch closer to you.
She’s waiting and you can’t pull back now for some fucking reason.
“If we…if we were a threesome - or” your voice cracks and so you try to cover up your first thought from the detective. It doesn’t work.
“A team, in the investigation I mean.” It’s not what you mean - but you have to make due now.
You keep speaking;
“We’d cover so much, but only if-”
“Only if we had you to calm it, to make us three work. If it was only two of us, you and Rio, me and you or Rio and I-” Agatha’s speaking words that you couldn’t imagine, but it’s just like in the office, she’s picking up your threads.
“If the ecosystem is off - chaos.” You finish.
Agatha’s smile is that when she gets an idea, she grabs her phone, pointing it at you.
“You said chaos. Chaos, that’s right, thats it probie.” Her dark hair is pulled out of her bun as she cratches her scalp and starts to push buttons in her phone to call someone.
You watch stupidly, unsure what the word chaos has to do with anything.
But she dials and puts the speaker between her ear and shoulder, taking the car off of park and reaching in between your knees to grab the siren.
You split your knees and try not to get excited as she reaches down to retrieve it.
Rolling down the window and setting the siren on the top.
It would be hell getting any new yorker to move over for her to get over the bridge, but the hood of the car is unrelenting as you practically bumper car out of there.
As Agatha speaks rapidly to someone on the phone. She doesn’t share the lead with you, seeming to need one more fact before she shares it.
You both go across every fish market in the Bronx, checking out lobster, crabs, clams and all types of fish. Holding up the rubber band to each of them, but finding no match.
It’s dark by the time you both pack it in, heading back over the bridge and back to the precinct.
You hear Chief is going to do another news release for people to try and stay calm at this time.
But as you and Agatha walk into the precinct, all the cops are gathered around a TV. Perps even leaning around corners to see the TV as the volume is turned all the way up.
The world was watching.
Strange, Val, and CIA Everett Ross, with his stupid facial hair - all of them standing there and not asking any questions of value. Giving out false assuring, hoping not to lose their positions before the year is out.
Harkness doesn’t even slow to see the TV, she heads straight to the back office.
You slugishly catch up, just as she is groaning and checking out how the office is in shambles.
Or what Agatha decides as shambles, but in truth all of the boxes were organized, everything cleaned up, and notes in yellow sticky are on the board.
“The loca bitch wants to drive me nuts. She does this on purpose.” Detective Harkness complained picking up her waist basket to see what the FBI agent threw away.
You notice the sticky notes and take your jacket off slowly as you read each one.
It seemed Rio had been hard at work filling in bits, stuff you weren’t sure were in the DEA case or FBI case, stuff she was thinking too. You reached out to take one off.
It had a small drawing, a pretty good one of the cash and all the little things about it.
Then there was a paper on your desk of a drawing, a sketch of the man you’d tackled. Rio did these hyper realistic drawings while you’d been gone?
“You want coffee?” Harkness offered throwing you off for a moment, after so long getting it for her.
“Nah, no, I wanna see if I can put this in the system?” You hold up the drawing and the detective seems not even a little shocked about Rio’s ability, she just nods once then leaves the office.
But first you sit back at your desk, taing out your notebook to make a list of all the fish joints you went to. Pondering what ‘chaos’ had to do with anything.
But you hear a yell and something break, jerking out of your chair you run across the office. Always an officer ready for a fight, you see two people entering the break room. The crowd watching the press conference having completely broken up.
Chief would be back in the next five minutes, but officers were now gathering to get in and see what was going on.
You head over and practically have to elbow to get inside.
Sure enough your gut had been right - welcome chaos.
Just a bit offbalance, and these two brilliant agents were fighting.
You push through the crowd to get into the front to see Rio using her jiu jitsu skills to headlock and grapple with Agatha on the floor. But her eye was already swollen and her cheek bleeding from the force of your parnters right hook.
While Agatha’s matching wound on her mouthwas bleeding, whatever she’d said pissed Rio the fuck off.
Two chairs were thrown over and they were rolling on the floor fighting like it was proving a point.
Cops weren’t breaking it up, if anything you saw two of them hand a guy money to make bets.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” You yelled at the two of them, but they didn’t hear you - or simply didn’t care. You stumbled over a broken bunch of coffee cups that were older than you.
Until you got to the two of them. You tried to inch between them only to get shoved out of the way. Just as Agatha lifted Rio by her throat against the fridge but Rio used the moment to hit your partner right in the gut as hard as she could, bu then effectively lifted up to her ribs.
“You kissed my girlfriend.” Rio’s rage peaked as she looked ready to break more of the cops bones.
Harkness lost all breath and stumbled, only for Rio to grab the back of her head and slam it into the fridge door, effectively crunching her nose.
But Agatha recovered too quickly, having broken her nose too many times to care.
“You keep fuckin her and I’ll make your nickname a reality. You can’t hide behind the badge. I’ll ruin you.” Agatha spit blood onto the floor. Making a group of the cops back up more. Using Rio’s nickname of Death against her seemed to bring a chill into the station kitchen.
The detective turned her shoulder to launch backwards using the force of her skull to the front of Rio’s face, effectively shattering her nose too and throwing
Rio off guard long enough for her to to grab the FBI agent's arm.
Lifting her onto the detective's back and throwing them wrestling style onto one of the kitchen tables.
You could hear the pop of her shoulder dislocating, but she used her non-dominant hand to grab Agatha by the back of the neck and use her weight to throw the detective off balance and onto the table.
You’d seen Rio get so into a sexy kinky moment - where she’d accidently switches to Spanish. Hell it happened just this morning, but you didn’t realize it happened in angry moments like this. You couldn’t follow what Vidal was saying. Not with how fast she was speaking it at Agatha.
“Nunca conocerás su amor. Es demasiado inteligente para enamorarse de ti como yo lo hice. ¡No permitiré que cometa ese error! No te atrevas a besarla nunca más.” Rio says with enough venom to make even you worried.
To your surprise, Harkness answers in Spanish back;
“¡Qué llorón eres! ¿Y si ella me quiere a mí, eh?” She grabs Rio’s wrist to pop it out but Rio wrenches her two fingers back so hard you are sure you hear a snap.
Comically as if by some strange twist of fate, or maybe just basic laws of gravity.
Their bodies on the small table finally take it’s toll.
Thus breaking the legs of the food stained small lunch furniture. Causing it to splinter under the two of their force, crumbling to the ground next to broken mugs and spilled coffee.
You hoped they were done but watched as Rio’s mixed martial arts skills only gave her the advantage on the ground. Which under normal circumstances, she’d win, especially with an older beat cop. But Agatha wasn’t just a good with a gun, she was scrappy as fuck. So when Rio went to marceloplata lock which she’d normally dominate the fight with. Too bad Agatha was a smart opponent, taking her back arm, finding something on the ground, in this case a ballpoint pen and stabbing it into Rio’s dislocated shoulder.
Causing her to yell in pain and then punch Agatha’s throat constricting her airways. Just enough to have her roll off the broken table and stand. Rio got to her feet too quickly, being ten years younger doing the trick. But also being a blackbelt and a chronic runner didn’t hurt. But before she could tackle Agatha against the privacy glass of the kitchen you stood in the middle.
Causing Rio to stumble just enough for you to grab your booty call by the dick.
But before Harkness could laugh, you spun and grabbed her by the balls, not for any other reach then your hands found those parts first.
It had the effectiveness of a mother grabbing her son by the ear.
Only way is more sexual and causes both of them to cry in pain at your squeeze.
Just as they yelped in pain like mutts being fixed, Captain Strange barreled in.
A few people got out their iphone to take photos.
“WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE!” He shouted not just at you and Harkness, who were supposed to be solving a murder case, but also to the group of cops not intervening. To the blood on the fridge and floor, the broken furniture and dishware.
“YOU THINK I’M RUNNING A FRAT?” He screamed at you three but you kept your hold on their genitals.
Their faces unable to look ashamed, as the pain from your squeeze was too intense for either to speak.
Chief called you by your first name and you dropped your hold causing both of them to hold their cocks and fold over.
“Sorry Chief.” You muttered, ignoring the looks from the other cops.
“Don’t be, seems like you got ‘em to stop. Now Agent Vidal you aren’t my problem. So I’ll be happy to call Val, and she’ll love to hear about how you’ll be replacing all of this.” Strange waved his hands around the tattered kitchen.
Agatha just started to grin when he switched to her.
“You proud Harkness? You, wanna take care of your girl? You have a partner who just had to manhandle your junk to get you to behave. I would wipe that smile right off your face before I take your badge and do it for you.” He threatened and Agatha’s face strained, but lost all it’s emotions, like a good soldier for once.
“You both go to medic, then Vidal,, you can clean this mess up. And Harkness, you can start your formal apology to the head of the FBI; Allegra de Fontaine. And explain in great detail how much we value agency cooperation and teamwork.”
A few of the beat cops put their phones back in their pockets, afraid of the chief of police's wrath.
He turned to you, and you winced, not ready for your hide to be pinned on the wall.
“In my office.” Was all he said, and your chin cast down, shoulder sagging in defeat of being fired.
“Hey woah, Chief - it was Vidal and me, she only broke up the fight-” Harkness stepped forward, and Vidal was nodding desperately.
“You will be dealt with in a bit. It seems the time for being helpful to your partner is not this moment. As you two are another week into this case and sprawling in the lunchroom like children fighting over my junior detective like a toy!” Strange spit was flying, and you closed your eyes for a second before hee spun to the crowd.
“GET BACK TO WORK!” He screamed, and they scattered like rats on a sinking ship.
You followed Chief Strange out of the lunchroom and to his office.
It took about an hour, you had to sign things, there was official warnings and reminders about sleeping with co-workers being messy, but not technically against the rules.
Strange rubbed his forehead a lot and chewed on some baby aspirin, which couldn’t be a good sign.
Before you were cleared to go back to your desk, he made sure he offered you all the bullshit legal things he had to, HR, if you were being harassed. Medic, if you’d been injured in the fight and only just now felt it.
You shook your head.
He gave nothing else until you reached the door, his tone stopped you.
You spun back to face him just as his demeanor darkened to something else;
“You catch this son of a bitch. I don’t care what it takes, I got the mayor breathing down my neck. I have a kid in this town, you are too smart to be wasting time with a love triangle.”
You opened your mouth to correct him but he held up a hand.
“I may have grey in my hair but I’m not dead.” He used the hand that had surgery scars, slamming his pointer finger down on his desk against the grey smudged newspaper from this morning.
“You get ‘em. You be the detective I promoted you to be.”
You squared your shoulders and left his office, a sense of sadness and urgency reminding you that this was so much bigger than this petty bullshit.
You walked back to the lunchroom, but it was completely spotless, so it had to be Rio. A force just like your now clean workspace.
The womans apartment was the ideal magazine photos for minimalist living. The agent had two coffee cups, one sofa, one soap, one pillow. It was insane, like OCD to the max but also some sort of strange personality complex. But if you opened her kitchen it was always packed with spices, everything labeled, everything dated. Sorta anal that was, so the only person who could have made this kitchen shine like she was in the god damn military boot camp, was Rio Vidal.
You go back to your office opening the door to see a medic throwing away packaged for bandages but no Agatha.
“Officer Harkness?” You ask, and the woman shakes her head and then shrugs.
“Patched her up and then she just up and left, sorry officer. You just missed her though,” she pointed her thumb over her shoulder towards the exit.
“Agent Vidal?” You try, and her eyebrow moves up like yeah she knows who that is.
“Showers, she set her own shouler - wouldn’t let us. Gave her bandages and offered some pain meds..but she just took the butterfly bandages and some supplies and headed towards the showers. Didn’t want pain meds.” Medic informed you still not used to such displays from women cops.
“Thank you,” you say and she nods grabbing her go back and following you out of the office. You walk towards the showers, understanding this wouldn’t stop the gossip that was sure to be everywhere now about you and the two agents.
But you go down to the basement and take two lefts down hallways until you pass the gym that more closely resembles a old school jail yard with rusty equipment.
You see no-one then go towards the womens locker room, you can hear water running. Checking carefully down the locker hallways to make sure it was in fact empty. Then heading towards the noise at the farthest shower in the corner.
So you carefully step in your boots onto the wet white tile, moving towards the shower to see Rio sitting on a small ledge with water running down her shoulders.
Blood is streaked across the wet tiles, then swirling down the drain. She’s got an ice pack she probably stole from the freezer - because it’s for sure from someone's lunch. But she puts it under her cock shaft and holds it as the water beats against her tan skin.
Rio’s got this far off expression until she registers she’s no longer alone, what you don’t expect is her face to soften.
The FBI agent had set her nose, but a bit of blood still was still leaking onto her top lip.
Rio Vidal appeared like some kind of painting of the gorgeous twist of femininity were her dark peach nipples, perfect curves, and delicious breasts.
Hair wet sticking to her back, appearing as some sort of sea goddess.
Mixed with the androgeny, the masculinity of her strong muscles bulging, sore from the fight. Bloody and beaten, face bleeding from the punches. Nose purple from the break.
Cock larger than any man you’d been with, even as she was soft.
Rio nude sitting on the ledge of tiles on the shower, icing her cock was better than any Renaissance painting. Even as she freely bled - from a fight she got with the person who kissed you. You hated the guilt that even with all of that -
Rio’s still giving you an adoring gaze.
You didn’t deserve her.
You spin behind you and don’t hear a soul.
So you take off your boots, stepping onto the wet tile and wetting your socks in the process. You slide them off your heel and set them onto the boots, then unhook your belt, rid yourself of your nice shirt, your pants, then your sports bra and underwear.
Completely naked in the shower, Rio leans back just enough that you can see the unconscious shift in her hips. Like her arousal is a magnet when you are near.
You find the curtain that Rio hadn’t bothered to close, and let the metal bar squeak as the rusty shower rings scrape.
The gross white curtain will do nothing for the sound of this conversation.
You turn to see Rio’s body start to relax as you come closer.
The spray beating off her body wets the hair on your arm.
You open your mouth to ask if she’s okay, to apologize for not telling Rio that you and Agatha kissed. To explain why, to be angry at her for making the scene, for outing you. To ask why Agatha and Rio don’t just make up and date and get this over with.
Rio stands up, and you want to tell her not to, but she holds the ice pack in one hand and waits for you.
You have a million things to say, but Rio just shakes her head, lifting a finger to hold over your lips.
Now damp from the water.
You want to screw your face in anger and slap her hand away.
Instead, Rio hesitates, as your eyelashes have little droplets of water, she goes slow, it’s far more asking than anything you two have ever done.
But Rio slowly closes the distance between you two, her finger on your lip pressing just a little to let the plump bottom lip drag on her digit. Then she opens her palm and cups your jaw.
It’s such a high contrast to the forced encounters you are used to, that it almost makes you shy away.
So used to violence and heat, that this delicate moment feels too fragile, as though you might shatter under her hold.
The Latina’s tan, strong body is mere centimeters from pressing against you.
Rio watches you closely, giving you time to stop her, time to run.
Time to remind her that you two are just fuck buddies.
But if that were so true, then why had you come into this shower?
Why had you come here with the intent…to apologize?
You almost wish Rio would leave you for Agatha so your heart would stop this.
How could you tear them away from one another.
How could you be in love with two people so vastly different?
Was it so wrong to want them both?
You didn’t have it in you to be in love with even one of them, much less both.
Rio didn’t ask you these questions, as both of your eyes closed and her kiss sizzled against your lips.
You opened your mouth wanting more, needing her tongue.
You’d never been kissed like Rio Vidal, her tongue knew tongue everywhere to touch. To caress yours with the intensity to make you weap.
You grab at her wrist as if to lock her in place, to handcuff her to you.
Rio’s in no desire to pull away, but you jump back as the ice pack in her other hand brushes against your thigh.
You don’t mean to, it’s just such a surprise, Rio is confused for a moment until you look down.
Rio’s cock is a bit red, probably from the intensity of your hold, or even from the conflicting temperature of the hot steamy shower and cold ice pack.
But you feel guilty for being so cruel to the dick that made you so happy.
You swallow as water cascades down your naked body, but you push Rio back further under the spray to the spot she’d sat.
Rio was dominant in bed to almost a fault, but she allowed you to push her by her sternum, her nipples hardening without her consent at your action.
But as her ass cheeks rests on the ledge, you grab the ice pack from the FBI agent’s hold.
Pressing it against Rio’s shaft making her hiss.
You want to whisper in the space; ‘only a week ago Agatha made the joke that i’d do this to her. Here I am at work, where I swore we’d never fuck, icing your cock like I put a ring on it.’
But it’s too hard to explain, to difficult to laugh at.
Instead you study the curve of Rio’s gentitals. Her balls just fuzzy enough but not too much that when you sucked on them it was like having a teddy bear in your mouth.
Rio’s shaft was darker then her skin, her tip resembled the color of her lips after you’d aggressively kissed them for an hour. A few veins could be seen, your thumb moved over the ice pack to touch one on the side of her shaft.
Rio’s knee jerked just a second, but she stilled her tense body, as though reminding it that you were exploring.
You don’t speak, neither of you do, afraid to break the moment.
But you move your hand under her balls to see if you’d hurt her. The weight of them in your hands is heavier than you’d pictured. You are gentle but thorough as you cradle them, moving the skin just a bit. You look back up at Rio to see her heavy breathing, mouth open, trying to stay still.
You want to ask if she’s okay, but Rio seems to know that, she nods once, then licks her bottom lip.
Water and steam wraps around you two, and then you shift and get onto your right knee. Almost like your going to propose to her dick, Rio holds her breath for a second. Afraid you aren’t going to do what she hopes.
But you are, you are going to apolgize to the cock that made you cum so many times.
You lean your face forward, and your breath on her wet shaft is enough that it twitches now.
But you don’t allow Rio long to enjoy the sight of your face in her crotch.
You kiss the tip, as though you were a virgin to it, which was false.
Only a few days ago you had roughly taken Rio’s cock down your throat.
Gagging and drooling like a whore, as she slapped the side of your face.
Pinching your nose so you’d choke with her shaft deep inside of you.
“Daddy doesn’t think you can go outside until you’ve swallowed all your protein, can you do that without being such a dirty slut? I’ll hold your nose, swallow, or you don’t get to breathe!” She’d yelled at you as you gagged, eyes leaking tears, an absolute mess, but so happy to have your say taken away.
To be consensually fucked as though it was not consensual, the power, the high from it all.
Now here you were, kissing her cock like you were a princess and she was the toad.
The water splashed up your knee, and Rio’s blood still leaked from the stab wound, having taken the pen out herself.
You opened your mouth and placed the first three inches of her penis onto your soft tongue. As your lover’s cock came to life with the warm, wet sensation of you, her hands reached out to pull your hair away, to get a good look at your actions.
Rio was too far gone to tell you dirty things. Too exhausted to pin you down and take you. Too in love to move, it seemed.
You bobbed your head experimentally at first, then Rio’s torso rocked from the intensity of you swallowing her more and more.
She cups the back of your head tenderly, then rocks her hips forward and you let her find comfort inside of you.
You find the only peace you can in each other.
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