We didn’t need that anchor anyway…right? Wait…does anyone even know how to sail this thing?
OR
It is the morning after you first ventured into water sports… This is the story of the day after you got curious and found out your wives are really, really thirsty for you.
A continuation of this story, which was a continuation of this prompt-fill. This is part of the Cootie-verse, but it can be read as a standalone!
Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, mostly smut, some feel good fluff, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except 1-2 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, water sports
Words: ~6.8k
A/N: *steps up to the microphone, but like one of those shitty ones you could get as a kid* Welcome aboard, sailors. Thank you for choosing to sail in the Cootie-verse. Due to the nature of sailing at sea, you will get wet. *points to a big sign on the boat that reads: "THERE IS PEE. PEE PEE PEE. THIS STORY HAS PEE. PEE IN A SEX WAY. SEX PEE." * You have been warned. (I will edit as I find things that need fixing. Pretend the mistakes are little easter eggs.)
AO3 | My Fics | original prompt | part 1
Hello, Sailor! pt. 2
Agatha and Rio can’t quite get their fill of you. You give and give, and still they want more. You have never had so much water in your entire life.
A deliciously euphoric haze swallows the three of you- equal parts filthy and sacred. You’re suspended in catharsis, willingly bound in its hues of exhilaration and reverence.
For every ounce of desire they hold for you, you’re certain you hold ten times more for them. There is no concept of the passing of time or a world existing outside of your home. Your memory can only reference Agatha’s wet pussy lips hugging your chin, watching Rio’s cock twitch deeply in Agatha’s throat, and the soft flesh of both their breasts filling your hands and brushing against your skin.
Even rest comes easily. Naps tuck into the peaceful lulls that find you as you fall from bliss. Your body is oblivious of its efforts, any soreness morphing into a delicious flirtation of what has passed and what is yet to come.
This morning, a puppet of your routine, you sit mindlessly on the toilet. Stillness imbues your ears, your body making up more of you than your mind, until a tender hum joins you from the doorway.
“I find it hard to believe you need to pee.”
Agatha is leaning on the door frame, one of your baggy white t-shirts engulfing her. Though the fabric hangs freely, it’s caught on the peaks of her breasts, drawing your eyes to the buds hidden beneath. You sleepily chuckle.
“Force of habit, I guess.”
Satisfaction numbs your bones, indulgence warmly rekindling as Agatha gorges on the sight of you. Her smile is lazy as her teeth catch her bottom lip. A mix of pride, love, and lust pools in her blue eyes- still slightly glazed from sleep and hours upon hours of loving you and Rio.
You pass knowing giggles between you before she makes her way into the bathroom.
“Scooch,” she commands casually, barely giving you time to understand her order before she gently pushes your shoulders back.
The icy porcelain of the lid makes you hiss, stinging everywhere it bites at your skin. The harsh knock against your still slumbering consciousness can hardly rouse you before your brain goes fuzzy again. Through your static-y stupor you conclude that Agatha is working to straddle you.
She pushes at your knees, nudging them further apart, before her hands purposefully cradle your face. Her fingers- her gorgeous, sexy fingers that have been kissed with freckles and worshipped by time- are as fucking icy as the seat against your back. Your instinctive jerk loses motivation as her nails begin to lightly scratch at the sensitive skin behind your ears where your head meets your neck. As easily and as certainly breathing, you suddenly don’t mind the ten icicles attached to your wife.
Her ministrations blur together as you cradle her cool fingers in your own, hoping to warm them. She lifts your gaze to marry her own and sinks into your lap.
“Wha-“
“Shh, bunny,” Agatha hushes as she softly claims your lips.
Her lips are casually hungry, too lazy to fully swallow you whole, but eager enough to kindle a flame from the still glowing embers deep within your belly.
Her left hand slips from your hold and works itself between your bodies. She playfully pinches your clit, cool fingers jolting your warm, hidden head to life. Your heart beat thrums in your ears, thudding like it’s chasing her hand as it leaves your livening bud. Nimble, knowing fingers graze your pubic hair, her efforts tickling you before she uses them to fully spread her own lips.
You wrap your arms around her as she takes a deep breath, your hands mindlessly snaking up the back of her (your) shirt. One hand stops to support her at the small of her back, the other continues up to knead the flesh between and around her shoulder blades.
You buzz in anticipation, a perfect harmony to the hazy, sleepy blur of early morning that cocoons you both. Through the thick fog that blankets your thoughts, you try your best to memorize the shape of her face, content in bliss, with lips barely pursed and eyes gently closed.
A low hum of satisfaction comes from Agatha’s chest, cradling you in its invitation, before you feel it:
A gentle trickle, a light lazy stream, dances over your, now intensely throbbing, clit.
Agatha’s body rocks backwards and you work to support her weight, taking too long to realize the rock was a result of your hips humping into the air, clambering for more friction. Her resulting giggle should embarrass you, but instead you’re a puddle of confused desperation.
Agatha, your gorgeous, sexy, headstrong, bombshell of a wife is peeing right over your clit. Her hot stream envelopes you right where you need her the most. Is her clit not begging to meet yours, too?
The thought of her slick pussy lips enveloping yours, her cunt raining onto your own, draws a pitiful, needy noise from you.
“Someone’s eager this morning,” Agatha mumbles the low tease through the thickness of her sleep-laced voice.
You pull her hips closer to you, mashing her pussy into yours. Your groan is immediate- the warmth of her trickle spreading all over you causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Her stream pools before it runs down the crevices where your center meets your thighs, down your outer lips, where it eventually flows off your ass.
Her thighs are taut with restraint, control barely taming desire, as her gasp mixes with a low moan to create a sound you let sear into your brain. You’ll be keen to listen to it on repeat until the end of time.
You’ll never get used to this, and you hate that you didn’t entertain the thought of sharing this with your wives sooner.
“Mommy, I need you,” is all you can say before a hungry, greedy tongue seeks refuge against your own.
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A day full of refilled water glasses and lingering touches has led you to where you are now: trembling against Agatha’s body on your bed.
Agatha had clearly grown impatient. She matter-of-factly wrestled you onto the bed, ready to take her fill, when your playful protests were snuffed out almost immediately. A lone whimper replaced them at the sight before you:
Rio emerging from the bathroom, lazily and mindlessly squeezing her soft cock over her briefs.
Your whimper catches her attention, not expecting to see you and Agatha wrestling on the bed, and she seems delighted at the sight.
She is glowing from her night well spent, her limbs loose from the freedom of deliciously filthy sex. Her eyes are a bit puffy underneath, and if the lack of sleep wears on her body, it certainly doesn’t wear on her soul. Still, you wonder if the late hours affect her more than she shows.
Her presence turns your attention on its axis so hard that you stutter, allowing Agatha to maneuver you to her liking. She sits propped against the headboard with your back leaning against her front.
Rio’s gaze is hued in mischief. Her hunger is languid and unhurried, full of certainty that intimacy and pleasure with you is an inexhaustible resource. You let her eyes consume you, deeply desperate for the way they claim and exalt you.
You are hopelessly hers.
Full of fuzzy and familiar tingles, intimacy swallows and suspends you. The lazy peacefulness of your night-turned-day lingers, a cloud of lust joining to warmly lap at your skin.
“Hush now, bunny.” Rio commands you, “I know you’re excited, but Daddy needs you to be good. Can you do that for me?”
You nod dumbly, pathetic and feeble in your desire.
“Answer her,” Agatha lazily growls into your ear before her teeth tug at your ear lobe.
Shit.
You know better. Rio lets you get away with nonverbal responses on occasion, but Agatha has less patience for lessons unlearned.
At least, you normally know better.
At the moment your thoughts are smudging and lumping together. It’s hard to know anything with Agatha’s lips languidly claiming your neck from behind. Two needy, hard nipples dig into your back and your chest threatens to collapse under the weight of your need. You’d do anything to feel the valleys of the pale, pink buds against your tongue.
Agatha’s fingers harshly grip your chin and force your gaze to lock with Rio’s. You can’t discern whether it’s an encouragement or a threat. If you’re lucky, it’ll be both.
“Answer. Her.” Agatha husks, her voice just under a tone that tickles your ear drums.
She’s toying with you- a lioness playing with her meal like she isn’t about to irreparably ruin you.
“Listen to your Mommy, conejito,” Rio soothes before she points a knowing smirk towards Agatha, “You know I can’t control her when she’s angry.”
Agatha’s chuckle is unthreatened, but pointedly clear as she now toys with Rio. She uses both hands to scratch down the front of your body, easily pivoting from toying with her prey to boasting the fruit of her hunt. In an act of pure pride, she spreads your legs wide.
As if Rio hasn’t seen your cunt enough for ten lifetimes, she immediately shifts her full focus to your center. Satisfaction tingles up your thighs when her cock twitches at the sight.
“Surely Daddy doesn’t think she controls me under other circumstances?”
Agatha’s tone borders on playful, but you feel the rumbling of a growl stirring in her chest. The tension in the air hangs thick. You don’t need to see Agatha’s glare to know it’s dangerous. Just like you’d know Rio’s smirk is an act of bravery even if you couldn’t see the shape of it taunting Agatha.
Your cunt throbs at the growing energy between them- the air teetering between an all consuming clarity and heated chaos.
As much as you want to, you can’t let them demolish each other. Not yet. You would like one, or both, of them in one piece for what you know is coming next. Desperate to quail the growing ache in your belly, you hurriedly blurt through the tension:
“Yes, daddy!” you call for Rio’s attention, “I can be good.”
There’s a brief delay- a pause as Agatha and Rio study each other. You float amidst their silent communication, finding comfort in the ease of which they gauge if shifting their attention from each other would be considered surrender. The tension that is consuming all the oxygen in the room suddenly dissipates, and you know you’ve won.
“I know you can, bunny,” Rio softens in the reflection of your devotion, “Daddy just needs you to show me.”
Her cock strains against the front of her briefs, angry for release from its confines. She grips it once firmly before hooking her thumbs under her waistband and pushing the offending fabric down her hips. At the first sign of the dark, closely cropped tuft of hair peeking out, you move to help- eager to have your nose buried in it with her cock invading the back of your throat.
Agatha thwarts your efforts by grabbing you by the hips and yanking you back down against her.
“Mommy isn’t so sure. Our little bunny has been so slutty today,” she muses like you aren’t even in the room, “Terribly sexy, but good? I’m not convinced.”
“What?!” you protest desperately, “No, I promise Mommy. I’ll be good!”
Her breath falls on your ear before she gives the softest ‘hmm?’ She routinely checks on you this way. Nothing to break the moment, but a breath just to ground you. You find one of her hands that still rests on your hips and tap once for ‘yes’. That’s all it takes.
Her nails dig into your hips as she chuckles lowly. The sound is full of gravel, her following husk made of grit:
“Prove it.”
You can do that.
You reach for Rio’s cock, eager to please and desperate to prove yourself. Your body is humming and painfully begging to be under their attention. Whatever request their will holds you are more than ready to satisfy. You truly don’t need much. Just for them to destroy you.
“Ah!” Agatha chastises before collecting and pinning your hands behind you, tucking them between both of your bodies.
Shitttttttt.
She already warned you once, and you had been completely oblivious. You aren’t intentionally riling her up, but you are on the precipice of fucking around and finding out. Your own warnings fire off like booming thunder in your mind, but your body is determined to get you into trouble.
Agatha’s normally coarse pubic hair feels pillowy and soft… So you tangle your fingers through it. You tighten your grip, rooting yourself to her in one last desperate attempt to ground yourself before you are sexually drop kicked into oblivion.
Agatha’s hum of approval is delicious- full of need, loathing, and desire.
“See, Daddy? If our little bunny was good they’d know to keep their hands to themselves.”
Her words are fierce, but somehow they hit you like water gently lapping against rocks on the shore. Still, through your dulled understanding of them you vaguely understand that you resent that.
Perhaps that is why you move to pinch Agatha’s clit. Or perhaps you just need to feel her. Whatever your motive, it loses steam as you fail to gain any real traction. She is so wet that your fingers slip off of her and through her swollen, smoldering lips.
She hisses, but recovers quickly.
“We clearly have an insatiable little slut on our hands.”
Agatha’s tone is more dangerous than you’ve heard in ages, but you both feel her rut into your hand. One of her hands stays to keep yours pinned, the other wraps firmly around your throat, each finger asserting its claim over you.
“I don’t think Daddy knows how to handle you, bunny. I think it’s high past time Mommy stepped in to give you a lesson on how to behave.” Her chuckle is honed with threat, “But more importantly...what happens when you don’t.”
She releases your hands, but you quickly realize freedom isn’t a gift you’ve earned yet as a firm, purposeful hand presses into your lower belly. You begin to understand the reality of the situation you are in:
You are fully at Agatha’s mercy, and she intends for you to remember that you always are.
Pressure digs deeply into your hips, down to the bone, rooting you to the spot. The numerous glasses of water you downed throughout the morning catch up with you all at once. Your muscles coil and squeal with desperation, and you go rigid in your efforts to control yourself.
Having to hold it in when you needed to pee yesterday is nothing compared to the weight ballooning within you. You can’t remember the last time you had to pee this bad. Really, you don’t think you’ve ever had to pee this bad. The purposeful pressure of Agatha’s hand threatens to make you burst at every seam in your body.
You clench and clench, hungry to retain the last shred of control you have. Your cheeks burn so deeply that you are certain you’re colored ten shades of purple. Hollow scraping invades your mind, the noise of your teeth gritting against each other pounding against your determination before you instead bite into your cheek.
You can hold it. You can hold it. You can...
Agatha pushes into your belly even deeper, wiggling her fingers before her hand finally meets resistance as it begins digging into your pubic bone. You are powerless over the small spurt of liquid that gushes out of you before you clamp down hard enough to keep your dam in place.
A long, exaggerated gasp mocks you from behind.
“Look at that...” Agatha muses, her taunt biting deeply into your resolve, “Our little bunny had an accident, Daddy.”
You feel everything- your pores puckering as sweat begins to bead on your forehead, each strand of your straining muscles twisting into something far too taut, the hair on your arms standing at attention to meet their coos. You exude such effort that your legs threaten to cramp. As you squirm to avoid these cramps, which only makes the pressure worse, Rio tuts.
“Oh, bunny...” she mock pouts, “That’s okay. It’s hard for little ones like you to hold it, hmm?”
Embarrassment claws down your neck, through your shoulders, and right to where you strain to contain what your body so desperately needs to release. The thrum of your pulse threatens to burst through your neck as you clench your jaw so tightly your teeth click and lock into place.
“There’s no need to hurt yourself, baby,” Agatha coos, “That’s Mommy’s job.”
Your shiver tickles you both, and you force your focus directly to your aching pelvis. You can hold it. You will hold it.
The surrounding shuffling, the soft words being exchanged about a strapon, all of it eludes you until you hear a click.
A faint buzz prefaces a determined breeze jolts you as the tower fan at the foot of your bed whirs to life, sealing your fate. You fail in your efforts to close your legs, to conceal your most sensitive area, but Agatha holds them open. She firmly locks her ankles over yours, and you feel detached from the noise that escapes you.
You try to set an example for your bladder by holding your breath, willing your muscles to contain what is so close to bursting out.
You can hold it. You can…
“I can’t hold it,” your plea tumbles from you in a desperate exhalation, “Mommy, please…”
“You can, sweetheart,” she soothes, “and you will.”
Her fingers feel warmer, now, against the constant barrage of cold air. It does little to help as she kneads at your cunt, pulling your lips up and back to expose your clit. The air stings and bites against you.
“No, Mommy-”
“Shh, breathe, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
She taps lightly against your clit and you keen. Pleasure clashes with the sharp coiling of your stomach flipping and your body begins to revolt. Your mouth is watering. Protesting chills freckle your skin in areas you’ve never felt before. You claw into Agatha’s thighs so you don’t implode.
“If you need to take it out on Mommy, that’s okay, but you have to hold it, baby.” Her tone is gentler, soothing and firm without any performative malice: “You can do it, love. I know you can.”
You unscrew your eyes to find that Rio is gone, leaving an interlude that softens Agatha. You take a risk.
“Let me give it to you, Mommy. If we do it now, it's all for you.”
Her chuckle rumbles and rolls straight to your heart. Though it soars, you know you’ve lost.
“Nice try, bunny. Just hold tight. You told Daddy you’d be good for her, yes?”
She doesn’t acknowledge your grunt. Instead, she whispers right into your ear:
“She’s thirsty for you.”
“Jesus fucking christ.”
“That’s some strong language, bunny. She wants you to potty in her mouth, not for you to be a potty mouth.”
“You want to fucking kill me.”
Her chuckle is rolling thunder, soothing, yet still reminding you that caution is necessary lest you get swallowed whole by the storm.
“Kill you? No… Demolish you? Perhaps.”
Between the persistent breeze against your aching center and Agatha’s coy teasing, you’re truly only certain of one thing:
“I’m gonna fucking pee all over the bed,” you whine, fussy and petulant in the shallow pool that once held your autonomy and control.
“You will,” Rio casually confirms as she saunters back into the bedroom, “but not until we give you permission.”
You’ll deny your actions are purposeful if they ever ask, but you’re a puppet of your desperation and Rio looks weak at the sight of you and Agatha…
You strike.
“Daddy, please… I’ll do anything.”
You’re giving your best puppy dog eyes, putting on a show of looking pitiful and needy. (Which doesn’t take much effort.) She gives you a knowing smirk, seeing through your ploy easily, and pats you on the head.
“I’m counting on it, conejito,” she agrees before directing, “Everybody up!”
You roll your eyes, to which Agatha swats you for as she pokes at you to move out of the bed.
“Behave,” she warns, whispering to you as she stands, “Daddy’s nicer than me. Next time I’ll punish you.”
She takes her strap from Rio before speaking much louder:
“Understood?”
You start to nod before your self-preservation skills whir to life.
“Yes!”
Agatha’s eyebrow barely raises, unsatisfied with your response. You kick yourself before adding:
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good, baby,” she dotes, her kiss to your cheek contrasting with the danger lurking in her tone.
She takes her strap from Rio and situates it.
Along with the purple strap, your favorite of Agatha’s collection, Rio bears a handful of towels and a…
“Is that a changing pad?”
Rio sets the towels on the bed, blanketing the changing mat on top.
“It’s cute, yeah?” Rio offers, winking as heat (surely permanently) stains your cheeks.
You fuss with your fingers as you subtly assess the little otters that decorate the mat. It matches your favorite onesie.
Obviously it's cute… In a completely objective way. Sure, you saw a picture of it online once or twice. Never for long, though. Only briefly when you furiously scrolled past the diapers. You never purposefully looked for anything like that. You just had to wade through it sometimes to find cute onesies and pajamas.
Agatha and Rio are never shy about caring for you. Truly, you hadn’t realized how many of your tendencies fell into the category of ‘little space’. At first, having a word and concept for when you feel small- whether it's deeply carefree or meek and overwhelmingly vulnerable- felt daunting. Slowly but surely, Agatha and Rio built such a fundamental, unwavering safety for you that you now feel weightless under their attention.
Still, the three of you have never discussed anything that would call for a changing pad. Given the revelation of yesterday and the subsequent activities, it certainly isn’t far-fetched, but it still feels…
Any useful words you know are jumping out of your brain’s emergency exits. Really, your mind is rushing to ready your defenses, one thing screaming through the noise:
“Is that necessary?” You inquire, unable to stifle the piece of you that suddenly aches to be held.
Two arms become available right as you need them, and you easily sink into Rio’s embrace. Her lips meet your forehead and she lightly scratches your back, working to unwind the tenseness that stiffens your muscles.
“Maybe not,” she offers, predictably warm and amicable, “but even big bunnies can enjoy a little playtime, yes?”
Something suddenly has your tongue, and you stutter, completely unable to give a response.
“It’s like three times as absorbent as the towels, conejito,” Rio offers, quick to concede in the face of your worries, “I can put it under the towels if you prefer?”
The faint noises of Agatha situating her strap fade. Agatha now stands behind you, a coy gasp sending tingles down the side of your neck.
“Am I hearing that someone doesn’t want to play with Mommy and Daddy?”
From your place in Rio’s arms, Agatha wraps her arms around you from behind. Her strap pokes at where your cheeks meet your thighs. It's deliciously close to where you’re aching for her, but not close enough.
“It’s just a mat, baby.” She rocks her hips, your thighs, wet in your need, easily accommodate the girth of her strap. “Don’t worry, you’ll be remaining naked. I need to be able to use your little cunt anytime I want, hmm?”
Between her slick length, the heat of Rio’s cock, and the absoluteness of being wedged between their two bodies- you’re sufficiently drunk. Completely in tune with her words, you easily comply when she commands:
“Get on the bed, on your back, head towards the headboard.”
Rio stands smug, pleased at the display of docility. Her smirk morphs into confusion when Agatha nods towards the bed.
“Rio, on the bed, head towards me.” She quips.
“Wha-“
“Bed. Now.”
Rio’s throat visibly swells with a swallow that looks like a demanding task. Agatha always has a commanding presence, but with a cock between her legs she’s even harder to challenge. Annoyance melds into anticipation and Rio joins you in compliance.
Agatha grabs a pillow and offers it to Rio, poking and prodding at you both until yours and Rio’s asses are brushing against each other, your legs resting over top of Rio’s.
Thick, bobbing purple hypnotizes you. You hardly register that Agatha is climbing on top of Rio until she tuts- admonishing you while smirking in the way only a worshipped woman can.
“My eyes are up here, baby. Do you see something you want?”
She never breaks eye contact and remains facing in your direction, straddling Rio in reverse cowgirl. This is likely why she misses Rio’s hands shooting to grasp her hips. With a devilish smirk, she swats Rio’s hands away.
“Good boys ask before grabbing,” she muses while hovering over Rio’s cock.
“Can I touch you?”
“No.”
Rio growls in frustration before the throaty noise morphs into a moan as Agatha sinks onto her cock. Your mouth floods- a sign of your body demanding attention, as you fixate on the way Agatha’s wet, swollen cunt engulfs Rio so easily.
After a few minutes, which were likely just a few seconds, Agatha’s dark curls camouflage Rio’s balls. Rio’s legs twitch beneath yours and Agatha lets a chuckle roll from somewhere deep in her belly.
Can she see your clit twitch?
You work to flex your muscles, hoping to beckon her lips to wrap themselves around you.
As Agatha begins to ride Rio, the bobbing of her strap once again entrances you. She lazily, purposefully, traces up the insides of your thighs. Feathery touches lift you to float in the air, dull scratches following to slam you back into the earth. She alternates these so skillfully that you almost forget you have to pee- the throbbing of your cunt echoing the whooshing in your ears.
Almost.
Lewd squelching thickens the air, just one of the filthy and delicious noises of her cunt swallowing Rio’s cock. Lithe fingers toy with your pussy lips, exploring the slick consuming them, when you mumble:
“Mommy…I can’t.”
Her eyes flick to yours. Blue eyes hone into you so purely that your skin prickles, feeling as though they are boring into your soul for the very first time.
“Can’t what, bunny?” she asks coyly, grabbing Rio’s hands and making a show of guiding them to her hips, moaning at the hungry fingers that dig into her skin.
“Hold it!”
“Hold what, sweetheart?”
“IT!” You gesture broadly towards your crotch, before leaving no room for misinterpretation, “My peeeeeeee. Mommy, please.”
She gasps in mock shock.
“That’s right… You did tell Mommy you needed to pee, didn’t you?”
She’s now fondling her own tits, her hips performing a deliciously hypnotic dance as she grinds down onto Rio’s cock. One hand shifts focus, ghosting over your clit and causing you to jolt. Protests die before they make it to your lips, your brain short circuiting as she uses both hands to seize your hips. Her nails retreat from your skin to brush her palms along the lines of your groin, right at the top of your hips.
The air you almost choke on seems nearly damp. Her hands come together at your lower stomach, just above your mound, and you know you’re cooked.
“That’s too bad, bunny. You’re busy playing with Mommy and Daddy.”
Leaning forward, she puts all of her weight on her hands, digging into your bladder and almost causing you to burst at the seams. You can no longer hear the noises of her riding Rio, the pressure digging into your core bringing tears to your eyes as you deny your release.
You’re a mess of kicks and wiggles as your teeth scratch against each other like chalk on a chalkboard.
“Daddy, can you hold bunny’s ankles, please?”
You don’t feel it, but know she must have since your movements are now stifled.
“That’s better,” Agatha’s voice is victorious, “God, you’re both so much fucking sexier when all you can do is whimper instead of mouthing off.”
Time zaps into nothing. You are only vaguely aware of Agatha’s fingers entering and exiting you, using your wetness to jerk her strap. You’ve floated away, a deep, painful pressure the only thing rooting you to this plane of existence. Maybe Agatha starts fingering you, just enough to start jerking her strap and getting it wet.
The pressure momentarily subsides before a hand presses at the sides of your throat, regaining some of your attention.
“You’re going to hold it. You’re going to control your needy little cunt, then you’re going to let Mommy fuck all the piss out of you, yes?”
“Agatha,” Rio sounds desperate and pained, “let up or I’m going to cum.”
Agatha sighs, as if being inconvenienced, though she doesn’t seem to mind as she moves off of Rio to line herself up with your entrance.
“Go on, Daddy. Give bunny a taste. Just a little one.”
Movement stirs the bed until Rio is crouching next to your head.
“Can you take me, baby?” You nod and her smile is full of pride. “Of course you can. Open up for me, love.”
Your jaw questions you as you stretch it beyond its normal constraints. Before you can blink, Rio’s cock is working itself down your throat. The intrusion is delicious, sending your eyes to the back of your head as each vein that lines the bottom of her cock scrapes over your tongue.
Her girth begins to split your throat open, and you test your breathing with a big inhale through your nose. She doesn’t hilt herself fully, which piques your curiosity.
That’s odd…
“Okay, fuck, bunny. Here it comes. Be good for me, yeah? I’ll just give you a little.”
In your stupor, you don’t understand what she means until the curve of her cock jabs upwards before falling back into place as a hot, gentle trickle begins to fill your throat.
Your instinct tells you to panic, alerting you that you’re going to drown. You focus all of your energy on willing your muscles to relax as you give your first swallow. Through blurry vision, you see Rio succumb and betray her restraint.
Grunting, she nudges only marginally further into your throat, the real shift coming from her steady trickle bursting into a demanding, forceful stream. Your cunt clenches at a painful nothingness, hoping to somehow vacuum Agatha in. Molten lava courses against your throat, and you do your best to swallow it all. Despite your best efforts, it pools in your mouth before dribbling down your cheeks and chin.
“That’s enough,” Agatha commands, pulling at Rio’s elbow, “Save some for later.”
In a heaping show of strength and compliance, Rio cuts her stream off, her cock angrily twitching and giving you a few more drops.
“So good for Mommy and Daddy, bunny. Are you ready for Mommy to fuck you now, sweetheart?”
She doesn’t give you the chance to answer before she forcefully bottoms out in record time, hitting depths you forgot you even had.
Rio snuffs out your moan before it fully leaves your chest as she begins shallowly thrusting into your mouth. If she gave you the chance to speak, you’d tell her she could go deeper. That you need her to go deeper.
Tears sting your eyes at the deliciously unbearable sting of the pleasure of being full mixing with the pain of needing to let go.
You mumble pleas around Rio’s cock, and Agatha seems satisfied that they are unintelligible.
“Poor baby,” She leans her weight right above your mound again, “Do you still need to pee?”
After a few more thrusts that you feel in your gut, Agatha gathers your legs before leaning down to lay on top of you, folding you in the process. You only momentarily impress yourself by how close your knees are to your ears before she’s husking in your ear:
“You should’ve said so. There’s no need to be embarrassed, bunny.”
Rio pulls out of your mouth stumbling in her shuffle back to lean on her heels. She moves to kneel at the foot of the bed, hoping to get a good seat for the show.
You grab at her shoulders, her tits, wherever your hands can find purchase. You’re nearly numb in your need to explode.
“Please, Mommy. It hurts.”
“Shh, I know, baby. Cum for Mommy and you can let go, hmm? Cum for me and piss all over my cock.”
She slides a hand between your bodies to paw at your clit. It’s so slippery that she can only broadly stroke and hope it's consistent enough to bring you to your release.
You aren’t sure that you’ll be able to cum, but when she bottoms out on an extra deep thrust, she stays buried in you to offer shallow, rough strokes. One moment, you’re present, and the next you’ve been slingshot into the sun.
You cum with screams and croaks, your piss bursting from you against your will. Relief blankets over your body and melts your bones. You’re lost in euphoria when you feel wet warmth pooling between yours and Agatha’s bodies. You don’t even mind. In fact, the result of letting yourself go is oddly comforting.You are deflating, one fluid ounce at a time, and when Agatha pulls out you whine at the emptiness.
Agatha, far from her dominance shown only moments ago, coos:
“It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s gonna fill you up now.”
Agatha climbs off of you, what still streams out of you decorating her stomach in droplets, and Rio grips your hips to flip you over. She pulls you onto your hands and knees with little effort, causing you to clamp down. Once you’re set in place, you unclench, renewing a gentle trickle to flow from you.
Rio eagerly dives in, spreading your cheeks to lap at you from your clit to your ass. Agatha settles under you, her head beneath your cunt, and your lips now dangerously close to hers. You are being rung out like a wet towel- Rio slurping some of you, and Agatha greedily waiting for the rest.
Once your tap has run dry, Rio wastes no time in entering you. Her cock is slightly girthier than Agatha’s strap, deceptively equal in length with an upward curve. You expect her to take off like a race horse, but once she stuffs most of the way into you, she stills.
“Ready to take the rest of Daddy’s piss, bunny? Just relax. I’m going to fill you up then you’re going to give it to Mommy.”
As if to punctuate her sentence, hot liquid begins to pool inside of you. You stifle your groans, mindlessly burning yourself into Agatha’s cunt. You aren’t sure how long she fills you, but you do feel dribbles down the inside of your thighs.
She grips your shoulders, yanking you away from Agatha.
“I’m going to pull out now. Tell Mommy what you’re about to give her.”
“Fuck, I–”
Smack. She sternly slaps your ass, enough to sting and sufficiently chastise you.
“I’m so full of Daddy’s piss, Mommy. I’m gonna give it all to you…”
Heavy splatters follow Agatha’s throaty groan as Rio pulls out. Each time you clench a splatter follows. Each one has less and less to offer. You peak between your and Agatha’s bodies to see Rio briefly dip her cock into Agatha’s mouth. As she attempts to pull out, Agatha follows her, so much so that the curve of Rio’s cock bulges her throat.
Rio sinks into the wanton throat and when you turn your attention back to Agatha’s cunt, you see fresh wetness leaking from her center.
Aching to taste her, you let your tongue explore her silky heat. As Rio works her throat and you work her cunt, you both have her twitching. Eventually, Rio’s thrusts stutter and you climb off of Agatha just in time to see Rio completely bottom out into her throat to shoot rope after rope of cum where her cock nestles. With each rope you see a subtle twitch of her cock, which you know likely does not feel subtle to Agatha.
Rio fully withdraws, slick and saliva stringing between her cock, balls, and Agatha’s lips.
As Agatha gasps for air, she readjusts to lay on the pillows, dragging you both down and pushing you to settle between her legs. Rio’s face is still wet with your slick and her lips compel you to taste yourself on them. Your tongues lazily hand off control, hers invading your mouth and then vice versa. There is something…tangier? Saltier? About your taste.
You melt into a confusing, but very aroused, puddle of mush when you realize you can taste your own piss on Rio’s tongue.
“Come on, you two. Ready to take Mommy’s piss?”
Agatha gently guides both of your heads to her center, coaxing you into eating her out. You both do so with desperate vigor. Yours and Rio’s tongues flit past each other, occasionally nudging into each other. After a brief battle over who gets to such her clit, Rio yields and you both begin to suckle the bud in tandem.
As your tongues lavish over, through, and inside of Agatha, her moans become needy and demanding.
“Okay, fuck, here it comes. Don’t waste it.”
You’re lost in a flurry of molten kisses, noises of Agatha filling your mouths, audible swallows, and a persistent stream begging for your attention. Agatha rains over you both, and you decide she is your new favorite fountain. Eventually, she gushes from an orgasm and the three of you fall into a spent heap of limbs and wetness.
“That was…” Rio trails off.
“Yeah…” you and Agatha agree in tandem.
You have no energy left to expend, not even opening your eyes as you ask:
“When did you all get this changing mat?”
When met with silence, you pry one eye open to peek up, wondering if they both fell asleep.
They seem to be in a silent conversation with one another before noticing your eyes on them. They speak at the same time:
“Irrelevant.”
“Don’t worry about it, Sailor.”
You furrow your brow in confusion.
“Wha-”
“Who’s hungry?” Rio, suddenly full of energy, clambers out of bed.
“STARVING,” Agatha insists as she leaps out of bed.
As they shuffle around the room, you continue to peek at them. Their avoidance doesn’t offend you, you know them both well enough to know that they seem more embarrassed than guilty. You are far too satiated to press the matter tonight.
“Come on,” Agatha extends a hand to pull you up, “Bath time, bunny.”
You, with little conviction, swat her hand away before attempting to roll over and snuggle down.
“No you don’t,” Agatha concurs in amusement as she pulls at your limp body.
You continue your lame swats in her direction before she concedes.
More accurately, before she arms herself to make you concede.
“Five…”
You stiffen.
“Four…”
You peek back over your shoulder, finding her standing tall, hands firmly planted on her hips. Looking straight into your eyes, she continues.
“Three…”
You squint, attempting to call a bluff you know isn’t there.
“Two…” she drags out, a final warning.
She intakes a breath, ready to seal your fate before you interrupt:
“FINE, fine, fine, fine. I’m getting up.”
“Aww, good bunny,” she chuckles as she swats your butt while you walk towards the restroom.
After a few minutes, everything is ready, and Agatha sinks into the steaming water first before guiding you to sit between her legs. As you rest against her, the swell of her breasts cushioning you, she contentedly sighs in your ear.
“Our little sailor…” she muses before peppering you in kisses and whispering words of admiration, pride, and devotion.
One grilled cheese, a bottle of water, and a set of fresh sheets later, Agatha wraps her arms around you and yours wrap around Rio. You drift peacefully to sleep, a smile to keep you company as you imagine what may be in store for you tomorrow.
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A/N: Rio is a LITTLE SPOON, confirmed! I hope you all enjoyed this venture into the high seas.
Agatha and Rio told me good sailors leave like, reblog, or reply to provide the captain with validation. It's certainly not required, but just know this is who you're asking to post filthy sex stories on the internet: 🥺👉👈
What to do with a little bunny that feels all better and is Cootie-free... I'm sure your wives will think of something...
Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, fluff and smut, on-the-mend-sick!reader, caring Agatha and Rio, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, prevalent cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except a few 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, mentions of breastfeeding/nursing, minimal discussion of a diaper, brief somnophilia, cunnilingus, anilingus, fisting, squirting
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A/N: Happy, happy holidays, bunnies. I am so sorry this took so long to get to you, but am happy you’ll get to settle into Cootie-Verse again. You’ve been so sorely missed and are anxiously awaited by Agatha and Rio.
We get much more into the CGL dynamics in part 4, so please be mindful of the tags. You can skip around as you need to, but if you are uncomfortable with any of the themes mentioned I highly recommend you approach with caution if you choose to continue. If you have the time, take a moment to listen to 'just be' from Christina Perri's 'songs for rosie' album prior to reading. I know you’re (hopefully) excited, but you’ll enjoy it all the more in the right headspace.
The holidays and life in general can be hard, but you are so loved. You’ve bloomed so beautifully into your life and you deserve to enjoy your little corner of the world. The universe and all its sands of time came together so you could have a place here. You, and all the things that bring you joy, were destined and have always been inevitable. I'm proud of you for being here and I'm glad out of all of life's craziness we get to share something like Cootie-verse together.
Thank you for choosing to spend your time here. I will see you soon. Enjoy!
This is your last chance to read the tags. The internet is a 'choose your own adventure' space, and by proceeding you are choosing this adventure. As a general reminder, and I hope would go without saying, CGL dynamics in this fic are solely between consenting adults and do not reference or imply anything that is not between consenting adults.
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Cooties pt. 4
The evening is positioned perfectly to float lazily and peacefully past you. When you made it downstairs, you’d found your food waiting on the coffee table for you. Agatha and Rio’s food sat to each side.
There was an outlier though. Your food, squarely in the middle, was separated into sections on what looked like a small lunch tray. You cautiously approached it, sizing it up and observing the Bluey artwork on the tray.
It is here you stand, rooted firmly in suspicion. The implication of the plate is of so little worry that it doesn’t even register with you. Rather, your suspicion is fueled solely by the fact that you’ve never seen it before.
“It’s got Bluey, baby,” Agatha says from behind you.
She approaches, her lips briefly finding the top of your head before she guides you to sit down on the floor in front of the coffee table.
Taking her seat on the couch, she points towards the plate.
“See? It’s part of your present.”
Agatha pulls a small blue backpack from beside the couch and sets it next to you. You briefly assess its yellow accents and the patch that adorns the front pocket before you conclude its for you. Your movement to grab at it is halted when she pointedly meets your gaze. In your hesitation, your eyes flick between hers and the backpack. Her lip ticks up in amusement, and you get the feeling she is waiting for something.
You have no clue what she could be waiting for, though. Ignoring the feeling altogether, you proceed with your original plan of action and lunge towards the backpack.
“Ah, ah, bunny,” Agatha’s hand quickly presses gently against the center of your chest, softly keeping you in place, “Remember what Mommy said?”
Her touch is warm and soothes the growing antsy-ness that gnaws squarely where it rests.
“Which time?” You ask, more frustration showing than you intend.
What an odd question for her to ask.
You think hard, regardless. She says lots of things...which one were you supposed to remember?
Her thumb gently swipes over your brow that has become furrowed from your intense thinking. As quickly as it weighs you down, your thought process is lost to her lazy chuckle. You aren’t sure what you did to earn it, but you’re glad you’re making her happy.
“I said that only good bunnies get presents,” she taps you on the nose, “Can you be good for Mommy and Daddy and eat your dinner so that we can open your present?”
“Now that’s a silly question. Our little bunny is a saint,” Rio chimes in from where she approaches, “Even when they dead leg Daddy.”
A pointed raise of Rio’s eyebrow as she joins Agatha on the couch is all it takes for guilt to tug at your heart and sting your cheeks.
Your chest bloats uncomfortably and you feel weighted down. You don’t like the discomfort the guilt carries one bit, so you quickly clamber to Rio and crawl in her lap.
“I sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s okay, conejito. Daddy knows your were just playing.” She playfully peppers kisses against your cheeks. “Plus, you’re far too small to do any real damage.”
As you blush, you work to hide away in her neck.
“Hey, its Bingo!” She observes.
Bingo?!
“Daddy! That’s Bluey!”
“Who-ey?”
With Rio’s arms wrapped around you, a third hand stroking your back breaks your focus on righting such a wrong.
Bluey is blue! Bingo is...not blue. It’s not that hard...
“We can find out over dinner,” Agatha motions her head towards the TV where Disney+ is loading, “Preferably before it gets cold.” She adds, pointedly.
Rio eyes you over, sizing you up, and you do the same to her. Agreement comes to you both easily, and she sets you back down in front of the coffee table.
You assess your plate and its compartments. The upper row is split into three equal sections. One upper-corner has unsweetened apple sauce and the other has Oreos. In between them sits a yellow juice box with a purple wave one it- grape, your favorite. In the main compartment is your pizza- from the place next to the bookstore- cut up into small bites.
As you go for the first bite of your pizza Agatha turns on an episode of Bluey.
“Thank you for dinner, my love,” Rio whispers to Agatha.
You hear a soft ‘smooch’ from behind you. The noise of lips parting is apparent, the kiss lingering, and then lingering some more.
There will be plenty of time for kissing later.
You subtly clear your throat and hear giggles broken up by quick pecks from behind you. You don’t mind because they’re quickly followed by doting hands ready to help you finish your meal.
Agatha wipes at your fingers between bites of pizza and Rio delicately spoons apple sauce into your patiently waiting mouth. Neither of them miss your increasing glances towards the Oreos on your plate.
As they both finish their own food, you are waiting for the chance to bring up eating your dessert. You can feel Agatha’s relaxed presence sprawled on the couch and you lean in to Rio’s gentle scratches on the back of your neck.
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You do your best to pay attention to the episode of Bluey, but you feel antsy. You really want your Oreos but you want milk to go with them. You contemplate asking, but the room stirs before you can.
“Daddy,” Agatha starts, voice carrying easily, “can you go get Mr. Bear, please?”
Your cheeks flush and a wiggle rolls through you in anticipation. You try to withhold your eagerness, perhaps that is why Agatha giggles from behind you before Rio gently pats your head and walks to retrieve what Agatha is requesting.
Mr. Bear isn’t just any stuffie, he is your favorite stuffie. This high honor was bestowed for many reasons. First, he is filled just the right amount of things that make him perfectly weighted to sit on your chest and comfort you. Second, one of those things is lavender, which reminds you of the nighttime lotion Agatha rubs into your chest before bed. Third, Mr. Bear means it’s time to nurse.
“Sweetie, are you ready to come to Mommy?”
Your body hums in anticipation, though shyness works to conceal it.
“It’s just us, bunny. Come here,” her sureness sings to you, “be with me.”
She easily wills you to welcome her affections. You are vaguely aware that normally you’d fuss or fight feeling so small. The voice in your head that normally shrouds you in shame is muffled and you have no interest in trying to hear what it has to say.
You are here. You are present. This moment is all that matters to you.
Your cheeks tingle under the demand of a smile unrestrained. You’re a ball of limbs and effort as you hoist yourself into arms that your body recognizes easily: home.
Agatha gives a few dramatic grunts and gruffs as you work to get comfortable.
“There’s my sweet little bunny,” Agatha dotes.
Her scrub top lays bunched near the end table. Pale skin pebbles under your touch. The soft pink of her nipples stands at its highest peak, entrancing you at the thought of gently lapping at them.
“Come here, bunny,” Agatha squeezes you tightly to her chest, “I’m freezing.”
You observe Agatha as she pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and works to nestle you both in. Her hair, messy from a day full of earnest work, is messy and accompanied only by a mostly gone layer of mascara. The soft peaks and valleys of the crinkles by her pursed, concentrated lips, pull you to gently kiss the corner of her mouth.
A barely there chuckle- the kind that only comes in moments of soft, safe stillness- hums in her chest, the place you kissed pulling up in a satisfied smile.
“How are you feeling, little love?” She searches your features, eyes scanning you for any signs of discomfort.
Her middle finger grazes across your forehead, then your cheekbone, and finishes with a gentle tap on the tip of your nose.
“You don’t feel warm. Does anything still hurt?”
You ponder her assessment. You do feel much better, but you gnaw at your lip, hesitant to say so.
“Do you remember when we talked this morning, bunny?”
You give your best ‘mmhmm’ in confirmation.
“And do you remember what Mommy said?”
You think... And you think even harder. You remember playing your tapping game. One tap for yes, two taps for no. She asked you questions... There was one question about...
“Does Mommy have a big bunny or a little bunny on her hands?”
Her words call your earlier conversation to bloom in your mind:
'Do you know whether you’re our little bunny or our big bunny we always love you the same way we love you right now?'
Peace tickles down your spine and your chest blossoms into the safety you are offered.
“Little bunny!” You declare.
Your confidence- though it teeters from a place of reserve- makes both of you giggle.
“Mmm,” Agatha hums, brushing her knuckles along the curve of your cheek, “and does my little bunny know if they feel any better?”
The blue of her eyes is enraptured with you as it follows the path her fingers draw along your skin.
Seeing her studious eyes locked onto you and knowing you will see them for the rest of your life pulls at the front of your throat, but only for a moment. You feel a burst of an emotion with no name that you know of before elation begins to cradle you as you float up...up...
“I think even little bunnies can use their words for Mommy, hmm?” She coaxes gently.
“Feel better!” You confirm, burying your head into her chest.
Agatha gasps.
“Good, bunny. So good for Mommy. I knew you could do it.”
She shushes you with whispers of warm affirmations: ‘Mommy’s so proud of you, baby’ and ‘My sweet little bunny’.
Soon, a soft patter of feet carries the final piece of your comfort to you. In her tow- Mr. Bear.
“Thank you, daddy.” Agatha offers while taking Mr. Bear and bringing him closer for you to hold.
He somehow feels much larger than he is as you snuggle him to your chest. Reprieve washes over you in a way you always forget it can. The pieces of you that are always wound so taut melt into nothing.
It’s like drifting to sleep after a long day, when you’re closer to slumber than consciousness, and your eyebrows unfurl on their own. Though you never realize the effort you exert in holding them closer to you, you are never able to ponder it much. Something in you always knows when it’s been caught. Almost as if saying: ‘oh, I didn’t realize you were still here with me. I’m here to take care of you now. Relax, rest.’ Before it sends you off to sleep.
You feel as fuzzy and soft in the company of the kiss the two women share over your head. A loose strand of Rio’s hair falls against your nose- a gentle tickle that makes you giggle. They chuckle against each others lips.
“Do you have something to say to Daddy, bunny?”
Agatha’s question is directed at you, but her eyes linger on Rio’s lips. Your decision is easy.
You pull on Rio’s collar to give her the biggest, bestest kiss you can muster. Along with you, she giggles into it, and Agatha feigns offense.
“Mmm,” Rio mumbles before pulling back, “You’re welcome,” she leans back in enough that her breath ghosts over your lips before knowingly adding, “conejito.”
If it is possible, anything left in you that is solid melts into jelly.
With Mr. Bear safely in your clutches, Agatha’s cool skin warming underneath you, and Rio working her way into snuggling in- a foggy peace encircles the three of you.
Agatha guides you to her chest and traps her lip between her teeth as you latch on. Rio scratches your back as Agatha brags on you.
“We have such a brave bunny, Daddy. Taking all of their medicine, letting their little body rest... Doing every last thing we asked so they could get all better.”
Rio’s hand shifts to lightly tap your bottom.
“Brave just like Mommy.” Rio quips.
“Do you hear that, bunny? Daddy’s trying to butter me up.”
“Is it working?” Rio asks, coyness thinly veiling her eagerness.
The resulting rhythm of Agatha’s gentle chuckle lulls you to sleep.
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The next thing you know you’re floating through the air. You’re weightless, and your content is effortless.
You notice you’re smiling as gentle tickles pull at you from the inside out.
Suddenly, you feel restricted. You’re still floating, but something sits at your center- far too tight. The weight coils tauter and tauter... Your insides stretch, surely ready to snap at any moment. Coherent thought eludes you, but you’re ready for the tension to cease.
Noises, muffled and hushed, reach your ears. Grunting? Huffing?
Is that...?
You groggily open your eyes to a sight you’ll take with you to your grave.
Agatha’s blue eyes are lazy and unfocused, her mouth devouring you through the cloth that conceals you. Her tongue makes its best effort to lap at you and get closer to your core, but she can only find so much purchase.
Without looking away, you can clumsily gather that you’ve been moved to the bed, legs gently spread and pants removed.
She moans in time with the grunts that woke you, her chin jutting into your covered entrance in a painstakingly slow rhythm.
“There’s our little bunny,” Rio’s voice reflects the sparkle in her eyes from seeing you’ve rejoined them.
Fully taking in your surroundings, you see now that Agatha is bent over the bed as Rio repeatedly bottoms out in her.
Squelch.
A lazy ‘mmf’ is expelled into your center, the hot air teasing the hole being prodded by Agatha’s chin.
“You were so cute sleeping...” Rio recalls fondly, earnest endearment laced with a coyness that pebbles your skin, “Daddy didn’t want to wake you but Mommy was being impatient.”
Your eyes follow the soft pink trails left by Rio’s nails as she scratches up Agatha’s back. Her hand briefly tangles in the brown locks she meets at the base of Agatha’s neck, but she doesn’t pull. Rather, she untangles them easily, her nails following their same path back down to easily grip Agatha’s hip.
“I don’t think she liked me having to make you unlatch to carry you to bed.”
You look down towards Agatha, waiting for a quip, a snide remark, but none come. She is drunk on your cunt and Rio’s cock.
You throb as you further soak the garment Agatha is determined to eat through.
Your body continues to tingle, your mind present, yet still far away. If you had words to offer, Agatha’s lazy, hungry gaze has stolen them away.
Sharp prickles ground you through your fuzziness. Your teeth scrape your fingers that have found their way to your mouth of their own accord.
How did those get there?
You’re only loosely aware that you must have been suckling them as you moan around their shape:
“Mommy.”
Rio’s eyes, fixated on your every move, ooze with love, want, and need.
“Shh, baby,” Rio whispers.
Everything seems frozen around you. The three of you are suspended in time and space- this plane of existence belonging just to you and your wives.
Rio fully sheathes herself into Agatha again.
Squelch.
“Mommy’s working on it. She’s doing such a good job at making you feel good, isn’t she, bunny?”
You nod dumbly and immediately feel Agatha hesitate. She may be drunk on you, but a piece of her seems to always be at the ready to correct you. You need her to stay in her heady stupor- her mindless euphoria and deeply rooted peace are a rare gift.
“Yes, daddy.” You offer, proud of yourself for using your words.
“Tell Mommy, bunny,” Rio redirects.
You tell Agatha how good it feels, and you tell her some more. The moment Rio requests your underwear be taken off Agatha complies without hesitation. She is alternating between sucking at your entrance and dragging her lips back and forth over your clit.
Pleas of ‘Mommy please’ and groans of ‘Mommy it feels so good’ tumble from your lips. Your moans are unrestrained, filthy in a way that just a few years ago would have sent you into weeks of overthinking. Now, though, you are safe. You are welcome and wanted. This space is shared, but it is also yours.
Your pants and strained hums are kerosene to Agatha’s open flames of desire. She is feasting on the taste your cunt eagerly leaks, demanding more with her sloppy slurps and sucks.
In her eagerness to devour you whole, her tongue swipes over your hidden, puckered hole. All praises are stolen off your tongue.
“Don’t be shy now, or I’ll stop,” Rio warns, unaware of where Agatha's tongue has wandered, and Agatha’s nails sink deeply into the softest part of your thighs, “Do you like it when Mommy sucks on your little clit, baby?”
Agatha’s nails are just sunken enough to provide a delicious tingle of a sting. Not hurting, just speaking their warning.
The shape of Agatha’s smirk between your two entrances makes you rock into her, greedy to feel her tongue lap at your ass. Her docile submission has its limits, because she doesn’t cave in. You would be more impressed if not for the growing neediness that has you clenching and unclenching your asshole, desperate to clamp onto any sign of attention.
“I love your tongue, Mommy. Please don’t stop.”
Nothing. Blue eyes, still far away, swirl with humor. You aren’t sure if she finds your need amusing or if she’s taunting you into throwing a fit. You let the stillness linger, the only stimulation coming from the bridge of Agatha’s nose nudging against your clit every time Rio ruts into her.
You can almost hear Agatha whispering to you: ‘Use your words, bunny. If you want something you have to tell Mommy.’
Your pride is nowhere to be found, and you fold easily under no true pressure.
“I need you to tongue fuck my ass,” you mewl pathetically, “It’s yours, Mommy. Please, just take it.”
Agatha’s eyes roll back into her head and she makes a guttural, needy noise. You hardly register the sound before her tongue hardens and she buries it deeply into your ass. Your ring stretches only to contract, working against her persistence. Her nails deeply pull at you as she brings you impossibly closer. Her arms are iron, rooting you in place as you wiggle and squirm.
Her nose prods at your leaking entrance while her tongue settles into your ass. You are impaled onto her face and the flicking of her tongue has severed all of your cognitive function. You try to sink deeper onto her tongue, your whining and whimpering unable to magically make the muscle longer.
“See Mommy,” Rio chuckles, “I told you our little bunny made you a needy mess. They’re barely awake and you’ve got your tongue up their ass. Such a dirty Mommy.”
Every part of you is clenching, the efforts nearly painful as you’re drawn to a taut, inevitable pull.
“Daddy...” you try your best to warn, but her grip is tightening on Agatha’s hips.
“Shh, baby...the grown ups are talking,” her focus teeters between you and watching her cock spear into Agatha at a rapidly increasing pace, “Just lie back and let Mommy eat your ass.”
Rio’s chastising and focus on demolishing Agatha snaps you in two. The release from the peaking grip thrusts you head first into what can only be described as a full body meltdown.
Your body stretches and solidifies, the only contractions stemming from your lower belly and through your core. Though you’re bearing down, you blossom, and you’re further pinned into place as jets of hot liquid spurt onto Agatha’s nose and trickle into her open mouth.
The air shifts, both Rio and Agatha frozen in time with you.
“Did they just-“
“Oh, sweetie...” Agatha gasps, fully alert and clutched by longing and desire, “come here.”
Agatha moves to gather you up in her arms, but Rio expertly yanks her back onto her cock, unceremoniously staking her fully in one rough motion.
“Not so fast, babygirl,” Agatha gasps, a deep blush coloring her cheeks at the rare nickname as Rio barely ruts her hips, “Sorry, bunny. Just a second, promise. Daddy needs to give Mommy her reward.”
A nearly silent mewl falls out of Agatha. You are still high from your own orgasm, but you do your best to file the image of Agatha getting so willingly dominated and bred into the most precious recesses of your mind.
Rio pumps once, twice, before grunting and unloading as deeply as possible into Agatha. She barely has time to pull out, cum still dripping from her cock, before Agatha is crawling back to you.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” Agatha coos, “Mommy got a little carried away didn’t she?”
You try to shake your head no, but she tuts at you before holding you close.
“I forgot little bunnies like you can’t hold their cummies in for very long. I should’ve gotten your changing mat, hmm? That’s okay though, Mommy didn’t let you make too much of a mess on the bed.”
Gentle embarrassment crawls up your neck and bites at your cheeks.
“It’s not just little bunnies, baby. Let’s see how Mommy holds up, yeah?” Rio has settled in between Agatha’s thighs and she lazily winks at you as she scoops her dribbling cum up with two fingers.
Agatha doesn’t have time to tear her eyes away from you before Rio traps her clit between her teeth and shoves her cum deeply back into Agatha’s used cunt. From the way Agatha’s face melts into pure bliss you’re certain Rio is thrumming her fingers against Agatha’s most sensitive softness.
“More, Rio. You just had your cock in me two isn’t going to do it.”
Her words are demanding but her tone drips with need. Still, you have to stifle a giggle at the resulting eye roll Agatha gives when Rio, presumably, added another finger.
“Daddy’s gone soft on me, bunny. She normally knows what Mommy needs but here I am...cunt empty-“
An unimpressed grunt cuts her off, quickly punctuated by a moan covered up with taunting laughter.
“Holy fuck I said more, Rio. Don’t be a-“
This time, her own howl cuts her off.
“Give me your hand, bunny,” Rio commands easily, mumbling lowly: “Mommy is always so mouthy when she cums last.”
You can’t stifle your giggle this time, and lucky for both you and Rio Agatha is far too lost in her ecstasy to notice.
You only have to slightly readjust to reach Agatha’s clit. Your attempt to gather wetness from her entrance is thwarted by Rio’s...wrist?
You peak down to see Rio’s whole hand is buried deeply into Agatha.
“I bet we can make Mommy squirt just like you did, bunny. Don’t you?”
You do. And you did. With a few strums to Agatha’s strained, rock hard clit, she easily and generously gushes for you both.
You are only half successful in your attempt to lick her juices off of your fingers, as she traps them between both of your lips, her tongue meeting yours between and around them. You are lost in the kiss until you hear the hollow squelching that results from Rio removing her fist from Agatha.
There is a still beat of silence before you all burst into giggles at the noise.
“Mmm, come here, bunny,” Agatha grunts and peppers you in kisses, “you’re so amazing.”
Before Rio can clear her throat Agatha motions for her to join.
“You’re amazing too, Daddy,” she coos, “Always so good at taking care of Mommy and our little bunny.”
The three of you are a pile of limbs and warmth, all skillfully avoiding the wet patches on the sheets.
Rio is the first one to move, groaning under the strain of stiff post-sex joints and worn muscles.
“Nooooooooo, stay,” you protest.
“I’ll be right back, conejito,” she assures, wavering at your best attempt at puppy dog eyes.
“Please, daddy?” You go for the kill, but Agatha chides you softly.
“Daddy has to go get you a diaper, baby. She’s just going to the next room.”
“Wha-“ you begin to protest.
“Hush,” Agatha asserts with soft finality.
“I don’t need-“
“From what we just witnessed you can’t control this little super-soaker,” Rio pats at your still very sensitive center.
“It wouldn’t matter even if you could, bunny. It’s our job to make sure you feel safe and protected- and to know when you need the extra comfort.”
The fluffy padding does sound comforting... Despite your internal turmoil, you yearn for the calmness that always comes with Agatha or Rio dotingly securing a diaper to your hips. You’ve never used it for its intended purpose, but it feels similarly to a weighted blanket. Secure.
Even better, both Agatha and Rio find you utterly irresistible with the extra padding. Often when its worn, during the night you vaguely recognize one of their hands wandering to ‘check’ you.
Hmm...a diaper suddenly didn’t sound so bad...
You are quickly tumbling out of your fussy objections and into a much more agreeable, trusting fuzziness.
“There’s our little bunny,” Rio easily recognizes, “I’ll be right back, okay?”
Before Rio makes it out of the doorway, you call:
“Daddy?”
“Yes, conejito?”
“Can I have my Oreos now?”
Her face is brightened by a broad grin and her responding ‘absolutely’ is nearly muted by Agatha groaning.
“Told ya,” Rio tossed towards Agatha before leaving the room.
Your confusion is quickly quelled.
“We bet on if you’d forget about the Oreos.”
Your brow scrunches. That wasn’t a smart bet... You’d never forget about Oreos.
“I just like to see her win,” Agatha shrugs, before clarifying with a loose, playful threat: “Sometimes.”
Moments like this remind you how easy your devotion to them both is. Love flows steady and unwavering, in both the smallest and biggest ways, as inevitably as a breeze through the leaves.
You cannot begin to fathom the gratefulness that thrums through your chest, heavier than anything you could ever carry. It is too destined to be labeled as luck, but you feel endlessly lucky regardless. The truth cradles you in a pillowy embrace: here, now, and always until the end of time, you cherish and are cherished in return.
Whether you found your forever, or if your forever found you, you float lazily along the stream of certainty: you are home.
:----:
A/N: And with that, Cooties has come to an end. It will always be here for you, though, if you ever need a little TLC from your wives.
BUT, though you're feeling all better from your Cooties, the Cootie-verse has many more adventures in store for you! If you haven't already, check out 'Hello, Sailor!'. (A little birdy told me Part 2 is coming next.)
All jokes aside, real life has several factors that mean no matter how loved and cherished you are, those around you likely aren't able to dote on you 24/7. This is absolutely okay, normal, and healthy. That being said, love like this does exist, and I want you to know that you are worthy of it. If you haven't found it yet, I hope you experience it some day soon. Don't forget that it is just as important and all the more fulfilling to give this love back. Whether its to your partner, caregiver/mommy/daddy, friends, or family- everyone deserves gentle kindness.
I know many of you haven't explored much into the CGL world (if you have pls slide into my DMs- I'd love to share our experiences), but if you're curious, know you are safe to explore as little or as much as you'd like. I am by no means an expert, but can confidently say that there is no 'one-size-fits-all' approach or experience. So if certain parts intrigue you and others don't, you aren't alone!
Hearing from you all makes me so elated and I'd love to know your thoughts. Whether its theories, requests, or your thoughts, it means the world to me to hear it. Thank you for entertaining me through my first xReader fic, it has been a pleasure. You are all the reason that there is more to come!
Your wives spend some time with their little bunny.
(Recommended songs for +10 coziness: this one and this one and this one.)
Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, fluff and mentions of smut, sick!reader, caring Agatha and Rio, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except a few 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, bottle feeding, mentions of breastfeeding
Words: ~4.8k
A/N: Guess who's back in the house, heels click-clackin' about (where my rupaul girlies at?) Anyways, its me!! Have some feel goods for the middle of the week. Mind the tags!! See you at the end.
As always I will edit as I re-read. Please forgive the errors I'm very tired and I know I missed some things!
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Cooties pt. 3
There is hardly oxygen left in the small space you share with Rio. Her tongue works to persistently and purposefully claim your mouth and you are wholly at her mercy. The air you gasp for is thick and sooner than usual your lungs begin to protest. You remember the scratchiness in your throat as a dry cough rocks your body.
Rio pushes away from you and situational awareness colors her face. She got far too distracted by devouring you and her original task seems to push its way back to the forefront of her mind.
“You didn’t take your medicine,” she frowns, seemingly at the realization and not at your antics.
“That’s because it’s still in here…”
Your attempt at flirting catches no wind as you do your best to out-will the coughs begging to escape. The sly effort to grab Rio’s balls to add emphasis to ‘here’ is thwarted as she catches your wrist and pins your hand to the pillows.
“Nice try, bunny,” she slips out from under the covers and shivers at the temperature difference of the open air.
You’re glued to the pattern of the chill bumps that heavily freckle her skin, so you don’t notice the clear medicine cup at your lips until she continues.
“Better open up,” she casually warns.
The cup is tilting at the line of your lips and you know with certainty it will continue to whether you open your mouth or not. You quickly let your mouth fall open. Not out of compliance, but because these are Agatha’s favorite sheets and you value your life. Your scowl is firmly planted on the smug, satisfied smile that had settled into Rio’s face before you even moved to ensure the medicine will make it into your mouth.
You will never say it aloud, lest Agatha deem you an instigator, but you love the casual chaos Rio is prone to. You endlessly admire the way she is undeterred by the threat of mess and has little interest in approaching life the way others might expect. ‘Unfazed’ has never seemed like a worthy descriptor. ‘Unfazed’ implies she pays mind to the status quo, but you’ve never known Rio to care to be aware at how others do things. She really only shows interest in yours and Agatha’s behaviors.
Even still, her studious observations are never applied to her own practices. Rather, she uses the knowledge to make sure she can help provide a life and home that meets your needs- in ways both big and small. Rarely does Rio wear matching socks, claiming that she has two feet for a reason and they deserve their own experiences. You, on the other hand, wince at the thought that one sock could be slightly tighter than the other or fall at a different place on your ankle. Every morning she puts a mated pair into the dryer so they are warm for you.
Once, in a similar- though much grander- effort, she had banned you from entering the highest floor of your home.
—
The space hadn’t ever been used for much, mostly a resting place for storage totes full of old clothes and various decor that was long retired. Within the month, you and Agatha arrived home to Rio waiting at the door to grab you by the wrist and usher you up the steps.
“Careful, Rio!” Agatha had called.
You thought Rio had paid the warning no mind until she quickly wrangled you into her arms to dart up the steps. You didn’t care to question if this was actually any more careful- the warm buzz that filled your chest from her excitement was far too intoxicating to risk losing. Her soft words to you upon reaching the top of the steps remain tucked away in your mind to listen to at your leisure.
“Close your eyes, bunny.”
Once you complied you were carried a few more feet before being deposited into a fluffy, cloudy mass. You quirked your brow when your body was rocked by Rio flopping into the mass next to you. She snuggled in close before granting you permission.
“Open them, my love.”
Your excitement snapped back into your chest like a taut rubber band released from its grip. Time stood still as you absorbed the view above you. Stars looked down upon you from their place nestled against the sky and you were mesmerized at how they so easily shared your home.
“What do you think, bunny?”
You turned to find Rio closely examining you, smile full of pride as she cradled the back of your neck and ran her thumb over the dimple just behind your ear lobe.
“I— Wha—”
“You’re always looking up at the stars. You hesitate when you’re coming in at night and I figured its cause you wanted to look at them longer.”
Rio gave a little shrug through a big, goofy grin and you were speechless. Your brain had to work overtime to get yourself to absorb your surroundings, but through the clanking and churning of its efforts you recognized the space Rio had carved for you in your home was designed just for you.
Two expansive panes of glass took place of what had once been a shed ceiling. A vastly oversized recliner was tucked into the farthest corner, lit perfectly to read one of the many books that sat in rows on a meticulously crafted wall of bookshelves. Underneath you was a giant, softly upholstered cushion that sat below the skylights. It was certainly larger than your Alaskan King sized bed and could swallow both you and Rio whole.
“You…this is for me?” you said dumbly, brain misfiring at its most fundamental level.
“Everything is for you, bunny.” Rio spoke sweetly just in time for Agatha to make her presence known and throw herself down on the cushion next to Rio.
“It’s true. She kept me in line the entire time. I almost spoiled it twice.” Agatha said matter-of-factly while wrapping her arms around you both.
“Twice?!” Rio countered, the warmth in her tone turning incredulous.
“Maybe, like, six or seven times. Irrelevant.” Agatha winked at you and you chuckled at them both, climbing in between them.
“So…” Rio wondered aloud, her attention having moved far past Agatha as it settled back solely on you.
Peaking up at her you saw excitement and pride coloring her face, but what made you melt was the hope pooled in her eyes. You glanced at Agatha and she was equally mesmerized at Rio’s anticipatory demeanor.
“It’s perfect.” you granted her release and have always cherished the all-consuming smile you received in return.
—
Your scowl fades into a soft, warm reverence and you let your eyes fall over Rio’s features. An unmistakable glint of pride floats lazily through her eyes like it’s passing through right on schedule.
“I knew you'd behave, bunny.” She coos and sets the small, now empty, cup onto the nightstand.
She chuckles at the grimace that tenses the muscles in your neck, amused at how repulsed you are by such a small dose of liquid. You don’t allow the smugness of her victory room to breathe before you dive your head into her lap and wrap your arms around her. Your tight squeeze pushes the breath out of her and it comes out in a confused chuckle.
“Woah, what is it, baby?” Her fingertips rub soft circles on the back of your neck before she uses her blunt nails to light scratch under the collar of your shirt.
Your skin prickles under the delicate attention and you feel much lighter than you did moments ago. Rio was, likely unknowingly, releasing you into a space only the three of you ever shared. Corners and edges are much softer here and responsibilities unmoor from their worries. Here, you only ever need one of two things: Mommy or Daddy. When you’re lucky, you have both.
You pull away and see subtle shifts in Rio’s features, but the reasoning as to why floats just out of reach. You know you can reach out and try to grab at it. If you think hard enough you could probably conclude that Rio has seen a change in your eyes. But why would you want to? The effort of such a task threatens to fetter you and stop you from exploring this happy place.
The threat doesn’t last for long. You don’t allow it, posing a question before it can bargain for your attention.
“Stars?” you ask, your voice confident, but much more vulnerable than it had been all day.
“Of course, bunny.”
Rios thumb brushes over your cheek before a kiss takes its place. She pulls away, but her hand clasps yours and tugs, encouraging you to stand.
“You know…” Rio drags conspiratorially, “I know a guy who knows a guy. Says the stars were hung up just for you.”
Your instincts urge you to brush the flattery as far away as possible, but you’re entranced by the woman it comes from. Your cheeks have just enough bite to reveal Rio’s attention has rooted you in bashfulness. She seems to enjoy your response, as she crouches down and presses her lips softly to your forehead.
“Esas mejillas rosas son tan lindas, conejito.”
You aren’t entirely sure what she is saying, but you recognize the term of endearment easily. Rio calling you her little bunny in her native tongue pools you into the shape of her affections.
“Stars, Daddy!”
The softness in Rio’s demeanor makes it easier to see your instincts for what they are. Here, in this moment, you don’t want to deny her praises or dismiss her doting. You want to believe in the reverence her gaze adores you with, that you are worthy of the sweet musings she offers to you. Somehow, it feels as though you’ve lived a thousand lifetimes and also none at all. You vaguely recollect a lifetime of doubt and insecurity, but it feels so far from you when brown eyes sing so sweetly to you.
It all seems so far now, a hazy string of memories you observe from where you sit- whole, new, and loved. Yes by Rio, but also by you. You deserve this softness. You deserve this attention.
You are worthy of the love you are receiving and it is always there, even when disbelief is determined to be your destiny.
“Daddy can make that happen. Do you want to walk or ride?”
“Up!” you declare easily.
“I probably could’ve guessed that one,” she muses before turning around.
She lets you clamber onto her back and carts you off. You make it to the top floor unscathed, though Rio’s occasional ‘drifting’ almost had you both in the floor.
It wouldn’t have been the first time Agatha came home to an injured pile of her spouses. Though, considering that night ended with Rio eating your cunt while Agatha had a belt around her neck and was forcing her to apologize, you’d be willing to take another tumble.
“What are you sorry for, Daddy?” Agatha demanded.
Rio’s words were carelessly mumbled into your center. She was far too lost in the taste of you to consider her circumstance. You could hear the leather of the belt creak when Agatha tightened her grip and pulled harshly. Rio let out a guttural noise followed by a gasp.
“For turning our little bunny’s piggy back ride into a Nascar race.”
Your body lowly, but happily, buzzes at the memory. The fondness of intimacy warms you, but your body makes no further demands for it. You steep lazily in the promise that your forever will be full of time for a more physical connection. Right now, your focus is on finding the comfiest way to curl into Rio on the oversized cushion- fittingly coined the ‘cuddle cushion’ within days of its first use.
“Snuggle up, conejito. Are you ready to learn all about star science with Daddy?”
You giggle, but roll your eyes and are met with an offended scoff.
“Hey! I know things. Like how the most stars that are seen by the human eye at any given time is two thousand. Give or take.”
You squint and look to where the stars glitter through the glass. You try to count a small patch, but lose your place amongst the multitude.
“It’s mostly true,” she continues, “For everyone except me, of course.”
You scrunch your brows together, a mix of lingering suspicion at Rio’s ‘star science’ and curiosity of her train of thought.
“I could never see that many stars at any given time. I only ever see one.” She spoke under her breath, like the truth of her words would level cities if spoken too loudly.
The certainty of her claim carries more weight than you have room for, so you let it overtake you. Playfulness rests over your skin, but something much more consuming swells in your chest. It doesn’t scare you, though. It isn’t that kind of consuming. It does quite the opposite.
Suddenly safety is such a certainty that it’s no longer a concept or question. It just is.
There are so many things you don’t know, but that’s okay. Because here, now, you are safe. You are calm. Here, serenity sings to you from where it has been sown tenderly, purposefully, by a love few are lucky enough to ever know.
You long to be impossibly closer to Rio. You settle on tucking your hand under her shirt to rest on her belly, soft and warm, and nuzzling in to her chest.
“There are also 275 million stars born every day,” she speaks only loud enough for your ears to hear, “Most of those 275 million stars will travel in clusters. Most stars in general do. Not our sun though. It moves alone.”
“That’s sad,” you decide easily.
“Why?”
Rio’s curiosity is gentle, not questioning for her own understanding, but to bask in the gift of your perception of the world around you. She hangs on to your every word in a way that consumes you. When you speak she listens.
A glimpse from a moment hidden in your heart floats by. You had been rattling on about a new ship that was consuming you. Having seen edits of the two characters show up more and more, you had started watching the show out of curiosity- and you hadn’t shut up since.
“Hold on, they did what? Didn’t she just find out they’re first cousins during last week’s episode?”
You started to giggle at how perturbed Rio seemed before realizing you hadn’t said anything since last week about the ‘first cousins’ bomb that the show dropped.
“Wait- you remember that?”
You were pleasantly surprised with her quick catch, but Rio’s shock at the story line morphed into confusion.
“Why wouldn’t I remember it?”
“I don’t know,” you felt your cheeks heat and you cursed your sudden bashfulness, “I know I’ve been hyper-fixating. I’m never sure how much of what I say is actually worth listening to.”
For a brief moment, Rio looked pained. She didn’t speak of it, but you could feel that it wasn’t for her. It was for you.
Your heart threatened to skip a beat and your brain must’ve assumed you needed a lifeline, because before you knew you were going to say anything you hear yourself speak.
“Also they aren’t actually first cousins. It’s by marriage. Don’t be a prude.”
“I amend my statement. It’s always worth listening to as long as you’re not insulting Daddy.”
You rolled your eyes and her brow raised in a challenge. You were quickly attacked by hungry, possessive lips and when Agatha came into the room none of your clothes lasted more than a few seconds.
You would later learn how much the statement truly bothered her. She said she couldn’t stand the idea of anyone making you feel like your words were a waste. You have maintained a stance that it’s a bit dramatic of a take, but secretly you revel in her unwavering attention and offense that it isn’t what you receive from others.
The gentle thudding of Rio’s heartbeat calls you back to the present moment and you remember that her question is waiting, perfectly patient, for your answer.
“Because that means the sun is all alone. It doesn’t have a cluster.”
You speak as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. The small smile Rio responds with tells you that she agrees, almost.
“It’s not alone, though, bunny. It has you. And it has me and Mommy.”
“Well that can’t be true,” you begin to work through your reasoning aloud.
“How do you mean?”
“The sun can’t have you. You just saids you couldn’t see it.”
She stares at you for a moment before bursting into easy, pillowy laughter.
“Good point, bunny. Can you promise Daddy something then?”
She turns more towards you and you nod lazily. The warmth of her hand lulls you into weightlessness and your body is out-willing your consciousness.
“Promise me that you’ll always be there for the sun for both of us, yeah?”
This time when you nod, your head has lulled much further into Rio’s chest. You open your eyes, and the stars have been replaced with a close-up view of your fingers sitting just by your mouth.
How did they get there?
You don’t have much time to ponder it before Rio is shushing you gently and scratching your scalp. Her wordless instruction wills you to comply and you succumb to the rest that calls to you.
The next time your eyes open, you are being deposited somewhere by Rio. You fuss at the thought of separation and grumble, but you are too tired to protest any further. Gentle shushing works to soothe you, but it isn’t coming from the woman setting you down. You’re settled into a new warmth and you turn to see the source. All discontent melts away from you so quickly that you can hardly remember how it got there in the first place.
Agatha is home which means Mommy is home.
You squirm in her embrace to properly greet her, but she holds you tighter.
“Ah, ah, bunny. Be good for Mommy while Daddy gets dinner ready.”
You still immediately, her words easily becoming your actions. You blink a few times to push your sleepiness aside. You are more alert now, but your body is heavy with exhaustion.
You are still under the stars, but are now being rocked gently by Agatha. A shining glint catches your eye against Agatha’s neck and your fingers follow it. The thin chain feels angrily cold as you trace it, and you tug to free it from Agatha’s scrub top. The wedding ring you and Rio had designed for her hangs loosely against the dark navy fabric.
Three stones glimmer in the low light of your little corner of the world. One for each of you.
Her hand comes closer to the necklace and for a moment you think she will stop you from toying with it. Instead, she pulls your other hand away from your mouth.
“None of that, baby. We don’t suck on our fingers, remember?”
Heat builds in your cheeks and an uncomfortable feeling swells in your chest. It’s tamed nearly instantly when a cool finger tips your chin to meet Agatha’s gaze.
“It’s okay, bunny. You’re not in trouble. I have another option for you, hmm?”
You only need to see her eyes to see that she is deeply exhausted. Her shoulders are tense in a way that only happens when she is on high-alert. It likely isn’t intentional, but her guard is up and denying her longing to be fully centered here with you. Your heart aches to lull her into comfort.
Her eyes trace a path that compels you to follow them. Your gaze lands on a bottle that sits in the recliner’s cup holder and you feel the full attention of blue eyes now analyzing you closely. Agatha softly brushes your forehead with the back of her knuckles before she kisses your temple and whispers in your ear.
“Only if you want it, bunny.”
You’re stilled by shyness, hesitancy. Something about having a choice makes your insides churn and you shuffle uncomfortably.
“What’s for dinner?” You ask, delaying your decision.
Agatha’s lips purse slightly and she seems to be weighing a decision of her own. She makes a show of reading you like an open book and is slowly disarming the fight that threatens to bubble within you.
“Pizza.”
She throws the word into the room like an unpinned grenade.
“Pizza?!”
If there’s pizza downstairs what are you doing upstairs? You attempt to wiggle away from Agatha, but she doesn’t allow you to go far before pulling you in closer.
“But…” she lets the word linger until you are practically on the edge of your seat with curiosity.
Did she get a gross pizza with mushrooms on it? Did she get it from the place off the first exit on her way home? Surely not. She had to get it from the place next to the bookstore…
You hope for the latter, and right as you are about to burst with questions, she satiates you.
“Only good bunnies get pizza. Is that you, baby? Are you going to be a good little bunny and behave for Mommy?”
Her tone is gentle and it dampens the shyness and hesitancy that still tangles within you. It is no where near as consuming as you realize that Agatha needs this. Her need makes it feel easier to acknowledge that you need it too.
Your gentle nod is met with a smile that rivals every star above you. You decide you’d wrangle them all, hand-wrap each one, and gift them to Agatha if it meant seeing it again.
You already felt small, but Agatha’s cooing and shushing have emptied your mind. You are wholly consumed in the intimacy she creates.
“Good, bunny.”
She presses one more kiss to your temple before retrieving the bottle. As she settles further into the chair, she pulls you closer to her and coaxes you to nestle into the crook of her arm. You are almost malleable by the time she brushes the soft rubber nipple against your lips. It drawls you to act on instinct and your lips fall open and latch onto the bottle.
There is no room to be surprised or embarrassed by your reaction, because warm milk captures all of your senses as you give your first suckle. The hint of cinnamon hits your tongue and your insides turn to jelly. She made your favorite.
Your next suck is greedier and your body is rocked by a hearty chuckle.
“Slowly, little one,” she soothes in a coo, “Slowly for Mommy.”
You comply, letting your breath fall in time with hers. As you imagine your hearts beating in sync, you search for her eyes. Her hardened blues have melted into pools of adoration and her shoulders sit much further down than they had moments ago. You feel like you are floating and you’re certain you’re weightless as she continues rocking you, gently humming to you as she helps you finish the milk she carefully crafted to your liking.
She continues her affections, offering praises as she holds the bottle to your lips.
That’s it, bunny. Mommy’s so proud of you.
You’re safe. Mommy’s got you.
Her words and ministrations lull you into a hazy trance. Soon, your suckles produce more air than milk and you scrunch your face in disappointment. The chuckle that comes from above you makes you fuss and the bottle is pulled from your lips.
“All done, bunny,” Agatha coos.
You don’t like that answer and burry your face into her chest with purpose. She hums in satisfaction as she realizes what you are rooting around for. She chuckles as she holds your head still.
“Let Mommy help, baby.”
The softness of her breast is taken from you and she wiggles to pull her scrub top up. She must’ve removed her bra as soon as she got home, because there is no barrier between you and the hardening pink bud that sits against silky, pale skin.
She says nothing as her hand cradles the back of your head and draws you closer to her nipple. Needing no other encouragement, you quickly latch on and warm air dances across your forehead as Agatha releases a shaky breath.
“What an eager little bunny Mommy has tonight,” she observes, letting her thumb gently trace over your eyebrows one at a time.
“Daddy texted me and told me I’d be coming home to our little one. But do you want to know a secret, bunny?”
You peak up from your place nestled against her breast. You’re gently suckling, lapping every so often. On more than one occasion you’ve found yourself wishing Agatha could actually breastfeed you. It always caught you off guard, especially at first. However, the more moments like this you share and the more deeply woven you become with Agatha, the more you long for that sort of connection. The thought of Agatha’s body working to care for you pulled at such a deep string in you that you aren’t sure you’ll ever have words to express the ache.
Agatha patiently waits for an answer, content to share this time with you, and smiles when you nod in affirmation.
“I already knew. My special Mommy superpowers told me you needed me,” she murmurs and draws circles over the center of your chest.
“This little heart was calling out to mine,” she matter-of-factly continues.
She pauses her circles to move your hand to lay on her bare chest just between her breasts. The steady drumming tickles your fingers and you are content to stay like this forever. Agatha snakes her hand under your t-shirt and mirrors the placement of your hand, but on your body.
“We’re always connected, bunny,” she hums with the beating of your heart. “There’s no such thing as us ever being apart. I’ll always know when you need me. And you’ll always know just who you need.”
The tender moment gracefully comes to a close when you hear a soft voice from the doorway.
“Dinner is ready,” Rio offers.
You are too enthusiastic about getting up for Agatha’s liking and she pulls you back down into her lap.
“Only patient little bunnies get presents from Mommy,” she gently wrangles your arms in before softly tickling her fingers at your neck.
It only tickles a little, just enough to draw you into playfulness. You move to tickle her neck in return, but halt when you
“There’s presents?!” you shoot up and feel a little too dizzy at the quick motion.
Maybe the cold medicine has hit you too hard, or maybe you’re a little milk drunk. Probably both…But between the pizza and the presents your brain isn’t sure which to fixate on. You vaguely notice that Agatha is looking over you, brow furrowed in concern. The attention calls to you like a siren and you nearly cave.
You struggle to remind yourself that, whether you go for the pizza or the presents first, the main objective is to make it downstairs. You steel your resolve and focus on the mission at hand.
You dart for the door, but Rio catches you around the waist easily.
“Ah ah ah, bunny,” Rio chides, “what do we say to Mommy?”
You ponder this for a moment and the answer seems clear.
“Dibs on the garlic butter!” you declare as you wiggle to ‘dead-leg’ Rio, successfully escaping and taking off down the steps when her grip loosens.
You hear Agatha’s cackling over the patter of your feet down the steps and aren’t sure if its at Rio or your future.
“I should’ve seen that coming,” Rio assesses.
“Don’t worry, daddy. I’m sure our little bunny is very, very sorry.”
To be continued…
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A/N: But how sorry are you?? Rio wants to know... I'm sorry to leave you with more antici...pation. The smut in part 4 will be well worth it if you've stuck with me thus far. I just wanted you all to have a little fluff as a treat.
Intended translation: "Esas mejillas rosas son tan lindas, conejito." is 'Those pink cheeks are so cute, bunny.'
Is that a like, reblog, or reply in your pocket? Or are you just thinking about Part 4??
I felt shy writing this so fr if you liked it please let me know.😩
In honor of Cooties Pt. 4 seeing the light of day soon… I present to you (a rough attempt at) my other hobby! I do not draw people regularly but couldn’t resist.
Enjoy a little Cootieverse!Agatha… She misses you dearly.
Anchors aweigh! Does this ship have seat belts? Oh well, its probably fine. Fair winds and following seas!
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You've never tried water sports... This is the story of when you get curious and find out your wives really, really want to.
A continuation of this prompt-fill. I'm considering this part of the Cootie-verse, but it can be read as a standalone!
Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, mostly smut, some feel good fluff, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except 1-2 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, water sports
Words: ~7k
A/N: Nobody look at me... I get shy when I post filth. I will edit as I find things that need fixing.
AO3 | My Fics | original prompt
Hello, Sailor!
It started around lunchtime. Rio had been mulching the garden and there was a ring of sweat on her gray, cutoff crop top that was distracting you. You hadn’t intended on your eyes focusing on the wave her drinking made in her throat. Something about the way her head tilted back as she gulped down water made your throat suddenly painfully dry.
“Want some?” She asked, handing the water bottle towards you.
You shook your head ‘no’ dumbly.
“I think it’s empty anyways.” She frowned slightly, peaking into the inside of your favorite water bottle she commandeered.
She sat it on the counter with a clank and came to give you a brief, brisk kiss before returning outside. You were frozen for a moment or two before springing into action and refilling the bottle. You had to see that again.
Making your way outside you hand her the bottle and retreat with her soft ‘Thanks, babe.’
You casually sat on a bar stool, lazily spinning left and right before you accidentally land where you have a perfect view of Rio working outside. Watching her work had always done something to you. Anytime sweat sheened off her warm, olive skin you became entranced at the way her body moved, folded, and strained under her tasks. Something was different today, though. Every time she pulled a glove off and held it between her fingers as she reached for her water bottle your breath caught in your chest. You felt anxious, anticipatory…did you really want to see it again that badly?
Then, she’d bring your bottle- your bottle- to her lips and take several gulps. Each time, her head craned back. The movement in her neck was delicious. Your cunt throbbed with each gulp and it made your cheeks burn hot. You thought about touching yourself. You knew it would only take a small shift for your wetness to spread over your thighs. What the fuck is happening to your body?
This cycle rinsed and repeated over the next few hours. A few times, you retrieved her bottle to refill it. Each time, she was more appreciative than the last.
“How’d you know it was empty? Good timing!”
“My savior, once again.”
“So good for me, bunny. Thank you.”
“You always know what Daddy needs. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were watching me.”
You’re certain your face turned as red as some of her potted plants. Had you been caught?
So you tried to be more casual about it. You pulled yourself into various tasks around the house and occasionally glanced out the window to see what Rio was up to. You must have missed her running out of water- because now you look up to find Rio clicking the head of the garden hose and turning it on at a low pressure.
Her mouth sits open and she holds the hose above her and to the side. As she drinks from the stream you’re conflicted, unsure of whether you want to be the hose or be Rio while she’s the hose.
Not like that …
You justify to no one in your mind. It just reminds you of Rio drinking up your juices. And the one time you squirted with her lips wrapped around your cunt and you made a mess all over her face. The release had been pure ecstasy…
You wonder if that’s how it feels for Rio when she cums down your throat.
“Boo!” Agatha pinches your sides and you screech in shock.
“Agatha, what the fuck!” You whisper-yell at her trying to keep her quiet.
Her brow raises dangerously at you, a silent question of: ‘Agatha?’
Before she can question your use of her full name, and frankly your tone, she follows your gaze. You see her swallow and the beginnings of a blush color her cheeks.
“Oh…” her understanding meets yours in kind.
You both let your eyes linger on Rio for a moment before Agatha snakes her arms under yours, resting her hands on the counter and pinning you there. She nuzzles your ear before whispering:
“Do you wish it was you making a mess on Daddy’s face, bunny?”
“I—“
“I bet we could make that happen. Hmm? I could make you ride my cock. I’d even let you choose which one. Though…” she chuckles dangerously, “I know you like how thick my purple one is. When I fuck you with it I know you feel it right here.”
Her drawl on the word ‘right’ toys with you and you groan when her cool hand rests at your lower belly, right above your waistline.
“I’d say I’d fuck your ass, but Daddy would be too tempted to breed your cunt. I wouldn’t want to distract her from sucking your needy little clit.” Her coo is shaped through a pitiful pout, “Then how would you be able to make a mess all over her face, bunny?”
Your skin catches fire and you’re certain you are moments away from burning the whole house down.
“Do you remember when you squirted all over her face?” A pause…she wants an answer.
“Yes.” Is all you are capable of mustering and she chides you gently in response.
“Yes what, love?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good, bunny.” Her praise melts you into her frame. “Did you notice that Daddy never pulled away? In fact, I’m positive I saw her try and get closer.”
You hadn’t noticed… You question the validity of Agatha’s claim, but know she has no reason to lie.
“I think Daddy liked you being our little super-soaker. Do you think you’d be able to do it again? If Mommy fucked into you while Daddy ate you out? I bet it’d be easy to make you explode.”
As if on queue, Rio let the water from the hose fall over her forehead and down her chest.
“What if shes imagining that’s you, bunny? Would you give Daddy what she wants?”
Agatha’s hand slips into your shorts, groaning when she finds you aren’t wearing any underwear. She grunts and ruts into you when she’s met with your folds already being slick and white hot. She rubs lazy circles over you and you wish you could see her face.
“I could bottom out in one go. Grab your hips and yank you down til your ass is rubbing against my hips. You’d be whining, but the stretch would feel so, so good. Daddy would be at the end of the bed, stroking her cock. You’d want to taste her precum but I wouldn’t let you. You'd be too busy getting fucked like the good little slut you are for me. So good at taking Mommy’s cock…”
“Are you imagining it, baby? Me grabbing your sweet little throat,” her free hand wraps around the front of your neck for emphasis and you have no control of the harsh buck of your hips. “Can you hear it? Your ass smacking against me? It’s so loud, bunny…”
“Fuck… Yes, Mommy.”
You aren’t entirely sure where your body ends and Agatha’s begins. Perhaps if you’ve merged into one then she knows just how good she’s making you feel. You wiggle in an effort to get her to slip her fingers inside.
“Greedy today, aren’t we?” Her voice teeters on a growl, but her chuckle mists the possessiveness in her tone. “You don’t need my fingers, baby. Remember? Mommy has her cock buried in you.”
You are a fucking mess. You’d give anything for her words to be true.
“How does it feel to have Mommy rail you, hmm?”
“So fucking good.” You pant.
“Yeah? I bet I could make you our little super-soaker without even making you squirt.”
She is supporting most of your weight now and the subtle strain in her voice is delicious. You don’t have any time to consider what she means before she is husking at your ear.
“Is that what you want, bunny? For Mommy to fuck the piss out of you?”
Your body freezes, burning so hot that you feel cold.
Fuck the piss—?
Your thought barely forms into confusion when Agatha slams three fingers into you, curling them so purposefully your knees buckle.
“Jesus, fuck—“ you squeeze your eyes shut and you’re certain you open them, but you can’t see a thing.
“Maybe you’ll squirt first…maybe you’ll just think you’re going to. But no, baby. That’s just Mommy’s cock ramming into you.”
She is nearly battering your insides but your body only tries to suck her in deeper than her fingers can reach. The squelching noises coming from your cunt are filthy and only get louder when she drags her teeth against where your shoulder meets your neck.
“Such a naughty little bunny. Your pussy must really like what Mommy is saying.”
You clench at the way she coos in contrast of her harsh ministrations. Coherent thoughts are beyond you and your bones are jelly. If Agatha were to let go you’d fall to the floor.
“It’s okay, baby. I love that you’re this wet just imagining me fucking the piss out of you. And Daddy would be right there…letting you soak her just like she’s soaked right now.”
You groan at the thought of both women’s attention. If Agatha wants it, and if Rio wants it, you certainly aren’t one to deny them. You’ve always said you’d try anything once… Here in Agatha’s arms the thought of letting yourself go sounds like a dream. Even when you’ve squirted before, you always tried to hold back. What would it be like to give yourself to their whims so completely?
“Look at Daddy, bunny.” She removes her hand from your throat and harshly grips your chin, forcing you to lock your gaze onto where Rio is now stripping her soaked cut off and throwing it over her shoulder.
All you can do is whimper pathetically. She’s so fucking sexy and you’ll give her anything she wants. If she wants to lick your pussy while Agatha fucks you so hard your body has no choice but to piss everywhere…
“The next time she’s that wet it’s gonna be because of you. She’ll have her tongue buried in your cunt, licking from your clit to my cock. I’ll be right here whispering to you while you let me fill you up so full that if I hit just the right spot…fuck you at just the right angle…you’ll explode.”
You may as well be her puppet. Of fucking course you’d let them ravage you. They can have all of you. Whatever they want, it’s theirs.
“I know it’s hard to hold it all in. Such a big job…” she coos, “You’ll be a mess…a little rag doll for Mommy and Daddy to use. You’ll have held on for so long… It’ll be so easy to just…let go.”
Agatha bites your ear lobe and you yelp. Your insides are tight, throbbing coils and your body is buzzing in static tingles. She quickly retrieves her hand from your shorts and holds her fingers to your lips. She doesn’t wait for you to grant entry, she just slides them in and out until she’s determined they’re clean.
Your body is screaming for release. You’ve never been so aware of the weight that sits just above your cunt. Does your clit always throb when you have to pee this bad? Through the fog of whiplash you recognize a small gush your body clamps to contain.
Did you just… Was that…?
You try and subtly cross your legs, but the shift in pressure is just a threat to a dam that is moments away from bursting. She chuckles against your back and you know she’s clocked your uncomfortable wiggling. You can feel the smug pride radiating off of her.
“Or who knows,” she shrugs and pulls away, unpinning you from the counter. “Maybe Daddy wants to be the super-soaker this time. You’d look so cute getting pissed on by Daddy, bunny.”
Agatha’s smile is sweet as pie and a far cry from the filthy images she is planting in your mind. She leaves you there- a confused, horny mess that really, really has to pee. She’s sauntering away and you let her put some distance between you before you make a beeline for the bathroom. Unfortunately, she quickly cuts you off and slips into the bathroom.
Her smiles oozes kindness, but her eyes remind you who’s really in charge here. Perhaps that’s why your protest dies in your throat as she shuts the door and latches it, leaving you a desperate mess in the most unfamiliar, but certainly most delicious way.
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Agatha’s commitment to her own bit is unparalleled. Eventually, you give up on waiting outside of the bathroom door. The urge to pee has died down considerably, so you choose to relax and wade through the days events. You’re rocking on the hammock near where Rio is working as you mull Agatha’s words over.
You aren’t naive. You’ve heard of water sports. You’ve even seen a few videos online that, while you’ve never lingered on them, did pique your curiosity.
There is something so forbidden about it, though. Your mind urges you to change course anytime you let yourself think of actually being part of the act. Working through Agatha’s words and your reaction to them felt like defusing a bomb. One wrong move and everything would crumble into chaos beyond repair.
That seems dramatic, even to you. It’s just pee. Is there that much difference between wetness, you and Agatha squirting, or Rio’s cum? It’s not like any of you are ever dehydrated or drink much else besides water and tea. Honestly, the times Agatha has squirted you remember painfully aching for more. Once, you had your fist buried in Agatha’s cunt for another ten minutes chasing for more and more before she had to tap out.
You try and imagine what it would be like if she did squirt for longer or released more liquid in general. You always lap up anything she gives you. You’re certain you’d cum the entire time she gushed all over your tongue, face, chest…
She clearly has an interest in water sports. How long has she fantasized about fucking you until you piss all over her and Rio? And her comment at the end about Rio peeing on you… Have her and Rio talked about this before? Does Rio share this fantasy? Does Agatha want to pee on you or Rio as well?
You will forever be desperate to taste as much of Agatha as possible, so you shouldn’t be as surprised as you are when you squeeze your thighs together to give your aching clit some relief. It’s easy to imagine Agatha riding your face, her silky cunt claiming your mouth and rutting against your nose. You often dream of her crouched over you, squatting so you can have access to feast on her puffy, dripping lips.
Your thoughts drift closer and closer to the unknown and before you know it you’re imagining various ways the three of you could explore water sports.
Maybe while Agatha is crouched over you she says:
“Open up, baby. Mommy’s got something for you.”
You clench at the thought of a jet stream of hot liquid gushing from Agatha. God, you know she’d soak you. Perhaps you’d be in a white t-shirt…the fabric clinging to you and cloaking you in Agatha’s warmth as it spreads.
Rio though…she is far more calculated and meticulous when it comes to how she gives you things. She likes to take her time, to give things with purpose. You imagine she may have you on your hands and knees, face shoved into the sheets and begging for more as she slowly slides her cock in and out of your ass.
It would be after several long tens-of-minutes of her stretching you, when her being fully sheathed tingled like stars and tasted of nothing but need. She’d pull all the way out and you’d whimper at how open and hollow you felt, at how pathetically you needed to be full again. You’d feel how widely gaped you were- clenching doing nothing to stop the tickle of the stream of cool air Rio blows into you.
“Finally,” she’d say, “nice and open for me.”
You’d hear the crack of a slap against your ass before its sting prickled at your ass cheek.
“Can you be good for Daddy now, bunny? I was so thirsty all day and now I’m so full… I really have to piss and your sweet little ass is the perfect place to do it.”
You unintentionally, and very audibly, moan. You clear your throat to hide it and Rio doesn’t even give you a sideways glance. Your celebration of concealing your pathetically needy noise is cut short when you clock a small smirk on Rio’s face. She seems content on letting you continue relaxing without any teasing so you take the time to study her.
Her jaw is soft, but well defined. Her shoulders are broad in their strength and her hands… Jesus, those hands are purposeful and you know they could destroy you.
You imagine one of them firmly gripping your ass cheek, the other firmly gripping her cock.
“Look how soaked your little cunny is, bunny. Is that what you want? Daddy to fill your ass up with my piss?”
You aren’t able to fantasize much more of the scene, your body catching fire at the mere thought of Rio’s hot stream hitting your walls and coating your insides. No matter how much she stretches you there’s no way she could fully release and it all fit in your ass. Would she stop? Would she direct her stream up your back? Would she let you overflow, her piss dripping down your cunt and onto the sheets?
Would she make you try and hold it all in? Would she fill you to the brim with her piss and then fuck it out of you? Would she just fill you with more while fucking you? Maybe she would fill you up then have Agatha eat your ass?
Your cheeks feel painfully sunburnt, yet you are still swaying in the shade. You hope it’s shaded enough that Rio can’t see your current state. Letting one foot drag on the ground, you force yourself to a halt when you see Rio making movement to leave.
“Where you going?” You are mostly curious, but hear a tinge of panic in your voice that you aren’t expecting.
“I have to pee.” Rio offers, casually, like she would on any normal day.
Today, however, was not a normal day. Today, you want to at least see.
“Agatha’s in the bathroom. I’ve had to pee this entire time.”
“Well fuck,” Rio sighs before shrugging. “Guess I’m going out here.”
She moves to find a spot behind the tree your hammock is attached to, out of your line of sight.
“Hey, wait!” You call, trying gracefully to roll out of the hammock and stumbling over your feet.
You run around the tree just as she pulls her cock free from her shorts and briefs.
“Yes, bunny?”
The subtle quirk in her brow tells you she’s half amused, half confused. You look down, eyeing her soft member and the way her hand pushes it in place to aim. You’re staring, and her amusement turns smug.
“See something you like?” She grips her cock to wiggle it gently.
“Can I…” you start, unsure if you should bail or throw caution to the wind. “Can I hold it?”
Rio snorts, but smirks proudly.
“Anything for you. Let me pee first though.”
“No!” You let out in a rushed bellow and she eyes you like you have three heads. Through your blush you continue.
“I mean…can I hold it while you…you know.” You try, embarrassment crawling up your neck.
“You want to hold it while I pee?” Rio questions without any amount of judgement.
Her seeking clarity to understand you disarms you in your battle against shyness and you can only nod. Her eyes are filled with questions, but none that she asks.
“Of course. Anything for my curious little bunny. Give me your hand.”
You comply and she guides you to her member, gently wrapping your hand around it. You squeeze, you’ve always loved the feeling of her cock when it’s soft.
“You have to be gentle but firm. Not too much though. He really likes when you touch him and it’ll be harder to go if he gets hard.”
You nod, fully absorbing every bit of information she’s offering. A deeply rooted curiosity, one that resided in you long before today, buzzes in anticipation of being satiated.
“You’ll have to aim it, okay? I have to go really bad so it’ll probably be a strong stream. When it comes it may make him jerk up, so just be sure to not let go.”
Your fingers adjust their grip and you are laser focused on where they rest.
“Okay, here it comes, bunny. Hold on tight.”
She looks up towards the leaves and you feel her tense lightly in her effort. Before you know it her cock is jerking harder than you expected and your loose grip allows the stream to shoot up nearly straight into the air.
“Tighter unless you want to have a wet t-shirt contest.”
Rio’s instruction is followed by a hearty chuckle and you feel the blood drain from your face. She assesses your flushed cheeks and her mouth falls open in something the resembles a deeply satisfied pride. The attention is too distracting so you grip tighter to meet her ask.
Her resulting groan could be classified as a growl if it had more vigor. Her head falls back against the tree and you feel stiffness start to push against your grip.
“Is it…are you getting hard?" You ask dumbly.
Clearly it’s getting hard, but maybe it just does that?
“It’s hard not to when I’ve got my little bunny’s hand wrapped around my cock. It’s especially hard not to when said little bunny seems particularly interested in Daddy’s pee…”
You blink and find Medusa waiting for you behind your eyelids. You’re as stiff as the tree Rio is leaning on and if your cheeks somehow weren’t tinted before then they are firetruck red now.
“Hey, don’t be shy, bunny. I like that you’re curious. Clearly.” She looks down to her semi-erection, that juts more proudly than it did before, before continuing.
“Do you want to feel it?”
Her tone is pillowy soft and lulls you away from your bashful, frozen state. You want to nod yes, but your brain threatens to sound sirens.
“Here, give me your finger.”
She takes over where your hand grips her and holds your wrist until you stick your pointer finger out. Her aim is now slightly downward and she guides your hand closer to her stream.
“Is this okay, bunny?”
You nod. As quick as you’d swipe a credit card, she swipes your finger through her stream. The warmth is fleeting, but combined with the pressure it offered you have to bite your lip to keep from showing your satisfaction.
“How was that?” She searches your face and her cautious hopefulness is what shatters your efforts to contain yourself, so you answer with a full smile. “Yeah? Want to do it again?”
This time, when you nod, she releases your wrist.
“You’re in charge, bunny. Go for it.”
Her smile is all-consuming and you’re emboldened by her clear contentedness and pride. She seems just as happy to share this moment with you as you are to share it with her.
You cautiously swipe your finger through her stream, eventually allowing two fingers to play in it and keeping them there. Her stream begins to trickle until only a few dribbles and drops make their way out. You frown but are quickly pulled out of your disappointment by a thumb stroking your cheek.
“Trust me, there will be plenty more where that came from. Daddy can always make more. Now get comfy again while I finish up.”
She tucks herself back into her shorts and readjusts her sports bra. You see two buds straining against the fabric and you playfully poke at one before she swats your hand away.
“Nice try, sailor.”
“Sailor?” You question the nickname.
“Yeah, you know. Cause you sailed through my stream.”
“Oh my fucking god.” You laugh at her corniness and she joins you, the sound a sign of satisfaction with her ability to bring you joy.
“Now go before I make you explain the nickname to Mommy.”
You don’t want that job so you scamper off, concocting a plan that you are sure to abandon if you don’t bring it to fruition right this second. You hear Rio call after you when you breeze past the hammock and into the house, but you pay her no mind. You find Agatha quickly and pull her by the wrist as she questions you in bursts of confusion.
“I’m not even wearing shoes! What has gotten into you, bunny?” Agatha questions as you pull her outside and to where Rio is still standing, equally confused.
There is no anger in her tone, only intrigue colored by confusion. You relish in the uncertainty you have pulled them into. It isn’t often you’re able to confuse both women at the same time. Still, you don’t let it linger for long.
“I didn’t think you’d be so eager to explain your new nickname, sailor.”
Rio lets the name hang in the air. Agatha raises both brows, but you aren’t sure if it is at the cockiness in Rio’s tone or the nickname she doesn't understand.
“What have you two been doing out here?” Agatha questions in suspicion.
Rio visibly relaxes and withdraws from her smug demeanor. Agatha doesn’t get jealous within your relationship, but she doesn’t enjoy being left out for too long, either. Your eyes follow Rio’s hand that falls on the small of Agatha’s back before gripping the furthest hip and pulling Agatha in closer to her side.
“I was on my way inside to use the restroom, but our little one informed me you were monopolizing the facilities. I went to pee behind this tree, but before I could I was stopped by a very, very curious little bunny that wanted to help. For what I can only assume is scientific research, bunny wanted to feel it. Thus, our little sailor was born.”
Agatha eyes both of you. Her tense shoulders tell you her dominant question is likely ‘You peed on them without me?!’, but her taught muscles relax quickly and her eyes twinkle with something mysterious.
“Our conversation from earlier must have resonated with you, bunny. I’m glad Mommy could help pique your curiosity.”
Rio is about to question what conversation Agatha is talking about when Agatha catches her eye and gives a barely-there shake of her head. Rio must receive the message, because her question never comes.
“What did it feel like, bunny? Did you like helping Daddy go peepee?”
Agatha so easily melts you into a space where you’re certain she is all-knowing. Her attention entrances you to the gentle warmth it offers. She is your sun and you are destined to look to her for how ever long ‘always’ amounts to.
“It was warm,” you hear the dreamy bliss in your voice, but don’t feel yourself speaking the words. “I liked how it felt on my fingers.”
She smiles brightly at you, as if you are something wholly irresistible. Rio seems content to watch as Agatha floats closer towards you and she settles some of her weight against the tree.
“Daddy was very thirsty today, I can only imagine how much she had to give you. Did you get to feel it anywhere else, sweetheart?”
You shake your head no and she hums, likely satisfied that she didn’t miss out on too much of the fun. You understand the desire to share this exploration with all three of you. That’s why you chased Agatha down and drug her out here, after all. As if reading your mind, she continues.
“What did you bring Mommy to see, bunny?”
You are staked down by bashful hesitancy. You want nothing more than for her to cut the ropes and allow you to float into her and Rio’s assurances.
“There’s something you want both Mommy and Daddy to see, baby. Can you tell us what it is?”
You’re saying the words in your head, but no response leaves you. Agatha pulls you into an all-too-short hug and you miss her warmth as soon as she pulls back.
“Can you help Mommy guess?”
Upon your nodded confirmation she lets her hands fall to your waistline and twirls one of the drawstrings on your shorts around her finger. The prominent veins in her hand make you clench around nothing. She's so close to where you’ve needed her all day. Yet, your need for her at the moment isn’t quite as simple. You need Agatha, yes, but you need Mommy too. Her guidance, her doting, her affection.
“Do you need these for what you want to show us?”
When you shake your head ‘no’ she gently pushes your shorts down. You gasp at the gentle breeze hitting your soaking wet center and she groans at the sight of it. Whether she remembered you aren’t wearing underwear or not, you’re sure her response would’ve been the same.
“You’re so wet, bunny. Is this all from helping Daddy pee?”
You shake your head ‘no’ and she hums.
“Some of this is still for Mommy from earlier, hmm?”
You whine when she crouches down and uses her thumbs to gently part your lips so she can see your clit straining for attention.
“It wasn’t very nice of Mommy to leave you so needy, was it?”
She finds your eyes and locks your gazes together.
“Can Mommy show you how sorry she is, bunny?”
You figure you must’ve nodded because her eyes continue to bore into yours as she sticks her tongue out and uses her head to move her tongue over the underside of your clit. You hear shuffling in Rio’s direction, but are unable to break your gaze from the blue eyes that beg for the whole of your attention. Your hips offer pathetic little jerks against Agatha’s tongue and she chuckles at your bodies eager desperation.
“I’m sorry, little one. I forgot there was something you wanted to show us! How silly of me. Do you mind if I go make sure Daddy is ready for what you want to show us?”
Again, you offer a shake of your head and she straightens herself up, turning around to face Rio. Your eyes finally fall on the woman who is observing and you squeeze your thighs together when you see her erection straining against her shorts. A gush of wetness escapes you and coats the insides of your thighs when you notice her hand is down her pants.
“That’s a job for Mommy, isn’t it Daddy?” she asserts and Rio may as well be a deer in the headlights as Agatha frees her cock by yanking her shorts and briefs down.
Neither you nor Rio are prepared for the sight of Agatha crouching down and taking the entirety of Rio’s length into her mouth and down her throat in one go. From your vantage point, you can see Agatha’s nose scrunch against Rio’s neat tuft of hair. The subtle bulging in Agatha’s throat moves as Agatha gives short bobs on Rio’s cock, keeping her nestled into her throat the entire time. Rio is a panting, moaning mess and you’re certain she’s about to cum down Agatha’s throat.
She doesn’t get the chance to, as Agatha gracefully draws her head back and straightens herself out.
“Now sit and be good. If you behave and save your cum for our little bunny then maybe the next time your cock is in my mouth I’ll let you piss down my throat.”
Rio’s cock twitches before her back slides down against the tree until she is seated. Agatha chuckles at the state of heady, all-consuming arousal Rio is left in. The coy smirk on her face is quickly replaced by a much sweeter smile as she turns back to you.
“Daddy’s all ready now, little love. Are you?”
You shuffle a bit on your feet. Your body is on fire from Rio’s hungry look that settles on you, but your current headspace is far more suited for compliance than taking the lead. Agatha seems to understand this and is next to you in a flash.
“I think you’re ready, love. You know your words and taps to make anything stop at anytime, yes?”
When you nod, you’re gently chided and you offer what Agatha wants to hear.
“If I say ‘red’ or tap you three times you’ll stop.”
She beams with pride and plants a kiss on your forehead.
“Good, bunny. That’s exactly right. Can you trust Mommy now?”
When you nod she rubs your back before guiding you to squat down.
“Can you spread your knees apart for me? We need to make sure Daddy gets to see too.”
You follow the instruction and you know they can both see you clenching at the feeling of the breeze against your completely exposed cunt. Agatha crouches next to you and uses one hand to stabilize you and the other to spread your lips open.
“You have such a pretty little pussy, bunny. Mommy needs you to be brave now, okay? I know it may seem scary, but I can’t even begin to tell you how long I’ve wanted this. I want to see you let go. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you let go for Mommy?”
You gnaw at your lip. You are spread wide open with Agatha’s hand on your cunt, Rio stroking herself slowly while watching. You’re momentarily distracted by the wetness on Rio’s cock, likely a mix of precum and Agatha’s spit.
“You don’t have to be shy in front of Daddy. Daddy wants this too. Look at how hard she is. You know, one time Mommy caught Daddy standing outside of the bathroom while you were going tinkle. She was hard as a rock. Almost as hard as she is right now.”
Its Rio’s turn for a blush to consume her features. You would question it, but the way her stroking picks up its pace tells you its likely true.
“I know she’s dying to see it just like I am. Can you go for us now, bunny?”
You finally give a confident nod. You’d do anything to receive the doting you are awarded with in return.
“Perfect, now just relax, baby. Mommy’s got you.”
You relax into her embrace and will your body to let go. Your body seems to not understand your brain’s request. Though you’re urging yourself to pee nothing happens.
“Does this help, bunny?” Agatha coos as she uses her fingers to lazily circle your clit, breaking through a mental dam you weren’t fully aware of.
Your resulting whine is pitiful.
“Mommy, I can’t…” the beginnings of frustration threaten your resolve, but quickly dissolve when she begins to shush you softly.
“Yes you can,” she coaches before slipping two fingers into you.
You and Rio moan at the same time and Agatha chuckles before moving back to your clit and continuing.
“Be good for Mommy and Daddy, bunny. It’s okay. Let go.”
Her whispers do a better job at willing your body than your own demands. Before you can think about it much further you feel a rush from somewhere deep within your lower belly all the way to your cunt. The three of you collectively gasp when the first spurt of hot, nearly-clear liquid gushes from you.
“Yes, good, bunny. So good for Mommy. Keep going. We want it all.” She encourages, lightly tapping your clit with her hand.
Part of you wants her to slap your clit harder, but before you can ask, she removes herself from your clit and uses her fingers to spread you open as widely as she can.
You bear down for a moment to encourage your body before you fully let yourself go and your powerful stream rushes out of you. You’re focused on watching yourself pee while Agatha is touching you when you hear Rio spit. You look up to see her rubbing the newly added lubrication over the head of her cock before she begins to stroke herself faster.
“You like that, Daddy? Watching our little bunny go peepee while Mommy rubs their little clit?”
“You’re doing so good for Daddy, baby,” Rio soothes through a groan, “Mommy was right. The last time you squirted on my face I was so tempted to fuck the piss out of you. You’re so fucking sexy.”
Your body is blooming into something entirely new. Freedom tickles at every nerve ending you have and you’re consumed by a euphoria that only comes from shared, raw, unadulterated honesty. It emboldens you to seize this moment while you have it, in case you don’t feel as brave later.
“It feels so good, Mommy. Thank you for helping me. It’s so easy to pee for you and Daddy when you touch me. Fuck, I can’t wait until I’m doing this with you or Daddy under me. I want to give you everything.”
Agatha’s growl strokes your ego and you aren’t entirely sure where everything you’re saying is coming from.
“You were right earlier. I want you to fuck the piss out of me so bad, Mommy. I want your cock fucking me so deep that it makes me completely lose control and wet myself all over the bed and Daddy’s face. Or, fuck,” you gush with wetness and the clenching temporarily pauses your stream before it returns full force. “I want to eat your pussy while Daddy fucks my ass so hard that I soak the sheets with my piss. I want Daddy so deep in my ass that I don’t have a choice, it all just comes out.”
You’re so far gone in your fantasies that you only pause when you hear a string of expletives from Rio. You look up just in time to see her paint her stomach with long, thick ropes of cum. She doesn’t even wipe her hand before coming over to you, pulling your legs out from under you, setting your ass onto the ground, and wrapping her arms around your thighs as she lays between them and begins feasting on your soaking wet cunt.
Agatha is stunned, but you can feel her arousal by the way she tries and fails to compose herself. Ultimately, she lets her hand travel down to spread your lips open again to give Rio better access.
“Don’t stop, baby. Give Daddy what she wants.”
You aren’t entirely sure how much you have left to give, but your body demands a full release and complies without your order to.
Your pussy is buzzing with the muffled groans coming from Rio’s mouth and you try to sear the image of your piss pooling around her lips into your brain. When she opens her mouth, your stream flows unhindered and you could cum just from seeing it ricochet off of her tongue. She stretches her lips to cover your entire cunt, leaving just your clit poking out for Agatha to toy with. Your body is screaming with pleasure, so you can’t be certain, but you vaguely wonder if the steady, timed movement of Rio’s tongue is her swallowing.
Is she…?
Your thoughts are cut off when Agatha finally rubs your clit with purpose.
“Do you like it when Daddy drinks from your leaky little pussy, baby?”
You can do nothing but pant as Agatha and Rio bring you closer and closer to erupting. Your orgasm is rapidly approaching and you worry once it hits you that you’ll combust into nothing but dust to be swept away by the wind. Rio’s tongue laps against your hole and its all you need before something in you snaps and you burst.
You let out a scream and you’re swimming in a tunnel of light headed bliss that consumes you whole. You vaguely register words of encouragement and praise from Agatha before oxygen slams back into your lungs you feel like your heart restarts from minutes of being stopped.
“Holy…” You start, but you lose the ability to form words when you see Agatha pull Rio up into a hungry kiss.
You’re lost in the way Agatha’s tongue seems to dig for more and more of a taste of you in Rio’s mouth. It isn’t until you see Agatha’s outstretched hand that you realize both women have stood up. Rio waves Agatha’s hand away and tucks an arm under your knees and behind your back to lift you easily.
“Upstairs,” Agatha directs and Rio nods before parting ways with Agatha as soon as the three of you reach the kitchen.
Your confusion must be painted onto your face because Rio just chuckles. You throb at the underlying hunger you hear and find matched in her eyes.
“What? You didn’t think playtime was over did you?” She smirks, knowing you’ll be nothing but eager to be fully devoured. “We’re not done with you yet, sailor.”
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A/N: Gonna have to walk the plank to cool off. Lort this did a number on me just from writing it, LOL. I hope it did a number to you if you're reading this!
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