Summary: You’re invited to Valentina’s house for a late night meeting. What you think is a plan for a fun night turns out to be Valentina trading her employee to a witch who is interested in more than just your magic.
Tags: 18+ minors dni, noncon, fingering, magic restraints, witch reader, magic siphoning, voyeur valentina, reader is wearing a skirt, she/her pronouns turn into it/its pronouns
Words: 1,190
Author's note: These two have overtaken my brain send help. I've already started writing a second oneshot. No voyeur's in that one, just reader's brain being turned to mush (it's already gotten longer than planned 🥲). Hope you enjoy this new rarepair <3
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Nervous excitement flutters through you as you climb the steps to Valentina’s front door, smoothing down your skirt. She hasn’t explicitly said she was going to fuck you when inviting you over but the way she had said it and the look she had given you implied that would be the ending of tonight. You can’t think of why else she’d need you at her home so late.
You ring the bell and try to wait patiently. She answers and gives you a once over. She’s wearing her glasses. She looks behind you before nodding and gesturing you inside.
“Come to my office.” She leads the way. The door shuts behind you. You nervously fiddle with the edge of your shirt. Office? Maybe it really was something to do with work but what? It could also be a fantasy thing. You hope it’s a fantasy thing.
The route is just long enough for your excitement to dim. She has a truly massive house. When you finally reach her office you stop short at the door while she rounds her desk and sits down. There’s another woman already here. She’s in one of the chairs facing the desk. All you can see of her is her big dark hair and the collar of her purple shirt. You don’t recognise her.
“Here she is,” Valentina says, signing something on her desk before sliding it over to the woman. You’re completely lost. You reach out cautiously with your magic but can’t feel anything from the woman or the room.
“Oh she’ll do just fine,” the woman says.
Something curls tightly around your ankle and jerks up. The world spins and you flail. You’re floating upside down a second later, your skirt down and showing your underwear. A string of purple magic around your ankle. It pulls you further into the office. You panic, you couldn’t feel her magic before. You didn’t realise she was a witch.
You try to hold your skirt up while you mumble a quick spell in the hopes of slicing through the purple. Instead of your magic flying towards her’s it bends away from you. You watch, mouth slack as it shreds to nothing a moment later. She’d disentangled your spell. You didn’t know people could do that so fast.
A hand touches your cheek and you flinch. You hadn’t heard her move. She’s unfairly gorgeous but still someone you don’t recognise. Your eyes flicker to Valentina, hoping for an explanation, since help is obviously not an option. She’s watching the proceedings with mild interest.
“Yes, she’ll do perfect,” the woman pinches your cheek and you flinch again, “at least until she runs out of juice.”
What?
“Good. Sign here, Agatha.”
The woman, Agatha, wonders back over to the desk, picks up the pen and signs the paper.
“You may go,” Valentina says the moment she has the paper in her hands again. Agatha snorts but walks back to you without comment.
“Valentina?” you ask in a small voice.
“Oh, yes, you were expecting something else tonight, weren’t you?” She gives you a considering look before turning back to Agatha. “Why don’t you play with it a little? Its night is turning out awful and it was a decent employee.”
It? The blood rushing to your head is making everything hard to follow.
Hands sliding down your thighs has you jerking but there’s nothing you can do stuck in the air like this. Still, you try to kick her with your free leg. She waves her hand and it’s captured by a strand of purple as well. When you aim a spell at her instead of her magic, she merely knocks it to the side and untangles it before it can damage the office.
“Not yet, dear.” One hand continues lower while the other grips your thigh. More magic wraps around your wrists and pulls them behind your back making the skirting falling down again. You really regret wearing it.
“Already wet,” Agatha remarks with a smirk.
“Likely imagining what I was going to do to it tonight,” Valentina says.
“I’m sure this is all for you hon,” Agatha says dryly, “Not the witch fondling her.”
You can’t concentrate enough to understand Valentina’s resulting expression. Agatha tugs your underwear up to your knees and leaves it there which is somehow more humiliating than if she just pushed them to the side or threw them off. You’re extremely aware of the fact that Valentina has the perfect view of Agatha touching you.
Agatha’s fingers slowly slide into you. Your mouth drops open at the stretch. Two fingers, no preparation but you’re wet enough for it not to hurt. Your legs kick uselessly but you slowly give in to the feeling. It stokes that heat you had climbing the steps, the one that stupidly hadn’t disappeared the moment you’d been spun upside down.
“I think somebody likes this,” Agatha says, voice low. You shake your head but a moan escapes you. “Tell me you like it and I’ll be nice.” A third finger presses teasingly against your entrance. Your eyes go wide. You’ve never taken that much at once before.
“I like it! I like it!” you rush to say, “I don’t need anymore.”
“You can do better than that,” she says and uses her free hand to play with your clit.
“I— it feels good,” you rasp. She presses firm circles and you moan again. “Really good.” It really does. You’re getting close.
“What a glowing endorsement,” Valentina says.
Agatha ignores her. “Why don’t you try hitting me with a spell again?”
“What?” you gasp.
“Come on, up the excitement a little bit.” She pinches your clit threateningly and you blast her without thinking. She curls her fingers and you experience the strange feeling of coming while your magic drains out of you. Your body doesn’t know whether to arch towards or away. The instincts that keep you alive get overrun by the endorphins flooding your brain..
It stops the second you stop coming. The disorientation is worse than when she picked you up by your ankle.
“At the same time?” Valentina asks with that same mild interest.
“What better way to associate pleasure with something so unpleasant?”
Valentina hums.
“I could always give you a lesson,” Agatha walks back over to the desk. “What do you say, want to play teacher and student like old times?”
“If you want me on my knees, Agatha, you’ll have to make me.” Valentina leans back in her chair.
“That can be arranged.”
“Not if you want to continue living.”
“Please,” Agatha snorts. “You couldn’t touch me with the full force of your department behind you.”
“Not if you want to keep your anonymity.” Valentina expression is stony.
There’s a pause. “Fine.” You can see Agatha roll her eyes as she turns around. “You’re no fun anymore.”
“Tell that to my assistant.”
“I would if you’d ever let me meet her.”
“No.”
“Fine, fine. Keep being so possessive. I’ve got my own little thing to play with now, don’t I?” She taps your thigh. “And we’re going to have so much fun together.”
Authors note: HarktaineMel snippet for those few who crave it 🫶🏻
“That’s not what we ordered.”
A hand grips yours and wrenches you onto your back. You yelp at the sharp pain. Fingers slide into your open mouth and start thrusting. A moment later a hot mouth meets your core, then a tongue. You can’t move your head to see but no doubt Valentina has taken control of Mel.
Agatha continues to fuck your face as she grins above you. You’d been so close before for so long that the sudden pain and stimulation has you hurtling towards the edge.
“The mutt likes a bit of a threat,” Agatha says, “Use your teeth.”
Mel’s teeth scrap down your clit and lights explode behind your eyes. Mistress holds you down, fingers never stopping as Mel licks up your release. You try to twitch away but Mel’s nose is still shoved firmly into your cunt.
A growled, “Did I say you can stop?” from Valentina makes you realise Mel won’t be allowed to. You turn pleading eyes on Agatha but, as usual, she’s apathetic to them.
“You know the rules,” she croons, “Take Mistress’ fingers and you’ll get a treat.”
You try to stay good but Mel’s tongue is relentless. Grinding for so long then coming so fast has you edging on overstimulation already. The fingers in your mouth stop you from warning your Mistress or begging for mercy. You’re stuck squirming under them instead.
“Make the mutt come,” Valentina commands Mel.
Mel returns her attention to your clit and your hips start twitching. The pleasure turns sharp and you try begging around your Mistress’ fingers. She merely pushes them deeper. Someone has to hold your hips down. You don’t dare take your eyes off your Mistress to see who but the sharp fingernails tells you it’s Valentina. Mistress scrapes her own nails down your tongue and it cuts through the building pleasure. You come.
Agatha pulls her fingers from your mouth just to hear you cry out. Valentina keeps Mel’s face pressed into your cunt and the sharp pleasure quickly turns into pain as your orgasm fades.
“Please, please, please,” you whimper, trying to squirm away but Agatha has hold of your shoulders as well.
Sneak peak of the second Harktaine oneshot I'm working on (they've invaded my brain). Temporary title: Mush
Words: 181
Tags: strap on you can fell, face sitting, reader is in trouble <3, reader called slut, they/them pronouns for reader,
“You were meant to control yourself,” Agatha growls.
“I did. I made her come,” you try to squirm out of her hold but she’s too strong.
“Yet you couldn’t last while she did.” She turns to Valentina. “Was that a satisfying way to come, Valentina?”
“With them rutting into me like a virgin? Not particularly.”
Agatha wraps her hand around your strap and squeezes hard enough to make you whine.
“Bad pet,” she says. You whimper pathetically. “Valentina is going to sit on your face and you’re not going to come if you want to be able to move at all this week.”
You nod hurriedly, eyes wide.
“This is terrible for my knees,” Valentina sighs as she climbs onto your face. “I thought you would have better trained pets, Agatha.”
“This one’s new. They still needs some breaking in.” Your hips thrust into her hand at that and she scoffs. “Still a needy little slut who can’t control themself.”
You whine and open your mouth to apologise. Valentina shoves your face into her cunt before you can.
Gasping, you grind down again. The careful movements devolve swiftly from there. Consistent grinding turns into messy humping, helplessly rutting against each other. Kisses turn to moans against each other’s lips. Both your hands uselessly clinging to the other.
