May I humbly request butch!Agatha x reader, BUT Agatha is the inexperienced one. Naive but eager to please, super reactive, kinda shy but once she gets it, it's just freak4freak, and of course, strap. Pleaaaaaassseeeee?
Oh this is a GOOD fucking prompt 😮💨💙 Yeah, I think we can get Agnes all eager to please and be pleased...
Word count: 2k
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Alcohol, work relationship, strap-on/strap-on sex, kissing, masturbation, fingers in mouth/cum eating, pet names, swearing, teasing
Music inspo: You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette, moody - Royel Otis
"It's kind of hard to believe, actually," you stare at Agnes in astonishment. Here was this incredibly smart and sexy detective; this woman who made you go weak in the knees every time you ran into each other at work and yet, her confession was boggling your mind.
"Look, I just never really had a connection with someone and, not really having a connection with someone kinda, sorta...didn't give me much to play with..." Agnes shrugs as she takes a swig of her beer. She doesn't look you in the eye as she says it and you can feel the slow change of atmosphere in her home.
You don't want it to get awkward with her; that was the last thing you wanted. You wanted to have something with her; maybe something that would lead to dating.
You take a sip of your beer before you break into a soft smile, trying to catch Agnes' gaze so she can see that your words are just as honest as you are,
"Agnes, I'm not here to shoot you down or poke fun. I honestly just thought...well, the way you carry yourself at work. You got me fooled."
You watch as her eyes light up a little and that little pouty-smirk she does that melts you in all the right ways. That was exactly what you were talking about. Agnes had this raw confidence that just came off of her and it made you instantly attracted to her from the get-go.
You slowly get up from the living room chair. You make one step and then another until you're close enough to put your beer bottle down on the coffee table. Agnes watches you like a hawk as you advance towards her. You place your right hand on the armrest of the couch to lean yourself into her space.
Agnes holds her breath.
You've never seen her falter like this.
“You got toys upstairs, Detective?”
Agnes’ mouth opens ever so slightly and it's then that you can't help yourself. You slide your right knee onto the couch cushion between your legs to hold yourself up as your hand comes away from the armrest. You grab Agnes’ face and pull her in for a messy, heated kiss. All tongues. You taste nothing but beer and maybe, from a little while ago, the faint traces of cigarette in Agnes’ mouth.
She swore to you that one day as you passed her in the hall that she was trying to quit.
“Old habits die hard, don’t they, Kid?”
You moan at the memory as your left hand moves back to cradle Agnes’ neck; deepening the kiss. You can feel her intensity like a pile of wood set ablaze. Catching on anything to ignite as her hands find your shirt with a hard tug; trying to rip it off of you.
You pull away, just enough so that your mouth is free and you can speak without it being obstructed,
“Go get your toy, Detective…I think you're ready to be played with…”
It's then that Agnes' moans as she leans her head back against the couch. Her hand moves down slowly, as if not wanting to be caught, past the waistband of her pants. You know instantly what she’s doing and you wonder if this is some way for her to show you that she’s just as certain about this as you are.
Sure, the two of you had been flirting for weeks, if not months, before you made the move on her one day. You just so happened to be asked to help her file some documents in her office and it couldn’t have been the perfect opportunity. Alone in Agnes O’Connor’s office was no easy feat. She guarded her office like a territory; only really letting Chief Jones in and out and even then, she liked to keep it brief. She allowed you to poke around her den.
“Oh, Agnes…you’re so goddamn eager to please, aren’t you? God it’s…”
But you held your breath and your words because you didn’t want to chastise this woman who was almost twenty years your senior and an incredible detective to boot. You respected and revered her and that was much more important than you finding out that she didn’t get as much play as you had imagined her to be getting.
You move yourself away from her; give her space to do what she needs. With hooded eyes, Agnes watches you; studies your face as her hand completely disappears down her pants until you can only see past her wrist up to her forearm. Her breath comes out in short bursts through her mouth and you know for a goddamn fact that your advancement and your kiss had already made her wet.
Good.
So eager to please. So easy to give.
A smile crept on your face as you nodded your head in silence. You didn’t want to scare her off or make her change her mind. You wanted to show her that you were just as invested in this moment of intimacy with her. You weren’t going to push your luck by saying something stupid or asking her how long it had been. What did it matter? She was still into you and you, into her. Immensely.
“That’s in…keep going…show me how wet you are…” your words fall slowly, precisely from your mouth as you hold eye contact for as long as Agnes will. She bites her lower lip before giving out a frustrated huff. She pulls her hand out from her pants and you watch as her thumb gets stuck under the fabric due to her rushing to show you.
Her hand comes out and she holds it up and you see her cum coating her pointer and middle finger. It almost looks like they’ve been glued together.
“Hold your hand out to me.”
Agnes does without a second thought.
You come back towards her, just enough to do what you need to do without making Agnes feel like you’ve cornered her. You bow your upper body, hands to your knees as you open your mouth and take in her warm, wet fingers. You close your lips around her skin and lick her clean; a gentle suck on the detective’s fingers.
You swear Agnes is about to pass out by the look on her face. She looks like she’s about to crumble into a heated, needy frenzy of wanting nothing more than to be fucked silly.
You can give her that and more.
You hum against her fingers before you open up your mouth and pull away; back to an upright position. You stare at her in a comfortable silence before she collects herself. You watch as she slides off of the couch and stands before you, eyes locked in a permanent stare of fascination and almost disbelief. Sure, it would be hard for someone to meet expectations like that after so long. You wanted nothing more than to give her everything she had been missing.
Agnes walks away from you in silence as she heads up the stairs; quicker with each step you basically hear her run the second she reaches the second floor. It doesn’t take her long to come back down with her hands full. Her harness in one and her toy in the other. She comes back to the couch, stands before you and holds out her hands like they’re an offering.
Your only option is to accept.
“You wanna put it on for me, Detective?” you ask as casually as ever as you start to unbutton your pants, undo the zipper and let them fall down to your ankles before kicking them off. Agnes can only stare in silence, her mind working overdrive to keep up with everything that’s unfolding before her. You can see the hunger in her eyes; the way her lips had moistened. She’s hungry; starving.
You lift your right leg and wait for her.
She puts down the toy on the coffee table so she can use both hands to slide the strap up and over your leg. You use her shoulder to steady yourself as you lift your left leg while your right is planted firmly on the hardwood floor. She shimmies it up to as far as it will go before she’s crouched slightly to adjust the straps for sizing. You continue to hold onto her left shoulder and feel the heat coming off of her. Just your touch alone was making her come undone.
When she had finished; pulled the straps as tightly as they would go and the harness sat perfectly around your waist and hips, you merely pointed to the toy on the coffee table. She picked it up without a word.
“Put it on for me, Detective…”
Agnes huffs at the command as she hooks her pointer and middle finger through the o-ring to pull it towards herself. You moan silently at the tug; the pull towards Agnes. You can see her fighting back a moan as well as she secures the flat base of the toy. She moves her fingers away to stare. Fully erect and secured.
“How bad do you want me, Agnes?”
Your voice is clear as it cuts through the silence between you. Agnes’ concentration is broken as she lifts her gaze to your face. You can see how she crumbles again; her expression softening to nothing but desperate want.
“Badly.”
“How long have you been waiting for this?”
The detective shrugs her shoulders as she slightly turns her back to you, walking back over to the couch. You watch her with a trained eye as she pushes down her pants and boxers. She kicks them away and they find yours left on the floor. You stare at her naked legs and thighs, up to the round of her ass. Her shirt covers her hips but that won’t be a problem, not for long. She stops as she stands in front of the same armrest that you had used to momentum.
“Long enough to just have your kiss soak me through my boxers…”
You grin at her and see the blush creep up over her face before she slowly presses herself against the armrest and folds over. Her head is turned to look at you with nothing but pleading eyes as she literally lays herself out for you; ripe for the taking.
God, you think, she’s fucking perfect.
You make quick work of it, not wanting Agnes to wait another moment. You come up behind her, grab onto her hips and ease her down until the tip of your cock teases her slit. You hear her breathing pick up and when you push towards her, push inside of her, she grunts.
You caress her hips with your fingers as you start slow; barely pumping into her. You want her to get used to someone else pleasing her for once as you, no doubt, believe she doesn’t shy away from pleasing herself.
“You took me so well, Agnes…all in one thrust…you’re being so good, aren’t you?”
It sounds almost silly when you say it but Agnes lifts her head to try and look over her shoulder at you. Her eyes are half-closed and her lips slightly parted. She’s panting softly and nodding her head and taking in the compliments; taking in the way she’s being filled and fucked and following orders.
You wonder how far Detective Agnes O’Connor will bend for you if you give her more time, more encounters. How eager was she to please? Could you ask her to do almost anything? Position her any way you like just because she knew it meant you would be pleased?
The thought excited you as you began to pick up speed in your hips; fucking her faster until her right hand came up to grab the edge of the headrest. You watch as her knuckles turn pale and the living room is filled with panting and silicone to skin.
All because you were asked to help her file some documents.
redrawing some scenes from the anime because I'm trying to improve my rendering. and I'm also trying to break the habit of first drawing on paper and then scanning (since I only have my fingers and a cell phone for that lol)
For day 7 of the YR Drabble/Doodle Challenge hosted by @youngroyals-events.
“Date didn’t work out then?” Felice gives Wille a sympathetic look over the top of her coffee.
“Nope.” The packed café buzzes around them. “I’m not asking for much, right? But…there’s never that spark. That magic. Like the first time I saw...” He doesn’t need to say the name.
“It’s been ten years, Wille. You were both different people back then – literally,” she says to the former Crown Prince. “Maybe it’s time to--”
But she stops, eyes wide and frozen, fixed on something or someone behind them.
