“x reader” fics where hot women are fighting over me and getting jealous acting like i’m a 10/10 stunna but i’m literally reading them in bed like this
Summary: You come home from college for the weekend but your parents forgot and you are locked out of the house. Luckily your neighbour finds you and they let you stay at theirs
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You think the neighbours are MILFs and the evening is filled with flirting and then you get to be fucked by each of them and then by both of them.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, top Agatha, top Rio, small mention of Mommy kink, strap-on use, oral, there might be more idk it's very horny
Words: 4.6k of pure horniness
A/N: I think I blacked out while writing this, its so horny. It's inspired by this request and hasn't even been proofread yet so enjoy the horny mess of it
Tagging @aceday because I said I would
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The rain falls in relentless sheets, soaking through your jacket, and the rest of your clothes, for that matter. Each step squelches as you trudge the familiar path from the train station to your parents’ house. By the time you reach the front door, your teeth are chattering, and your clothes cling damply to your skin. A sigh escapes your lips as you grasp the handle and pull—only to find it locked. Your heart sinks.
The memory hits you like a slap: the locks were changed after they had a break-in a few months ago. Of course, you’ve forgotten to get a new key. Fumbling through your bag, you pray for some miracle, some overlooked backdoor key, but your search turns up nothing except your phone. A quick glance at the screen confirms no messages from your parents and no backup plan. Frustration mingles with despair as you stand shivering, wondering what to do next.
Footsteps break through the downpour, and you turn to see Agatha, your parents’ neighbour, crossing her lawn towards you. You’ve exchanged pleasantries with her and her wife, Rio, a few times during your trips home from college. They’re always friendly, but you’ve never spoken beyond casual greetings. That hasn’t stopped you from admiring them, though—two stunning women, each with their own magnetic charm. And yes, you’ve labelled them MILFs in your mind more than once. Their son, Nicholas, is long gone from the nest, leaving the two women to embody a kind of confident, enviable domesticity.
Agatha snaps you out of your spiralling thoughts with a two short words. “Locked out?” Her voice is smooth, with a hint of amusement as she tilts her head and surveys you.
You open your mouth to respond, but your gaze catches on her appearance. She’s wearing tight black leggings that cling to her toned legs and a cropped gym shirt that reveals her navel, where a bead of rainwater trails tantalisingly down her skin. Her wavy brown hair is piled into a loose bun, though a few strands cling to her flushed neck. A sheen of sweat glistens on her skin—evidence of a workout she must have just finished. Your thoughts betray you as your eyes linger on the curve of her waist, imagining what it might feel like to touch her. A sudden heat rising to your cheeks.
Her blue eyes lock onto yours, a curious smile curving her lips. “Hey, you alright?” she asks, a teasing lilt in her tone.
You stammer an explanation about the locked door, your forgotten key, and your parents’ apparent absence. Agatha’s expression softens, and she motions towards her house with a nod. “Come on, you’re soaked to the bone. You’ll catch your death standing out here.”
For a moment, you hesitate. Accepting her offer feels… intimate somehow. But the alternative is staying in the cold rain, and the way her gaze lingers on you makes warmth crawl up your spine. You nod and follow her.
Agatha’s house is welcoming, with a faint scent of flowers mingling with something earthy and grounding. She grabs a towel from a nearby linen closet and tosses it to you with a playful grin. “Guest bathroom’s down here,” she says. “You’ve got two options: strip down and warm up, or stay wet and risk getting sick.”
Your eyes widen, startled by her bluntness. Agatha leans casually against the doorframe, smirking at your reaction. “Relax,” she teases. “I’ll get you something dry to wear.” And with that, she saunters away, not bothering to close the door fully behind her. Her confidence leaves you both flustered and intrigued.
Inside the bathroom, you peel off your soaked clothes, debating how much to remove. In the end, you leave your underwear on, wrapping yourself tightly in the towel. When Agatha returns, she hands you a pair of shorts and a blue plaid shirt. Her sharp eyes sweep over you, noting your wet underclothes with a tut. “All of it,” she says pointedly. “You’re dripping everywhere.” Before you can respond, she adds, “I’m off to shower. Rio should be back soon.” She turns and leaves, her movements fluid and deliberate, leaving the door ajar once more.
Feeling the weight of her words and gaze, you strip completely, your damp underwear joining the rest of your clothes in a soggy pile. You’re still mulling over what to do with them when the door opens suddenly. Rio steps in, her dark eyes widening as they land on you.
“Oh—sorry,” she says, though her gaze lingers a beat too long before she averts her eyes. “Didn’t know we had company. Agatha didn’t mention it.” Her tone is low and smooth, carrying a quiet amusement that makes your skin prickle.
You stammer an apology, clutching the towel back around you. Rio’s lips quirk upward in a faint smirk as she backs out of the bathroom, but not before you catch the way her gaze sweeps over you. Your heart pounds in your chest long after the door closes.
You quickly shower to warm up, but there’s no cleaning the thoughts inside your head. Memories of Rio’s lingering gaze replay in your mind, but they’re quickly overtaken by images of Agatha. You can’t help imagining what she looks like under the water, her skin glistening with steam, her hair sticking to her neck. The thought is startling, and you shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the fantasy.
After calming your racing mind, you dress in the clothes Agatha left and leave the guest bathroom to find the two women.
You find them both in the kitchen; the warmth a welcome contrast to the chill that had soaked through your bones earlier. Agatha moves fluidly between the stove and counter, stirring something fragrant in a pot that smells like tomatoes, garlic, and fresh herbs. Rio, meanwhile, arranges a bouquet of vibrant flowers in a vase with meticulous care, her strong hands working delicately to adjust the stems.
It’s domestic, serene even, but there’s an undeniable electricity in the air—one you can’t ignore under the weight of their lingering glances.
Agatha’s grin spreads when she notices you lingering awkwardly near the door. “Looking good,” she says, her eyes flickering over the borrowed clothes. The oversized plaid shirt hangs slightly off your shoulder, and her gaze lingers on the exposed line of your clavicle.
You fidget, tugging the fabric up, but Agatha only smirks, stirring the pot with a deliberate slowness.
Rio rolls her eyes, though there’s a faint curve to her lips. “Ignore her,” she says, her voice laced with playful exasperation. “She loves making people squirm.”
You manage a sheepish laugh, but it does little to quell the heat climbing up your neck. Agatha recounts your lockout predicament to Rio with the same teasing edge, her tone carrying just enough detail to make your situation sound both pitiful and amusing.
Rio hums in understanding, sliding the last flower into place and stepping back to admire her work. “Stay for dinner,” she offers, her dark eyes soft with genuine warmth. “It’s the least we can do.”
Agatha winks at you over her shoulder. “Yeah, we can’t have you heading back out into the rain getting all wet again—the downpour outside hasn’t let up.”
You nod, accepting their offer, though the way they exchange glances—subtle but charged—makes your stomach twist with something you can’t quite name.
As you sit at the dining table, Rio who is opposite you, starts pouring red wine into three glasses; her movements fluid and confident. Agatha joins you a moment later, setting down plates of steaming pasta and sitting next to her wife. “Hope you like red,” she says, her teasing smile returning.
The conversation flows easily over dinner; their attention split between each other and you. They ask about college life, your plans for the future, and your family; their questions laced with genuine interest and just enough flirtation to keep you on edge
When you have all finished, Rio stands to clear the plates, leaning close as she reaches for yours. The proximity is dizzying, her chest brushing your shoulder, and you catch a faint, earthy scent clinging to her skin.
Agatha doesn’t miss a beat, her eyes flickering between you and Rio, her expression smouldering. She doesn’t say a word, but the intensity in her gaze speaks volumes.
When you offer to help with the dishes, they wave you off with a chorus of “nonsense.” Agatha’s smile turns wicked. “Besides, we were supposed to have a movie date night tonight. You should join us—it’d be a shame to let all this wine go to waste.”
The phrasing makes you pause, but before you can think too much about it, Agatha ushers you into the living room.
The room is cozy, bathed in the soft glow of lamps. Rio claims the armchair with an almost feline grace, crossing her legs and leaning back with a glass of wine in hand. Agatha sprawls on the couch, her posture open and inviting. She pats the seat beside her with an easy smile.
You hesitate for half a second before sitting on the far end of the couch, hyper-aware of the space—or lack thereof—between you.
The movie starts, but it’s impossible to focus. Agatha stretches her arm along the back of the couch, her fingers brushing your shoulder lightly. The touch is casual, almost innocent, but it sends your pulse racing.
She leans over at one point to refill your glass, her chest grazing your arm. The heat of her proximity is overwhelming, and you’re sure Rio notices the way you stiffen. There’s a flicker of amusement in her dark eyes as she takes a sip from her own glass, her lips quirking into a faint smirk.
As the movie progresses, the conversation becomes more pointed. They ask if you’re seeing anyone, and when you choke on your wine at the question, Agatha laughs—a low, throaty sound that makes your stomach flutter.
“No,” you mumble, setting your glass down a little too quickly.
“Well, that’s a shame,” she says, her hand brushing your knee lightly. The weight of her touch lingers, even as she pulls away. “I was sure a pretty little thing like you would get snapped up in a heartbeat.”
Rio arches a brow at her wife. “Don’t scare them off, Aggie.”
“What? I’m just being friendly,” Agatha replies, her tone innocent but her smirk anything but.
The conversation continues, peppered with light touches and teasing remarks that leave your heart racing.
By the time the credits roll, the tension in the room is palpable. Rio sets her glass down and stretches, her movements deliberate as she rises from the chair. “What do you think of married life, Aggie?” she asks, her voice light but carrying an edge. “Think we make a good team?”
Agatha’s gaze flicks to you, her lips curving into a smirk. “The best. But sometimes, it’s nice to mix things up.”
The comment hangs in the air, heavy with implication. Your heart pounds as you glance between them, unsure if you’re imagining the tension or if they’re deliberately baiting you—and each other.
You nervously check your phone, hoping for a message from your parents saying they’re home and wondering where you are. Instead, you find a single text: “Out of town for the weekend, hope you’re doing okay!”
You stare at the screen in disbelief, your stomach sinking.
“Everything alright?” Rio asks, noticing your expression.
"They… forgot I was coming,” you admit, feeling foolish. “They’re away for the weekend.”
Agatha clicks her tongue, feigning shock. “Terrible parenting, really. Lucky for you, we’re not going anywhere.”
Rio nods, her tone reassuring. “You can stay here. We’ll take good care of you.”
There’s something about the way she says it—gentle but with a sharp edge—that makes your breath hitch. You thank them profusely, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks as they show you to the guest room.
They leave you alone for a bit, both going to change. You sit on the bed, your thoughts racing. Their lingering glances replay in your mind, stirring something restless and uncertain. Without thinking, you pick up your phone and start searching their names on social media. Your heart beats faster as you hope for a bikini picture or something—anything—that might help you satisfy the growing ache of desire.
A knock at the door startles you, and you quickly set the phone aside. Rio steps in, holding a phone charger. “Thought you might need this,” she says, her voice soft and her gaze steady.
“Thanks,” you manage, taking it from her. Her fingers brush yours for a fleeting moment, and she lingers by the door before slipping away.
Did she know what you were about to do?
A short while later, there’s another knock. This time, it’s Agatha, holding a glass of water. “Thought you might be thirsty,” she says, her tone lighter, almost teasing.
Surely she hears how that sounds, right?
Her fingers graze yours as she hands it to you, and the warmth of her touch lingers long after she leaves. You sit on the edge of the bed, clutching the glass, your mind spinning with questions you can’t answer.
"Okay, it’s totally normal to be offered a glass of water before bed, and it does not mean they can read your mind,” you whisper to yourself, trying to curb your horniness.
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Later that night, as you lie in bed, unable to sleep, the events of the evening are still playing over in your mind, especially the lingering touches and smirks. Suddenly, you remember the spare key your parents used to keep hidden under the plant pot by the front door. Without even thinking about how weird it was to up and leave in the middle of the night, you hop out of bed and tiptoe down the hallway, careful not to make a sound. But just as you reach the stairs, a voice stops you cold.
“Exactly where do you think you’re sneaking off to?”
Turning slowly, you see Agatha leaning against a doorway, her silhouette illuminated by the faint light from her bedroom. She is wearing a floral robe, and her hair is slightly mussed; her expression is both amused and predatory.
“I—I wasn’t sneaking,” you stammer, holding up your hands defensively. “I just remembered my parents used to keep a spare key under the plant pot. I thought I’d grab it and let myself in—”
“Without saying goodbye?” she interrupts, stepping closer. Her tone is teasing, but there’s a sharpness to her gaze that makes your pulse quicken.
Before you can respond, another figure appears behind her. It’s Rio, wearing nothing but her underwear and a top that reads: BOHNER FAMILY REUNION. PITCH A TENT. Her dark hair is messy, and you notice a small, mouth-shaped bruise blooming on her neck that definitely wasn’t there earlier.
“You were being so good for us before now,” Rio says softly, her voice carrying an edge that makes your knees weak. “We said we’d take care of you, didn’t we?”
The heat in your cheeks is unbearable now, and there is a familiar wetness pooling between your thighs. You stammer out an apology, but their combined presence is overwhelming.
“Relax,” Agatha purrs, her fingers grazing your arm. “We’re not upset, just disappointed you wouldn’t come see us before saying goodbye.”
Before you can process her words, Rio steps forward, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. “Where were you going to sleep after grabbing that key, hmm? Your parents’ dark, empty house? Sounds pretty lonely to me,” she murmurs, her lips curving into a faint smirk as Agatha’s hands slide around your waist.
Rio’s touch is featherlight yet commanding, her fingers tilting your chin just enough to keep your wide-eyed gaze locked with hers. Her dark eyes glimmer with something unreadable—intensity, curiosity, desire, maybe all three.
You’re painfully aware of Agatha’s hands on your waist, her touch firm but teasing, fingers curling just slightly as if testing your reaction. “And what would you do when you found out that they no longer keep one there? They stopped doing it since the break-in, don’t you know? Would you come back over here and beg for us to take you back in and keep you warm?” Agatha says softly, her breath brushing against the back of your neck.
You try to answer, but your words stick in your throat as Rio steps closer, her thumb brushing along your jawline.
“She’s right,” Rio adds softly, her voice low and velvety. “Why sneak off when you’re already here?”
Your heart is racing, your pulse pounding in your ears as you look between them. You want to say something—anything—but the weight of their combined attention renders you speechless.
Agatha chuckles, the sound rich and almost predatory. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” She presses closer, her front brushing against your back now, her lips grazing the shell of your ear.
Before you fully realise what’s happening, Agatha and Rio are guiding you away from the stairs. You’re caught between them, their touches subtle yet deliberate. They lead you down the hall, past the guest room, and into the master bedroom.
The room is large but intimate, the air carrying the faint scent of cedarwood. A soft glow from a bedside lamp casts warm shadows across the space. Agatha releases your waist to close the door behind you; the click of the lock is startlingly loud in the quiet.
Rio takes the lead now, her hands resting lightly on your arms as she guides you towards the bed. Her touch is warm and grounding, yet there’s a deliberate slowness to her movements, like she’s savouring the moment.
“You’ve had a long day,” she says, her voice soothing but laced with something deeper. “Let us take care of you.”
Agatha steps into view, her smirk as confident as ever. “Or, we can stop. If that’s what you want?” She asks, tilting her head as she studies you.
Your heart pounds as you shake your head, unable to trust your voice.
Agatha’s smile widens, satisfaction gleaming in her bright blue eyes. “Be good and use your words for us, hun.”
“Please don’t stop,” you whimper.
At that, Agatha moves swiftly to your other side, her presence as bold as ever. Her fingers brush against your jaw, turning your head slightly so you’re looking directly at her. “You’re so tense,” she murmurs, her thumb grazing your cheek in a gesture that feels both comforting and intimate. “We’ll fix that.”
You barely have time to process her words before Rio steps closer, her body heat radiating against yours. Her hand trails down your arm, her touch featherlight but deliberate, as if she’s memorising every inch of you.
The room seems to shrink as the weight of their attention consumes you.
Agatha’s thumb brushes against your bottom lip, and you feel a thrill shoot through you as her lips quirk into that teasing, predatory smile.
“See something you like?” she murmurs, her voice a low purr. “You weren’t careful enough not to like some of our pictures online, darling.”
Shit. So their coming into your room was not a coincidence.
Before you can stammer out an excuse, her lips capture yours—soft but demanding, her confidence evident in the way she takes control. Her hands slide up to cradle your face, her touch firm yet tender, while the kiss is a paradox of teasing and intensity.
Rio’s hands suddenly slide to your hips, pulling your attention. Agatha leans back just slightly, her breath fanning your face as her lips curve into a smirk.
“Your turn, my love,” she says, glancing at Rio with a playful challenge in her eyes.
Rio doesn’t hesitate. Her movements are firm as she tilts your chin towards her, her lips finding yours in a kiss that’s slower, softer, but no less consuming. Where Agatha is fire and fervour, Rio is water, her touch calm yet undeniably intoxicating. Her hand presses gently against the small of your back, holding you steady as she deepens the kiss.
When she finally pulls away, her lips linger close to yours, her breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the room. “You taste as good as I thought you would,” she murmurs, her voice low and laced with something that makes your knees weak.
Agatha laughs softly, stepping even closer so that you’re cocooned between them. Her fingers trail down your arm, igniting sparks along your skin. “I think they’re enjoying this, don’t you darling?” she teases, her gaze flicking between you and Rio.
Rio smirks, her eyes glinting in the dim light. “I’d say so.”
They exchange a knowing glance before Agatha’s hands firmly grip your shoulders, and with a playful yet commanding push, they guide you onto the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the harsh intensity of their movements.
Agatha walks into what you presume is her closet, but you don’t think on it for long as Rio is straddling you in a matter of moments. She is kissing you with a deep need; meanwhile, her hand makes its way under the waistband of your shorts; she swipes two of her fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness, letting out a groan of pleasure at the feel of it and brings her fingers to your lips.
Just as you’re about to take her digits in your mouth, you hear Agatha’s voice full of desire call, "Off."
But Rio doesn’t move; instead, she pushes her fingers into your mouth, groaning at the feeling.
Agatha grabs the woman by the scruff of the neck and yanks her off of you.
“But Aggie, they’re so wet already,” Rio whines.
If your lips weren’t already parted from having sucked on Rio’s fingers, your mouth would have dropped open at the sight of Agatha; she had removed her robe, revealing the purple lace lingerie underneath.
She places something you can’t see at the foot of the bed and comes to stand next to you. “It seems like everything you wear ends up soaked,” she says, mock concern coating every word.
Rio looks longingly at Agatha, a silent request on her face. With a single nod from Agatha, Rio starts undressing you hungrily. And as soon as you're bare, her mouth is on you again, exploring every inch of newly exposed skin.
“You know,” Agatha drawls, “Before your little stunt back there, my wife and I were finishing off our date with a wonderful night in bed.” She continued. “Both of us talked—or rather tried to talk between our moans—about how we’d get you to join us.” You feel Rio smirk against your skin at this last sentence.
You shudder under Rio’s relentless kisses and Agatha’s firm gaze. Your legs are forced apart with strong hands, and you feel the cool air hit your heat.
“You’re dripping everywhere,” Agatha states for the second time that evening. “Now let us take care of you.” Her voice is sure, leaving no room for arguments.
Rio’s makes her way down your body, nipping and sucking at your skin. When she reaches your thighs, her touch becomes lighter, stopping short of where you want her mouth most.
“Please.” You beg, back arching up into her.
The feeling of her lips on your clit is pure ecstasy. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of Rio starting to suck lightly. Moaning, you grab a fistful of her hair and grind up into her face, seeking more.
She hums in satisfaction, happy to fulfil your request. She nips gently and begins to tease your entrance with her tongue, dipping it in ever so slightly. It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming all over her face, her name falling repeatedly from your lips. It’s only when you start to come back down that you remember Agatha is still in the room. She is looking at you with sheer lust, clearly struggling to keep herself from interrupting Rio’s fun.
As if they could read each other’s minds, Rio withdraws from between your legs and comes to sit behind you, pulling you up so your back is against her chest. She pinches one of your nipples, causing your head to drop back on to her shoulder. A firm hand grips your chin, forcing it back up, and you open your eyes to see Agatha kneeling between your legs, her hands rubbing up and down your thighs.
“You need to look at Mommy when she fucks you,” Rio whispers in your ear before playfully nibbling your earlobe.
Agatha’s arms snake under your legs, pulling your hips up and into her. It’s then that you feel something hard poke you, making your eyes go wide. At some point when Rio was fucking you, Agatha had slipped into a harness, a purple dildo secured firmly in the centre.
“Are you sure you want this?” She asks, bringing the tip to your entrance. “I’ll only continue with your enthusiastic consent.”
The fact that she cares enough to make sure you were definitely okay with this, only turns you on more. “Yes. Please, Agatha—" Rio's grip on your jaw tightens. “Mommy,” you correct yourself. “Please fuck me, Mommy.”
And with that, she slides into you, facing very little resistance with how wet you are. As she bottoms out, her hips pressing into yours, you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips.
“Kiss me,” you demand.
You hear Agatha chuckle when she leans into you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss while still continuing her thrusts.
The sex is messy and loud, and you cum at least two more times before the couple shows any kind of stopping. You are left gasping, your body shaking; Rio’s firm hold on you is the only thing keeping you upright.
“Think you can go for one more round, sweetheart?” Agatha teases as Rio climbs out from behind you.
With the strap still inside you, Agatha rolls you over so she is lying on the bed and you are straddling her hips. The other woman settles her thighs on either side of Agatha’s head, facing you.
“Honey, you really have enjoyed having our guest round, haven’t you?”
Rio doesn’t reply, only winking at you before lowering herself onto Agatha’s face.
You start to grind your hips at the sight, the strap hitting the perfect spot inside you, Agatha begins to flick her tongue over Rio’s clit, and Rio pulls your face in to start making out with you. This change in position has the harness rubbing against Agatha’s clit, pulling the most gorgeous moans from her. All of you are lost in waves of pleasure; the sounds of grunting, moaning, and whining filling the room.
You all cum at different times, but it doesn’t matter because nobody stops until the last of you is coaxed through the final aftershocks of your orgasms.
Untangling yourself from one another, you and Rio flop down beside Agatha, dumb smiles plastered across all of your faces. It’s a few minutes before they get up, but Agatha takes off the harness, giving it to her wife before coming back and drawing you into her arms. Rio wanders off to their bathroom to clean it off and returns with a wet cloth to clean you up as well.
She rejoins you after she's done and presses a soft kiss to your head, coming to lay down behind you, draping her arm across your body. With the three of you like that, it is not long before you fall into a deep sleep, a small smile still visible on your lips.
You were going to ache in the morning, but right this second you couldn’t find a single fuck to give.
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authors note: kinkmas day four! dedicated to all my agathario lovers + a lil breeding kink for the sweet cherry on top 🍒 i’ve never written agathario before, so hopefully i do them justice! this is not proofread.
summary: your girlfriends use you, and then fill you up
content warning(s): d/s dynamics, mommy!agatha, daddy!rio, they’re both kinda mean (canon), spit roasting, free use (but you’re enthusiastic about it), breeding kink, slapping, degrading, humiliation
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“it’s not like the little slut will mind.” you hear a muffled voice some feet away from you.
“shhhh.” you hear another voice. “i think she’s waking up.”
you stretch your legs out in front of you, your arms reaching above your head as your eyes crack open.
suddenly all at once, you’re very awake as you realize agatha, who is now kneeling over your body, is completely naked, and rio, who is standing at the end of the bed, is shirtless with a strap adorned to her hips. it was glistening with wetness in the low light of the room.
“wh-what’s going on?” you prop yourself up, attempting to rub the sleep away from your eyes.
“isn’t it obvious, dear?” your older girlfriend sitting closest to you grabs your jaw, pulling you close till your noses almost bumped against each other.
“we didn’t want to play without you.” rio chimes in from her side of the bed, stepping closer to the two of you.
agatha strokes her thumb along your jaw, her gaze just as wicked as her smile. “that’s only half true. i mostly wanted to watch her fuck you into this mattress while you choke on my cock.”
agatha’s words cause you to swallow thickly, your thighs pressing together at her shameless announcement.
“that’s right. mommy wants to play with her toy.” her grip tightens on your jaw, almost bruising now as she smashes her lips against yours. there was no build up—no warning. this was something you were becoming accustomed to.
after speaking at length with your girlfriends about free use, they’d been waking you up almost every night to fulfill their needs. just so. they wouldn’t have to wake you up if you didn’t go to bed so early. you used to tease them all the time that they were witches—staying up until the early hours in the morning till witching hour.
if you were being honest, you loved it—their need to use you. you loved their raw, unabashed desire.
you moan into agatha’s mouth, your hands clambering for a spot to hold onto her body. she grins against your lips, bitting down on the pillowy softness there. you lean into her, seeking more of her touch, more of her.
your desperation seemed to quickly catch up to theirs, or perhaps you were already there and didn’t realize until this moment.
“well don’t leave me out of it.” rio snaps, grasping onto your ankle and yanking your body down the bed. you squeak, the nightgown you had worn to bed riding up to your upper thighs.
as you now lay flat on your back, rio climbs onto the bed, hovering over your body. she smiles, her expression sinful with her eyes locked on yours. she finds the hem of your dress and lifts it up over your head.
“you’re ready for me already, aren’t you. i can see it on your desperate face.” she chuckles wickedly. her hands comes up to your cheek, patting it in a manner that wasn’t quite a slap, but not gentle either. she covers your body with hers, crashing her lips against yours.
the kiss is deep and demanding, her tongue swirling around yours in a way that was meant to make you feel weak for her. you feel the rather large dildo she was wearing press into your stomach, causing your core to clench in anticipation.
her hands hook under your thighs, pulling your legs up until you were damn near bent in half. she kisses a sloppy line down your body, pausing to bite and lick along her way. she wastes very little time teasing you as her hot, wet tongue licks a firm stripe through your panties.
your fingers weave through her hair, arching your back into her face. she’s vocal as she wets your panties, her tongue unrelenting.
agatha must have left sometime in the middle of all of this, because a shadow captures your attention as she re-enters through the door. this time, wearing a strap of her own. it’s almost equal in length in size as the one rio had on. you swallow thickly, knowing you’d have to take both.
rio slaps your thigh, calling your attention back to her. you whine, your body writhing in need beneath her.
“please.” you plead pathetically, your voice sounding just as desperate as you felt.
agatha rounds the bed, kneeling next to the pillows. “turn around.” she commands, waving her finger in a circular motion to signal for you to flip over. rio’s hands slide from where she was holding the backs of your thighs to flip you over.
now propped up on your hands and knees for them, rio assumes her position behind you. agatha’s fingers run through your hair, one of her hands tilting your chin up.
“you want this?” she asks as one of her hands travels down and grasps onto the faux cock. she traces the tip along the shape of your lips. you breathe against it, nodding your head at her question.
“yes, my sweet. you’re gonna be a good girl and let mommy fuck your mouth while daddy breeds you.”
you moan, the sound muffled as agatha slips the tip past your lips. she’s slow at first, not forcing you to take the whole thing until it’s fully coated in your saliva. once it is, she begins a slow pace, pushing her cock until it’s disappeared entirely before pulling out. the room is quiet, save for the soft gagging sounds you make every time she bottoms out in your mouth.
as agatha finds her rhythm, you find your thoughts drifting into nothing. you let agatha use you as she pleases, uncaring how she went about it. just then, you feel rio dragging her cock along your wet slit. when she slips inside, it’s all at once. as she bottoms out, your eyes roll into the back of your head. she thrusts her hips into you, your face forced forward into agatha’s pelvis every time she does so.
you’re choking now, the only reprieve when agatha pulls back before rio’s thrusts push you forward again. you’re exactly where you want to me. being used just how they want to use you.
“brainless pet.” agatha chuckles. she holds your hair away from your face, watching as her cock disappears into your mouth again and again. you’re drooling, saliva dripping down your chin and onto the sheets beneath you.
“she is a brainless pet, isn’t she?” rio laughs along with her wife, thrusting harder into you. your moans are garbled, tears streaming down your face.
“you were made for this. made to be bred.” rio pants as she slaps your ass cheek. her grip on your hips is unrelenting. you couldn’t wriggle out of her grasp even if you wanted to.
both of their paces quicken, their own gasps and moans spurring you on.
“fuck i’m gonna cum.” rio’s grip becomes impossible more firm, her thrusts harder. agatha fucks your face faster to, perfectly in sync with rio. “i’m gonna cum inside this cunt.” she grunts, slapping your ass again.
agatha moans, seemingly lost in her own pleasure as she watches the scene unfold before her. rio’s moans increase in pitch and volume, signaling her impending release.
her hips stutter, her moans falling silent as she falls over the edge. you didn’t realize it, but she must have been wearing a cum filled strap, because when she finally stops, you feel the warm, sticky liquid inside of you.
agatha pulls her cock from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting to your lips before she pulls away completely.
your body slumps forward, your head hanging as you pant for much needed air. you can feel rio inspecting your cunt as creamy fluid begins to dribble out of your hole.
“look at thatt.” rio laughs breathlessly, spreading your lips so she can watch your pussy clench and unclench. you moan weakly, your body fighting to stay upright.
your eyes slip closed, but your little moment of reprieve was cut short when agatha lifts your head to look at her.
𓂃 ´ཀ` WHAT ARE THEIR KINKS? feat; Wanda maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Rio vidal, Yelena belova, Carol danvers and Selina Kyle x fem!reader
tw; SMUT. fem!reader, mommy kink, g!pNatasha, strap-on, brat-tamming, degradation, praise, slapping, pet names (baby, babe, sweet, bunny and good girl ), punishments, hair-pulling, dirty talk, dumbfication. dni men and minors.
Wanda: Mommy kink (nobody can tell me otherwise
♱ “You take me so well” she dips her head, pressing kisses against your jaw, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin while she thrusts into you, slow and deep, without any rush. Her breath hot against your ear, rasping and unsteady as she murmurs, “Come for me, bunny. Can you do that for me?” You whimper, tears pricking in your eyes as she continues thrusting, filling you so well "I know, I know bunny”
Her lips press against your cheek, tears dried and skin flushed. “It's okay” She coos feeling your legs tremble around her waist, bringing a calloused hand to the soft skin of your thighs, running her fingers over the skin "Mommy is here baby" she groan softly against your skin, sinking the strap deeper into your pussy.
You whine high-pitched, burying your face in the pillow, and that makes her let out a low, possessive hum in the back of her throat “No, sweetheart.” she murmurs unsteadily, fingers finding your chin and lifting it to come face to face with you, her pupils are dilated as she examines your face.
looking at your disheveled and sweaty appearance make has a fire burning in her guts. She uses her free hand to pin your hips, preventing any more movement. “Wanna see your pretty face when you come for me.”
Natasha: Breeding kink (G!p)
♱ Her hands grip your hips to keep you in place, so hard that it leaves her fingerprints on your skin. Her thrusts strong and deep, desperate “Shit— so tight” she whimpers, feeling your walls tighten around her sensitive dick
She mumbles something that you're unable to make out against your skin. Her fingers dig in your hips, her grip almost bruising now, “Gonna fill you up so good—” She grits out, voice thick, still pumping up into you with those hard, sharp, harsh little thrusts, her head just getting more fuzzy.
“God, you are so pretty for me,” she breathes, voice low and wrecked already. Her hips give a deep thrust, sinking all her cock so you can feel how deep it is inside you. “This tight little hole was made to take my cum—made to keep it.”
She moves in long, punishing strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Each thrust punches the air from your lungs slamming forward harder. “Gonna breed you— till it’s leaking out” She presses the heel of her palm low on your belly, right where she’s buried deepest.
Your body starts to tense, breath hitching faster, walls fluttering hard around her cock. She feels it instantly—the way you tighten, the little tremors running through you, the way your hips jerk back involuntarily like you can’t help chasing it
“You close baby?” she whispers hot against your ear, voice dark and teasing, lips brushing your skin “Come with me”
Rio Vidal: Brat-tamming kink
♱ “You were being such a brat” she groans against the back of your neck, fingers tightening in your hair, pulling you closer to her “Where did those words go, uh?”
Another pitiful whine spills out of you, high, broken and needy—your body caught between trying to pull away from the overwhelming fullness and pushing back for more. She laughs darkly at the sound, the vibration rumbling through her chest into your back.
“Listen to you,” she groans, panting. Her hand on your hip coming down to slap your ass hard, leaving a sharp, painful heat against the sensitive skin. The sound echoes in the room; the sting blooms instantly, sharp and fiery, spreading heat across already tender skin.
“F-fuck! Rio—" Tears well up in your eyes from the sting of the slap as she continues thrusting into you, you jerk forward on instinct, but she doesn’t let you escape—her grip on your hair keeps your head yanked back, forces you to take every punishing thrust while your pussy clenches around the strap.
“Shh…” Her voice is low, almost gentle. Her fingers loosen in your hair for just a heartbeat—long enough for you to suck in a desperate gasp—before she shoves your face forward, pressing your cheek hard into the soft, warm pillow that still smells faintly of her shampoo and sweat.
The fabric muffles your next moan instantly, turning it into a pathetic, wet whimper trapped against cotton. Your nose fills with her scent; your mouth opens on instinct, tasting salt and laundry detergent as she grinds her hips forward in one slow, deliberate roll.
The strap sinks impossibly deeper—deeper than before, deeper than you thought your body could take. The thick, ridged silicone presses right up against your cervix, stretching you so wide your walls flutter helplessly around it, trying and failing to adjust. A sharp, electric ache blooms low in your belly, mixing with the throbbing pleasure until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Your thighs tremble violently, knees sliding wider on the sheets as your hips jerk forward on reflex, only for her pelvis to slam back against your ass and pin you in place.
“There you are,” she coos, voice dripping with mock-pity, the kind that makes your face flush even as your cunt clenches harder around her. “So pathetic”
Her fingers dig into the back of your skull, pressing your face deeper into the pillow until your breaths come in short, ragged pulls through your nose. You can feel every inch of her inside you—every vein on the strap dragging against your sensitive walls with each shallow grind, the tip of the strap finding that deep spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes water. Slick leaks steadily out around the base, running hot down your inner thighs, soaking into the sheets beneath you in a growing wet spot.
She doesn’t pull back far—just enough to give you a few cruel, shallow thrusts that make obscene, squelching sounds every time she bottoms out again. Each one punches a choked sob out of you, the noise swallowed by the pillow, vibrating against your lips.
“Are you close, uh?”
Yelena: degradation kink
Yelena’s grip on your chin tightens just shy of painful, forcing your gaze downward to look at her fucking your pussy. The thick strap glistens obscenely with your slick, plunging in and out with wet, filthy sounds that fill the room. Every time she pulls back, your lips cling desperately to the silicone, strings of your arousal stretching and snapping between you like they’re trying to keep her inside.
“Look how wet that greedy pussy is,” she says in a condescending tone, clicking her tongue like you’re some disappointing little slut who can’t control herself. But the dark satisfaction in her voice betrays how much she loves seeing you like this—ruined, dripping, pathetic.
She slows deliberately, dragging the ridged length out so slowly you can watch your own cunt gape for a second, fluttering and empty, before she slams back in—hard—making your whole body jolt. A fresh gush of slick leaks out around the base, running hot down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you in a dark, spreading stain.
“Disgusting,” she murmurs, voice low and mocking, but her eyes are hungry, pupils blown wide. “Look at the mess you’re making. Can’t even keep it together while I use this hole.” Her free hand slides down to spread your folds wider with two fingers, exposing your swollen clit and the way your entrance spasms uselessly every time she bottoms out. “You’re soaked”
She starts thrusting faster—brutal, punishing strokes that make the strap batter your cervix with every snap of her hips. The bulge in your lower belly rises and falls visibly, obscene and unmistakable. Yelena presses her palm flat over it, grinding down so you feel exactly how deep she’s ruining you.
“Feel that?” she growls, thumb tracing the hard outline through your skin. “That’s me fucking this little cunt.” She groans against your skin, hips jerking involuntarily. “clenching like a whore.”
Your thighs are shaking violently now, slick dripping steadily, pooling under your ass and making everything slippery and obscene. She hooks one of your legs over her shoulder, opening you even wider, the new angle letting her drive impossibly deeper. The wet sound of her hips against yours is relentless, your moans turning into broken, needy sobs that you can’t hold back. “Are you going to come for me?”
Carol: size kink
♱ She sinks in all the way with one long, slow slide until her hips meet yours, the base flush against your soaked folds. A soft gasp escapes you; your legs tremble around her waist. Carol leans down, lips brushing your jaw in a gentle kiss as she sees you clench around the strap.
She starts moving—deep, steady thrusts that drag almost all the way out before plunging back in, each one making the thick head kiss your cervix. The bulge rises visibly in your lower belly with every stroke, and her large hand slides up to rest over it, palm warm and possessive, pressing just enough so you feel the hard outline of her inside you.
“Look at that… taking me so well,” she murmurs, voice low and warm, thumb tracing the swell. Another thrust, slow and deliberate, watching your face soften with pleasure-pain. “You feel how deep I am, baby? Right here.”
Her pace builds gradually—long strokes turning into firmer snaps, hips rolling in a rhythm that hits every sensitive spot. The wet sounds fill the room, skin meeting skin, your slick coating the strap with every pull-out. She keeps one hand on your belly, feeling the bulge shift and pulse under her palm, while the other slides to your thigh, lifting it higher to open you even more.
Your breathing turns ragged, little whimpers slipping out as your walls flutter around her. Legs shaking, hips bucking up to meet her, nails digging lightly into her arms. Carol’s smile widens, leaning closer to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
She adjusts the angle just right—short, precise thrusts now, grinding deep against that spot that makes your toes curl. The pressure builds fast, your body tensing, clenching hard around the thick length. “Gonna come for me?” she whispers against your ear, voice gentle, teasing, almost fond.
Selina: overstimulation kink
♱ “Shh— kitten” She smirks, biting your jaw, her slim fingers sinking deeper into your sensitive pussy, rubbing her palm against your swollen clit. You've already come four times in a row, your cheeks flushed with dried tears.
She doesn’t give you time to catch your breath.
Her teeth sink harder into the soft skin beneath your jaw—sharp enough to bruise, possessive enough to mark “Shh—kitten. You don’t get to hide from this.”
Her fingers plunge deeper, rougher, three now, stretching you open with brutal insistence while her palm slams down against your clit in tight, punishing circles. Your whole body convulses—muscles locking, thighs trembling violently, trying to close around her wrist but she forces them wider with her knee, pinning you open like she owns every inch.
You’re sobbing openly now, raw and wrecked, tears spilling fresh down your cheeks into your hair. Four orgasms already ripped through you and left you hypersensitive, every brush of her knuckles inside sending lightning up your spine. But she doesn’t slow. She speeds up.
“Feel that?” she hisses, voice dark and ragged with her own arousal. “You’re dripping down my wrist, baby—look how fucking messy you are for me.”
Her free hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is bared completely. She drags her tongue up the column of it—slow and hot, hen bites again, harder, right over your pulse.
Her fingers crook viciously, hammering that spot inside you over and over without mercy. The pressure builds too fast, your belly tightening, thighs shaking so hard the bed creaks. You’re clenching around her so violently she groans against your neck.
“Thats it baby, i know you can take it”
She's sure you can give her another one, right? Like a good girl.
