STOP PUTTING OC STORIES WITH "X READER" TAGS BRO WITH ALL DUE RESPECT YOUR STORY DOES NOT BELONG THERE....listen... im sure the story is great... BUT im literally gonna combust if i keep seeing ts. Im trying to feed my delusions and yall arnt helping. Sighhhhhhh
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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Please like&reblog if you enjoyed, I thrive off external validation and it motivates me to write more stuff like this 👀
A/n, random but I hate when it's a Hispanic character and the author just makes them say ‘Mi Amor’ a thousand times😭 so we're not doing that.
Summary- Your Rio’s pregnant girlfriend who was feeling a bit 𝒜𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒹 and needed Rio to take good care of you.
CW- pregnancy, pregnant sex, fingering, pet names(Nena, Mi Vida, Reina, and of course his iconic mama🫦), praise kink(i have a problem), gentle sex, ear candy/dirty talk(reader), missionary, foreplay, finger sucking, creampie, unprotected sex(wrap it up),fluff.
No song rec today…sorry👉👈
Rio was a lot of things, but never a bad boyfriend. He was there for you through everything that occurred. So of course when you told him you were pregnant, he was ready to commit full-time. Helped you take every step, being home as much as possible, being at every appointment; he made sure he was going to be the best boyfriend and father. Yes, he was still working in… illegal business, but he was still doing his best.
Pacing around the kitchen, eating ice cream, and having a conversation with yourself, endeavoring to reassure yourself since Rio wasn't home yet. What you didn't notice was the man quietly coming into the house, he walked to the kitchen and saw you pacing. He smirked and slowly crept behind you as quietly as a mouse. He slid his arms around your waist, and you turned your head immediately.
“Hey, Mama.” He smiled at you and rubbed the sides of your round stomach. You pressed your lips on his cheek.
“Hi, baby.” You softly moaned from his gentle caresses, and you rested your head on his shoulder. You didn't know how to tell him but you were horny as fuck, those pregnancy hormones were getting to you.
“You smell good,” so you did the only thing you knew to do, flirt, “and you look sooo handsome today.” Even if you weren't the best at sweet talk.
He smirked, and chuckled lightly, he knew what you were doing, you weren't good at it.
“Not every day, reina?” He asked sarcastically while dragging his hand over your stomach. You rolled your eyes and just gave up on the buildup.
“I need you, so badly…” You mumbled into his skin pressing your body into his.
“I need your body, your lips, your fingers…I need you inside of me.” He slightly shivered at your words, that was one way to get him going. He tilted his head towards you and before you could blink, your legs were around his hips and he was carrying you to the couch.
He gently placed you on the couch and climbed over you. His lips pressed on your collarbone, hot open-mouthed kisses all over. His hand traced your inner thigh, gently massaging. His tongue dragged over your skin and his other hand fondled your breast
The small moans that poured out of you were so much more satisfying than screams, just pure pleasure flooding you. He began to suck your skin making sure he was going to leave a mark, and his hands slowly moved up your shirt and grabbed your breast, teasing the nipple. You grabbed his head and softly raked your hands over his head, his grip got tighter in both areas as he felt the jolt of arousal through his body.
The more of those raunchy moans that floated by his ear the tighter his pants got. He lifted, your collarbone drenched in his saliva, his lips moist, and both of you lightly panting. He pushed your legs open for him and dragged your shorts off your body, he looked down at your fat sloppy pussy and just grinned.
His thumb made its way to your cilt, rubbing circles over the sensitive area, and with his other hand he burried his fingers in your needy hold, he curled his fingers and stroked. Your hips involuntarily rolled with the motion of his fingers, your eyes were clenched shut and your head thrown back over the arm of the couch.
“Feel good, nena?” He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear that pretty voice, your pretty whimpers.
“So g-good—f-feel so good!” You whimpered and slurred, your hands clenched on the cushion of the couch. You felt his fingers withdraw making your eyes flutter open, you saw his fingers moving to your lips and you opened wide allowing them to travel inside your mouth. You sucked your juices off his fingers, and he removed his belt.
“Good, good Mi Vida, just like that.” He praised, unbuckling his pants while not breaking eye contact once.
As his fingers were being pulled from your mouth he was lining up at your entrance, his hot red tip leaking pre-cum. He slowly pushed himself inside your yearning sloppy hole, your walls swallowed every inch he gently pushed inside of you.
“You're takin’ me so good Mi Vida.” His thrusts were slow and gentle, but so filling. He lovingly stroked your stomach, making sure not to press on it. You bit the corner of your plump lip holding in your moans but he definitely wasn't having that.
“No, lemme hear you mama, come on lemme hear those pretty moans.” Of course, you obeyed letting the moans flow, the pad of his thumb rubbed over your now severely sensitive clit making you jolt.
The atmosphere was quiet and gentle only those wet sounds from your drenched puss, till you felt your climax building. That's when moans heighten along with your whimpers.
“S-sooo g-good!” Your hips bucked and you released all over him and the couch, not even a full minute after you he thrusted one more time, deeper his tip kissing your cervix then he filled you up, he pulled out and his warm semen spilled out riding down onto the couch.
He pulled you close to him and laid back with you on his chest.
“So good nena, you did so well for me.”
A/n, Im on my period and he's fine as hell, enough explaining.
Imagine you're a 400+ century old witch and you somehow end up falling in love with the female embodiment of death, who then has to take your son's soul after he dies, which results in you hating her. Now, you're trying to get your power back, and after years, and i mean YEARS, of not seeing her, she comes along the journey to help you and your coven get to the end of a death mission. You know what she is, you know why you don't like her, but you also know that beyond that you can never hate her. She's the only woman you've truly ever loved, and just her touch can drive you crazy. You spend each day thinking of and yearning for her, and then when the teenager you've taken under your wing almost dies, you plead with her not to take him. She does this for you, she doesn't take him, just for you. And in a campfire circle surrounded by your newfound family, she tells them all of a woman she once loved, who she is physically and emotionally pained by everyday, knowing that she hurt this woman more than she can ever explain, and more than anyone can ever imagine. She says this woman is her scar, a mark of failure and devastation she has to carry with her for the rest of her life. This woman is you. You leave to breathe, knowing it was you, knowing that just the simple word "loved" coming out of her mouth when she was talking about you made every bone in your body ache for her. She follows you, puts her hand on your back, and you can't help but to pull her in for a hug, it feels like heaven, like you're soaring above the sky with nothing else in the world but the two of you, and you realize you haven't felt the gentle touch of this woman since what happened. In your moment of longing and desperation, you cup her face, and you pull her in for a kiss, not only inches apart, but centimeters. A single breath holds her apart from you, and all those feelings you have for her rush back to you in an instant. She embraces it, but pulls back at the very moment. She knows you are vulnerable, she knows you're in pain, she knows you're not ready to feel her again. So she says your name, and she looks at you the way she always has. She didn't have to say it for you to know she loves you, and you weren't sure if her reluctance made you love her or long for her more, or both.
Heyyy queen, so for my request I would like a Rio fanfic where his wife has been on edge and snapping at him and the kids and he figures out its because she's sexually frustrated. Please and thank yewww💖
The way you don’t speak when you walk past him in the hallway.
The way you’ve been pulling away from his hand when he reaches for you in bed at night.
It’s not loud. You’re not screaming. But he sees it.
You been on edge for days. Snapping at the kids over little things. Letting laundry pile up when usually you stay on top of it. And when Rio talks to you, you either ignore him or shoot off a dry ass “I’m fine.” Like that lie don’t hang heavy in the air every time you say it.
He ain’t said much.
Not yet.
See, Rio don’t move off emotion. He watches. Waits. Stays ten steps ahead. He been studying you—how your hands shake when you wipe the counters, how your eyes look watery in the morning, how your smile ain’t reached your eyes in a week. He seen you go from his wife to this exhausted, snappy version of yourself, and tonight?
Tonight, he done letting it ride.
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It’s just past midnight when he walks in the kitchen and sees you wiping the counters again. For the third time today. Ain’t a crumb in sight.
You got your bonnet half on, a big t-shirt hangin’ off one shoulder, face lookin’ tired but still too fine. You ain’t notice him yet, or maybe you did and just ain’t care. He watches you for a moment, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, arms folded across his chest.
Then he speaks.
Low.
“Yo.”
You don’t look up. “What?”
“You gon’ tell me what the fuck goin’ on with you, or you just gon’ keep takin’ it out on everybody?”
Your hand freezes over the counter. You drop the rag slow, turn to face him with your arms crossed.
“I’m not takin’ it out on everybody.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Nah? That why you snapped on the baby for spillin’ juice earlier?”
You grit your teeth. “She spilled it on my laptop.”
“She five.”
You roll your eyes and move to walk past him, but he shifts, blocks you with his body.
“Back up, Rio.”
He steps closer instead. Calm. Controlled. That pressure.
“You been actin’ like you wanna fight, but I know what this really is,” he says, voice low like velvet but sharp underneath. “You tired. You overworked. And you pissed off ‘cause I ain’t been touchin’ you like I should.”
You blink hard, but your face cracks.
He smirks. Just a little.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Thought so.”
Your jaw tightens. “I cook, I clean, I raise our kids, I handle everything. And still—still—I feel like I don’t even exist in this house sometimes, Rio. I feel like I’m just floatin’ through the day, and you don’t even notice.”
He steps into your space, close enough you can feel the heat comin’ off him.
“You think I ain’t noticed?”
You try to look away. He tilts your chin with two fingers, makes you look at him.
“You think I ain’t been watchin’ you walk ‘round this house like you one sharp breath away from cryin’? Think I ain’t heard you in the bathroom the other night?”
Your stomach drops. You swallow hard. “I didn’t wanna bother you.”
His brow lifts. “Bother me?”
“I just… I felt like if I said anything, you’d think I was nagging or bein’ dramatic.”
Rio scoffs, eyes narrowing a little. “You my wife, ma. You don’t nag. You let me know what you need so I can fix it. That’s how this shit work.”
You start to speak again, but his voice cuts through the room soft and firm: “Take your ass upstairs.”
You blink. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he says, backing up just enough to give you space to move. “Go upstairs. You wanna feel like my wife again? Lemme remind you.”
The tone in his voice makes your whole body clench.
You walk past him slowly, every step feelin’ like your heartbeat in your chest. He waits. Lights off the kitchen. Follows you up the stairs, not saying a word, but you feel the tension crawl up your spine the whole way. The door to the bedroom closes behind you both with a soft click.
You stand at the foot of the bed, not sure what to do with your hands.
He doesn’t rush.
Rio walks toward you, slow, like a panther stalking prey. His chain glints in the dim light, black hoodie loose on his frame, tattoos peeking out from his sleeves as he shrugs it off and drops it on the chair.
You ain’t said a word, and he likes that.
“Take that shirt off,” he says, voice like gravel and silk.
You obey. Slow. You let the shirt fall, and the cool air kisses your skin. You feel exposed, not just naked but seen. Seen in a way that makes your eyes sting again.
His eyes trail over you. Steady. Heated.
“You been feelin’ invisible?” he says as he steps closer. “Look at me.”
You do.
“I see you. Every inch. Every curve. Every mood. I been seein’ you fall apart for days and I ain’t stepped in yet. That’s my fault.”
He brushes a knuckle across your cheek. “But I’ma fix it now.”
And before you can speak, he’s on you.
Kissin’ you deep. Like he been holdin’ back. Like he mad at himself for not doin’ this sooner. His hands grip your waist, pullin’ you against him, and your legs go weak before he even gets you on the bed.
He lays you down with a gentleness that contrasts the fire in his eyes.
Then he slows everything down.
Kiss after kiss. Palm after palm. His fingers drag down your sides, smooth and rough all at once. You whisper his name, soft, needy, and he shushes you against your mouth.
“Nah, baby. Let me do this. Just feel it.”
You arch into him when his hand slides between your thighs, and he groans low.
“This how I know you been needin’ me,” he murmurs. “You so fuckin’ wet for me right now.”
Your breath hitches, your thighs tremble.
“Shoulda been handled this days ago,” he whispers. “That’s on me.”
You try to grab at him, try to pull him down, but he just shakes his head, lips brushing your ear.
“You gon’ wait, mama. Let me take care of you proper.”
The way he talks to you—low, calm, dominant—you can’t even argue. Your body too gone. Your head too light. He don’t just make love to you. He reclaims you. Kisses every sore, overstretched part of your soul. Touches you like his fingers were made to undo the stress wound tight in your belly. He presses deep, slow strokes into you that got you biting your lip and whimperin’.
“Look at me,” he says again, holding your chin mid-stroke.
You do. And your whole chest just cracks open.
Tears fall before you can stop ‘em.
But Rio don’t flinch. He leans down, kisses them right off your cheeks, still movin’ inside you like he own you—and he do.
“This what you needed, huh?” he murmurs.
You nod, breathless.
“This how I fix my wife.”
You cry harder.
And when you come, it’s not just your body—it’s your mind, your chest, your whole weight letting go. And he stays with you the whole way. Eyes on yours. Breath steady. Palms holdin’ you through the release.
After, he don’t pull away.
He stays wrapped around you. One hand pressed to your stomach, slow circles. His lips at your shoulder.
“You ain’t never gotta go that long without sayin’ what you need again,” he whispers.
The front door clicked softly behind him, and Rio exhaled. It was that long, heavy kind of sigh that came from a day full of nonsense. Beth and her crew had tried his patience, and though he’d handled it, all he could think about was coming home.
The sound of tiny feet pattering across the hardwood greeted him first, followed by your tired voice trying — and failing — to redirect your daughter’s endless energy. He rounded the corner and saw you there: hair a little messy, shoulders tense, eyes full of exhaustion and love. Your baby girl, Marianna, giggled, darting past you in her footy pajamas like she owned the place.
Rio couldn’t help but grin. “Hey, mama,” he rasped, shrugging off his coat.
You barely glanced up, frazzled. “Hey… sorry, she’s been on one tonight.”
He chuckled, crouching to scoop up a few stray toys. “Yeah? Let me see what I can do about that.”
With just a few minutes, he had Ms. Rachel playing softly on the TV and the toddler settled on the floor, mesmerized by colors and songs. Then his attention shifted to you — the woman holding this home together while he’d been out running the world.
He walked over, palms warm and steady as they slid around your waist. “Long day, mama?” he murmured against your temple.
You nodded, your breath catching a little when his lips brushed your forehead.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m here now. I got you.”
You sank back into him, the scent of him grounding you. The tension in your shoulders eased as he guided you toward the sofa. His phones sat face down on the side table, already on DND. Tonight, it was just you two and your little whirlwind of a daughter.
Rio pulled you into his lap, wrapping you up like something precious. He kissed your cheeks, your nose, your jaw — soft, patient reminders that you were doing your best.
“You’re doin’ a great job, mama,” he whispered between kisses. “Don’t beat yourself up. Look at her. She’s happy, she’s healthy. Our mischievous princess just knows how to run circles around you, that’s all.”
You hum, the sound trailing off as your lashes fluttered. Before long, your breathing evened out. He glanced down, realizing you’d fallen asleep against him, lips parted slightly.
Your toddler turned from the TV, noticing the quiet. Her eyes met his, and she flashed that mischievous grin. Rio chuckled low. “Yeah, baby girl, mommy’s out cold. You wore her out.”
She giggled, toddling over, and with his help, climbed onto the couch beside you. Rio tucked her under his arm, her pacifier already in place. Within minutes, she was asleep too. His two favorite girls bundled close, and the house still.
He pressed a kiss to each of your heads. “My girls,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
A while later, he woke you gently. Together, you settled your little one into her bed, tucking her in, and shared that quiet, knowing smile only tired parents have.
He tried to steer you toward your awaited slumber, but you realized hubby hadn’t eaten. You resisted his insistence as your stubborn streak kicked in. You fussed, insisting on heating his dinner, but Rio just gave you that look. The one that left no room for argument.
Rio took over, fixing plates for both of you. The two of you unwind, eating together in the calm that followed chaos, half an episode of Matlock humming in the background. When your yawns started to win out, Rio shut off the TV, stood, and offered his hand.
“Come on, mama,” he rasped softly. “Let’s get you to bed.”
The two of you slipped into the shower, the warm water washing away the day. There was laughter, soft touches, kisses that lingered longer than they should. The kind that were urgent for more than just a passionate dance of tongues. Unable to resist you any longer, Rio pushed his exhaustion aside. His lips slid away from your own, trailing down the side of your throat. They lingered, brushing light kisses across your sternum. You exhaled on a sigh that sounded like music to his ears. Your fingers gently cradled the back of his head.
Rio dipped a bit lower, his eyes connecting with yours. The onyx pools sent a rack of shivers over your body as his tongue gently circled your nipple. His other hand busied itself with the other breast, pinching and tweaking at the sensitive bud. Your head lulled against the shower wall as whimpers fell from your lips.
“Rio…,” you whined.
He kissed, licked every inch of skin, as he dipped lower. Your chest heaved, eyes still locked on his. He chuckled at the groan that fell from your lips at the sight of him on his knees. His name was a faint whisper on your lips.
Rio’s tongue laved and sucked, savoring the taste of your soft stretch marks on your stomach. He lingered for a moment worshiping the marks left behind from growing his precious baby girl. His hand lifted one leg up onto his shoulder. He used the opposite shoulder to nudge your thighs further apart.
“Place your other thigh up here, ma. You know I got you.”
Both legs in place, you felt a slight shift as your back slid up the shower wall a bit. Eyes still holding your own in a trance, his hands slid up your thighs. Spread wide, Rio pressed you firm against the wall. He leaned in and inhaled your scent. If the groan that left his lips wasn’t enough to make you squirm. His tongue inching up your thigh surely was. You let out a stuttered gasp. Rio’s teeth sank into the soft supple flesh. He suckled the spot for a second before his lips smacked away from the flesh.
“I know what you want, mama, but you know I gotta hear you say it, love. Tell me, sweetheart. What do you need from me?”
“Rio, please,” you begged, not able to form a complete sentence.”
You were keyed up. All the things you wanted him to do to your body were a jumbled mess of dirty thoughts.
“Baby, please.”
Rio sent a slow torturous lick up your folds. Just as quick as it appeared, his tongue was gone. Your head bumped against the shower wall.
“What I tell you ‘bout closed mouths? You want this pussy ate, mama,” he rasped.
“Off the fuckin’ bone,” you half moaned, half whimpered. “Christopher, please!”
He smirked at your response, “Was that so hard?”
Before you could argue back, his mouth locked in on you, stealing the air from your lungs. He wasted no time bringing you to the edge time and again until he got his fill. When he came up for air, his mouth devoured yours.
As soon as your feet touched the shower floor, you attempted to return the favor. He stepped back, and shook his head.
“Naw, mama. It was about you tonight. Your fine-ass worked hard today, and deserved some stress relief.”
“And so do you,” you moaned, mouth practically salivating for a taste of him.
Your hand wrapped around him. One firm, tight stroke had his head falling back as a curse left his lips, “fuckkk.”
“Your stubborn ass,” he rasped. “I’m trying to cater to you. I know you’re exhausted.”
“Mm—not too tired to suck you dry, papa.”
With that, all Rio’s restraint went out the door. He picked you up, pinning you to the shower wall. In one swift moment, he had you spread, sinking every inch inside. He was so deep, you felt him everywhere.
“Fuckkk,” the two of you said in unison.
It didn’t take you long to reach that beautiful peak. The two of you came hard. It was the type crest that left your body shivering, twitching as words of thanks left your lips. Rio held you up as he peppered your face with kisses.
“You straight, mama, it’s okay,” he whispered, still kissing you gently. “I got you, love. You did so good for me, yeah?” He continued, soothing you with praise you loved to hear. “Love you, mama.”
Rio palmed your ass, continuing his kisses, waiting for your breathing to steady. He smirked at you as your eyes blinked heavily and a yawn escaped your lips.
“See! Now you can barely keep your eyes open with your sleepy ass, he teased.
“Worth it,” you replied sleepily.
“Clearly! The way you was damn near speaking in tongues proved that. You was feenin’ huh, mama,” he teased.
“You’re the best kind of addiction to have.”
Your head tucked into the side of his neck, kissing him softly, “I love you too, papa.”
With a loud smack to your ass, he cleaned your overtired body once more. You two finally crawled into bed, limbs tangled, while the world outside faded. The empire, the chaos, the noise. It had all gone silent and none of it called for your attention. It was just you, him, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. In his embrace, you snuggled deeper. The tension in your body long gone, your eyes fluttered shut, and you gave in to the exhaustion of the day. For the first time all day, everything felt still.
*blissful sigh*
It’s been awhile my lovelies! I truly hope you enjoyed it! If you did be sure to show some love🥰🫶🏾. I missed writing for my wittle lovelies. You would've gotten this sooner but ya girl has been feeling like crap. I'm on day four of a migraine 😩. It wasn't heavily edited but hopefully it was still enjoyable💓. Tagging a few of my precious babies!
