i love the taste of walking a knife's edge
rating: E (NSFW)
ship: Agatha Harkness x F!Reader
words: 5,143
tags: smut, noncon, drugging (drink spiking), butch!Agatha, gp!Agatha, vaginal sex, degradation, blowjobs, free use kink, facials, cum eating, nonconvember day 5
idk where this came from, don't ask me lmao
(ao3 link)
Agatha's hand slams on the alarm, cursing under her breath as she rolls onto her back and sighs. You tug the blankets down from your chest, stretching your arms up and out until you feel your shoulders crack. You roll to your side and throw an arm over Agatha's torso, snuggling into your girlfriend's arm.
"Clingy this morning?" she asks, sleep still heavy on her voice with that delicious rasp, "I thought you'd be sated for the morning after everything last night."
You grind your clothed center into the side of her thigh, whimpering from how sore you were. Remembering how she had you bent in such a way that your knees were to your ears, pounding into you until you had to physically tap out.
"Not my fault you introduced a mating press to me, the one constantly begging you to breed her."
Agatha chuckles, shaking her head with her hand raised to her eyes to rub at her eyes. She throws her arm over your shoulder, curling you even closer to her body.
You throw your leg over her hips, dragging your calf muscle against her crotch deliberately. She grunts, head turning to bury her nose in your hair. "You gave me a workout, hon. I need time to recover."
She lifts her hip, sliding your leg off of her, but presses a kiss to your forehead to assure you she wasn't rejecting you. You whine, frowning with the. usual dramatic, pouty lip.
"If you're good, maybe later."
Your head lifts from her shoulder, immediate smile on your face at the potential of a repeat of last night.
Neither of you had work today due to a holiday. Days like this were rare, what with your waitress job and her position at the police department.
She gives you a final squeeze before dropping her arm back to the bed, exhaling with a huff, and shuts her eyes.
"Go get coffee started," she dictates, her hands sliding under her pillow, "I need to switch to the extra strength shit to keep up with you, I swear."
You squeak with a giggle, sitting up to get out of bed but stopping to kiss her nose before you climb over her and off the bed. Agatha shifts her hand out from underneath the pillow to playfully smack your backside, smiling still with her eyes closed.
"Right away, sir."
She barks with an amused laugh, opening one eye a sliver to watch you walk off down the hall and toward the kitchen.
As you go, you tap your fingers into your thigh. Your shorts were bordering on too short, even Agatha herself told you to stop wearing them out of the house when she caught someone staring at your ass when you were shopping the other month.
You round the corner to the kitchen with a hand on the doorway, swinging in on the balls of your feet, and throwing your hips back to avoid colliding into the counter top. You move towards the coffee machine, pressing the button to start it then grab at the basket filled with yesterday's coffee grounds.
It's a routine you've grown to love every morning. Letting Agatha slowly wake up in bed while you get coffee started for the both of you. As you've gotten older you understood quickly that routine was the only way to make life somewhat easier.
Make coffee, start breakfast, kiss your girlfriend while handing her the usual mug she used, eat, bathroom routine, dress, out the door for work and/or whatever errands you needed to run that day.
It was clockwork for the both of you.
Agatha was always meticulous with her routine and you just fell in line with it.
You tap the coffee scoop on the machine a couple of times before fixing it back to the side where it will sit until tomorrow, flipping the lid shut, and pressing the start button.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the kitchen and you smile, knowing Agatha would soon trudge in with heavy feet and slumped shoulders, ready for her caffeine fix.
You bite the inside of your cheek mulling over her words. How she would need something stronger to keep up with you. The age gap between the two of you was a rather large one, truth be told. Agatha was in her fifties and you your mid-twenties, something she'd rarely let you forget.
Despite her jokes of being unable to keep up with you, she still was putting you to sleep before finally collapsing herself.
Your cunt throbs with a dull pain deep inside where she was buried last night. You grip the counter top, reliving each time your girlfriend guided you through several intense orgasms with her strong tongue and thick cock.
The ache of feeling empty was starting to eat at your self control. How long would it be until she was ready to take you again?
Your eyes drift up from the coffee machine, still filling the glass carafe, up to the cabinet to your right. The spot you put your medications.
A while back, you were trying to buy a new vibrator from the usual online site you frequented. It was on sale, luckily, but it didn't reach the amount for free shipping. There wasn't anything else somewhat cheap enough to add that you could justify, until you found the pseudo-enhancement section.
You scrolled past listings of mints that helped negate gag reflexes, warming lotions that helped relax, cooling lubricants that would make certain spots more sensitive. Nothing was interesting until you found enhancement candies, something that looked nearly like Sweet-Tarts from how bright they were.
They were just enough to get free shipping for your order, too.
You added them and sent off the order, not entirely thinking of giving them to Agatha. She did well enough all on her own, having the candies was almost overkill.
Once they arrived, you explained what they were to Agatha with laughter while you shook the box as if they were a joke gift. Agatha asked if she should toss them, but you waved her off saying they might come in handy.
You lean back, training your ear to listen carefully for your girlfriend. You don't hear anything, just the rapid dripping of the grumbling coffee machine coming to a stop.
Tongue poking into your cheek, you stand on your tiptoes to open the cabinet door and grab at the box. You ignore your daily vitamins, focusing solely on this split decision.
You carefully open the box, trying to minimize the damage all together as you reach in to take one of the candies inside. Having bent the corner of the tab too far, you press your lips together in annoyance but ignore it as you fish out a candy and tuck the tabs together.
You toss the box back in the cabinet and shut the cabinet to quickly get to work.
You rip the tablet open with your teeth, revealing a bright pink candy. It was chalky, leaving a brief residue behind on your fingers which you brush off on the side of your shirt. Dropping the candy on the counter in front of you, you grab a knife from the block and crush it until it's powdery.
You toss the knife into the sink, briefly running the water on it to get rid of the evidence, and snag Agatha's coffee cup from the drying rack. You brush the powdery candy into the mug with a sweep of your hand, eyeing the counter top for any leftover bits.
It smells sugar sweet, as a candy would normally be. You laugh to yourself momentarily, figuring this would do nothing and just be a placebo, but reach for the coffee pot.
You fill Agatha's mug to the brim and place the pot back on the burner. You stir the coffee with your finger to dissolve the powder, and set the mug on the counter to reach for the sugar packets.
You pop your finger into your mouth, taking two packets from the box, and suck the coffee from your finger. It's sweet, almost as if you already put sugar in it overall.
The usual stomps of Agatha walking toward the kitchen have your posture straightening, stuffing the packets back in the box, and picking the mug up again. Your pulse quickens, trying to figure out how to come off as nonchalant to your detective girlfriend.
"God, I needed this," Agatha groans as she rounds the corner, trudging to you. "You gave me a workout, kid."
You roll your eyes, offering the mug without looking at her. She takes it without question, fingers slipping through the loop of the mug, and brings it up to her nose. She inhales the warm steam from the mug and sighs happily before taking a sip.
Your eyes immediately widen at the realisation you just committed to the plan as Agatha swallows her coffee down. Her brows furrow in thought, looking at you over the lip of the ceramic.
"Did you put too much sugar in this?"
You give a shy smile, turning your head to the side partially, and twirl a thick strand of your hair around your finger. "I might've lost count, so maybe?"
Her tongue slips out of her mouth, swiping it along her bottom lip to clean up the dribble of liquid. You bat your lashes at her, trying to amp up the feigned innocence in hopes she wouldn't see right through you.
Agatha winks at you over the mug, taking another sip before setting it back on the counter. She pulls you close to her, arms around your waist, and hugs you.
"My sweet tooth will get the better of me, I'm sure of it."
You laugh, nervously at first before you control yourself and play it off. Her hands rub at your back before trailing lower to your ass, thumbs tracing circles into your backside before she grabs you.
Your breath hitches and she pushes you against her, forcing your crotch into hers. She's soft, but there's still enough of a bulge for you to feel through your thin shorts.
"I thought you said you needed time to recover," your voice wavers, "Was a couple of minutes in bed enough?"
Agatha nudges your hair away from your neck, plush lips dragging toward your pulse point before she kisses it. "Maybe, we'll see."
You feel her fingers relax against your ass, drifting back to your hips. She moves you back and steps out of your space to take her coffee mug again, bringing it up to her lips to sip.
"You got plans today?" she asks, heading toward the dining table, "I was thinkin' we could finally tackle the basement. No clue what is down there anymore beyond the laundry machines."
You stay put for the time being, breath held in your chest until she walks out of your peripheral vision and takes her usual spot at the table. You exhale slowly, deciding to not get any coffee for yourself. The adrenaline alone has you wired, you don't need caffeine on top of that.
"That sounds good with me, babe," you respond, strolling over to her. You run your fingers through your hair, tossing it behind you just as you approach her. "I think recycling gets picked up this week, too. Clear up any boxes."
Agatha nods, taking a big gulp of her coffee. Her cheeks puff out and you have to hide your smirk at her face. She swallows it down, smacking her lips, and sets the mug on the table. You glance down at it and see it's essentially gone.
Anxiety strikes you with the thought of not knowing how long it would take to kick in, if it even does. Would changing the candy to a powder make it work faster or would it nullify it entirely?
You really should've read the box before you jumped to set the plan in motion.
Agatha's leg kicks out under the table, resting her bare foot on the chair across from her. She winces momentarily, hand dropping to pinch at the fabric of her plaid pajama pants. You stand beside her, motionless, but your eyes follow what her hand does under the table.
She licks her lips, slouching down in the wooden chair a few inches. Her shoulders raise, head tilting to the side to try and crack her neck with a pinched look on her face.
"Is the air conditioner on?"
She pulls the baggy tee on her chest, fanning it to cool herself down. You can only gawk at her and the blooming blush on her face, only snapping your mouth shut once she makes direct eye contact with you. She raises an eyebrow in question, wordlessly repeating herself.
"Yeah," you respond coolly, turning to double check at the thermostat on the wall on the other side of the room, "I didn't shut it off last night, so I'd assume so."
Agatha pushes herself away from the table, chair loudly skidding across the floor abrasively. She holds her hands on her thighs, sweat beading on her forehead. As you turn back to face her, your mouth goes dry at the prominent erection beneath her loose pants.
"This has to be a hot flash or something," She averts her gaze, looking down to the floor in confusion. She tries to move, to stand and escape, but grunts and remains in the chair. "I know I'm due for menopause or whatever the fuck, but I wasn't expecting it to be all of this."
You step closer to her, fingertips brushing the back of the chair and up to her shoulder. She jerks away, like your touch was burning her.
Astonished that the goofy little enhancement pill you ordered online actually worked, you are filled with a brighter sense of self. A confidence due to your plan working after all.
You crouch beside her, hand trailing down her bicep to her forearm and eventually wrapping around her wrist. You can feel her pulse hammering underneath her skin, rapidly pumping blood through her body.
"Do you want any help?"
Agatha pants quietly, looking up to meet your eyes. You can't help but smirk as she clenches her fingers into a fist, feeling her veins bulge out of her skin. She searches your eyes for an answer and you don't look away, letting her find it.
You watch as the confusion shifts, her back straightening as it all comes together. She looks beyond you, just over your shoulder, and stares at the cabinet. The one she knows you stuffed those stupid pills in.
She stands slowly, rising from the chair and pulls you with her. The confidence falters for a moment, eyes widening in concern for yourself from how quiet she was. When Agatha gets mad, she gets loud. When she's really mad, she gets silent.
Agatha stalks over to the cabinet with you trailing behind her and throws the cabinet door open. It slams into the other cabinet next to it, making you jump. She nods, tongue poking into her lower lip at the confirmation. She turns to face you, raising her hand to point at the box.
You look, biting at the skin on your lip. You see now, painfully obviously, the box was sitting on her vitamins and not where it was previously. Where it had always been, since neither of you wanted to use them.
"Little whore couldn't fucking wait for me to get it up, huh?" Agatha questions, "You had to spike my fucking coffee to get me hard?"
Her hand snaps forward, grabbing you by the throat with her fingers squeezing at the sides with enough force you could feel the blood flow to your head begin to lessen. You swallow, your throat rubbing into her palm.
"Answer me."
You grab at her hand, trying to peel a finger away from your neck. Her grip maintains and she squeezes a touch harder from your reaction. Your mouth opens to respond and she relaxes her fingers to let you speak.
"I didn't think they'd work," you croak, still pawing at her hand, "I thought it'd be a sugar pill if anything."
Agatha can barely keep her vision clear, swallowing hard while still panting. She shifts the weight on her feet, wincing as her erection rubs against her pajama bottoms.
Suddenly her hand is gone from your throat and you stagger back with a couple steps away from her. You cough, rubbing at your neck as your backside lands against the counter. Her shoulders slouch forward, her back curling as she rips her pants off. She throws them onto the ground, huffing with a profound anger.
"Turn around."
You stammer in response, standing fully. She grabs her stiff cock and half pumps her hand around the weeping, swollen tip. Precum oozes out and she exhales with a shallow breath, the promise of her own relief coming soon.
Slowly turning around and averting your gaze, you move until you're fully facing the counter with your hands splaying out against it. The counter comes to your belly button, not being able to bend over it unless you stand on your tip toes.
You hear her footsteps approaching and feel her hand slip over your waist, a gentle touch from the moment of clarity. You want to look over your shoulder and check on her, offer another apology if need be, but you are frozen in place.
Agatha slides herself up your backside, hiccuping a breath from the friction. You remain still, letting her grind against your ass.
You feel the heat of her through your shorts, the throb of the vein running up the underside of her shaft, and you want to lift your hips to give her more to work with. You press yourself into the counter and lift up on your tip toes, bending at your waist, and lean over the counter.
Agatha's fingers dig into the waistband of your shorts, her hips following you as she grinds into your ass again. You gasp at the force of her movements, feeling your arousal pooling in your underwear.
As she rolls her hips into yours and you feel her cock glide up, you expect her to pull back, but instead you feel her guiding the tip to prod at your core. A strangled moan tears from her throat, sounding like she had never felt anything like this before.
"You need to fix this," she hisses, lifting your shorts and underwear away from your body with two fingers into the waistband, moving them past your ass until she lets gravity take them. "You're gonna let me use you until your little experiment runs its course."
Agatha mumbles something you barely catch until the end, something that sounded like a prayer, and buries herself into you with a snap of her hips. You bite down onto your bottom lip, muffling your screams as you're suddenly so full you feel like you're bursting at the seams.
Her whole body shivers, toes curling against the kitchen floor, her hips flush against your backside. The extra push forward has your feet entirely off the floor and balancing on your stomach.
She pulls out of you slowly, making sure you can feel her pulse through her appendage. You clench around the mushroom tip, groaning from how full that alone made you feel. The hand on your hip lifts up and strikes your bare ass before thrusting back into you.
"The only noises I want to hear," Agatha punctuates each word with a fluid motion of her hips colliding into you, thoroughly fucking you, "Are the ones coming from your cunt while it milks me dry."
Your eyes roll into your head from her words knowing she means it. You've never poked the bear this badly before, only seeing the hint of something darker in her eyes once or twice when you were treading too close to uncharted territory.
The slap of skin against yours was a steady enough rhythm to match your breathing to, still unable to look back at her while she forces you to take every solid inch of her cock. Each thrust has you pushing further into the counter and you keep your legs spread as best as you can with your knees knocking into the cabinets underneath.
You hear her bubble with laughter, a giggle even. You've never heard Agatha Harkness giggle before.
Agatha palms at your ass cheeks, squeezing at your flesh with rough hands. She pistons herself in and out of you while using your ass to force you to bounce back onto her. You don't dare move on your own, letting her take everything you could offer.
"That's it," she snarls, tipping her head back while her giggles shift into a louder cackle, "My perfect toy, aren't you? I should do this more often, just fucking you into something while you can only lie there and let me."
You whimper, eyes opening a sliver. You clench around her again once shes buried in deep, your walls massaging her length until her pace slips out of rhythm and she bucks against you awkwardly. It catches you off guard until you feel the warmth of her seed in your lower belly.
She ruts into you with little thrusts, coating your insides with her cum while she stutters. Normally you'd feel her soften, but she doesn't. She's still as hard as she was the moment she entered you.
Agatha groans, head falling back in place with a frustrated sigh and her hands drop from your ass to grab the counter underneath you. You feel the slow drag of her pulling out entirely, and then feel her cum dribbling out as well.
You whine, moving your arms to try and lift onto your elbows. She stops you, gliding her cock through your folds and pressing down with a flat palm to the small of your back.
"I didn't tell you to move."
Agatha's other hand drifts to pull your folds apart, leaning to the side to get a better look at the state of you. She hums with delight, admiring her work with awe. You hear the slippery, wet sound of skin on skin.
"You're drooling for more, hon," She teases the tip into your entrance, scooping up as much of the combination of your slick and her cum as she can, and pulls out, "Do you even want it? Your cunt keeps spitting me out, that's so wasteful."
You try to reach back behind you, pawing at your as with your fingers stretching past their ability to try and plug yourself to keep her cum inside. You can feel your wetness, but aren't able to do what you wanted.
You hear the sound again, slippery and wet skin on skin. You finally move to look back at her and see her slowly working her hand up her length, rubbing her cum into her shaft. She catches your eyes and slams back into you all at once.
Your head drops back to the counter, stopping to keep yourself up an inch before you collide into it with your forehead. She sets a bruising pace that makes your eyes cross, ramming you in the cervix each time she thrusts in.
She moves you off of the counter with a brief tug of her hands at your waist, stilling her onslaught momentarily to reposition you.
Agatha holds you flush against her, her knee pushing your legs apart to make sure she can keep making a mess of you. Your head rocks back onto her shoulder, eyes glassy and blinking slow.
"I wanna feel it," she rasps in your ear, slithering her hand around to your front to rub at the swell in your lower belly from her cock. "I wanna make sure you can feel what you did to me."
Agatha's lips ghost against your earlobe just as she grabs your arm, twisting it behind your back with a strong grip, one reminding you of her training stories when she was a young buck at the police academy. You yelp in shock, sobering for a brief moment before she uses your trapped arm to draw out of your core and drill back into you.
"Gotta keep this one in, sweetheart," She grins, pressing her lips to your neck as she keeps fucking you. You feel your own orgasm brewing, swirling like a storm overhead. Your walls flutter around her with a silent whimper, "Fucking take it!"
The sensation of the second wave of her cum shooting inside of you sends you over the edge as well. Your fingernails hold so tight into your palm the pain cuts your orgasm short, only managing to milk your girlfriend's shaft for a moment.
Agatha huffs out in frustration and a click of her tongue, sounding gravelly and rough as she drops your arm and slips out of you entirely. You fall forward on gummy legs, shambling back the few steps toward the counter to hold yourself up.
You press your legs together, hoping to keep Agatha's cum inside with fruitless effort as you still feel her warmth trickling down your inner thigh.
Agatha bends forward, hands on her knees as she stares down at her stiffness. She shakes her head in shock, looking back to you.
"It's not enough."
Your knees give out underneath you sending you to the ground with a slump. You kneel, hands against the floor and eyes carefully lifting up to stare at Agatha in front of you.
Her gazes falls down to you and her breath hitches at the sight. Her eyebrows lift ever so slightly in surprise at the visage of you, knelt before her, trusting her every move. It makes your skin tingle to be before her like this. As if you were always destined to be on your knees in front of her, completely at her mercy.
"Open."
Your jaw drops on command like you were trained to do so. She cups your chin, thumb rubbing underneath your bottom lip with the gentle look of fondness at you. You pant, still staring up at her, and extend your tongue out.
Her eyelids twitch at the corners and she grabs herself with her free hand. She lifts her thumb, pins your tongue against your chin, and stuffs as much of her shaft into your mouth as possible.
You blink rapidly at the tears that form from the sudden lack of oxygen, throat contracting as you gag. She only moans in depravity, fucking your face as best as she while still maintaining eye contact with you.
You squint with an jaw aching, but you withstand against the way your stomach jumps while you gag harder on her cock.
The switch in Agatha's brain flips and she pulls out of your throat as quickly as she pushed in.
Your eyes are red, your saliva spilling over her hand and down her forearm while you gasp for air. She pouts down at you in saccharine sweet sympathy.
"You," she spits with a venom, lifting her cock up from your face to let it fall with a wet smack to your tongue, "did this."
She smacks down onto your tongue again and you try to curl around her, wanting to suck her into your mouth again.
Agatha sputters out an incredulous laugh, wanting to respond but unable to do so. Instead, she pumps her hand up her length.
Her blunt, short fingernails dig into your chin, holding your mouth open with your tongue pinned by her thumb.
"This what you want, huh?" Her voice strains in her throat, the vein in her forehead now prominent and throbbing with her rapid pulse, "Want me to make a mess out of your pretty face?"
You nod, barely able to from how she holds your head.
"Pathetic."
She starts fucking her hand now, foregoing the movement of her arm and beginning to thrust into her fist held dangerously close to your mouth.
She grunts with each breath, pulling her lip between her teeth just as she gasps and her hips come to an abrupt stop.
Thick, white ropes of her cum spurt out, covering your face from forehead to jaw in her warmth. Her hand finally moves from your face, but you don't close your mouth until she's done.
You bask in her pleasure, feeling it slowly spill down to your mouth where you try to clean it up with your tongue.
Agatha's head drops and her eyes shut with her shoulders slumping forward in much needed relief.
She opens her eyes after a beat, breathing out a slow whistle of an exhale as she watches you briefly clean your face of what she's done to you.
"Fuckin' hell, babe."
However she felt after putting you through your paces last night, nothing could compare to how she feels now.
You weren't sure if she hit her bodily limit or the pill wore off, but you were relieved seeing her now flaccid dick hanging between her legs.
You smack your lips together, the taste of Agatha everywhere on you. Despite Agatha practically scaring you, you were still wanting more.
"So," you begin, fingers walking themselves up Agatha's leg, "I'm sorry about that. I didn't think it'd work, so that was entirely for research purposes."
Agatha barks with an exhausted cackle, leaning on the counter as if she just completed a triathlon. "I'm throwing them out."
You frown but understand.
She looks at you, her smeared orgasm still covering part of your face. Her heart pounds in her chest, an elation at the visage of you in the state you were in.
"Or," you watch Agatha's eyes, noting how they were still dilated as she stares at you, "I hide them from your greedy little hands and use them for good."
You nod eagerly up at her, "I like that idea."
Her upper lip curls partially, nose scrunching while her fingers flex out to touch your cheek. Something deep inside of her was happy about it too.
"Anyway."
She turns away from you, needing to look anywhere else before she collapses.
You move to stand up but your knees don't lock in the way they should, leaving you sat on the ground. You laugh at yourself.
"You sound like you're-," Agatha stops herself, fingers curling over the edge of the countertop to steady herself, "You sound like you're drunk, hon."
You raise a hand up to your face, wiping away what was left of Agatha's cum, and bring it down to your mouth. She glanced over her shoulder at you as you lick your fingers clean.
"Cock drunk, I'd say."
Agatha's knees buckle and she slouches over the counter with a mumble.
"You'll be the death of me."
