daydreamer

"Do you even know how long it took me to convince her to come out of the house to finally meet all of you guys?"

Agnes snorts through her nose at your confession as her tongue and teeth and lips roll the toothpick from left to right. She had no choice but to sit across from you as your friends all slid into the booth. Agnes had wanted nothing more than to be right beside you tonight with her heavy yet sturdy hand placed possessively on the top of your thigh.

Now, she had to settle for across the table with a wet toothpick between her teeth just to keep herself satiated.

The table had burst into small chatter and laughter at your words until it settled down and waited for Agnes to give her side of the story. You look across the table at your girlfriend and raise your eyebrows at her, egging her on silently.

The detective plucks the toothpick from her mouth just to speak; just to seem as someone with some form of manners. She clears her throat and moves her gaze around the table quickly so none of your friends feel left out in her explanation,

"You know how detective work is...I can never find the right time to slip away and hang out at bars."

Your friends laugh and chatter again, heads nodding at the hardships of work and having an ounce of alone time. Agnes feels satisfied with her answer and lifts the toothpick back up to bite back down once more. The wet and soft wood feels pulpy against her chapped lips. Her gaze finds yours and the two of you share a glance that's neither hostile nor friendly. Just a matter of fact.

Work sucks and I don't really like meeting new people but I love you and these are your friends so here I am now, trying to keep myself friendly as I keep my mouth occupied.

"Shit...sorry..."

Agnes blurts out as the toothpick falls from her mouth as her hands come up to pat the pockets of her jacket pocket. No lighter, no cigarettes. She swears under her breath as she looks up, defeated in every sense of the word. One of your friends a person down from you catches Agnes' frantic movement that's something is missing,

"Do you need a smoke? A light?"

The table drops to a lull; eavesdropping in on Agnes. Your friends had been curious about your girlfriend for a long time and mere phone calls and text messages weren't enough to fill their curiosity about the older woman you had been dating. She had come across as mysterious and your relationship wasn't something flaunted in most places. You felt generous whenever you shared a picture of yourself with Agnes to your friend groups text chain.

And of course, it was never because you were embarrassed of what you had with her. It was far from that. You two were so good you didn't want anyone else to cause any inch of strain between you both. Luck was besides the point; you felt like you had won the lottery when it came to Agnes O'Connor.

Agnes places her hands on top of the table and shakes her head, shrugs her shoulders as if she was bringing upon a huge inconvenience onto your friend. She picks up the toothpick that fell and puts it into her empty glass; her jaw rolling as she tries to massage out the muscle,

"Nah...trying to quit actually...it fucking sucks."

Your friend laughs as they still reach into their pocket however, taking out a pack of gum instead. They hand over Agnes a stick and watch as she folds back the silver wrapped before popping the white strip past her lips. A quick comment about smoking and how much of a bitch it's been to stop comes up and Agnes just nods along and focuses on the gum between her teeth.

You've been watching this interaction all the while as you take another slow sip of your drink. You're mesmerized by the way Agnes' jaw moves; how the muscles flex not only on her cheek but at her neck as well. Tensing and relaxing, you can tell she's slightly on edge but not overly uncomfortable. She doesn't like meeting new people, never mind a whole group of them.

"So, any gory cases you're working on, detective?"

Another one of your friends chimes up as she takes a bite of her fries you had all gotten to share. Her eyes are wide with interest, one hand holding up under her chin as she stares in Agnes' direction. You watch as your girlfriend starts chewing just a little harder on her gum; the cogs working behind her eyes as she tries to separate what she can and cannot say about her job.

"Uh...mostly just, missing cases is what they got me doing. I have a knack for finding people, I guess..."

"Just like you found our girl here!"

The table erupts in cheering and hollering; a whistle is even thrown in for good measure and you watch as the blush creeps up from Agnes' neck to her tensed cheeks. The gum chewing starts up even faster, harder.

You interject to help Agnes out; knowing this had already been a feat for her to come here. You had been asking her for months to come out and meet your friends. You knew how hard it was for her to deal with her own personal things; fears and shame and guilt that crept up on her even when it wasn't deep in the night. The horrors of the day ate away at her just as much.

But, to your surprise, last week when you had asked her to come out with you and all of your friends she had said yes. You didn't know what the change was or why, but you had noticed that she had been a little bit more protective over you within that week. And although Agnes always had good manners around you, she had been acting just a little more chivalrous.

Which was, in its own right, almost crazy because it was one of the reasons you had fallen for her the moment you had interacted with her many months ago.

'Alright, alright! Who wants another round?"

Your friends chimed in with their orders on top of another request for another basket of fries. Shuffling down the booth, your friends let you out so you can make your way over to the bar.

You felt it before you even saw it that Agnes had signaled her release as well as she made your friends slide down the forever-sticky vinyl so she could follow right behind you. She sidled up just as quickly as you both leaned against the bar top; Agnes' left hand pressed flat against the small of your back as she stood behind you so closely you could feel her breath on the back of your neck,

"I don't think your friends like me."

You laugh as the waiter comes up and you rattle off the table's order plus the extra basket of fries. He turns away and the second he does, you turn your head ever so slightly so Agnes can hear you,

"Why do you think that, Babe?"

You see from the corner of your eye as she shrugs but the hand on your lower back doesn't read off as fear. She's very, very not afraid or intimated by this.

You bet, in this moment, your table of friends are watching you both and eyeing the way Agnes' hand seems to dip lower with each second.

"I'm not really giving them any clear answers to their questions...they're gonna think I'm just some mysterious dyke that keeps you at home all the time."

You laugh again but this time fall back against her chest; feel her breathing and the softness of her breasts against your spine. You know she has that wad of gum pressed into the top of her back molars.

"Maybe you just gotta keep showing them what you mean instead of telling them who you are..."

And with that, you purposefully press just a little harder into her and confirm, despite having a sinking suspicion, that your girlfriend had indeed packed tonight. Both her armor and her libido were up.

The detective didn't respond except for a deep grunt and a playful squeeze of your ass before her hand came up to help you carry the drinks and fries back to the table. Agnes could feel everyone's eyes on her; more than they were on you. She had been the one to initiate contact in a public space; wandering hands and body language that easily bordered on sexual.

Your group of friends slide down to allow you both to take your new seats on the edges of the booth, still across from one another. The drinks are all passed around and the basket of steaming french fries is placed in the middle of the cluttered table. You settle in with your drink which is purposefully topped off with a maraschino cherry, stem and all.

Agnes grabs a napkin with one hand to spit out her gum while her other grabs at her fresh bottle of beer. The napkin is wadded up and left alone so she can bring her bottle up to her lips and tip it back.

You watch Agnes with all the intensity in the world; the way the tip of her tongue pokes out into the opening of the bottle before it pulls back to allow her lips to do most of the work.

You catch her eye just over the glass as it slowly comes back down and the ale inside sloshes around; foam and bubbles appearing and disappearing by the jerky movements.

"Agnes has a hidden talent she just loves showing off in bars..."

Your words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them and the rest of the table goes quiet, save for the sipping on drinks. You watch as Agnes white-knuckles her beer and shoots you an amused look before laughing against the rim, her lips finding the glass once more as she takes another pull of her drink.

The table waits for some sort of explanation from either of you.

So you take the plunge as you dip your pointer and thumb into your glass to retrieve the cherry.

You hold it out before you like a prize; something honored in dive bars that only a select few have the honor of obtaining.

"She can tie a knot with the stem just by using her tongue."

The beer sloshes from Agnes' bottle into her mouth just a little too quickly and she's left with trying to hold in a cough.

The table waits with anticipation as Agnes, slowly puts down her drink and gently pushes it out of her own way on the table to rest her forearms down instead.

The two of you are at a standoff; all eyes and quirks of the lip that tug to the right or left. No words are spoken but you can tell Agnes keeps squirming in her seat. You wonder what those mental gymnastics look like inside of her head.

Agnes wonders what it would look like if her tongue was able to tie knots elsewhere; fuck a damn garnish on an overpriced drink.

"I think I'm gonna need a smoke before I attempt that one...care to join me?"

The table lets go of their held breaths for sighs of disappointment. It was too good to be true to find out that this mysterious woman was not also a detective, but a bar magician in her own right.

Agnes slinks from the seat until she's up on her feet again, hands shoved into the pocket of her jacket. She hadn't taken it off, you now notice, a flighty little thing. You stand up to join her with the cherry still in between your fingers; not bothering to look back at the table of your friends as Agnes waits for you to fall in step beside her before she puts her left hand onto the small of your back once more to lead you out of the packed bar.

Agnes does more than guide you out through the door; pushing you as if she was literally dragging you out into the cold night. Winter was slow to leave but the promise of Spring was bound to break any day now, or, so everyone kept saying.

She walks you both to her truck; parked a little off-ways from the main parking spots in front of the bar. Easier to get in and much easier to leave. The detective basically pushes you towards the car door before reaching for you to take the goddamn cherry from your fingers.

"You want me to tie knots?"

"No, I want you to put that mouth of yours to good use."

The slow realization that comes over her face is almost as good as what's about to come. Those blue eyes going dark as the gears start to turn once more behind them. You watch with your mouth slightly ajar; eyes on the cherry between her fingers now.

Agnes pops it into her mouth without a word and starts to chew. Her eyes are a little bit wider as if showing you, telling you to watch her. She's meeting your challenge with ease. Determination held on her face as her hands came up to rest on her hips; left foot jutted out to keep her stance strong.

You want to fucking jump her and your fingers itch with restraint.

Agnes' left hand comes up to her mouth with her finger and thumb at the ready as they press against her lips. She puckers them until she pushes out the stem past her teeth, her lips. She keeps the stem pinched between her fingers as if she's afraid to drop her proof.

She holds it out for you to see.

A perfect double knot.

"Now, do you mind if I open the door for you, lay my jacket down and fuck you before we go back in there?"

You feel butterflies in your stomach and a heat creep both up your face and down between your legs at her words. You nod as if you're already drunk; head heavy as you slide out of the way so Agnes can open the back door for you. She steps in front of you so she can peel off her jacket, her blue flannel illuminated by the lights in the parking lot. You stare at her without another word and watch as she ducks in to spread out her jacket on the back seat.

She comes back out from the car and stands beside you, a cigarette hanging off of her lips and lighter in her left hand that she must have grabbed from the back seat. She lights up and inhales and you watch with anxiousness as she takes her time.

You want nothing more than to be climbing all over her.

"You can get in if it's too cold out here...warm up before I do,"

She blows out a puff of smoke before flicking her ashes onto the asphalt below. Her eyes are trained on you as she watches you intently; almost as if she's trying to pinpoint the right place to strike.

You shake your head and lean against the car; arms crossed over your chest,

"No I...I like watching you...your mouth, your neck..."

Agnes smirks as she takes another drag until she gets down to nothing more than a butt. She drops it straight down and stomps it out with her heavy construction boots.

The action signifies your invitation into the backseat of the car with Agnes hot on your heels. You hear the door slam behind you both.

"Thanks, Handsome..."

The name drops as you do, forearms to hold up your chest and head as you watch Agnes climb onto the seat and settle on her knees between your legs. Her eyes are hooded and dark and all you can focus on is the way she smells like cold air and cigarette smoke and that lingering pine scent you've always known her to have.

It makes your stomach flop with excitement.

Agnes bows down between you and you see the tick in her jaw before her face is out of sight for a moment or two. You feel a tug on your jeans; the belt loop being pulled downwards and when you dip your head to look, you see the glint of white in the dark.

Agnes is trying to get your pants off with nothing more than just her teeth.

The moan that leaves your lips is unholy; made to be used as audio in a porno. You can't help yourself when it comes to Agnes, never had been. Everything that was once reserved in you was very quickly expunged; wrung dry by her passion and devotion. Determination seemed to win every time as Agnes, with very little help from her hands, got your pants down just enough for her mouth to leave the denim in exchange for the elastic waistband of your underwear.

You felt her teeth graze your stomach which only pulled out another moan from your lips and a quick reflex of your hands shooting down to grab her hair; wrapping around her ponytail.

Agnes' chin presses against you as does her nose, dragging down your underwear until it sits in the well of your bunched up jeans at the middle of your thighs. You hear her breathe in deeply and suddenly you're very aware of the cold that seeps into her truck despite her warm jacket beneath you.

"Are you cold, Sweetheart? You'll be warmed up in no time..."

Her head dips low before you even get the chance to speak; her mouth already opened wide to take you in. She breathes heavily out through her nose as her tongue starts from the bottom up, licking through your already damp folds until she hits your clit. You jerk against the seat and tug on her hair a little tighter; legs wrapping instinctively around her. You hear Agnes laugh between your legs.

The detective laps you up slow and steady and all you can think of is the way the tip of her tongue slipped into the opening of her beer. It reminded you of a snake and with the way Agnes was coiled in between your legs, it wasn't that far off.

Your desperate pleas don't seem to reach her as she keeps up her pace with a gradual increase until her tongue slips into you; lapping at what she can from the restrictions she's simply been given due to being physically hindered. Your breathing is raged as you try to hold on to her; legs squeezed tighter around her at the sides of her head.

Agnes quickly gets you to a place where you can no longer hold on.

Back arching up from her jacket, from the seat underneath you, your body holds tense before muscles start to spasm involuntarily. Your body fully releases and you can feel Agnes' tongue and lips working overtime as she tries to lick and suck up every last drop from you.

You want so desperately to see the shine that coats her mouth and chin; the bottom of her nose.

And you do, as she rises up from between your legs and gives you a look that would only have chased her after hammering back more beers than she had in the bar. Love drunk and satiated.

For now.

You can't deny the look you see on her face however as that tick in her cheek comes back and the muscles in her neck tense once more.

"Stay right there, just like that, pretty boy..."

You just barely manage those words out as you push yourself up to a seated position. Agnes hangs back and watches you with curiosity and without care to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. You relish in the way she looks just for a moment, not wanting to make your girlfriend wait any second longer.

You're both on your knees, facing one another. A second or two passes as you both catch your breaths before your hands come forward to pop the button of Agnes' jeans; fingers taking the zipper to pull it down.

Her face crumbles and you know she's been waiting for this.

Your hand slips in past the waistband of her boxers to feel the silicone that sits between her legs before taking it out. You smile and she sees it, groaning in response as her hand ever so slightly comes forward to hold the back of your head. Guiding you just like she did out of the bar and into the backseat.

Guiding you towards her pleasure she still can't find the words to ask for.

Your mouth finds her just like hers did to you; taking Agnes in past your lips and into your throat. You look up at her the best you can with determination blazing in your eyes and the detective can only look down at you with that delicious expression of lust scattered over her face. The deep wrinkle between her eyebrows is heavyset as she focuses on the sensation you so lovingly give her.

You find it easy, just as Agnes does, to find this moment between you just as real as it was when Agnes was down between your legs. You know she can feel everything you do; every suck and every lick. You know Agnes doesn't see this toy as just that but a true extension of herself. You go as deep to feel your nose brush against the harness and the wild curls that escape from behind.

Agnes' hips drop and her hands let up from behind your head as she lets out a long and steady exhale; not unlike the cigarette smoke that had pushed out from her lungs and into the cold air.

Your breathing falls to normal as you pull away from Agnes; the extension of her leaving your lips with a strong line of spit to still keep you connected before it breaks and falls down onto her jacket. You take a second or two to roll your jaw and flex your tongue but that moment of recovery is broken by the chase of Agnes' lips pressed to yours with a hunger you had thought she would only have previous to all of this.

You wonder, as Agnes' tongue battles with yours, where the cherry stem went.

You wonder, as Agnes moans deep and low into your mouth as her hands reach and slide up under your shirt, if there would be proof enough on your body to show your friends that yes, Detective Agnes O'Connor does know how to tie a cherry stem with only her tongue.

God forbid they give you more than two seconds after graduating college to figure out the rest of your life. All you know is that you want to have a free summer so you can do whatever you want, whenever you want, with no responsibilities or school or work to worry about. You’re owed at least that. 

You plaster a smile onto your face. “I’m going to probably take a small break, maybe a gap year, and then apply for my Masters.” 

A lie, or maybe not. You don't know yet.

It’s a distant relative you’re talking to, a cousin a few times removed that you haven’t seen in a few years, but for your grad party, your parents pulled out all the stops and invited as many people as they could. It’s a party at their house and guests have been trickling in and out for the past two hours. 

Only one more hour of The Question to go. 

“Don’t take too long in between,” your cousin advises solemnly. “Super hard to get that motivation back.” 

You nod. “That’s what everyone says.” 

There’s people hovering in your periphery, just waiting to talk to you. You told your parents you didn’t want a big thing but of course, this was more about showing their daughter off to everyone rather than actually giving you the small get-together you actually asked for. 

All you want is a break. 

Or someone interesting for you to talk to. 

As if on cue, the front door opens and in walks Agnes O’Connor, one of your mom’s best friends. She’s a detective and you’ve had the hots for her ever since she pulled you over your sophomore year of college for not coming to a complete stop at a stop sign. She had ultimately turned you down after you had flirted for a bit—you could tell she was thinking about it, at least—but she didn’t give you a ticket. A good sign.

That's actually how she met your mom, after you had exaggerated just a little when you told your parents about getting pulled over and your mom had flown into the station in a rage, hellbent on finding the woman who had “accosted” her darling daughter. 

Agnes had explained what really happened—although she left out the flirting; another good sign—and for some reason, that’s what made them click. 

You watch her look around the crowd of people and you lock eyes. She raises a brow and you wink. 

Just because she turned you down the first time, and the second time, and all the other times you’ve tried, doesn’t mean you stop. She’s fun to tease, even if you know it’s probably not going anywhere ever. Plus you see the heat in her eyes, the way she checks you out when she thinks you're not looking. She wants you just as bad, she just has a harder time admitting it to herself.

Agnes walks over into the kitchen where platters of subs, chicken nuggets, and fruit are laid out and she picks up a plate. Her long, dark hair is tied back and she’s wearing a royal-blue checkered shirt with navy pants and black boots. Your vision is glued to the subtle swaying of her ass in those pants that fit her just right and someone says something to you that you completely miss. 

She grabs a sandwich and spoons some watermelon onto her plate and then takes a beer. You feel hope rising in your chest that she’ll come over and save you, but much to your chagrin, she walks over and finds your mom. They strike up a conversation and you’re left having to answer The Question again. 

This time, you tell them that you’re going to try to find a job and the couple says, “Good luck.” You know what that means—you’re not finding a good job right out of college and you better get your ass back in school. 

All of your friends are outside, actually having a good time. You long to join them, but your mom will kill you if you disappear into the backyard, or anywhere. You’ve thought about making a break to your room a few times, but she always stares you down like she knows exactly what you’re thinking and she’s just daring you to try. 

But then Agnes touches your mom’s arm, whispers something in her ear, and walks right past you into the sitting room at the front of the house. It has doors and she’ll be the only one in there. 

“Will you excuse me?” you say to the person you’re talking to now—a neighbor of your parents, maybe a friend of your dad’s—and avoid your mom’s eye contact as you follow Agnes into the room. 

Just as you suspected, it’s only Agnes, and she’s sitting on the gray couch against the wall, right in the middle. Her legs are spread just a bit, the plate of half-eaten food on the end table next to her, and her beer in hand. 

“Thanks for coming, Agnes,” you say as you close the door behind you. She smirks and rakes her eyes over the crop top and definitely too-short jean shorts you’re wearing. “Were you expecting someone in here?” 

She gives you a crooked, wry smile. “Just wanted a little break from the festivities.” It’s not a definitive “yes, I wanted you to follow me,” but you can read between the lines. 

You grin and cross the room in a few long strides and slide right onto her lap sideways, so your thighs are perpendicular on top of hers. You steal the beer bottle and take a swig. 

“Congrats, kid,” she says in a gruff voice and she shifts beneath you. Her lashes are long and you’re so close you think you could count them. Her blue eyes are deep and full of something. You can see her pupils expanding. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I’m doing after graduation?” you simper and hand the bottle back to her. 

She huffs and takes it and ignores your fingers blatantly brushing against hers. “Figured you’ve been drowning in that question.” 

You shrug with a coy smile playing on your lips. “I’d happily answer anything you ask.” 

Agnes shifts again and you bite your lip. There’s a hardness—or at least a semi-hardness—in her pants that’s now pressing into your thigh. 

Her cock. 

The outline has been visible before and it makes your head foggy and your cunt wet. You’re not sure when the last time you came not thinking about it was. 

You push your leg further into her cock and she grimaces, but she doesn’t pull away. You can hear people outside talking and you can’t remember if you locked the door. You’re friendly with Agnes in front of others—albeit, not sit-on-her-lap friendly—so it wouldn’t be super damning if someone were to walk in right now, but you don’t want to be interrupted. 

“Did you get me a gift?” you ask teasingly, but there’s no mistaking the heat in your voice. 

Agnes takes a deep breath and she takes a sip of beer before resting the bottle on your thigh. It’s cold and your chest flares. “There’s a card on the gift table. Wrote in it that you shouldn't roll through stop signs.” 

“If it gets you to pull me over again, Agnes, I’d do anything,” you say sweetly and she rolls her eyes fondly. As much as she puts up a front, you know she secretly likes you like this. “But I know something else you can give me.” You wink, just so she knows exactly what you mean, and she scoffs. 

“I’m best friends with your mom and you’re like twenty-five years younger than me,” Agnes points out, as if you can’t feel her erection right now. 

“So?” you breathe, pushing your leg harder against her cock and she presses the bottle harder into your leg with a glare. “Don’t act like that doesn’t turn you on. I can feel you.”  

Agnes grits her teeth. The lines on her face are hardened and you want to drag your tongue over them. “You need to go back out to your party, kid. Your parents will be mad.” But her resolve is weakening, you can tell. 

“Please, Agnes?” you say, giving her puppy-dog eyes. She refuses to look at you so you get out of her lap and sink to your knees on the white carpet in front of her. 

Now she does look at you and there’s no denying the heat in her pupils. You put your hands on her knees and drag them up her thighs until your right hand is right below her bulge. 

“Let me give you what you need,” you plead, taking a chance and laying your fingers over her length. She jolts and bites her lip. 

It’s her, in the end, that unbuckles her belt and unzips her pants for you. She doesn’t take them off, just opens them enough for you to eagerly reach into her boxers and wrap your fingers around her. 

She groans quietly when you pull her out and you’re surprised she made it this long without fucking you if this is the reaction you have on her. Her cock is standing tall in the air, rigid and leaking, and blue veins stretch from the base to right under the head. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper and it’s echoed by her when you start slowly moving your hand up and down her length. You collect the liquid beading at the top to reduce the friction and it works because Agnes’s head drops back onto the couch and her eyes flutter shut from just your hand. 

“I shouldn’t fucking want you this bad,” she spits out, almost as if she’s angry at herself for it, and you chuckle sweetly before rubbing your thumb over her tip. Her hips jerk up. “Your mom would kill me.” 

It should be a turnoff, her mentioning your mother, but something about the forbidden nature of this—and Agnes bringing it up as you're stroking her cock—makes your cunt ache even more. 

“What would she say if she knew you fucked her daughter?” you ask and twist your wrist so she can’t answer the question. She clamps a hand over her mouth because if she makes a loud sound, your mom will know. 

“I don’t fucking care right now,” Agnes growls and a thrill runs through you. She’s leaking copious amounts of precum right now and it’s getting all over your hand and the only thing you want to do is taste her. 

She watches your mouth get closer to her cock and her breathing becomes short and shallow like she can’t actually believe what you’re about to do. 

Your tongue darts out to flick the head and Agnes gasps. You smile up at her and then enclose your lips around her before sucking gently. She moans and it’s muffled by her hand as she struggles to keep eye contact. 

Her hand buries into your hair when you start to move further down her cock, always bobbing back up to give yourself a break and some time, and her fingers tighten but never push. She’s being gentle, even though you can feel the restraint in her thighs. 

One of your hands strokes the bottom half of her cock while you mouth at the top part, dragging your tongue filthily over the tip and tasting the salty precum. You moan softly around her and she screws her eyes shut at the vibrations. 

Agnes is having a really hard time staying quiet and you’re loving every second of it. You almost want her to make noise just so you can know how much you’re affecting her, but her cock is twitching and pulsing and throbbing on your tongue, so you have a good idea. 

There’s an ocean between your legs and you’re a bit worried you’ve soaked through your underwear and shorts. Your entire body is humming with energy and you’ve never felt so alive, even when you take Agnes’s cock all the way down and you feel it hitting the back of your throat. You gag and spit flies out of your mouth and gets on your chin and the bottom of her flannel, but she just whimpers lowly and tugs at your hair as encouragement. 

Her hips thrust up, pushing her cock over and over into your mouth, and more precum is dripping onto your tongue, which you rub on the underside of her length. Her legs spasm and she sharply inhales. 

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” she pants and you chuckle as much as you can with her cock in your mouth, which only makes her whine more. You lose yourself in sucking on her, closing your eyes and getting more enthusiastic with your movements, and you think she’s about to come very soon. 

You open your eyes and look up at her through your hooded lashes and she groans at how you look with her dick in your mouth. The only sounds in the room are her quiet but heavy breathing and your slurping sounds and you wish you were able to hear her falling apart for you properly. 

Maybe next time. 

Your throat is raw but your clit is aching and if you don’t get some relief soon, you’re not sure what will happen. And you have to go back out to your party after this. 

That’s enough for you to pull back with a pop and it takes a moment for the strands connecting your swollen lips to her wet and messy cock to break. You stand up while she watches you, too dazed out with pleasure to ask what you’re doing, and shimmy off your shorts. 

Agnes’s cock lurches forward and spills precum on her shirt when she sees the purple underwear you have on underneath. Can she see how wet they are from there? You can certainly feel it. 

“Do you have—”

She knows what you’re asking for before you finish and she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a gold, square packet. 

You smirk. “Do you always come over to my house with a condom or were you just feeling lucky today?” 

Agnes doesn’t answer; she just tears the wrapper open with her teeth and rolls it onto her cock. You ache for her, you long to feel her inside you, so the moment the condom is on, you’re straddling her lap again, only this time, facing her. 

Her tongue pokes between her teeth as she reaches down between you to pull your panties to the side and then position her cock at your entrance. Even the slight pressure brings you pleasure and you can only imagine what she’ll feel like inside you. 

You move down slowly, pausing after the tip slides inside to adjust to the girth—she’s big, bigger than you realized even when you were sucking her off. Her head drops back again and your forehead falls onto her shoulder, your mouth open-breathing against her flannel as you take her in. Your walls stretch to accommodate and it burns in the best way and you whimper when you feel her finally all inside you. There’s a feeling you’ve never felt before in your stomach, almost like you have to pee, because of how deep her cock is. 

“Fuck, Agnes,” you whine into her shirt and her hands grip onto your hips to hold you still. You can feel her pulsing and she’s holding her breath like she’s afraid to let too much out. 

When you pull back, you see her bottom lip is sucked in between her teeth and the vein in her forehead is throbbing. There’s a pink tint to her cheeks. She’s never looked so hot to you right now. 

“You feel so fucking good,” she groans, voice rough as gravel, and it sends tingles down your spine; you unconsciously clench around her. “Your cunt is so tight. So fucking wet.” 

You nod, not able to put how good she’s filling you into words, and you need to start moving. 

Her fingers dig into your hips when you lift yourself back up, putting your hands around her shoulders to stabilize yourself, and you feel her cock drag against every groove inside your pussy. It’s delicious and mind-blowing and this is the best thing you ever could’ve gotten. 

What are your plans for after graduation? 

Agnes. 

Both of your mouths drop open when you start to slide back down her cock and your warm, wet walls are once again wrapped around her. 

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” Agnes says sternly, but thrusts her hips up so she hits even deeper inside you and that’s the message you choose to listen to.

She gasps when you grind on her and then swirl your hips around and it feels like her cock is swelling inside you. 

Her nails scrape against your skin and you stop going slow because both of you need this so insanely much right now. You start riding her, fast and hard and determined, and she bucks up to meet you each time. 

It’s getting harder to stay silent and you reach down to tug at her left hand and pull it up and around your throat. Her eyes flash, her breath catches, and her rhythm stutters and you’re worried for a second that you’ve gone too far, but her fingers tighten around you, not too much, but just enough to make your thoughts blur. 

The light pressure makes your gasps more breathy, but they’re definitely quieter and Agnes’s lip starts to bleed from how hard she’s biting it while watching you move up and down. You arch your back on the way up and her hand still on your hip claws at you. 

Your walls are clenching furiously, spasming and convulsing around her, and you can feel her pulsing inside of you, too. 

“Agnes, fuck,” you moan and her fingers on your throat tighten, making your vision swim for a second. It only makes you wetter and you can feel the slickness on your inner thighs from the mess leaking out of you. Her pants are going to be soaked. 

She nods frantically, cheeks a bright red now, and you never break eye contact. It’s strangely intimate, but you know how long both of you have been waiting for this. 

If only she had let you blow her for rolling through the stop sign the first time you met her. It could’ve been two years of her cock inside you. 

But in some ways, the wait just makes it better. 

The pressure in your stomach is building and it’s getting harder to keep moving up and down on her and she’s feeling it too, based on how sloppy her thrusts have become. Your breaths intermingle and your forehead is resting against hers, sweat mixing, and you’re so fucking close. 

“Agnes, I’m going to—fuck—I’m gonna come,” you pant out and she laughs breathlessly and the hand on your hip moves down and effortlessly finds your clit. You clench around her with a steel grip and you crash your lips against hers without even thinking so you don’t moan loudly. She groans into your mouth and then her tongue is sliding against your tongue and you momentarily forget that you’re supposed to be riding her. 

Her hand tightens around your throat and you keen into her mouth, clenching, and she keeps rubbing your clit and you’re so close, you’re so fucking close—

“Come for me,” she growls and nips at your bottom lip, drives her hips up, squeezes your throat, and presses hard on your clit. 

That’s all it takes and she swallows all of your moans even though a few escape as you fall apart for her, but you can’t find it in yourself to care that someone outside this room at the party—your party—could come barging in and see you coming all over your mom’s best friend’s cock. Your mind goes blank and your vision goes white and for a moment, the only thing that exists is Agnes. 

She hasn’t come yet and she takes her hand away from your throat, letting air finally rush in unrestricted, and paws at your hips with a desperate look in her eyes. 

“Your mouth,” she whispers like she’s hurt and you quickly get off her, the emptiness gaping in your cunt now, and sink to your knees. 

Agnes rips off the condom and her cock is weeping precum and it looks angry and painful with how red it is. 

She grabs your hair preemptively before you envelope her tip with your mouth and hollow out your cheeks. She lets out a strangled groan, both of you apparently past the point of caring if you get caught, and she throbs on your tongue. 

Agnes pumps her cock in hard and fast and you gag but relax your throat so she can use you however she wants. Her face contorts with pleasure; she’s close, you can see and feel it. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna come in your mouth,” she gasps and you nod eagerly, sucking and licking and swallowing around her thick length that’s making your jaw ache. You feel tears gather in your eyes and you’re not sure how you’re going to hide your ruined state from the partygoers. “And you’re going to be a good girl and swallow all of it, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” you garble around her cock. 

Her hips jerk and the vein in her forehead throbs furiously and then she thrusts up one last time, stiffens, and lets out a slow groan, idly moving her hips while she pumps a load of cum into your mouth. It’s salty and hot and you make a muffled sound as more strands keep shooting out. 

You swallow all of it the best you can and Agnes nods approvingly. You can feel some of it leaking out of the corners of your mouth and you hope that none of it is dripping onto your shirt. 

“Fuck, you’re good,” Agnes says despite herself and you hold her cock in your mouth as she softens and then she slides out, fully limp. The praise settles warmly in your cunt.

She leans forward to wipe off the excess cum and holds out her finger to you. You suck her off it and she bites her lip at the feeling. Her spent cock gives a little twitch and you wonder if you’ll get her back in here before the party is over. 

You’re willing to bet that you will. 

Agnes stands up and you scooch back on your knees to give her some space. She tucks her cock back into her boxers and zips her pants before fixing the buckle. Her booted foot slides your jean shorts back over to you and she holds out a hand. 

You reluctantly take it and she pulls you up. You fix your underwear and then put your shorts back on while evaluating Agnes’s pants. There’s a few wet spots, but someone would have to look closely to see them with how dark the fabric is. 

Agnes looks at you and barks out a laugh. “You look well-fucked.” 

And of course, you smirk. 

When you both rejoin the party, no one notices that you came out of the sitting room together, looking significantly more disheveled than before. Thankfully, there was an incident with the dessert that your mom had to take care of, so she didn’t have the chance to send out a search group for you. 

Agnes crumples her plate up and slips the condom in between the folds and throws it away, all physical evidence of your tryst gone. 

You’re pulled into a group of relatives, who are all so excited for you and can’t wait to hear about what you’re going to do next. 

You feel someone’s eyes on you and you look across the room to find Agnes staring at you. You give her a wicked smirk and she raises her bottle of beer. 

A silent toast. 

It’s going to be a fun summer. 

“oh, and agnes?” the chief of westview’s police department spoke, propped up against the detective’s office doorframe.

“uh-huh?” she replied, not fully paying attention as she flicked through her case file for what seemed to be the eight hundredth time today.

“since the murders have been happening in both westview and eastview they wanted to bring someone from eastview over to assist with your investigation.” he explained, almost carefully.

“yeah, fine, whatever.” agnes answered, expecting him to leave, but the chief made no effort to move.

“something wrong, chief?” she asked, confusion and irritation lacing her tone, she really wanted to get back to her work.

“not exactly, i’m just not too sure you’re going to be too happy with who’s been sent over.”

“and why would that be?” anges pressed, shifting in her seat.

“well, it’s just, she’s-“ the chief began, struggling to find the words.

“right here.” you smirked, clicking your tongue as you finished his sentence for him.

the chief left the room instantly, and you kicked the door closed behind you, making your way over to the woman in front of you.

the look on agnes’ face was priceless. her jaw seemed to drop just about as much as her stomach did as she stared at her ex wife for the first time in a year, and she fought with herself to show some form of composure. you wouldn’t be surprised if she got up and started looking for cameras, wondering if vidal was up to her antics again, trying to play some sick joke on her.

“agnes, been a while.” you spoke, maintaining eye contact as you sat yourself onto her desk. as you got comfortable it became painfully obvious that the skirt you had chosen was absolutely the wrong one to wear today. you could’ve sworn it was longer when it was in the wardrobe this morning. agnes’ breath hitched, as she shifted in her seat, leaning back slightly. you bit your lip as you watched her eyes trail down you, and then all of a sudden she seemed to realise what she was doing, and her eyes were on yours once again.

“y/l/n” she answered, dropping eye contact as she attempted pick up her file again, freezing as she accidentally grazed your thigh when she picked it up.

“what has gotten you all worked up, detective?” you teased, smirking as you took the file from her hands, before giving it a read yourself.

“all the fresh blood,” she started, looking back up at you once again, “all the pretty young things like you who think they can control the whole investigation because they did good on one case that, as it just so happens, was a fluke. that’s what’s got me all worked up, detective.” she spoke, as she leaned in closer to you.

“mm, agnes, don’t you worry about me trying to control anything, we both know that’s your area of expertise.” you answered, your noses almost touching.

agnes took a deep breath as she pulled away from you, taking the file into her hands once again. “we’re going out.” she exclaimed abruptly, grabbing her coat and waiting expectantly at the door for you as you hurried to keep up with her. you couldn’t help but smile, as it reminded you of this time last year, where “we’re going out” meant that the two of you would sneak out of work for food or just an hour of time together. you missed that. you missed her.

working with agnes so far had been hell, and you weren’t shy about letting her know. it was either constant bickering or total silence at all times, and she always had to know more than you, because obviously you were stupid and she wasn’t.

you had been working together for a week now. “agnes, can we stop at the gas station on the way back?” you asked, trying to be as civil as possible with her.

“and why would we be doing that?” she replied, fingers tapping on the wheel. you couldn’t help but admire them as she glared at you, expecting an answer. it took you a total of eight seconds to realise you were staring.

“i gotta get my dinner,” you began, “the motel has terrible cooking appliances so i just get what i can from the gas station instead.”

agnes suddenly felt a pang of sympathy go through her. “you’ve been eating gas station food all week in that dusty motel?”

“i mean yeah, its the police department, not the fbi, we don’t have the funds for luxury.” you giggled.

“come over tonight.” agnes blurted out, eyes never leaving you.

“i- what?” you stuttered, her words shocking you.

“i’ll make dinner, i mean.” she rambled, realising the implications of her words, “no one should be eating anything out of that gas station, its disgusting.” she joked.

“okay then.” you answered, smiling a real smile for the first time since you left eastview.

if there was one thing you never forgot about agnes, it was how rancid her cooking tasted when you first started coming over. but that was over five years ago, and you had helped her improve over time. now whatever she made was cooked to perfection and tasted incredible. you couldn’t help but smile as she unlocked her door, urging you inside. it reminded you of when you were hers, you missed it. if only she knew how you still longed for her, how she was the only thing you ever thought about, how whenever you were with other partners you’d imagine it was her, because no one ever made you feel the way she did.

“make yourself at home.” she spoke, you could tell she was nervous. you smiled sadly at her words, sitting on the couch you used to sit on every night, whilst she pattered about the kitchen organising ingredients and acting like you’d never lived there. like she hadn’t had you on the kitchen counter every night, like she didn’t kiss you for the first time at her front door, like you hadn’t slept in that bed with her every night and woke up with her every morning, like she hadn’t proposed to you on the very sofa you were sat on right now.

all the reminiscing seemed to have taken more time than you thought it would, because agnes was now putting two plates on the table, along with a case of beer. “dinner’s up.” she smiled as you sat down.

you watched her eyes widen as you popped open one of the beers and began to drink it. she knew you hated the stuff, but you knew damn well you were going to need it tonight. “thirsty?” she smirked as you practically guzzled the stuff. “mm” was all you could reply with.

you slowly brought the spaghetti that she had made up to your mouth before tasting it. you made a sound of pleasure as you had been hungry for the last two hours, and that did not go unnoticed by agnes, her eyes widened and she shifted around in her seat, before taking a swig of her own beer.

“good?” she asked you, fidgeting with her hands.

“incredible.” you answered, smiling at her.

“learned from the best.” she grinned.

after you had finished up, you both sat on the couch, the tv on for background noise, the pair of you swigging beers. there was now only one left in the case, and both of you were getting tipsy. you don’t remember when it happened, but you were both incredibly close to each other. deciding to test the waters, you rested your head on her shoulder. you felt agnes let out a sigh as she draped her arm around you. you leaned into her, looking up at her face as she looked down at yours. there was a long pause as you both began to realise what was happening.

“agnes.” you whispered.

“yeah?” she answered softly.

“what happened to us?” you asked, the tone of your voice clearly doing something for agnes, whose pupils were now fully dilated.

“i don’t know, honey, i don’t know.” she answered, stroking your hair.

you don’t know how it started happening, but the two of you both began to lean in. your lips brushed together slightly before you hesitated, but agnes didn’t have the ssme self control as you, as she grabbed your face with her hands and pressed her lips against yours, sighing in what seemed to be relief. she started out soft with you, but soon enough she was kissing you hard and rough. her hands slid down to your waist amd before you knew what was happening she had pulled you into her lap. she gripped your waist hard with one hand and dragged the other up your body soft and slow.

she bit your bottom lip harshly, and your mouth opened slightly, her tongue slipping in as she swallowed the moan that left yours. her lips began to trail sown your neck as she bit under your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine. needing more, you rolled your hips against her.

“agnes, please.” you mumbled against her lips, causing her to let out a loud groan.

“baby, we can’t, you know we can’t.” she whispered, her hands now on your face.

“why not?” you whined.

“because, look at the state of us.” she pressed. she was right, neither of you were in your right minds right now.

“let’s go to bed, hm baby?” she suggested, hands steady on your waist.

“okay, lets go.” you mumbled, as she lifted you from her lap.

not sharing the bed wasn’t even a question, and you were glad. you were glad that she still felt comfortable around you.

“goodnight, y/n.” agnes whispered softly.

“goodnight, agnes.” you replied.

the next morning, you woke up with possibly the worst headache you’d ever had, made worse by your phone alarm blaring in your ear. much to your disappointment, the bed was empty. on the nightstand was a glass of water aspirin, which you took gratefully and got dressed for work. you were glad you always brought extra clothes with you everywhere, or some questions would definitely be raised at work. as you went to get a look at your hair in the mirror, you gasped at the sight of yourself, hurrying to grab your makeup bag in order to cover up the mess agnes had made of your neck. thankfully, you were particularly skilled at that sort of thing, and now no one would be any of the wiser.

when you got downstairs, agnes sat waiting at the kitchen counter.

“took you long enough. we’re gonna be late.” she spoke. you would’ve teased her or made a joke but her tone was telling you she was not happy today, so you just apologised and made your way to the car. she didn’t talk to you for the whole car journey, and didnt even acknowledge you when you got to work.

you were supposed to be interviewing a suspect today, some creep who was particularly into lady cops who fit ypur description, so you weren’t exactly jumping for joy at the thought, but whatever got the job done. you fixed your lipstick and undid a few buttons on your shirt before throwing your hair around, shooting one last glance at agatha, and her colleague, rio vidal, who gave you a reassuring smile, before walking in.

the whole interview, you got to the point with your questions, whilst also acting like a total klutz.

it was going fine, you were flirting with the suspect, landing little touches on his arm and giving him the eyes the whole time. vidal had to hand it to you, you were quite the actress. she smirked to herself as her eyes found agnes, who seemed to be seconds away from running in there and hitting the guy. you had decided to make the mistake on glancing at the glass, your eyes meeting agnes even though you couldn’t see her, and then leaning over the suspect, subtly showing a little chest to get him to talk. that was it, apparently. you heard a loud bang outside, which just so happened you be agnes slamming her hand on the table, before the door jolted open.

“that’s it!” she spat, grabbing onto the collar of your shirt and dragging you out. vidal smirked, raising her eyebrows as you yelled at your ex wife and she just grunted in protest, dragging you into her office, slamming the door behind you.

“agnes, what are you-“ you began, but were quickly interrupted.

“what the hell was that?” she spat, seething as her grip tightened.

“what was what, agnes?” you yelled back at her, confusion painting your features.

“that little stunt you pulled with the suspect.” she replied, looking at you as if you were stupid.

“i’m doing my job agnes.” you answered in shock.

“oh and showing yourself off like some prize is your job now, is it? i’ll tell you, if i checked the protocall for interrogations i doubt i’d find that in there, y/n.” she began, yelling at you by the end of the sentence.

“why do you care so much, agnes?” you yelled back.

“because you’re mine.” she answered, teeth gritted together as she walked you into the door, leaving no space between you as she leaned into you.

“agnes, stop.”

“why? you were begging for it last night.” she mumbled. you knew she was too far gone already, and you had to snap her out of it, but you couldn’t help the noise that escaped your throat at her words.

“agnes.” you spoke, timidly as if not to upset her.

“hm?” she answered, eyes meeting yours as she removed her head from resting on your shoulder.

“stop,” you spoke, voice firm, as you pulled her face into your hands, “we can’t keep doing this.” you whispered, as much as it pained you to do so.

“yes we can.” she answered, leaning into your touch as if she hadn’t had any for years.

“no we can’t.” you told her, as one hand went to her hair, in muscle memory. she put her hands on your waist as she slowly guided you over so she could sit down. you were now standing in between her legs as her hands ran up and down her sides.

“why are you just throwing this away, y/n?” she whined, pulling you onto her lap once again. you couldn’t find it in yourself to protest, she knew you wanted her just as much as she wanted you, she could see right through you.

“i didn’t throw anything away, agnes. you threw everything away when you left me.” you mumbled, shying away from her tough as her hands reached your neck and face. this had seemed to calm her down.

“and it was the worst thing i’ve ever done.” she confessed, avoiding eye contact.

“what?” you whispered, pulling her face so she’d look at you.

“i mean it, y/n. leaving you is my biggest regret. i hate myself for it, and i’m so, so sorry.” she rambled.

“agnes, don’t apologise, work was stressing you out, and we wanted different things, it happens.”

“it shouldn’t have happened to us. i’m so sorry i ignored you, and i’m sorry that the only thing we seemed to do together was fight, and i’m sorry-“

“agnes, stop. it’s in the past now.”

“what i’m trying to say is that i don’t want us to be in the past. i miss you, y/n, every day.” she was looking at you like you were everything she had ever wanted, and you believed her.

“agnes, i-“ you began, but you were quickly cut off.

“last night was the first time i felt truly happy since i left. you know that, right?” she whispered, both hands rubbing your neck.

“agnes…” her name came out strained, as she pressed down slightly.

“please, y/n. one chance.” she begged.

“i promise, baby, i’ll never leave you again, i p-“

you melted at the nickname, and your lips were on hers before she could finish her sentence, leaning back as she repositioned you on her lap, her hands gripping your waist, hard. the kiss was different from the ome from last night, fuelled with more passion and emotion.

“mm, agnes.” you gasped, her swallowing your moan, “i missed you.”

she laughed lightly into the kiss as one hand travelled further down, “i missed you too, baby.”

she was about to get you up onto the table when the door burst open, vidal storming in.

“you happy now, o’connor?” she yelled, not paying attention to anything that was happening.

“you have really got to get your priorities straight, she was doing her job for god’s sake, and- oh my god.” she whispered that last part as she suddenly took in her surroundings, “i am so sorry.” she giggled, leaving the room as quickly as possible. agnes let out a sigh as you giggled into her, arms wrapped around her neck as you placed a peck to her lips.

You had watched with an impressive air a week and a half ago as Agnes dragged the Christmas tree up from her basement and into the living room. You had offered to help but she just waved you off and told you that you could go down and grab the box of ornaments. The tree was for her to haul up on her left shoulder and then complain when she finally managed to roll back her shoulders and roll the muscles in her back with a satisfying crack.

It wasn't your first Christmas together but at times, it really felt like it was. The magic was still there and the warmth; the way she made you feel almost like a kid again. Everything felt new and important and there was nowhere else you wanted to be than with her for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Agnes even made Boxing Day feel special with pampering you into oblivion; keeping you as cozy and looked after as she possibly could.

You helped her set up the tree near the fireplace until you both liked where it stood. The box of ornaments seemed to get deeper and never ending the more you put up. You joke with Agnes that you need to stop buying new things that have become 'yours' and not just 'hers'. She smiles at you and laughs as she reaches for a silver ball to hang up on a branch. Maybe by next year, you'll have two boxes of ornaments to put up.

And now, as you sit on the couch facing the window and watch the snow fall ever so gently outside, you snuggle up a little bit more against the cushions. You can hear the soft footsteps of Agnes as she enters back into the living room to join you. You turn your head away from the window to watch her as she does her best to carry both of your steaming mugs while balancing the blanket draped over her shoulder. You reach your hands out and carefully take the mug of spiced apple cider while she sets down her own mug of hot chocolate.

It was always such an endearing thing for you to know how much of a sweet tooth Agnes had.

"Thank you," you mumble sweetly, sleepily to Agnes as she nods her head and takes the blanket off from her shoulder. You move your mug safely out of the way as she wraps the blanket around your shoulders and closes it tightly around you.

It's warm. Fresh out of the dryer warm.

She notices how your eyes light up and she laughs, grabbing her mug to take the empty seat beside you on the couch.

"It's freezing and you look cold. Five minutes in the dryer does wonders, believe me."

"You're the best, you know that?"

The detective shrugs her shoulders and allows the smug smile to cross her face. She brings her mug up to her lips and blows gently on the dark, brown liquid before daring to take a sip.

You join Agnes as you take a careful sip from your own drink. There was something you couldn't quite put your finger on or give words to the way in which you were impressed by Agnes and her abilities sometimes. She usually downplayed things she was good at and never even mentioned things she was insanely good at. This spiced cider could have been from a top-class bar and you would have never guessed that she had just made this in her kitchen.

You feel Agnes' shoulder press against your own as she gets comfortable on the couch. The snow continues to fall outside and a sense of calm washes over you. You adjust your mug once more in your hand so that you can lean in against Agnes; your head resting on her shoulder. You hear her sigh softly under her breath.

"Every time we spend another Christmas Eve together, I can't help but think how fucking lucky I am..."

You clutch your mug a little tighter in your hands as you nuzzle the side of your face a little harder into her shoulder. It had been a big leap with your relationship; leaving behind a lot of things you were afraid of and even the possibility of losing friends and family. Agnes was older than you and older than any other woman you had dated. You hadn't been sure how your friends and family were going to take it but the longer you stayed together, the longer you realized the only person you cared about was Agnes.

And it was very easy to see that she only really cared about you.

"Me too...I mean, we get to stay in all snuggled up, just us two. The rest of the world doesn't seem to exist. It's nice, it's always really nice with you."

You can basically hear her smile as she nods her head and takes a loud sip of her drink. You laugh and she brings her mug out a little away from her. You join her to do the same.

"Merry Christmas, Baby...thanks for making this another special year,"

Agnes toasts as she clinks her mug against yours. You both pull back to take a celebratory sip.

"Thank you, Agnes for letting me...you know how much you mean to me."

You lift your head from her shoulder to look at the side of her face. It takes her a second or two until she turns her head to look you in the eye. There's a softness there under that hard exterior she feels she needs to keep up at all times. This is usually the time of year you find it melting away to uncover another side of Agnes you're sure only you get to see. It's magical and important in its own intimate way and you're so lucky you get to be part of that.

You wish other people got to know this side of her as well.

"Is it cheesy to tell you that I love you? I mean...the picturesque snow falling outside, the drinks, the blanket...you even got the fireplace on, Agnes...you trying to woo me or something?"

You feel the detective slip away beside you; clear her throat with a cough. The snow seems to be falling faster outside now, on the verge of a blizzard. Maybe you'll both be snowed in tomorrow. That perfect white Christmas where everything is cold and crisp. You can feel Agnes staring at you and you're not sure if you should turn to look back at her.

"There's something for you under the tree. I was going to give it to you tomorrow but it doesn't have to wait for a few more hours."

You look at Agnes then as she slips away from the couch. She places her mug back on the coffee table before walking over to the tree. You watch as she bends low and reaches underneath; ornaments tinkling as they brush against her arm and hand.

You only see the tiny box in her hand when she stands back up and faces you.

"Agnes..."

"Look, I know. It's fucking cheesy, right? It is. I mean, Christmas Eve? I should have just picked a random ass day in October or something but...I don't know...I saw it and thought of you and this is when I feel like, it's just us...you know? No prying eyes, just our little moment together before the world comes back."

You bite your lip and try to blink away the tears. You had never heard Agnes so sincere before, so in tune to her feelings. Your hand reaches out to place your mug on the table beside hers as you sit yourself up a little straighter and give her your full attention,

"If this is you proposing to me..."

You watch as she laughs and flicks her wrist so the tiny box flies up into the air before it comes back down and she catches it in her palm. It's a similar action to what she does with her car keys when she's waiting for you.

It's so goddamn Agnes that it makes your heart ache.

"If you don't feel like this is the right moment, that's ok. I just...I had to get it. The way I feel towards you, how I feel about us...it's serious. Maybe I just wanted you to see it to understand it. It's in the back of my mind, the longer we spend time together."

Agnes comes back to you on the couch as she settles in the empty spot beside you. Her hand goes to rest on your knee, giving it a little squeeze as she holds the box still in her other hand. She's looking right into your eyes and you can see nothing but sincerity in them.

She's taken her walls right down for you tonight.

You reach for the box in her hand but before you can take it away from her, she pulls her hand away from your knee so she can open it up and show you what's inside.

It's a simple band but with a tinge of blue running through it. Something you had never thought to have wanted or even seen yourself wearing. The second you lay eyes on it however, all you can think of is Agnes. It reminds you just how much you want to be hers for a long, long time.

"I know I should be down on one knee to do this but, I don't think we've ever really been conventional so..."

You shake your head but no words can come out as you bring your left hand out towards her. You can't take your eyes off of the ring that sits so beautifully in its box. You can't wait to feel that cool metal slip over your finger and feel the weight of it as it rests there forever.

Forever.

Agnes' sure and steady hands reach into the box and you suddenly want to feel her hands all over you. Holding you, loving you. Guiding you into ways that make you both feel good. She takes your hand into hers as she slips the band onto your ring finger. The weight is solid; just like how you thought it would feel. It feels like Agnes holding you in her strong arms, the way her chin rests on the top of your head at times.

"The answer is yes, Agnes. It's always going to be yes."

Your voice is merely a whisper as you watch her lift your hand up to her mouth to kiss the back of it. Those blue eyes pierce into yours as she stares you down; the weight of your words and her actions are all she needs to know.

You are hers and she is yours.

You've known Agnes from afar for a long time but you've gotten closer to her over the past few weeks now and even though you're about twenty-five years younger than her and new on the police force, you both get along very well

She's a tough nut to crack and known as the sarcastic grump around the station but you always manage to make her laugh

It's hard to tell how she feels because sometimes she's cold but sometimes she pats you on the knee and invites you to her office so you can sit there while she works

You like to tease her and be a little bit of a brat towards her but you think that she likes it

Someone tells her that she "looks good for her age" and she's a bit offended so you crack jokes about it because she's the hottest woman you know and it's easy to hide that if you say it sarcastically (but you also want her to know that she's attractive)

She calls you "kid" sometimes and you know that you shouldn't like it as much as you do and it's supposed to put some distance between the two of you but you think she might like calling you that too

At the end of the quarter, a few officers go out to a bar to celebrate and the only reason you go along is because Agnes is going

You talk to her the whole time, but what's more important is that she wants to talk to you the whole time

Two drinks later, you're a bit tipsy and being overly touchy with her and she says, "Didn't take you for a lightweight, kid." And because you're not thinking clearly, you tell her that you just want her attention

She smirks and says, "You always have it" and your stomach heats up with a mix of the alcohol and the sentiment

You don't remember much after that but you do know that you end up almost sitting in her lap without a care in the world about if anyone else sees you

The humid air sobers you up when it's time to leave and you slowly walk next to Agnes to where your cars are parked (because you parked right next to hers just to make the evening last longer) and you're desperate to keep her here with you

But she just leans against the hood of her police cruiser because maybe, just maybe, she doesn't want to leave yet either

The conversation becomes more flirtatious on both sides and you're so close to her that your knees are brushing against hers and you can still smell the beer on her mouth

She says something funny and flattering and the faint buzzing in your brain overrides all logic and you lean into kiss her softly

"Come on, kid, you don't want someone old like me," she scoffs

You show her just how much you do by wrapping your arms over her shoulders and riding her thigh right there in the parking lot until you come

Her hands dig into your hips to guide you while she grunts in your ear and all you can think about is how thankful you are that you both parked far away from everyone else

"Not bad for someone your age," you quip after her pant leg is drenched with your wetness and she barks out a laugh before spanking your ass and pulling you into the backseat of her car to fuck you properly

She likes to pack while at work and make sure you know about it from the beginning of the day and then tease you by pressing against you and making suggestive comments but she doesn't give you any relief until work is over

It's absolute torture but there's something so rewarding about sinking to your knees under her desk after everyone else leaves to pull the toy out from her pants and look up at her through your eyelashes while you suck on it and she gives you praises through gritted teeth

"Such a good slut" and "you're sucking on my cock so good, hon" and "what a desperate whore for someone twice your age" and "come on, kid, I know you can take more"

You straddle her in her chair and ride her until she picks you up and lays you on her desk and fucks you hard and rough and then both of you come all over her police reports that you distract her from doing

The chief makes comments about how they're always sticky when she turns them in and you just snicker while Agnes glares at you

You make it up to her by getting under her desk during your lunch break and eating her out until she comes all over your face twice and has to actively pull you away while you're going for a third time because she's too sensitive

"Kid, you're going to kill me," she says, trying to sound gruff but her voice is thick

You smirk and lean your wet cheek against the inside of her knee. "Too old for more?"

Agnes frowns and you know you're going to pay for that later, but it's completely worth it

You make sure to tell her how hot she is all the time because you know she gets a little insecure about her age but she can't call you a liar because you'll just drag her hand down between your legs so she can feel for herself just how hot you find her

The coven gathered around Agatha’s living room. The house, after many months, was finally back together and redecorated as she enjoyed. No more of Agnes in the bits and pieces, but rather a collection of small details that exuded everything that Agatha Harkness was; a witch surviving history itself, exuberant, full of dark colors and natural particularities that danced upon shelves with pots of herbs and dried flowers, firelights with a warm yellow glow making the walls breathe as if life was given to them.

Lilia was sat at the armchair side while Billy, Jen and Alice, the later being the only one at the floor, stood across from you and Agatha, the table full of snacks and whine glasses separating you. The night of games and chattering died down slowly as a soft hum of laughs and shared conversations made space to the swift of the midnight into the dawn. Agatha was there, almost thrown against the back of the sofa as her legs were over your tights. Your hand pressed pointedly against the soft skin lf her ankles as your fingertipes traveled mindlessly up her calf.

Looking back at Agatha, recounting something you’ve heard before on your own private covenless parties when the rest was unavailable, the gleam in her eyes was almost screaming at you. Seeing her there, smiling to those same people she swore to get rid of — including yourself — made you realize again that Agatha Harkness had found her people. She was carefree. Unapologetically truthful and open with the collection of woman (and a boy) like she’d never been before. Most of them, meeting her for the first time, had a figure of her in their minds that made them suspicious while walking the road and maybe even a bit afterward. They had grown to love her just as much as she’d grown to love them in her crocked way. But not you. As unfair as it was to your own well-being, you’d trusted the goodness inside of Agatha from the first encounter, hours before entering the road. Something in her eyes glared at you then... a desperation, a seek of help that was beyond her powers. You hoped for her. Yearned to be able to see that blissful shimmering dot in her own existence come to life under the right circumstances. Back then, the recently built Coven called you empathetic, soft, and innocent. And perhaps you were full of empathy but, even then, before getting to share the moments that came to build a friendship full of beautiful moments, you knew that your heart was on a path of loving Agatha more than any of those Witches could ever love her. But as silently as the feeling came, silently you stood, enjoying what this new life gave you. What you asked for the road, itself: not being alone anymore

Teen snickered at Jen’s comment of the stain of wine on Lilia’s shirt, and as your tipsy self chocked on your own glass trying not to laugh to hard, Agatha’s body searched for yours with a playfully pat on the back.

“Careful darling. Don’t want you dying on me.”

The comment made you laugh even harder, eyes forming small droplets of tears. Her fingers gently cared for them, whipping them away. The moment stood with lightness before William’s voice erupted in the room in tangled words.

“For fuck’s sake…you too really look like a married couple.”

It was a recurrent joke inside the Coven. Even with your age gap with teen being the smallest among you all, it was not occasionally that you and Agatha would play the part of parenting him into being a young man with principals, but also a great witch. While doing so, you would partner with each other like you belonged together for that task, but a lot of others too.

You had convinced yourself that Agatha was the thing the road gave you. Even with all the other girls, she had become the most beautiful constant of your life. Where she failed, you made her succeed. Where you fell, she would be there to catch.

“Oh please. You act like you don’t know we belong together. Right, dear? ” she flattered while playfully messing around, smiling while running her fingers through your hair. If felt nice, and you grinned, gently laying your head against her hands.

Agatha looked back at you, asking for a backup as she always did. You laughed lowly.

“They don’t get it, my love.”

The whole room lost its colors. Agatha’s eyes searched for yours as if you had just pronounced a wedding vow. There was something in her eyes that no one could see. But you did. Happiness but, also, shock. You would always call each other dear, darling. But not ever the word love was used. Let alone with how your voice claimed her in the most precious way. The older witch felt her insides burning, giddiness making her shoulders bounce as her whole face flushed. Agatha could listen to her heartbeat and feel it in her bones as she tried to control her breathing. The room was not silenced as the environment that resolved around the two of you was.

Agatha, blushing and a complete mess, broke the stare contest when your smile became too much for her. And by that time, Alice was already trying to guide a drunk Lilia to the front door and into her car, while Teen promised to drive Jen back home.

“See you on Monday for potions practice!” was all you both heard from Billy as the door closed, Agatha finally getting up from the couch.

She tried to engulf herself with the task of tidying up the space, but you knew she was trying to run from being confronted by you. So, instead, with a swift motion of your hand, the magic you possessed swayed around the room, fixing everything for her. Agatha eyed you, a soft, thankful, yet guilty smile at her lips.

“You know. You also have magic. Could’ve done the same.” You raised from your place on the couch, standing face ti face to her. Agatha knew what was coming when your usual bratty smile adorned your lips. “But you rather run from me, don’t you, my love?”

She breathed out shakily, blue eyes fixed on your smaller form as if there was something painful keeping her just millimeters away from breaking the fragile wall that separated friendship and relationship. Agatha felt she could bear another heartbreak if it was with you. And you felt that Agatha could never look at you the way she was looking right now. Yet, you saw it. The longing. The fire burning inside. The small tilt to her head as she heard those words again.

“Don’t. Don’t call me that.” She said fiercely like never before. Never to you. But all her attempts of pushing you away resulted in warm hands around her face.

“Why?” Your voice traced, hazel eyes pure and lovingly, like an open door. “What if you are, indeed, my love?”

“Pretty girl…” she called ten times softer now. There was a frown between her eyebrows that only ever appeared when there was an intrinsic self-doubt. Agatha felt you there. Felt the need. The bursting of her feeling, growing tired of being kept at bay. “This…you are too precious to love me.”

“That wasn’t my question, Agatha.” You stood, hand griping the hairs on her nape, pulling her to you. Harkness eyes darkened, and she knew, there and then, that whatever distance she dreamed to keep with you, it never really existed.

She wanted to scream and cry. Love, for her, was complicated. And painful. And you weren’t any of those things. She couldn’t break you. Yet, as you held her that close, bodies flushed, the fears and restraining flew off her own road. Funny thing how the heart is such and uncontrollable little bitch, she thought while hungrily catching you into her arms as her mouth pressed to yours.

Agatha was fervent in claiming your soul as hers. It was as if her kiss, sweet and bitter with the taste wine, outlined every nuance of your existence. Her hands touched the fragile but infinitely provocative body that you hid from her sight under a vintage dress. With her palms, the witch recognized the curves that even without knowing, she had dreamed of for months. The kiss wavered between one touch or another that Agatha spread across your thighs. Your dress was lifted along with her fingers in a rhythmic rhythm that seemed more like torture than the way her lips skillfully immersed themselves in yours.

Agatha expected you to push her away, but when it was your body that pushed her onto the same couch, she knew it was over. All her carefully constructed control was over. Your gaze looked down at her with a display of longing and desire that didn’t fit the same innocence of her precious girl. Always so sweet, so untouchable. There, Agatha saw you as a woman. A beautiful woman who claimed her as she would claim you.

Agatha tries to drive safely, but you see her teeth grit when she presses down on the gas pedal to make a yellow light. She’s as desperate as you are, and the thought only makes you clench harder around the toy still inside you. 

Thankfully it’s only a fifteen minute drive and she’s pulling into the driveway of a giant house. You didn’t even know there were houses this big in this part of New Jersey but it looks like a mansion. 

She presses a button in her car and the gate out in front slowly opens. Your jaw drops as you take in the details of the massive two-story house with a three car garage, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and you think you can see a pool in the backyard? 

And there’s a water fountain out front in the middle of the roundabout driveway. 

Your jaw drops open and you look at her with wide eyes. “You live here?” You whisper and Agatha nods with a smirk.

It’s a far cry from your 250 square foot dorm room and you’re embarrassed remembering how you practically begged her to come up with you to it the other night. 

There’s a seedling of doubt that plants itself in your mind. Agatha is clearly a very successful lawyer, with a huge home and more money than you could ever dream of. You’re nothing but a college student who works at a bakery with maybe three-hundred dollars to your name, most of which came from Agatha’s tips. You shouldn’t be here with her. You shouldn’t be with her at all. 

Agatha will always be able to take you out, treat you to the nicest things – the brand new laptop, the sex toys. She gave you her credit card and told you to buy whatever you wanted. 

You had to settle for a picnic in the park. 

“Hey,” Agatha says gently, interlocking her fingers with yours and rubbing her thumb on your skin soothingly. “Everything okay?”

You must be wearing your shame on your face and you shake your head and try to offer a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Just kind of crazy that you live here—” you wave your hands, motioning to her house, “and I’m just a college kid.” 

“Oh, honey.” She reaches over and tilts your chin to face her, making you look right into her eyes. Your cheek twitches with the effort of hiding how insecure you feel. “You’re so much more than that.” She leans across the console to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

It makes you feel a little better. “Really?”

She nods earnestly. “You’re so pretty and smart and hard-working. That little crease above your eyes you get when you’re thinking hard about something is so cute. The way your mouth opens in shock when I tip you. And—” she says, a mischievous glint in her eye and you feel your stomach warm, “you’re really fucking hot when you moan for me.” 

Heat sears through you and you gasp, clasping her cheeks and pulling her to you, your mouth meeting hers in the middle. 

Agatha wastes no time before sliding her tongue into your open mouth, flicking against yours and she sucks on your bottom lip, a filthy moan escaping you. Her mouth is hot on yours like she’s hungry, like she’s trying to devour you — and you let her. 

She swallows up the sounds from your throat and you tangle your fingers into her hair to try and get her closer, you need to feel more, you need her so much you can hardly breathe. 

Your skin feels like it’s burning, more wetness pooling in your already soaked underwear from earlier, you clench around the toy and wish she would turn it on to give you some much-needed relief. 

Her tongue licks against yours and she groans and pulls back, resting her forehead against yours while she pants. 

She huffs out a laugh as your breaths mix together. “Should we bring this inside?” 

And all your worries about not being good enough melt away. “Yes, please,” you say, not even bothering to hide how desperate you are for her. 

Agatha’s eyes dart down to your lips and she kisses you one last time like she can’t help herself before opening her door and getting out. You follow in suit, grabbing your overnight bag with all the sex toys, and she leads you up to the front door, fumbling with the keys with shaky hands before finally unlocking it. 

You barely have time to admire the gray laminate flooring or the extravagant chandelier that hangs in the entryway or the extensive bar tucked into a corner of the living room as she wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into her, her lips finding yours once again. 

This time, when her tongue traces against your lips, her hands slip under your shirt and the heat from her splayed fingers makes you gasp. You drop the bag and your hands wrap around her shoulders and you don’t think it would be possible to be closer to her than you are right now. 

She walks you backwards until you hit the wall, her mouth never leaving yours, and her thigh slots between your legs, and you grind against her, the same way you did on the park bench. 

Tension grows in your stomach, not taking long at all with how worked up you still are, and Agatha’s hands roam higher under your shirt, brushing against the edge of the lacy bra you put on for her. She cups your breasts and you gasp into her mouth, your hips stuttering against her leg. 

And when Agatha circles her thumbs against your nipples, you keen, your back arching off the wall with a sigh and she smirks against you. 

“Agatha,” you breathe. “Mommy.” 

She groans like the name is too much, too good, and you throb at knowing you have that effect on her, and then she’s grabbing your hand and yanking you into the living room. Your lips are swollen and your cheeks are flushed and the mess between your legs keeps getting worse and you need her more than you thought possible. 

“Lay on the couch,” she rasps and it’s dizzying to hear her like that, like she needs you just as much as you need her. 

You obey and in an instant, she’s straddling your hips and tearing off her blazer and the blouse underneath, throwing them somewhere in the room and you inhale sharply at her smooth pale skin, her black bra, her stomach. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” you say before you can think about it and she uncharacteristically blushes before bending over you, her hair tickling your face, and kisses you softly. 

It turns every bit as filthy as the other ones and soon enough, she’s tugging at the hem of your shirt to help you take it off while your hands trace the outlines of her ribs. 

Her lips nip at your chest, soothing the sting with her tongue, and your fingers bury into her hair to keep her there when she sucks on your nipples over your bra. Your hips rut up, the toy inside you providing a little bit of stimulation but nowhere near enough, and the heat inside you only gets worse when Agatha gets frustrated with your bra and rips the middle of it open, giving her access to your breasts. 

Before you can make a comment about your torn lingerie, her tongue swirls around your nipples and your eyes roll back, all the thoughts in your head vanishing. You make a strangled noise and your hands fiddle with the clasp of Agatha’s bra before finally unhooking it. 

She pulls away to shrug it off and then lowers herself against you to kiss you, her nipples sliding against yours and you gasp at the feeling. 

Agatha huffs out a laugh, a hand sneaking between your bodies to dip into the waistband of your skirt and you moan, hips jumping—

A phone rings. You think it might be yours coming from your bag by the door, but through the haze in your mind, you remember that your phone is set to silence. 

Which means — Agatha swears and looks between you and her blazer that’s laying on the floor, where the sound is coming from, as if she’s trying to decide what to do. 

The ringing stops eventually and Agatha smirks before dragging her lips against your collarbone, her hand pushing up your skirt and sliding a hand between your legs. You jump when she cups you over your underwear and she chuckles teasingly before stroking two fingers up and down, pressing the outer piece of the toy against your clit and you can feel how wet you are, and the sudden pressure on your clit makes you moan. 

Her ringtone plays again and this time Agatha growls before quickly getting off you and retrieving her phone from her blazer. 

“What?” She barks into it and you see the clock on the wall say it’s a little past 9 pm. Who would be calling at this hour? You watch as her body position changes and she slumps defeatedly into herself, eyes looking anywhere but you. “Are you serious?” 

Agatha turns around and massages her forehead while you try not to get too distracted by how good her ass looks in her tight-fitted pants. You are positively aching right now and you wonder if she would be mad if you started touching yourself. 

You feel like she would so you sit up and squirm on the couch instead. 

“Fine. Give me fifteen minutes,” she says and she sounds pissed. She hangs up the phone and curses, grabbing her shirt and blazer off the floor. 

You chew on your lip tentatively. “Everything okay?” 

Agatha pulls her shirt over her head, fluffing out her hair from the neckline. “This stupid case I’m working on has hit a snare. That was my partner at the firm, he needs me on a video call in fifteen minutes with some of the other attorneys to discuss how we’re going to move forward.” Agatha sighs and walks over to the couch, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips, making your clit pulse while you sit there, suddenly cold. “I’m so sorry, honey.” 

“No, it’s your job, I completely understand,” you say, still a little letdown but trying to hide it for her. “I’ll still be here after.” 

She gives you a sweet smile and it’s hard to be annoyed when she looks at you like that. Agatha softly brushes your hair, tucking a lock behind your ear, and kisses your forehead. “That’s my good girl.” 

It’s hard to miss the shudder that runs through you when she says that and she smirks. 

“You’re welcome to explore or come hang out in the study with me. I have some swimsuits in my closet if you want to go for a late night swim,” she offers, eyes twinkling at the thought of you in a swimsuit and you laugh. 

“I’m sure I’ll figure something out,” you say and she squeezes your shoulder before going into her office, leaving the door open as an invitation. 

You decide to look around a bit. First, after you shrug off the ruins of your bra and put your shirt back on, you go into the kitchen where you’re met with white marble countertops, a huge stainless steel fridge with post-it notes stuck to it with reminders like Check on Vidal case and Talk to Wanda about Wu finances and Bananas, eggs, chicken, bourbon. You read each one and then with a jolt, see one that makes your cheeks heat up. Date with y/n Tuesday — clean the house. 

On the island, the faucet in the deep sink is gold plated and the wine rack tucked into the side is filled with expensive bottles. Not a speck of dust anywhere and you’re just in awe of how nice everything is. 

That hint of insecurity starts to creep back in and you decide to go back to the study and be with Agatha. Even just sitting near her will make you feel better. 

She’s sitting at a big mahogany desk and looks up over her computer to smile and you can see the AirPods in her ears like she was hoping you’d come in. In front of the desk is a glass coffee table with two leather couches on each side of it, all perpendicular to her desk.

You trace the spines of the books on the shelves lining the walls, some lawyer books, some of the classics, and even a few fiction books that you’ve read. 

There’s still the ache inside you, although it’s dulled to a steady, muted heat and you decide to settle on one the couches and watch her. 

She starts talking, saying a lot of fancy lawyer words that you don’t quite know the meaning of, but you’re content to rest your chin in your hand and stare. It’s absolutely enchanting to watch her in her element like this, and it’s hot how effortlessly she takes power and says things so matter-of-factly. 

And then she starts to flip her pen around her fingers on her left hand and it makes your mouth water. You can’t stop looking at her now, watching her long fingers easily and absentmindedly move the pen while she listens, brows furrowed together. 

All of a sudden, the heat is roaring back to life inside you with a vengeance and you shift on the chair, gasping when the toy presses further into you. 

You shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t, it could be really distracting for her and she needs to focus — and yet, you can’t stop yourself from spreading your legs in her direction and pushing up your skirt to show her your soaked underwear. 

The pen between her fingers clatters onto the desk and she rushes to pick it back up. Feeling emboldened, you slide two fingers into your mouth and hollow your cheeks while you suck, giving her the best pair of doe eyes you can, and Agatha sputters out a cough, a slight pink tinting her cheeks. 

You skim your wet fingers down your chin and neck, and then over your shirt before rubbing up and down your panties. Agatha’s jaw clenches as she tries to focus on the meeting but her eyes keep straying back to you. 

When you finally move your underwear to the side, revealing your swollen pussy with the toy still inside you to her for the first time, she swallows roughly and puts a hand under her nose to try and look collected. 

You’re about to take the toy out of you, but she gives an almost imperceptible shake of her head, telling you to keep it in, so you settle for pressing the piece against your clit and grinding your hips up to amplify the pressure, a small gasp coming out of you. 

Agatha tousles her hair and reaches down into the pocket of her blazer to pull out her phone and lay it face up on her desk. She taps and the next thing you know, the toy turns on. 

Your hand flies to your mouth to smother the moan that tears itself out from deep in your chest and you can’t stop your back from arching off the couch. Your head lolls to the side, still never looking away from her with glazed-over eyes, and the ghost of a smug smile is on her face. 

She lets you build up, waits until your hips are uncontrollably rocking up into the vibrations, and turns it off. The look you give her must be absolutely pitiful, but you don’t care and she turns it back on. 

This time, the intensity is lower than it was before and you push up your shirt to pinch your nipples to get a little more pleasure. Agatha’s teeth sink into her lower lip as she watches you with dark eyes, fingers tightening around her pen, and you know she’s not paying attention to her meeting at all. 

Little sounds start to fall out of your mouth and you clench around the toy, your movements becoming more jerky and manic as the tension inside your stomach grows. You know you won’t last much longer, she can see it too, and you wonder if she’ll let you have it. 

Agatha flips the page she was taking notes on and scribbles something down in big letters. Without moving her body, she turns the notebook around so you can read it. 

Don’t cum. 

You whine softly, trying to plead with her, but she shakes her head again. And then she turns up the vibrations and your fingers grip onto the leather so hard there might be marks. 

She plays with you, bringing you closer to the edge and then shutting it off and then starting with a low buzz before repeating and it’s torture. You’re a sweaty, shaking mess on the couch all because of her, and you can see how much she’s enjoying it. 

“Okay, great, sounds good,” she says, and your head perks up. “Of course, I’ll see you in the office tomorrow. Have a good night.” 

She slams her laptop shut, yanks out her AirPods and drops them on the desk, and you don’t even have time to think before she’s walking over to you and situating herself between your legs. She shoves her hands under your ass and hauls you forward so you’re laying on your back under her, resuming the positions from earlier. 

Agatha rolls up the sleeves of her blazer, that sight alone making you clench around the still-vibrating toy inside you, and she taps a button the phone she brought over. 

It turns off and she tosses her phone onto the coffee table before taking a hold of the toy and sliding it out of your wet pussy. You whimper at the sudden emptiness and Agatha laughs before her fingers rub at your clit. 

“Please, Agatha, mommy,” you cry. “I need you.” 

But she doesn’t give you any more than that, just traces her fingers through your folds, dips in at your entrance, and just comes back up to circle your clit. 

She shushes you. “Honey, I don’t want to rush. I want to take my time and explore you and figure out what you like and don’t like.” 

It’s so chivalrous, and any other time you would let her, but she’s had you on the edge for too damn long and you can’t take it anymore. “Agatha, I like you, you can do that later, just please fuck me!” 

She chuckles before obliging, pushing two fingers into you and curling them roughly and you moan loudly. Agatha smirks above you and leans down to suck at your nipples and tug on them with her teeth while she starts to fuck you, your hips rolling to meet every thrust. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re a whimpering puddle beneath her, you’re sure your wetness has dripped onto the couch beneath you, but you can feel the coils of pleasure tightening in your stomach and you know it won’t take you very long at all from all the edging you’ve been through. 

“Agatha,” you moan again and she pauses and easily fits a third finger into you and the stretch is delicious. 

She switches to your other breath, scraping her teeth against the curvature of it and then swirls her tongue around your nipple and when she swipes at your clit with her thumb while her three fingers drag against your fluttering walls and with one last perfect curl of them, you cum and it’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, relief finally flooding through your veins, the dam finally breaking after being built up for hours. 

But Agatha doesn’t stop there, she barely gives you any time to recover before she crawls down your body, takes out her fingers, and licks up your slit and it makes you keen. 

“Fuck,” you groan weakly, hands flying to her hair and tug gently and she moans against you, the vibrations going straight to your sensitive clit. 

Her tongue dips inside you, brushing against your walls, and you make a sound you’ve never heard before. “God, honey, you taste so good,” she says, her words muffled by your pussy and when she picks her head up to readjust, you can see that the entire bottom half of her face is glistening. 

Agatha swirls her hot tongue against your clit and then thrusts inside you, making you see stars. You’re still reeling from your last orgasm and you can feel your second one start to creep up on you as she continues her administration, the rhythm of your hips faltering against the movements of her tongue. 

But she keeps having to stop because your underwear that’s pushed to the side continuously gets in the way and rubs against her cheek so she lets out a frustrated grunt and tears the fabric so she can peel it off you without having to move your body.

“Come on,” you joke in reference to the second piece of lingerie that she’s ripped today. 

“I’ll buy you some more tomorrow, sweetheart,” she promises with a wink and then her mouth is back on you, finally unburdened by your underwear. 

Your head falls back again, eyes closing, but she nips at your inner thigh. “Look at me,” she orders and you nod shakily. 

Agatha holds eye contact while she tongues at your clit and you whimper, needing just a little more. But she sees this, knows exactly what you need, and slides two fingers into your dripping pussy again and your walls instantly bear down around them. 

“Yes, fuck,” you groan, feeling better than you ever thought possible with her mouth on you and her fingers in you. You’re so close again, heat vibrates under your skin, and the muscles in your stomach tense. 

And then Agatha sucks on your clit with a particularly hard thrust inside you and it sends you flying over the edge, your vision going dark for a few seconds while pleasure racks every crevice of your body. 

She gently fucks you through it and then pulls her fingers out of you, making you wince at the emptiness. Agatha laps at your wetness, thoroughly cleaning you up, while you squirm because of how sensitive you are. 

“You okay?” She asks when she finally pulls back with a laugh. You are sure that you look absolutely ruined sprawled out on the couch like this. 

You nod weakly. “Yeah, except I don’t think I can move right now.” 

She smirks and bends over to kiss you, letting you taste yourself off her lips. Agatha moans when you slip your tongue into her mouth this time, and you realize you can feel the heat radiating off her so you begin tugging at her blazer to get it off. 

Once her blazer and shirt are off, you pull at the belt on her pants and she huffs before standing up to take them off. She’s wearing matching black underwear and you grab her by the hand to pull her back onto you so she’s straddling your waist again. 

“Mommy,” you plead, not sure what you’re asking for. You just want to make her feel as good as she made you. 

But there’s a glint in her eye. “Will you let mommy sit on your face?” She asks and your breath catches in your throat before moving your head up and down furiously. “God, you’re hot,” she mutters before she shimmies up your body and looks down at your face framed between her legs. 

She reaches down to pull her underwear to the side and holy fuck she is a mess. Her folds are swollen, sticky and shining, you can see how wet she is, and you can smell her.

“Please, mommy, I want to taste you,” you whine and she closes her eyes momentarily to savor how desperate you sound for her. When she opens them back up, the pure heat inside them makes you shiver. 

“Make mommy feel good, honey,” she says, voice trembling, and then lowers her pussy down onto your waiting face. You moan at the taste, at how soaked she is, and you take your time, tracing her with your tongue while she lightly grinds against you. 

Small noises fall from her lips as she starts to ride faster when your tongue curls inside her, the feeling of her warm walls around you making you groan into her muffledly. 

“God, baby,” Agatha whimpers, pulling on your hair to hold you right where she needs you and then grinds down harder, your mouth absolutely coated in her. You can feel her clit dragging against your tongue and you do your best to flick up at it with each drag of her hips and it makes her moan. 

Her legs start to shake around you, with effort and pleasure, and you grab onto her ass to help her keep moving. Agatha’s breaths come out short and shallow and she starts riding you harder, her wetness making a sound as she slides against you. 

You try to say something, you’re not even sure what — it just comes out garbled against her and the vibrations pull a high-pitched whine out of her and you sharply inhale, a burst of heat exploding in your pussy. You’ve never seen anything hotter in your life than her falling apart on top of you and you double-down your efforts, closing your lips around her clit and sucking, her head falling back. 

There’s a slight flush on her neck, a redness that’s spread down to her chest, and you think she must be a goddess. 

“Fuck, hon, I’m so close,” she pants out and you just hold out your tongue while she grinds down hard, over and over, until she cums with a loud gasp.

Her hips shake as she undulates through it and she collapses forward, putting her hands on the arm of the couch so she doesn’t fall on top of you. 

It takes a moment to collect herself, your mouth still full of her as she hasn’t moved from on top of you, and she winces when you teasingly slide your tongue inside of her. 

When she finally moves her thigh over your head and gets off, you suck in a deep breath and she endearingly rubs her thumb over your lips to clean her wetness off before popping it into your mouth. You suck on it, enjoying the way her eyes get even darker if possible, before she helps you off the couch. 

Her gaze darts down to your mouth and then takes in the rest of your disheveled state. “Want to take this upstairs?” 

Does she even have to ask? “Of course,” you say and you think you might be becoming addicted to her, every atom in your body yearning to taste her and feel her. 

You were needy.

To your defense,you started off bored. However, there was very little that you could do without Agatha. This evolved to your current state of neediness, although you knew Agatha wouldn’t appreciate being disturbed while she worked. You tried to distract yourself, heading out into the pool and letting yourself lounge, but your thoughts quickly centered around Agatha joining you. So you did the next logical thing, you let yourself dry off before sitting on one of the chairs and picking up your phone. You opened up the camera and aligned your body in a way that was more promiscuous than you could claim innocence for, your wet tits on display through your smaller than necessary swimsuit. 

Agatha quickly hearted your message, although she was in the middle of an important meeting. It wasn’t until she got out of her meeting and back in her office that she fully saw what you had sent her, along with a few others that you happened to send. 

She sent you a warning text, advising you against teasing but when have you ever listened to her. So exactly an hour before she was supposed to come home, you send some more pictures except they’re you naked in bed  wrapped in her sheets. Agatha had to place her phone down at that and decided to leave an hour early, hoping to catch you off guard.

And off guard she caught you. Agatha had barely any rules when it came to your dynamic. The first was for you to not disobey her when she instructs you to do something. The second was that you’re not allowed to touch yourself or come without her permission. It was quite a lovely surprise to walk back home and see you spread out in her bed with your hand rubbing frantically at your clit, desperate for an orgasm. She doesn’t move, enjoying your performance as you can barely make yourself come. Eventually, she decided to take some pity on you and make herself known.

“Well look what we have here. My little brat decided to break my rules. For what? You can’t even make yourself cum, how pathetic.”

Your eyes widened as you realized she was standing right in front of you, and you slowly pulled your hand away from your core. She looks down at you while watching you squirm underneath her harsh gaze.

“I’m going to give you a deal since I’m in a forgiving mood. I’m going to leave you here with the vibrator and finish my work, if you take it like the good girl that I know you are, I’ll fuck you with the strap.”

You slowly nod as she rummages through the bedside table drawers, grabbing a vibrator, a handcuffs, a blindfold, a spreader bar, and a dildo. You accept your fate when she goes to bind your hands and feet together leaving you spread out and perfectly out of control for her. She ties the blindfold, and slowly starts placing kisses all the way down your body. She leaves some bites at your inner thighs, her tongue swirling around afterwards to ease the sensation. Her tongue takes one swipe up your dripping core before pulling away. You let out a pitiful moan at that, but she slaps your core in response. 

“Alright baby, I’m going to go do my work now. If you need to stop, call out your safe word otherwise I don’t want to hear anything coming out of your mouth.”

At that, Agatha turns vibrator on high and leaves it angled directly at your clit before tying it to you, so you can’t escape it. Your hips jolt upwards at the sudden intensity, but you can’t escape the feeling.

She chuckles and exits the room. She felt a little bit bad about leaving you alone, but she did have to finish her work. She leaves her door completely open, making sure she can hear everything from the bedroom. She takes the time to respond to her emails, slowly dragging out each one as she keeps an eye on the clock. When she decides you’ve had enough, she first makes her way into the kitchen, bringing back some items that she knows you’ll want after this is over.

Coming back into the bedroom, she can’t take her eyes off of you. Your back is arching off the bed, there’s tears streaming down your face, your pussy is leaking all your juices onto the sheets, and your hands are gripping the bed sheets. Agatha goes to untie the vibrator from you, letting your clit take a break. She goes to put on the stap, an 8 inch dildo that she brings out on very rare occasions. She runs her fingers through your wetness once, before lining up her dildo to your entrance.

“You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you baby? Mommy’s going to fuck your greedy pussy now, since that’s what you were begging for weren’t you. You wanted to cum baby. Aren’t I such a good mommy letting you come so many times, even though you absolutely don’t deserve to.”

You do your best to nod but no words come to your head right now. She chooses this exact moment to start fucking you, and all your thoughts fly out the window.

“No words baby? Did you get so dumb that you can’t speak after a few orgasms? Is that all it takes for your head to go empty?”

She continues pounding into you, and your eyes roll back, your pussy is throbbing with all the stimulation but you never want her to stop fucking you. However, your mommy was never that nice. When your thighs start to shake, she pulls out of you, ignoring your pitiful whines.

“Oh my poor baby, did you want me to keep going? I wasn’t sure because you never said anything. You know good girls need to ask mommy before they cum.”

“I’m sorry mommy. Please let me come, I promise I’ll be good, you’re the best mommy ever.”

She chuckles at that before entering you again, and this time she sets an unforgiving pace. 

“Such a good girl for me, taking me so beautifully. I can’t stop fucking your pussy baby, you’ve got me hooked baby.”

You let out a moan at that, breathing out Agatha’s name while she continues to go deeper inside, claiming all parts of you. 

“Mommy please, I want you so bad. Need you to fill me up please. I just want you.”

She can’t hide her appreciation for that, letting out a moan and fucking you faster, desperate to make you cum. It doesn’t take much longer, and you’re coming again. Agatha fucks you through your orgasming, watching the way you react so keenly. She’s obsessed with you, and she doesn’t know how to stop herself from falling deeper. A whimper from you shakes her out of her thoughts and she delicately pulls out, letting you start to settle down. 

She throws the strap somewhere near the bathroom, choosing to focus on you. She immediately unties you, allowing you to finally move again. What she didn’t expect was for you to wrap your arms around her, enveloping Agatha into a hug. She hugs you just as tight while lowering you back onto the bed, wanting you to take some much needed rest. She quickly turns over to present you with some snacks and water, guiding the straw of the bottle to you, while trying to figure out which of the snacks you find most appealing. She settles for some grapes and goldfish, and feeds them to you while you happily lean against her chest, exhausted after the day’s events. She presses gentle kisses to your face, hoping to show just how much she loves and cares for you. When you’ve had enough, you’re nuzzling closer into her and Agatha just laughs. 

“Not yet baby girl. Let’s go take a shower and I’ll let you sleep all you want.”

You reluctantly follow her into the shower, she gently guides you inside, before stripping herself of her work clothes and joining you. You smile at her when you realize she’s joining you, and she affectionately rubs your cheek with her knuckles. You let your muscles enjoy the hot water, feeling yourself relax. 

You take the opportunity of her being distracted to get on your knees in front of her. You place your hands on her upper thighs and she lets out a moan when she realizes what you’re up to. 

“Such a good girl for me. You make mommy feel so good baby, don’t stop. You’re doing perfectly angel.”

Her praise spurs you on, your tongue eagerly twisting and sucking where she needs you. It doesn't take her long to finish, her hands finding themselves in your hair and you eagerly lap up all her juices, enjoying the way she tastes. 

She pulls you back from her core trying to get you to stop, “That’s enough baby, you did good for mommy. No more honey, mommy’s sensitive.”

You smile up at her before standing again, and pull her in a kiss, to which she eagerly kisses back. She lets you lead the kiss, enjoying how sweet you are, before she pulls away to get you out of the shower. 

She lets you pick out some of her clothes to wear and sits you down in front of the TV while she makes dinner for the two of you.

“Hey sweetheart?”

“Yes mommy?”

“Next time you’re going to show off for me, lose the bikini honey.”

You look up from your plate as she shoots you a wink, and you’re just as desperate for her again.

"I wasn't lying." You huff. "Thinking about other people is irrelevant when I'm with you."

Although she does her best to keep her expression neutral, the way her hands slide up and down your sides gives her affection away. "Do you usually think about other people when you're with me?"

Alright, now she's doing it on purpose.

"Lilia-"

Your whiny tone simply makes her laugh, and despite how badly you want to complain, you can't stop the way your lips quirk up at the sound. It's really not fair how beautiful she is.

"I'm sorry, darling, you're just so cute when you're flustered."

As if to prove her own point, one of her hands leaves your waist to cup your face. Her thumb strokes your warm skin and the look in her eyes is so soft you almost melt right then and there. Which is absolutely unfair, in your opinion.

"Stop being so distracting, I'm trying to be mad at you." You huff.

The amused shake of her head is almost enough to make you stand down. Unfortunately, you have bigger plans in mind, and they all involve being the one distracting her, not the other way around.

"Is that any way to treat the woman spoiling you tonight?" She asks, a mock glare replacing the previous soft look. It's not very convincing, though, since her fingers continue to stroke your jawline.

The banter you share is almost as good as the physical affection. Almost, but not quite.

You chuckle, your hands coming up to rest on her shoulders. Two can play her game of distractingly soft touches. "The only person you want to spoil tonight is you. You know I don't like going to dinner with the old guys from the theater."

"Those old guys are my directors, darling." Her reproach is aided by the little flick she gives to your nose. "And I'm not that far behind them in age."

"But you're not sleazy!" You argue. "They're always looking at me weird and trying to touch me, even when you're around. It's creepy as hell."

Lilia's usually warm eyes darken slightly as she absorbs your words. It's not like they're anything new, she's told you countless stories of said directors hooking up with younger actresses and blackmailing them down the line. You still don't understand why she still works with them, old friendships be dammed, they're all creeps in your book.

After a few moments, she sighs, leaning forward to rest her forehead against yours. "Why didn't you say something earlier? I've taken you to how many dinners with me?"

All you can do is shrug. "I like it when you show me off at fancy dinners. Just not when they're around."

That seems to get her attention again. Her hands return to your hips, slowly finding their way beneath the oversized shirt you absolutely did not steal from her closet. "Is that right? You like it when mamma shows her friends you're hers? When she teases you under the table until you're begging her to fuck you in the restroom?"

The change in her tone steals your breath away in an instant. You had been expecting her soft side tonight, maybe an offer to order takeout and stay at home as compensation. A night spent on the couch with the woman you love was more than enough for you.

At least, it would have been had you not been wrong about her intentions. Now, other things instantly filled your mind.

"I do," you whisper. "It's my favorite part of going out."

The admission isn't too surprising, but she still rewards you as if you just told her the secrets of the universe. Her lips meet yours in a heated kiss, and you instantly respond by pulling yourself closer to her.

Your movements cause you to grind against her lap, and you gasp into her mouth. Lilia notices instantly and takes advantage, slipping her tongue into your mouth and gripping your hips tight enough to guide your needy movements.

Maybe you should be embarrassed about how quickly she turns you on, but it's not like you can help it. She'd quite literally encouraged your desperation at every turn until even the mere thought of being ashamed had left your brain. Sometimes you wondered if it was simply because it stroked her ego to know you desired her so much despite her age.

But then she'd start touching you and all thoughts about you being nothing but an attempt to build her self esteem disappeared.

"Lilia," you whine when she pulls away. "You're canceling dinner, right?"

Her breath tickles your chin as she chuckles. "Do you really need to ask, little one? It was your plan all along, wasn't it? I handpicked your outfit, and you still couldn't decide what to wear. I knew you were going to find a way to keep me here all night."

"You know me so well," you reply with a dreamy sigh.

Lilia shakes her head at you, too endeared by your behavior to look annoyed. "You're such a spoiled brat."

"Because you love spoiling me."

The older woman hums as she leans in to press soft kisses all along your jaw. "Maybe. But you're getting awfully mouthy. Should I remind you of your place?"

"Only if my place is underneath you."

That earns you a stinging bite right underneath your jawline before she takes her kisses down to your neck. You tilt your head back for her, and her satisfaction at your instant submission is obvious. Mainly because her hands undo the button of your jeans so she can slide her hand past the waistband.

"Naughty girl," she murmurs when she cups your aching pussy through the thin fabric of your underwear. "Already soaked? Just from a bit of dirty talk?"

Her words are incredibly unfair and she knows it. She'd been teasing you since lunchtime, not to mention how quick she was to let you grind against her lap. The game was rigged from the start.

"Please," you mumble, your bratty attitude dissolving into thin air in an instant. "Don't tease."

She makes a noise of disapproval, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to make you buck into her steady hand. "None of that, darling. Let mamma have her fun, okay?"

As if you could ever deny her anything.

Your lack of a rebuttal makes her smile against your skin, her fingers drumming gently on your clit just to see you shake. It's a struggle to keep from whining and let her continue her slow torment. Even though you need way more, it feels nice to have her hands on you. Way nicer than going out to dinner would have been, that's for sure.

Her soft drumming soon turns into slow strokes up and down your covered slit, stopping only to rub circles onto your clit and hear you whimper. It doesn't take a genius to know you're absolutely soaking her hand, and she hasn't even moved your underwear aside yet.

Lilia, ever the gracious lover, doesn't make fun of you for that, though. You might seem desperate or easy to anyone else if they heard, but not to her. To her, you're nothing except her good girl. And the ease with which you give yourself over to her only solidifies your place in her life.

"Needy thing," she murmurs almost absentmindedly. "What a shame I didn't get to show you off tonight."

"There's always next time," you whisper back, hands moving up to fix her mussed up hair.

A beat passes where she doesn't move, and you allow yourself to admire her features. The soft crinkles in the corners of her eyes, the clear wrinkles painting a path down her neck and to her ample cleavage.

Your wandering eyes don't escape her notice, and she smiles to herself before continuing her movements. She manages to slide your ruined underwear to the side and graze your swollen clit with the pads of her fingers.

The sensation makes you gasp, shifting atop her in an effort to encourage her to keep going. To give you everything you want and more. "Please."

"Shhh, I know." Lilia leans in, silencing the rest of your whines with a kiss.

Your fingers tangle in her hair as you pull her closer, connecting every part of you to hers as if that will turn the two of you into one.

In a way, it works, because before you know it, she's slipping a finger into your cunt. Your lips part into a breathless whimper that makes her chuckle. "Good girl, taking me so well."

"Mamma," you whisper, chasing her lips even though your brain is too scrambled to kiss her properly.

"I'm here. I've got you." Her words distract you enough for her to work another finger into your tight heat, your walls clenching around the stretch her digits provide.

The sudden pleasure overwhelms your senses, your body moving of its own accord as you chase more. Maybe Lilia wasn't wrong when she said you were way too spoiled.

If she has the same thought as you, she doesn't voice it. Instead, she focuses on thrusting her fingers in and out of you, her thumb rubbing circles directly on your clit and making you see stars behind your eyelids.

She has you right where she wants you and you're powerless against her.

Just the way you like it.

She knows what you want before the words form on your tongue. "Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for mamma."

The response your body has to those three words is immediate. At that moment, you don't control it, Lilia does. Like an incantation or a spell, she urges you to let go and you do it without a second thought. Or even any thought.

All you know is pleasure. It overwhelms you like a wave, crashing into you until all you can do is grip onto her shoulders and let it move through you.

You shake and tremble above her, her devoted eyes never missing a single gasp or flutter of your eyeslashes. Her soft voice keeps you tethered to her, whispering praises and phrases of love until you slump forward against her.

"Such a good girl." She uses her free hand to brush your hair behind your ears, the other softly stroking your sensitive flesh. "How do you feel, sweetheart?"

"Good," you mumble, voice soft and sleepy. "Little bit tired."

"Don't tell me mamma wore you out already?" She asks with a laugh.

You feel your whole face heat up at the question. "No…well, maybe."

"That's alright, we have all the time in the world."

When she says it like that, it's hard to not believe her. Call it witchcraft, call it love that borders on obsession, you don't care. All you know is you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

Lilia seems to read your mind because she smooths your clothes over and wraps your arms tightly around your waist, fingers drawing senseless patterns through the fabric of your shirt. The comfort is instant and you find yourself tucking your head beneath her chin.

"Rest, little one. Mamma's here."

And though you want to spend the rest of the night worshiping her like she deserves, your eyes flutter closed before you can stop them. "Just for a little."

Company

https://youtu.be/aNZGdSurN_8?si=hgF-Dewkqsc3pncM

Life goes on- all seasons

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLlUXBUXyU1LsPlfosQaNg635XgNn2L1BS&si=9buhSxIGOA9DLyV3

Passion

https://youtu.be/Nfubo4hf2NM?si=amAJwukRwhmp3jU1

Sunset Blvd

https://youtu.be/257pxUReamU?si=vsTg-o1Uh_pe32KW

The time of your life

https://youtu.be/lYO0eSQtVxk?si=CDkksaGs6EK0jkiD

Gypsy Encores!

https://youtu.be/gFTnBdH99Zg?si=nHphHpBmmQI11c5_

Evita (still pictures)

https://youtu.be/SNKhhA78pBg?si=5QJvdh2mII6iJXZl

Sweeney Todd 2001

https://youtu.be/85MJ2V4KJK8?si=Sh8bYu0xfzrrrYB_

Sweeney Todd 2005

https://youtu.be/t78xKK2UU6o?si=h4rpHwxr4_tTg_E9

The Victim

Contrary to all common sense, the quickest way to find yourself on Death’s radar was not through an act of death itself. Not by losing your life or taking another's…

No, it was through her girlfriend.

A stranger's lingering gaze or a friend's pda never escaped Rio’s attention, and a repeat offender, like oh say… that coworker of yours you were talking to at that very moment…

Well, they managed to make an enemy out of the force of nature that could usually pride herself on her indiscriminate apathy.

Rio lurked in the shadows outside your workplace, eyes darkening as that fool made you laugh.

She wasn't even two minutes late to pick you up, and already that snake was curling around you. Unbelievable.

You didn't think anything of it, Rio knew, but she could see in that man's eyes every disgusting thought he was having about you.

It made her sick, it made her burn.

Well, if the shades of purple littering your neck didn't clue him in to the fact that you were taken, she was beyond willing to do it herself.

Under the cover of darkness she shifted her attire with a thought, striding over in a new, clean-cut suit that made his own look like ratty hand-me-downs.

You perked up as soon as you noticed her and it made her heart leap. Your bright smile, your appreciative eyes taking in her new look…

He could never make you glow like that.

“Hey, Baby.”

Rio couldn't help a quick smile reserved only for you as she joined you under the streetlight, arm wrapping around your waist. “Hello, my love. Sorry I'm late, work was murder.”

She turned to face your companion, with a cold and withering stare. A look that could take years off a life.

“Who's your friend?”

You could never truly estimate the depths of Rio's jealousy but you knew that look well enough to know you had to get her out of there.

And you knew it well enough to not be surprised by the intensity she brought to the bedroom that night.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“I missed you today.”

Rio replied in her softest tone, someone less attuned to her might not have even heard the boundless resentment living within it, “You seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

Leisurely, she traced her knife from your jaw, down your neck, applying a spine-tingling pressure just short of breaking skin.

“Yeah well, that new guy I work with is pretty fun.” You said breathily, not biting. Her blade caught on the collar of your shirt, lingering above your hammering heart, and Rio laughed.

Never before had such stubborn brattiness looked so good on someone, but you were just something else… teasing her even with a knife to your chest…

She cut through the fabric in one rough slash. “Careful, Lover. Wouldn't want to shorten such a fun man's life span, would you?”

“You wouldn't do that.” you challenged

“Try me. I'd do anything to keep you.”

The sincerity of the statement should have frightened you, but it was intoxicating. To be the object of such devotion from Death herself was a head-spinning high that no drug, spell or new lover could match.

“You'll always have me, Rio.”

There was a pain to the look she gave you in return, a wound behind her eyes, but she found a smile for you before she circled behind you.

“I’d better.” She breathed in your ear, pulling the tatters of what used to be your shirt from your body.

The tip of her knife traveled down your spine, barely grazing your skin on a trail to your skirt, which she skillfully cut open, baring you to her completely.

“My pretty girl…”

Her hand smoothed over your ass-cheek with near reverence before disappearing between your legs.

You gasped, skin aflush, but all too soon you realized she wasn't done playing with you yet.

“Please.” You whimpered as her fingers slid across your folds, just short of where you needed them.

“Say my name.”

“Rio, please, I need you so bad.”

She drew a lazy circle on your clit and your breath hitched, “Well how can I say no to that?”

A tingling warmth followed her hand on your back as she pushed you forward, forcing your chest onto your dresser and you into a bend.

You barely noticed the hardness of the surface against your breasts. You couldn't concentrate over the thought of being so exposed to her, and even that died with your last remaining brain cells as you felt the tip of her cock against your entrance.

She could've gone right in, you were wet enough for her to, but she slowly dragged up and down your slick folds, cock head catching on your clit every time and setting your nerves ablaze.

“Rio.” You whined.

“So impatient.” She laughed. “Don't worry, Baby, I'll take care of you.”

With that she pushed through your centre, slowly and gently sinking inside of you, savoring every blissful moan you let out.

She very nearly lost herself as you jerked against her but she resisted the rough thrust you were so clearly asking for. Your pathetic, little mewls, music to her ears.

She bottomed out inside of you, letting you adjust, letting you enjoy being filled. Then quicker than you could process she pulled out and slammed back in.

You cried out, but Rio wasn't slowing down this time, pounding you again and again with deep, unapologetic thrusts.

“You're mine. You hear that? Say it.”

“I'm yours, Rio.” You choked out, voice bouncing with her pistoning hips.

“Yeah, you’re mine. My good girl.”

She leant forward, her breasts flush against your back, as she sank her teeth into your shoulder, leaving behind a delightful sting.

Rio wasn't usually one for quickies but tonight she'd make an exception. There was a desperation inside of her stronger than mere lust. She had to see you cum.

She twisted her arm around your hip so she could work your clit, rubbing in a frenzy. “Tell me you want me.”

“Want you. Need you.”

“Then cum for me Baby, I know you can do it.”

Rio was nothing short of amazing. The concentrated skill on your clit and the near supernatural speed of her thrusts unraveled you like only she could.

Your mouth fell open and your walls clenched around her in a strangling hold as lust threatened to burn you alive.

“God! Rio!”

You came all over her and right on cue she emptied her cock inside of you, filling you to your very core with what felt like neverending ropes of cum, trapped inside of you by her refusal to pull out.