#agnes x reader

AGNES DEMILLE

⛦ Typically she’s the one surprising you—but on the rare occasion it’s the other way around, she couldn’t be more flustered. Her cheeks glowing a bright red that matches with her ginger hair.

“So you managed to sneak up on me, huh?” She murmurs meekly. The next time she gets the chance, she’ll make sure you feel the same.

ENID SINCLAIR

‪‪❤︎‬ The absolute QUEEN of PDA. She loves randomly running up and hugging you from behind, or giving you a small peck on the cheek before heading to her next class. So she couldn’t be happier when you reciprocate.

Her reaction would be much different than normal since she loves physical touch, but she would give you a big warm smile.

But she had no wish to drain you of your powers like she did everyone else. A pretty thing like you didn’t deserve that fate, she was sure. As Agatha led you and the makeshift coven out into a field, she leaned in close to you. “Don’t do what they do.” She whispered quickly, before resuming her position at the front of the group. You looked at her, confused, but her face told you not to ask questions.

Agatha began the speech she’d recited many times before. She smiled at the admiration across your face, your girlish wonder exciting her. You couldn’t help it, you found her captivating. She was still wearing her stage getup, and the leather outfit combined with her tousled hair meant she had your undivided attention.

All of you listened intently before singing the song you all knew by heart. But at the end, no door emerged. You could feel the crush of disappointment and you saw Agatha’s mouth twist into a scowl. “Never have I met such a useless coven of witches.”

Her clear disdain stung, and you could tell the other witches were getting upset. “Come on,” Agatha growled. “Did you learn your craft from the Bible?”

Hands began glowing as the other witches’ anger rose from her jibes. Agatha caught your eye and shook her head almost imperceptibly, and you held off on bringing forth your own magic.

Colourful beams of energy began hitting Agatha, but the witch seemed to be undisturbed. The intensity of the magic hitting her increased, and she stretched out her arms as if she was taking it in. You hardly registered what was happening before the rest of the witches slumped to the ground, their lifeless husks at your feet.

You gasped in horror, looking down at the once-alive witches. “How did that- Did you-?”

Agatha feigned her own disappointment as she closed the gap between the two of you. “It’s so unfortunate but this happens sometimes.” She sighed, shaking her head. “The Road can be fickle, and witches aren’t patient creatures. I’ve had to learn to be defensive, Y/N.”

Agatha eyed you, trying to gauge your reaction, as your expression morphed from fear to sadness. Seeing you like this only fuelled her desire, and she smirked to herself as she wrapped an arm around you.

“Why don’t we get away from this, hm?” She asked. You nodded, and with a wave of her hand you two were in what you figured was her trailer.

Agatha motioned for you to sit on the couch as she poured a glass of liquor for the both of you. You accepted gratefully before downing it, wincing slightly at the burn.

“I’m sorry about earlier, doll. I’m trying to improve the ability to conjure the Road…but until then, it’s what I have to do.” Agatha studied your face, her gaze catching on the pout of your lips.

You grabbed her hand in yours and gave it a squeeze. “That must be so difficult.”

“Yes,” Agatha put on a frown. “So difficult.” Ever the actress, she willed her eyes to brim with tears.

“Oh, Agatha,” your expression was plain sympathy, and it took everything in Agatha to not cackle at how easy this was. “I’m so sorry.” You leaned in to give the older witch a hug. Agatha could feel desire coiling within her as she wrapped her arms around you, breathing in your scent.

As you pulled away from the hug, Agatha brought a hand up to brush hair away from your face. Her fingers came to rest on your chin lightly, forcing you to hold her intense gaze. “Don’t be sorry, pretty girl.”

Slowly, she brought her mouth to yours and you found yourself sinking into the kiss. Agatha’s lips were hungry, dominating, and you moaned when her tongue slipped into your mouth.

Agatha pulled away suddenly, and she revelled in how you leaned in, chasing the feeling of her lips. She stood up and sauntered over to the bed at the other end of the trailer, dropping the leather jacket she was wearing to the floor. She continued stripping her clothes as she climbed onto the bed. Settling herself between the pillows, she looked at you expectantly. “Coming, doll?”

You felt your breathing quicken as you made your way over to her naked form, illuminated softly by the lights on her vanity. Before you could get on the bed, Agatha stopped you. “Ah, ah,” she tutted, motioning with her hand for you to take off your clothes.

Heat rose in your cheeks as you began stripping your clothes off for her. You could see Agatha watching intently, lips parted, as you pulled your panties down your legs before unclasping your bra.

Agatha hummed in approval as you crawled towards her before straddling her lap. Her mouth met yours again, hungrily, and both of your moans filled the small space. She maneuvered under you so that you were straddling one of her legs now, and you groaned at the pressure against your bare pussy.

“Oh,” Agatha smirked as you began grinding down onto her thigh, your slick slowly dripping out of you. “Feels good doesn’t it bunny?”

Biting your lip, you nodded furiously. “Use your words.” Agatha said, grabbing your chin to force your mouth open.

“Yes,” you cried out. “Feels so good.”

Agatha began trailing wet kisses along your jaw. You felt her lick a stripe along your neck with her tongue before she made her way to your tits. Eagerly, she sucked and nibbled at your nipple, using her hand to pinch the other. Agatha looked up at you and could tell you were close. “Come for me, baby. Come on my thigh.”

You groaned as waves of pleasure rocked through you, and you brought your mouth back down to Agatha’s. The older witch moaned, and her hands gripped your waist as she guided you so that you were under her now.

Agatha began trailing kisses down your stomach, her tongue lazily drawing circles as she made her way to your center. Between your thighs, she nearly drooled at the sight of your glistening folds. She traced a finger along them, brushing your clit gently, laughing when you hissed. “Mm, don’t say you’re too sensitive for me now, bunny.”

Unable to hold herself back any longer, Agatha buried her face between your legs. Her tongue ran through your folds, collecting your juices. She hummed as she savoured the taste, your taste, before she slid two fingers into you and began pumping them in and out. “Fuck,” you groaned, the added sensation fuelling the pleasure building inside you.

Agatha marvelled at how your walls squeezed around her digits. Your moans were getting louder, and she wrapped her free arm over your hips, which were beginning to buck up against her. Her tongue swirled over and around your clit, and she picked up a pattern of sucking it into her mouth and releasing.

“Agatha,” you moaned. The older witch’s piercing gaze held yours as you came undone, your back arching off the bed. Agatha’s grip was strong and she held you in place while you rode out the waves of pleasure, her mouth not leaving your center.

As you came down from your high, Agatha moved up from between your legs. But before she could bask in the satisfaction of making you come again, you were straddling her.

“Up for round three already, pretty girl?” Agatha grinned from underneath you. You answered by meeting her mouth with yours, savouring the flavour of your juices. “I need to taste you,” you mumbled against her lips.

You helped her move onto her stomach so that her back was now to you. Agatha moaned softly as you trailed your tongue down her neck sloppily, your lips leaving marks behind. Your hand snaked its way down over her ass to her center, where you rubbed a finger through her folds before pushing it in.

Agatha grunted underneath you at the feeling of your fingers filling her aching hole. Her hands gripped the sheets as you slowly moved your fingers in and out. Your mouth continued its ministrations on the sensitive skin of her neck before nibbling at her ear lobe.

“Oh,” Agatha groaned as you quickened the pace of your fingers. You could feel her slick gathering on your hand as the sound of your fingers pumping into her filled the room. “God, yes, baby.”

You felt her walls clench around you as she came, but you were relentless. Before she could relax you were between her legs, arms under her hips to prop her onto all fours.

“F-fuck,” Agatha groaned when your tongue made contact with her folds. You slurped up her juices, probing her opening with your tongue before flicking her clit. Agatha’s face was pushed into the pillows, her back arched, as you circled her clit before sucking it into your mouth.

You felt her hand reach back and grip your hair, shoving your face deeper into her pussy. “Right there, don’t stop- agh, good, good girl.” Agatha cried out as her orgasm shook through her body.

Both of you panting, you collapsed next to her on the pillows. Agatha clasped your face, bringing you in for a deep kiss, her tongue gathering the remnants of her juices from your lips.

“Maybe I could help you,” you mumbled softly.

Agatha smirked. “Oh you’ve helped me plenty, doll.”

“No,” you giggled. “With the Road. I could try and help you in conjuring it.”

“Oh,” Agatha’s eyebrows raised. She’d nearly forgotten about that whole thing. “Yes, you’d be a huge help.” She grinned.

“You can’t keep me back here.” You snarl at the cop. She’s picked you up for ‘public indecency,’ as you were about to get fucked outside of a gay bar. Your friend getting away after scurrying in the alley. 

You’d been in the back of her cop car, handcuffed for the rest of her long night shift. Now it was well past five a.m, and you were scared.

Whatever this cop had planned, you were sure it wasn’t badge-worthy.

Agnes proved you right as she pulled up to her gross, dingy house in the middle of nowhere.

“What the fuck is this?” You shout between the caged wall separating you two. You were not about to be at the end of whatever stupid horror movie you’d walked into.

“You know, you should be thanking me. Little t dick boy like yourself. I took you out of a bad situation, you could have gotten a disease or something!” The cop slut shames you, and you balk at her.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” You scream, and the cop grunts and rolls her eyes as she gets out of the car.

Opening the back car door, you go to jump at her, only to find her gun in your mouth before you can fight back.

“You can be a good boy or a rotten boy. Either way, you’re gonna do what I want. Got it?” Her tone leaves no arguing, and neither does the weapon. 

Agnes pushes the barrel of the gun past your teeth and onto your tongue.

“Say ‘Yes, Daddy.’” The cop ordered, and you grumbled with the metal in your mouth in response.

It appeased her enough.

“Good boy, now then. What’s with all this crap?” She scowls glancing at your attempt at a goth outfit for the club.

You don’t respond, and her disgust is clear.

“Get inside, take it off.” She grabs you back by the bath of your hair, and you fall to your knees as she just about drags you around the house to an old storm cellar. Like the ones in fucking ‘The Wizard of Oz’ or some shit.

She opens the door and throws you down into it.

Her own boots thumping as she walks down the steps and shuts the doors.

One light bulb in the room swings as she clicks it on.

You’re on a gross, dirty floor in some doomsday-like prepper's cellar. 

Agnes places the gun in the front of her work dickies and moves to the corner.

You're moving on your knees now, and that’s when you hear the metal spicket creak.

The water hits you so fast you splutter.

“Open your mouth, you dirty fucking whore. I bet you sucked cock in there too, didn’t you? Huh? A blowie in the bathroom for a few bucks?” Agnes adds and you try not to throw up as she hits you in the face with the force of the hose's spray.

You lie flat on your back and gasp as Agnes police officer's boot comes down on your crotch.

You shiver and cough up water.

“Take it off.” Officer O’Connor repeats, and you shiver from the cold but become obedient.

Lifting the shirt off, she can see what she’s working with.

“The dirty pants next.” Agnes adds, and lifts her boot as you shimmie out of the dirty short shorts and the jockstrap. 

You were naked, and Agnes kicked the wet wad of clothes aside like it was trash.

“Look at how hairy you are. What a fucky furry little boy.” Agnes says then steps on your thigh, pinning you.

You shiver with fear as water drips off you. 

Agnes thumbs the hose to get a stronger spray as she jets it onto your pussy.

You squirm u comfortable as the cop directs it onto your clit.

“You dirty boy, you like that, don’t you? You’re so disgusting. You like it when Daddy washes you? You think your little clit deserves my hand to wash it? No, not after you were out whoring yourself!” Agnes screams, and you’re sure you’ve gone to hell now.

“Get on your stomach, you filthy cunt slut.” Agnes tells you and you stare frozen up at her.

She takes out her gun and fires it into the corner and you almost pee yourself.

“DADDY SAID GET ON YOUR STOMACH? WHAT FAG YOU NEVER PLAY SIMON SAYS?” DADDY SAID ROLL OVER, BOY!” Agnes yells and you do it so fast.

You feel the pieces of sharp gravel cut your knees. 

“Good, now put your face is the mud, and your ass in the air.” Agnes adds and you hear metal, was it a buckle.

You make the wrong move, turning to see Agnes has…has a real dick. Not like the ones you put in your gym shirt.

And not like the gay guy who was going to fuck you outside. 

It was big and uncut, it was thick and veiny and already leaking.

Whatever officer O'Connor was into for play, you must have been giving her.

There was something even more fucked up as a trans person about to be violated by another. 

But as Agnes saw your dirty face looking up at her she kicked your ass check with her boot and you fell forward clumsily.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?” The cop screamed at you and tears fell down your face.

“I-I’M SORRY OFFICER!” 

“You’re sorry? No baby boy, you’re sorry for whoring yourself out. But don’t you worry, Daddy’s gonna clean you up and teach you what’s right.” Agnes says, calmer now, and you shudder as snot drips from your nose into the dirt. 

“I’ll-I’ll be good - please.” Your murmur and Agnes takes the hose and point it into your asshole. You yell and squirm away only for Agnes to get on the floor and wrestle you into submission. 

She alternated between water in your asshole and against your cunt.

The force of the water made you raw and swollen. 

It violated you in every way.

Even in the dirt and the water, you could smell Agnes' cock, the musty scent of her balls. Her sweat after wrestling with you in the dirt.

You cried and shivered and sat in your own dirty water on the cellar floor.

Until Agnes shut off the water, you stayed still, no fight in you.

“You don’t look like a boy anymore. No, you look like some sort of mutt I found in the woods. Is that what you are, baby? Not a boy, not with those nipples and that pink cunt. You’re a god damn bitch, a dog. Little stray in the mud, no one to pick you up. That’s it, I’m right aren’t I?” Agnes told you and you didn’t respond, just lay there limp.

“You choose what’ll it be, boy or bitch dog?” Agnes asked, and something about the way she was gripping her cock made you terrified of answering wrong.

You swallowed the dirty water and thought for a moment.

If this is how the cop treated boys, maybe you didn’t want to be one anymore.

Your bloody knees and raw holes.

“B-bitch dog.” You say into the mud.

Your dirty body, no longer your own.

Agnes grunts and fists her cock harder. 

“Prove it.” She said, and you sniffled, but something inside of you knew what was being asked.

“Come on bitch pup, prove to Daddy,” Agnes said through clenched teeth and you wanted to survive this, needed to.

You tried to leave your body as you hoisted your shoulders up, and stayed low, crawling forward.

Some primal part of you knew.

You crawled closer, and sat on your heels, right in front of Agnes' cock.

“Open, let me see that puppy tongue. You need your dinner, and want Daddy to give you some protein. Come on, puppy, show me you're hungry for thick meat.” 

Agnes slaps her cock against the outside of your cheek, it hits with a thud.  The skin on her shaft is pressing against the soft side of your cheek. You hadn’t grown facial hair yet. So Agnes' cock moved smoothly over your cheek, humiliating. 

Then she pushed her foreskin up and back, the tip dropping a dollop of cum creamy right on your tongue. 

Instantly salty, you whimpered, something about wanting this to be the way you had hoped your night would end didn’t make any of this easier. 

Agnes growled, and the semen slid with your saliva off your tongue like a waterslide onto the floor. 

Agnes slapped your face with her hand now, hard enough for you to lose your balance. 

“YOU WASTED IT!” Agnes growled, the dim light shining off of her badge, still wearing the top half of her uniform. 

Your bottom lip quivers as you wait for what punishment would be tolled out for such a disappointment. 

“D-Daddy I’m sorry.” You tried, and Agnes moved forward and you flinched back too slowly. 

Grabbing your ankle, she uses a strength only an active duty cop would possess to manhandle you. 

Your body slides against the wet mucky floor until your further into the darker corner. Handling you like a sack of potatoes. A thing.

You hiccup as you start to hyperventilate, seeing metal, you think this is the end. 

Only for Agnes to reach into the dark and open a drawer, a metal collar coming into view. A collar fit for a mangey mutt who couldn’t listen to basic directions. 

“N-No-No!” You cry out, and Agnes grabs your ankle harder and twists. 

“Nu-uh dogs bark. Be a good dog, come on slut, bark for Daddy. See if you’re too stupid to listen again, see what I do next.” Agnes warned and your whimpers turned into little animal noises. 

Agnes shook her head and you tried again. 

Making little yipping noises and then the cop laughed. 

“You really do need training, don’t you.” Agnes added, disappointed you couldn’t do anything right. 

Her cock slapped hard up against her uniform and you were sure even if you reached out and licked her balls - the officer wouldn’t stop her torture. 

“Woof-woof.” You barked but the tears were no longer invisible compared to the dripping wet water down your naked form. 

Agnes put a collar on you fit for a pound dog. 

It was tight and it cut into your neck, but it didn’t matter. 

The cop wasn’t done, and whatever cut the leather might have done into your skin would only further the reality that you were making a mess. A mess O’Connor would make you clean up. 

Her hand moved into an old workbench, yanking out a fluffy tail butt plug. 

You scrambled back but it was to no avail, Agnes grabbed your collar and tisked at you. 

Linking your collar to a heavy chains that connected deep into the dark cellar. Obviously your new home. 

“WOOF WOOF!” You yelled, and Agnes only laughed in delight as she flipped your body and spit between your ass cheeks as you bucked like a bronco. 

“You keep movin’-It’ll just hurt more,” Agnes adds, and another dribble of her seed leaks from her tip down onto your ass cheek. 

Proving she was having such a good night, finding a stray dog in an alley, in need of a good home. 

“BARK BARK BARK!” You scream as the bulb point of the anal plug moves against your tight hole. 

It’s dry, it’s forced, it hurts, and yet your pussy is coming alive in ways the stupid nightlife hadn’t come close to. 

“LOUDER PUPPY!” Agnes degraded with glee. The tail was rubber, black with a curl. 

It wasn’t big enough to do real damage, but boy, did she love how you were wiggling. 

Grabbing the chain connected to your collar, she yanked it hard down, and your neck jerked with it. 

“Puppy, you can do better than that! Daddy can’t reward such a pathetic boy in heat!” Agnes warned, and you cried and whimpered but kept making woofing noises. 

Your body was tired from fighting, slowed limply and your mouth dropped open as the plug moved to the thickest part through your anal ring. 

It ached and as if to make fun of you and the burn, the misery you were in. 

Agnes gave another loud spit that splat against your burning asshole. 

Lubricating it just a little, enough for your hole to clench the last bit out of reflex instead of arousal. 

Your hips jerk and the sound of your wet labia makes a squelching noise, and you want to die. 

“Puppy’s making a mess.” Agnes added, enjoying the humiliation. 

You turn to see she’s covered in dirt too now, as she stands up to enjoy the sight of you. The two of you look like mud wrestlers, it’s all over her uniform and face, she pushes it off her dick absantly as she stares at your tale. 

You fear how long she’ll keep you, and then the terrifying idea of what the officer would do once she was no longer interested. 

You have no more tears though, your legs burn, your asshole throbs. 

You have no more fight. 

“Wag your tail bitch boy.” Agnes tells you, the sound of her zipper as she peels off her uniform and sets it onto the cellar workbench.

Her tank top and sports bra peeled off last, you wonder where her workpants with that glock went. 

Would she forget about it, leave it in here with you?

Or would she put it in your pussy, make you ride the barrel while you licked her taint? 

You get a slap against your asscheek and you jump at the action. 

“Go on, wag your tail. I gave you a collar, a home, be grateful to Daddy. Wag that tail.” Agnes says and you look over your shoulder to where your chest and stomach is still in the wet mud. It’s caking onto your body and your scared the damn hose will come back out. 

Agnes slaps your other cheek this time, furious at your lack of response. 

Her knees come back to the floor and she spanks you over and over and over. 

You try to bark but it just comes out as sharp intake of breath and dry sob. 

Agnes is raising her big hand over her shoulder with momentum as it slams down on your ass cheeks. 

You lose balance and your nose goes into the mud and you splutter and choke on the dirt in your mouth. 

“PUPPY WAG YOUR GOD DAMN TAIL OR ELSE!” Agnes says through clenched teeth and you stick your ass higher and she stops to see you - yes. 

Shaking your butt back and forth only to early a harsh slap to your cunt.

It’s already so sore that you shiver from the sensation. 

“Use your asshole stupid dog, come on.” Agnes adds and you understand, you clench your sore ass the best you can only to hear your first words of praise. 

“That’s it, that wasn’t so hard puppy. There you go, keep it up.” Agnes adds and you hear skin slapping, the cops breathing changes. 

“Don’t-waste it this-timeee.” Agnes grunts harshly and you feel warm splat on your labia, sticking in your pubic hair but not going inside. 

Uh-oh. 

“Fucking mutt!” Agnes yells and stands up, pushing her dirty hair up her forehead. 

You’d failed again, on purpose from your Daddy naturally. How were you meant to catch all her seed when she’d just marked you, not even going inside. 

But…did you -did you want her to?

You made whimpering doggie sounds, crying dog noises. 

You realized you hadn’t even been deemed worthy of her cock, and so you raised your ass and wagged your tail. 

“BAD DOG!, YOU DIRTY FUCKING THING!” Agnes yelled at you louder than another human had ever done. 

She stood grabbing her clotches and gun and your eyes doubled in size, she stretched up to the light bulb. 

“Sit in here and think about what a bad dog you are, and maybe if you behave I’ll feed you more protein, fucking whore.” Then she clicked the light out and stomped up the steps, you saw the outside for one more second before the cellar doors shut. 

And then you were left in the dark, in mud, in cum, with a heavy collar and chain.

Your ass still in the air caked in the cops fluids. 

Your tail still up curled, as you cleneched and waged it back and forth. 

Desperate to be a good dog. 

With shaky hands and ringing ears you carefully opened the door, the sight of candles all around the hall and into the living room making you shake your head, no, no no no no no, three years, three years of relationship, this couldn’t be happening, right? He wouldn’t throw it all away, not like that, right? Your mind was playing with you, it had to be that.

Slowly, you made your way to said living room, the moans and grunts getting louder, and your heart pace getting quicker, and then you saw it, you were’t crazy, it was really happening “You motherfucker” your hoarse voice causing the room fall silent, your now, ex boyfriend, throwing the blonde girl off his lap, watching as she immediately put her clothes on and ran through the door, you didn’t care a bit about her.

You only focused how he made his way to you, the noises of him trying to talk to you into a pit of lies sounded blurry.

“Honey, it’s not what it looks like I swear” mhm… what a cliche lie,

“It’s her fault! She seduced me” great try, another one, 

“I’m so sorry, my love” huh, that was a good one… no,

“It’s not my fault you’re never home to get me off, I had to find someone else!” oh there was it, that son of a bitch.

Everything went red, you weren’t conscious of what you were doing, throwing everything your hands reached at him, screaming how much of a stupid fucker he was, not even trying to hide it, doing it in your own fucking home! And you didn’t realize one of the many things you threw at him was one of the big candles he set, hitting against the curtains.

It happened too fast, there was fire everywhere, and you stood there, frozen in the middle of the living room, staring at the burnt out wall, realizing what a stupid thing you did, I mean you didn’t even love him, you never did, but you trusted him, and you felt fucking betrayed. 

It wasn’t until a big flame got into your view you got out of your shock and ran out of the house, a police car already waiting for you.

And now here you were, sat in the interrogation room, leg shaking with anxiety and your heel kicking the floor repeatedly, staring at the door as if someone would appear faster. You’ve been waiting like 20 minutes already, and you knew there was only one person in the police office at this hour so you didn’t understand why she was making you suffer like this.

It’s something she have always loved to do.

As those thoughts ran through your head the door opened, revealing the brunette woman, she leaned against the door after closing it, studying you for a moment, she tried to grasp everything around her head, trying to understand the reason behind all of this “I’m very curious… what made you burn your house down and nearly killing you and your boyfriend?”

You scoffed and the last word “not my boyfriend, not after tonight” your words sounded furious and… painful, you squirmed in the chair, feeling quite uncomfortable “I didn’t mean to ok? You know I’m not that crazy” 

Agnes and you had a… situationship in the past, you both wanted more, wanted a serious relationship but her work and schedule were a problem, you barely saw her once a week or two causing you to argue a lot, so you both decided to part ways and stay friends, it was the best for both of you.

Or that’s what you wanted to believe anyway.

The older woman hummed, detaching herself from the door and sitting on the chair in front of you “I know” of course she knew, she knew you weren’t capable of hurting a flower “that’s why I’m asking you” 

You looked up at her from your fidgeting hands “I caught that fucker cheating, alright? I-I got furious and started throwing things at him and maybe… accidentally, I threw him a lit candle” replaying the scene in your head you let out a giggle, seeing his stupid face was worth it after all “but honestly Agnes? I don’t regret a thing”

Well… maybe you were a little crazy.

She fought back a smirk, she couldn’t blame you, he deserved it, she always knew that bastard wasn’t good for you, and if she had found out about it before she would have done the same thing, or worse, no one but she can mess with her girl “well, I’m sorry” she wasn’t, at all “but I’m afraid you have to spend the night in the tank”

What? No

No way you were gonna spend a second in that hell hole.

And just like that, an idea crossed your mind, it was risky but you knew very well it would work, for both of you.

“But… Aggie” you whined, looking at her with doe eyes, yes… you were playing that card “you know I’m a good girl” she flinched in surprise, feeling your foot caress her leg under the table. 

Those eyes, those fucking eyes.

You were playing a dangerous game, but oh… two can play this game and she hates to lose.

Without saying a word she got up, slowly making her way around the table, you watched her intently, like a prey watching her hunter’s next move, and then suddenly you let out a gasp, she threw your chair back with a kick, caging you between her arms, resting them on each side of the chair.

“Are you? Because I only remember you being a fucking brat” she was so close, so close you could smell her woody perfume, her breath against your face, fuck how you’ve missed her, every smell, every touch, every word of hers.

No one could ever compare to Agnes.

“And I remember you loving it… you loved to fuck the brattiness out of me, you loved to shut me up shoving your dick in my mouth” your hand carefully ran up her leg, watching her breath hitch you never took your eyes off hers, and just as you reached her crotch you felt something hard, making you bite you lip “you haven’t changed a bit Agnes, always packing around with that purple d-” 

She didn’t let you finish, grabbing you by the throat, shoving you up and against the wall, earning a huffed grunt from you and grabbing her wrist for support.

There she was, the rough Agnes you always loved, how she lost control of herself because of you, it made you weak on the knees, your mind already fogging into submission, but you had to fight it back, you wanted to test her limits, to totally break her, and let her break you from the inside in return.

On her end she knew she should tease you further, see how far you were capable of going but she was so weak for you, all this time apart from you, trying to find you in other girls but there wasn’t anyone like you, she only wanted you, she needed you, like she knew you needed her.

“You’re playing a dangerous game you know you’ll lose to here, pet”

God, you loved when she called you that, her pet, her plaything, her doll to play around anytime and anywhere she wanted. 

No.

Focus.

Break her.

“Is that the best you can do Aggie? Aww, maybe I was wrong, maybe you’ve lost your spark” 

Yes, yes, yes, that was the look you were searching for, that rough, primal look that sent you into a subspace without hesitation, you were ready to take whatever she wanted to give you.

Agnes pushed her leg between yours, pressing against your center, watching as your face squirmed in pleasure, she always found it fascinating how she could pull these kind of reactions out of you with such little actions “you really think you’re in control here, hm?”

You both knew the answer, you both knew there was no way you could take control.

“A-Agnes, is this really the place to do this?” Your voice came out hushed and shaky, your mind fighting to get a hold of itself.

The older woman chuckled darkly at your state “oh please, don’t tell me you’re chickening out now doll” and she knew you were right, the interrogation room was no place for this but she knew too neither of you were gonna be capable of waiting another second. 

She would deal with the consequences later.

Her hand on your throat loosened, letting you breathe for a bit, they travelled down your figure, stopping on your waist, her eyes burning into yours, you saw her expression change for a moment “you have no idea how much I missed you”

Shit, this wasn’t in your plan.

You gulped, trying to loose the nervous knot in your throat “I missed you too, every fucking day” your voice came out in a whisper, as if you were telling her your deepest secret, and maybe it was. 

Agnes pulled you close, her hands tightening around your waist as if you were going to disappear from her grasp, she had to make sure this was real and not just a dream.

Your lips ghosted against hers, your hands caressing her face, eyes still locked on each other, both of you trying to search for any sign of regret “are you sure you want this?” that made you nod eagerly “I need words baby”

“Yes, yes Aggie, I want you… I need you”

And then her lips were on yours, it was slow and sweet at first, both of you trying to savour the moment after all these years apart, but just as a moan escaped your lips Agnes lost it, her tongue asking for entrance licking your lip, you immediately let her, submitting to her, letting her take control of the kiss. 

You were always so good to her, always her good girl.

She walked backwards until her legs hit the table turning you both around “up” she simply said patting your hip softly, causing your puffy lips break into a smile, and of course you obeyed her, hopping on the table before grabbing her by the collar and smashing your lips against hers again.

Your impatient hands deciding to rip her flannel shirt after various failing attempts unbuttoning it, the action making the older woman to laugh against your lips “you’re buying me a new one” 

You huffed “you have plenty of those, officer” she smirked at the new title.

“Cute, but I like the old title better” her hands making their way into your pencil skirt, stroking your inner thighs, realizing how much she missed your soft and warm skin, how she missed having those thighs around her head, clenching and unclenching with every one of her touch.

“Okay… daddy” 

And just with that her whole mind went feral, grabbing the slit of your skirt she ripped it in two, making you gasp and looking at her in disbelief “well, now we’re even” before you could spit back at her she cupped your cunt, your head falling back with a moan “fuck, did I make you this wet, pet?” She bit her lip, rubbing the wet spot on your thong with her fingers. 

“You know you always do, even only the thought of you does” That stroked her ego, thinking how you got this messy only thinking of her, after all this time, it made her even more eager to ruin you.

You watched her as she got on her knees, your breath hitching as she travelled your thighs with kisses, pushing your legs apart so she could tease you further but never where you really wanted her. 

You knew what she wanted, teasing you like that, playing with the stripes of your thong with her fingers, but you just whined, grabbing her head attempting to push her to your center but she just sat back, looking at you with a raised eyebrow “come on… it’s not that hard to ask me nicely if you want it that bad, doll”

Groaning desperately, your mind trying to fight back the words you just stared at her with heavy breath, her eyes watching your every desperate move, knowing very well the fight that was going on in that pretty head of yours.

And she knew exactly how to get it out of you.

“Do it for me, pet, come on beg for daddy” she then continued with her kisses, now starting from your ankle, watching as you gripped the ends of the table tightly “be a good girl and beg for me to fuck you, sweet thing”

Your jaw hanged low, your eyebrows furrowing in total desperation.

Come on, you just have to say the word.

Be a good girl.

Her good girl.

“Please” 

It came out shaky, her kisses stopping to look at you “please, please fuck me Aggie”

Yes, much better. 

She had you just where she wanted you “there you are, my good girl”

Then you both rushed to discard your thong and the ripped skirt before she locked your legs around her shoulders, finally burring her head in your center, giving your clit a long lick that had both of you moaning, your hand flying to her hair, pushing her further into you, wanting to feel her even closer.

And she gladly did, wanting to get drunk of your taste, her skilled mouth nipping and sucking on your clit, loving every sound she pulled from you, holding your hips down as they desperately rolled towards her face. 

Your back arched into nothing as you felt her two fingers tease your entrance “fuck, daddy please” your submission making the older woman chuckle only of the vibrations to go right to your core, causing you to let out a strangled moan.

And deciding to put your suffering to an end Agnes slowly pushed her large digits inside you, feeling your legs tense around her head, her pace painfully slow, to focused on your face and reactions, your head almost snapping back as she curled her fingers inside of you, making you struggle to breathe at the amount of pleasure she was giving you.

She could never get enough of you, your intoxicating taste and addicting sounds, she could spend the rest of her life between your legs, driving you absolutely mad with just her mouth and fingers, feeling your warm hole, how you clenched and unclenched around her fingers trying to last a little more only to have her like this.

Quickening her pace, her got up, pulling you into a deep kiss as her thumb continued the abuse on your clit, swallowing your whines and moans and letting you taste yourself, her free hand making it’s way inside of your top, finding your nipple and pinching it between her finger, she always loved how you went braless everywhere, making it easier for her to access.

And when she felt your core clench harder, knowing you were already close to your orgasm, all her movements stopped “w-what are you doing?” you whined out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Shh, it’s ok” she kissed your temple “open your mouth”

Without hesitating for a second you obeyed, her fingers slipping in, making you instantly close your mouth and suck, watching as her lips parted and pupils darkening in pleasure, your tongue playing with her fingers, cleaning them before she got them out, your mouth letting out a ‘pop’ sound. 

She then suddenly pushed you off the table and turned you around, pressing your front against the cold surface, manhandling you in the position she wanted “you better keep your hands there” she said locking your hands on your back.

“I will, daddy” you bit your lip from giggling shaking your ass against the hard bulge in her pants, knowing the effect that action had on the woman. 

There was silence for a moment, you could feel her eyes on you, and then- 

slap!

You gasped in surprise, your body jumping forward “keep that up and it won’t be the only one” you felt her deep voice right in your ear, her hand caressing you red and itchy bottom cheek.

You couldn’t deny and say you didn’t like it, on the contrary, it felt fucking good, but right now you just wanted her to fuck you raw, so just nodded keeping in mind to bring that side of her another time. 

The sound of a belt unbuckling reached your ears, your heartbeat fastening in excitement and your legs rubbing against each other for some friction yes please, please, please, your hands twitched, needing to grab onto something, or to feel her under your touch “keep. them. there.” 

It was easy, right?

Wrong.

You swallowed a whine in anticipation, feeling her hand running down your back, stopping on your waist, and just as you felt her rub against your entrance your hands flew to grab the table for support “oh… my poor pet…” she roughly grabbed your wrists, and after a second you felt something cold around them, and then a click “you asked for it” 

Did she just put her handcuffs on you? Fuck, you shouldn’t find it as hot as you found it.

She took advantage of that distraction to push herself inside of you, watching your whole body squirm in pain and pleasure while a loud moan escaped your lips, stilling for a moment, letting you adjust to her size, and it only took her seeing your hips start to push back into her to slide out almost entirely before roughly pushing into you again, the table cracking at the action “fuck!” 

She kept her rough but slow pace, the sounds of your moans and whines getting louder, oh how she missed having you like this, all fucked out because of her, your little brain only filled with her and the pleasure she was giving you. 

You felt her hand interlock into your hair, and in a sudden move your back was flushed against her front, both of you seeing your reflexion in the mirror on the wall “look at you… already so ruined and I just started fucking you” you clenched around the strap, wishing she could feel how your body reacted to her words, but she could see it, she saw how your breath stopped for a second, how your eyes closed with a cute little frown on your eyebrows.

Her free hand made it’s way around your throat, squeezing it just the right amount to make your mind fog, your moans fighting to get out as her pace quickened, but it wasn’t enough, you needed more “p-please” you managed to let out, looking at her through the reflexion.

Just like she could read your mind she removed her hand from your hair and painfully slow travelled down your body, rubbing and pinching your nipple, scratching your lower stomach, before finally making you roll your eyes back, pressing your clit between her fingers, while her dick hit that right spot it had you seeing stars. 

The obscene sounds of your skin against hers and your strangled breath turning the older woman on more than she would admit, her praises in your ear as she abused your clit faster “Good girl… you’re doing so good for daddy”

Your legs already shaking, the knot on your lower stomach getting harder to hold “d-daddy please, please let me cum” your almost pornographic moans getting more desperate by the second “fuck- please I’m so close!”

“Cum for me” it only took those words from her to reach your orgasm, your lips parting in an ‘o’ shape, summing all over her strap.

She slowed her pace, helping you through your orgasm, only stopping when your limb body fell on the cold table, making you shudder.

She let you catch your breath for a second, stroking your back up and down before she stood you up again, turning you around to see your fucked out face.

You opened your eyes to look at her smirking face, causing you to chuckle “hi” you whispered, closing the gap between your lips, both of you humming “are you gonna uncuff me now, officer?” 

“Not yet” she pecked your lips lovingly again before looking at you, with those demanding eyes “on your knees” 

You stared at her for a second, your breath hitching once again in anticipation, and slowly you got on your knees before her, watching her with doe eyes “you know what to do, clean your mess doll” and that you did, your tongue darting out to lick her shaft from the base, never taking your eyes off hers, slowly taking the large, purple dick into your mouth.

Her hand rested on your cheek, her thumb softly wiping away a tear that fell from your eye, her shaft hitting the back of your throat “breathe beautiful, through your nose” she hummed as she held your face down, enjoying having you like this again, your mouth full of her, struggling to breathe and those beautiful tears on your face. 

So fucking obedient for her.

When you started to cough around her she finally pulled out, helping you get up, and sitting you on the table while uncuffing you, her lips kissing all over your face as you recovered, your hands fisting on her navy blue tank top as soon as they were free “you did so good for me, sweetheart” she whispered against your lips, making you smile. 

“Thank you Aggie” 

You rested your forehead against hers, both of you savoring the sweet moment, her hands tightly around your waist in a possessive and protective way.

These were the moments you missed the most, her sweet self taking care of you, making sure you were ok like she didn’t just fuck your brains out a minute ago.

It was almost comical.

“So… officer, am I still spending the night in the tank?” She laughed at that, kissing your forehead softly, you were insufferable.

“Thinking about it… it will be the best if you spend the night at my place” you bit your lip suppressing a smile, you were too excited to wake up in the morning next to the older brunette woman “what do you think?”

“I’d love to” you whispered before pulling her into a loving kiss.

She helped dressing up again, giving you a pair of sweats she had in her office, and when you were gonna leave her office she grabbed you hand, pulling you flush against her.

She stared at you trying to get the words out, you could see the fight she was having in her mind projected in those blue eyes, so you planted a soft kiss on her nose, your hands caressing her cheeks trying to calm her thoughts, and then she said it.

“Be mine”

Your eyes locked, her eyebrows furrowing in worry as you took a second to reply, but when your lips broke into a smile she knew the answer.

"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.

So after questioning Enid multiple times. He came up with a cute tooth rotting way to confess. A crumbled letter stuffed into the sleeve of your backpack.

“Eugene!” you scanned the classroom for a sign of the boy who had just blankly confessed. Yet─all that remained was his shadow following him out the room─steps echoing through the rabid halls of nevermore.

You puffed your cheeks—letting out a rather dramatic sigh.

Your gaze shifted downwards towards the letter in your hand─before shifting to the seat Eugene hand sat in.

How was he going to confess and then leave you─alone.

“Ahem!” Professor Orrlof, cleared his throat─demanding for your attention. “Class is dismissed!” His wrinkled lips formed into an unreadable sneer.Your clenched your backpack string─throwing the rather heavy bookbag over your shoulder—storm fully trotting out the dusty classroom.

Two hours after the confession letter came lunch─your eyes scanned the outside benches where Eugene normally found himself seated on, yet he was nowhere to be seen. It seemed as if the boy had ceased to exist. Since looking for him was no help─you had decided to go for direct confrontation.

“Pugsley!” You called out from across the hall—contracting you a few stares

.Pugsley stopped in his tracks─moving his head towards the source─you.

“Yes?” he questioned─a hand on his hip as his other hand clutched his Álgebra book.

“Have you seen Eugene?"

“Oh yeah, he's taking care of slur─Our plant for science"

Your brows formed into a furrow─doubting the words of the boy in front of you.─Yet you weren't going to waste your dignity over some honesty.

So, you resorted to camping out in his dorm─though that would most likely get you in grave trouble.

After the tiring class─you stepped confidently through the dorm halls, feet tapping against the carpeted floors─than Eugene's door. Clenching the door rusted door handle. closing your eyes shut.

“It's me, ____. Can I come in?” you questioned hesitantly─putting your ear intentively as rattles and buzzings echoed through your auricle.

“Y─yes!” Eugene stumbled over his words nervously, causing a hushed chuckle to flee your lips.

You twisted the doorknob─sliding the door open. “I like you too” A slight flush appeared on your cheeks─avoiding eye contact with Eugene, who seemed to be frozen in place.

AA SORRY I TOOK LONG TO DO UR REQUEST LIFE IS HArd! If you sent a request I'll do it. dont worry just a little busy.

kinda rushed sorry

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