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Rio has been coming to The Trap for a few years now, a dusty, paint-peeling off the walls, sticky floored dive bar on the outskirts of town. The kind of place you throw back a couple of beers, watch idiots tussle and then watch them leave, arms around each other's shoulders laughing an hour later. The walls are adorned with framed photos, half with the glass cracked from one too many bodies slammed against them, from fights or on a lot of occasions horny drunks, giving the place a show before sneaking into the grimy bathrooms for a quick fuck. But still she loves it, loves the smell of smoke that lingers in the air, the way the music is always shaking the windows and the laughter that rings through the nights.

It’s rare she finds herself wandering in during the week, usually spends her Saturday nights here when it's busiest, letting it drown out the long week she had. However it’s Thursday, she’s had a long day and at twenty-four years old throwing some beers back on a weekday won’t kill her. Or so she thought.

She can hear the music slipping out into the street as she parks up her bike, a few people linger out front, cigarettes in hand, Rio nods at them as she makes her way inside. She has made a few acquaintances since she started coming, regulars recognise her and slap her on the back, she’s got used to that, stopped wincing at the unwanted touch a few months in, now it feels welcoming.

She makes her way through the small crowd, dipping into the bathroom, the mirror sits at an angle, she straightens it out of habit like it’s her own home and gives herself a once over as she washes her hands. Her hair has gotten longer now, brushing the back of neck, it’s messy from her helmet, she runs her fingers through it, she feels good. The recent impulse to get an eyebrow piercing is finally growing on her. Adjusting her jacket, giving herself one last glance then heads out for that well needed beer.

“I wish they would stop letting Agatha play this Chappell Roan bullshit.”

Rio strains her ears as she walks towards the bar, The Giver fills the room, a few are into it but the rest look like they would rather be anywhere else. This is not the usual music that gets played on the weekends and it’s clear the disgruntled customers are hoping the speakers might give out.

Rio chuckles softly as she reaches the bar, her next thought jumping to who this Agatha is but as if summoned a new face greets her.

“And what can I get for you handsome?” The stranger purrs.

Rio is not one to be taken back, to be surprised, always seems to calculate the next move she makes, ready for anything.

But right now? Right now Rio is crashing the fuck out.

The stranger stares at her expectantly, piercing blue eyes narrow as a smirk creeps across her lips, her wild hair framing her face is flicked over her shoulders as she leans forward, propping her elbows on the bar, settling her chin into her hands, waiting.

“Uh” Rio manages to stutter out.Great, really fucking smooth Vidal.

“Hm don’t think we have that on tap” The stranger replies, pushing herself back off the bar, a laugh struggling not to escape her lips.

Rio’s throat feels dry and just as she thinks she can maybe just maybe get her shit together and squeak out the word ‘beer’, her eyes betray her, they move from the bar tenders face and fall to her chest and linger a second too long to be an accident, maybe long enough to be a little bit pervy before she manages to avert her eyes. Of course, instead of being normal and looking back at her face and playing it cool, Rio looks up at the ceiling and lets out a long breath. She only snaps back when the most infectious cackle comes from in front of her.

“You’re cute, no one ever tell you it’s rude to stare at a girl's tits before you tip her?”

“S-sorry, I-, wow” Rio can feel her face heating up, her palms are clammy, she really is not making this any better. “Charge me whatever you want for my crimes.”

“Crimes? You committed more than more? Or is that you paying forward for the ones you might commit later?” The bartender asks, leaning forward again, her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth playfully.

Rio laughs, feels herself relax, she presses her tongue to her cheek as she takes in the beautiful woman in front of her again, her sharp jaw juts out as she pouts waiting for a reply, her nose scrunched slightly and Rio feels paralysed in place not ready to move away from whatever this is.

“Depends, what might you find me guilty of?”

“Hm, I guess we might just have to find out.”

If Rio feels her pants get a little tighter after that, then well, god help her.

—

Somehow Rio ends up with a beer, she’s sure she blacked out at one point, her back now against the wall facing the bar, she watches her in what she thinks is a subtle way, it is not. ‘Her’ who she now knows is Agatha, who is occasionally looking her way with a smirk and a wink whenever Rio flusters to try and look anywhere else.

Rio tries to distract herself, making small talk with the regulars, isn’t even sure what they are talking about at points, the distraction is welcome because the way Agatha has looked at her the last few times she’s caught her eye has been torturous. Rio is struggling to hide the boner she’s had since she walked away from the bar and she isn’t sure she can take much more.

At around 10pm, Rio feels warm fingers drum against her wrist as she is lost in conversation, on instinct she flinches, she doesn’t instantly relax as she turns, Agatha stands, now with her arms crossed, eyebrows raised. The stare alone would bring stronger women to their knees.

“You know I have been standing here for two minutes waiting for you to notice me.”

Now it’s Rio’s turn to raise her eyebrows and she feels herself smirk. She had watched Agatha walk over here less than 20 seconds ago.

“You didn’t strike me as the type to wait for anyone.”

Agatha leans in a little closer, her lips inching closer to Rio’s ear.

“I don’t, but no one has ever got a hard on over me that quick before” she whispers, her fingers now wrapping around Rio’s wrist tugging her away from the wall. “You must be aching for relief after hours of watching me hm?”

Rio swallows hard, her feet move on their own, if she is being marched to her death, please don’t let it be quick.

The cool air hits sharply as they make it out front, it does nothing to cool the heat Rio feels spreading over her. Agatha’s fingers still hold tight as they make it out of the way of prying eyes, Rio feels the loss of touch instantly but gasps as two hands press her against brick.

“Should be illegal to walk around with something that big in your pants” Agatha groans as she shamelessly stares at Rio’s crotch. “I bet you’re good with it too.”

Rio lets out a long breath, her head hitting the wall, only feeling herself get harder at the attention she is getting. A hand comes to grip her chin harshly, pulling her back to the moment, her own hands that have been uselessly clinging to the wall come up to grip hips and she turns them in place, pressing Agatha flush to the building.

“So sure I would let you find out?”

Even as she says it she knows it’s pathetic, knows that Agatha can clearly feel how eager she is to show her.

“Oh, playing hard to get doesn’t suit you pretty boy, I bet I could make you come in your pants just talking about what I would let you do to me.”

Rio hisses as a hand reaches up and cups her through her jeans and a soft groan hits her ears as the hold grasps a little tighter.

“Fuck.”

“But” Agatha whispers. “I am a good girl and I think I’ll let you buy me a drink before I put your cock in my mouth.”

She presses a light kiss to the corner of Rio’s mouth before pushing her back with the hold on her crotch and slipping back around the building.

Rio can feel herself throbbing against the seam of her pants as she leans with her head against the wall. There is no way she can walk back in there this hard, there is no way she can’t walk back in there and miss out on finding out what kind of spell has been put on her.

—

Agatha leans over the pool table, skirt riding up her thighs, a black thong peeks through, Rio suddenly finds the flooring of interest to her. When she looks back up she is met with a smug looking Agatha.

“I potted the black” she grins.

“That means you lose, you know that right?” Rio asks, confused.

“Oh I know, can I ask you a question?”

Rio nods, still confused.

“What colour is my underwear?”

“Bla-” Oh shit. “I mea-.”

“I could have cheated and you wouldn’t have even noticed because you were too busy with your eyes on my ass” Agatha says playfully, as she makes her way to where Rio sits. “Were you thinking about what it would be like to bend me over the table and fuck me into it?”

Rio has been trying so hard to play it cool, even when she bumps against the wood of the table and a groan threatens to escape her throat. She thought she had been successful with how she plays it off. But the way Agatha looks at her now, hungry, almost needy, tells her she might not be doing as good a job as she thinks.

When hands settle on her thighs and Agatha drops to her knees in front of her, Rio feels like the room is spinning.

“You’re killing me” she breathes out, watching Agatha look up at her through her lashes.

“I haven’t even done anything yet.”

—

The bar closes, Rio feels herself wanting to pout at the thought of the night coming to an end, Agatha’s relentless flirting and teasing has her desperate to never feel another minute without it.

As they make their way out to where her bike is parked, she is stopped in her tracks as Agatha gasps and laughs loudly.

“Oh, of course,” She says with a teasing tone. “Ridiculously hot, eyebrow slit, leather jacket and a bike that looks too big for you to handle, please don’t tell me this all isn’t to make up for you being shit in bed?”

Rio laughs, like really laughs, the tension of the night finally coaxing the confidence she knows she has out of her, she whips Agatha round to face her and guides her back against the bike.

“Why don’t you ask nicely and maybe you can find out?”

“Oh, is that all it takes?” Agatha replies eyebrows raised, she runs her tongue across the top of her teeth as her hands come to pull Rio in closer. “A little, ‘please handsome take me home and show me how big it really is?’, is that what gets you going?”

Shit, apparently so.

“I thought you said you were a good girl?”

Agatha’s eyes shine at that, her hands now creeping up the front of Rio’s shirt, a quiet moan hits the air as her fingers meet toned muscles.

“You’re right, I would be so fucking good for you.”

The touch, the breathy tone of her voice, the way her breath feels hot against Rio’s neck, sends her spiralling, she might die if she doesn’t find out what she tastes like.

Her hand comes up and moves towards the back of Agatha’s neck, fingers lightly gripping hair as she tugs her head back until their lips are inches apart.

“Then show me” Rio growls softly.

If the world ended right then and there, Rio will have died with the biggest boner of her life and a smile on her lips.

Agatha tastes like beer and cigarettes but also sweet and addicting. The kiss is anything but graceful as they mold their mouths together, Rio’s tongue explores every inch it can, Agatha’s hands have wandered underneath her bra, teasing the soft skin there. Their both desperate, soft moans slip out every so often, only making them both pull in closer. Rio’s dick presses into the inside of Agatha’s thigh, she can feel how close she is, the pressure pulsing through her. She pulls back slowly, both their heavy breaths the only sound for miles.

Agatha moves her hands slowly back down, inching closer to where Rio needs her most, but just as she grazes the fabric of her pants Rio pulls her hand back gently.

“I am about ten seconds from making a fool of myself in a bar car park” Rio groans.

Agatha falls forward into her chest, her laugh muffled by the fabric, Rio feels her own laughter spilling out.

“God, I knew you would be easy, but this easy really?”

“Oh sorry for having eyes,” Rio scoffs. “Also, you have relentlessly teased me for hours, knowing full well the effect you were having.”

“I like the way you look at me.”

“How do I look at you?”

“Like you want to devour me whole.”

—

This whole night feels surreal, Rio grips the handles of her bike as the cold bites into her arms, she is half expecting to blink awake in bed and it all be a dream. But there is no way a dream could ever feel like this.

The streets are quiet, the only sound is the rev from the engine and Agatha’s excited laugh as they take turns a little too quickly. The hands holding onto her hips occasionally creep forward tracing soft lines against her crotch, Rio fighting for her life, accidentally speeds up as they make their way through the streets, Agatha’s laughter only gets louder.

As they approach Rio’s apartment, the anticipation of what is to come is almost overwhelming. The way Agatha looks as they step off the bike, wild eyed, pink cheeked, her hair untamed and a shit eating grin to top it all off.

Rio almost comes from the sight.

They successfully make it the whole way up to the apartment with minimal distractions. The door barely clicks but Rio has been waiting long enough, her hands pull Agatha in by the waist, just as their lips meet she moves them higher, gripping the leather jacket and helping her out of it, before moving to the fabric of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. Agatha doesn’t protest, her own hands come to do the same. Rio feels faint as she takes in the black lace that barely covers the tits she is eager to get her mouth on.

Agatha stands proudly, chest puffed out, lip between her teeth as she watches Rio take her in, as she inches closer, her own eyes wander as she lifts Rio’s sports bra up over her head and lets it fall behind them. Her hands come down to cup both tits and she presses her lips to Rio’s neck.

“God you’re incredible” she moans out as she brings her hands down and starts working on the button of Rio’s jeans, her mouth replacing her hands, tongue and teeth pressing against the skin of her chest.

Rio gasps as a hand reaches into her boxers and fingers trace down her length.

“Agatha” she warns. “You have seen the effect you’ve had on me, I want to see you.”

“It’s so much bigger than I realised, won’t you let me take care of you?” Agatha pouts, her grip tightening a little as she looks up at Rio, eyes blown wide, lips glistening with spit. “I want to see how big it feels in my mouth.”

Rio legs almost give out, she wants to say yes, wants to watch her fall to her knees and see how much she can take before she gags and the tears start streaming down her face.

She wants it so bad, she can feel herself twitch against Agatha’s hand as she starts moving her hand back and forth slowly.

“I-” Rio blows out slowly. “Let me take care of you first sweetheart.”

She brings her hand down, helping Agatha out from her boxers and lets her help pull her jeans off. Agatha clearly can’t do anything without pushing back, she crouches as Rio’s pants reach her ankles and looks up at her with a pout.

“Are you sure pretty boy, I am already down here after all.” she presses a kiss to the inside of Rio’s thigh.

Rio lets out a choked laugh as she grips under her chin to pull her back up, pressing her lips to Agatha’s and lets her tongue press against the back of her teeth, delighted with the way Agatha falls into, hands coming to cup Rio’s cheeks.

“I could get off just from this” Agatha mumbles against her.

“But I really want to taste you.”

“I do taste really fucking good.”
Agatha pulls back, the loss felt instantly. Rio almost trips as she steps out of her pants, her hands desperate to be back on warm skin, she pulls Agatha back into her until she is pressed hard against her cunt, her hands wander down and then trace up the back of her thighs, Agatha groans against her chest as she cups her ass and guides her towards the sofa.

As soon as Agatha’s legs hit something solid, Rio finds her way to unclip the bra that is restricting her view, as it falls away a pathetic moan escapes her throat.

“Fuck, you’re insane.”

Before Agatha can make any smart retort, Rio is on her, tongue flat out to run over her pierced nipples, taking one in her mouth, the other she teases lightly with her thumb, Agatha soft moans only encourage her. Her teeth graze across her skin as she makes her way down, careless marks left, the closer she gets to Agatha’s cunt, the brighter the marks bloom.

Slowly she makes her way under the skirt, fingers looping through the waistband of her thong as she tugs them down soft thighs. The soaked fabric feels incredible between her fingers. Agatha parts her legs further, leaning forward slightly as she runs her fingers through Rio’s hair, before gripping it hard.

“Rio, show me how badly you want me.”

Rio moans as Agatha’s bites down on her bottom lip as she pulls her in for one last kiss before releasing her. She pulls Agatha forward, hands holding the back of her knees, before she can move to do it, the skirt is flipped up and out her way, revealing Agatha’s drenched cunt, untrimmed hair glistening with her slick. Rio wants to make a show of it, see if she begs a little, but she can’t, she can feel herself seconds from orgasm, can feel the dampness from her own arousal spilling out.

Her lips press lightly into the soft skin of Agatha’s thigh, she sucks lightly as she makes her way up, her nose is first to be met by wetness, she lightly presses it against Agatha’s clit before her tongue takes over.

Agatha’s hold in her hair tightens as she lets out a long groan at the contact.

Rio smiles against her, looking up to find Agatha’s head tilted back against the back of the sofa, nails digging into the fabric.

“Oh fuck you” Agatha cries out as Rio’s tongue dips into her entrance. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Doing what she is told, Rio sucks her clit into her mouth, her tongue tracing light circles over it, bringing her hand up to tease her entrance with two fingers, she pulls back.

“How many?”

“Three, I want to feel you everywhere.”

Rio groans at that, bringing a third to join her fingers and lets them slide in slowly, putting her mouth back to work as the room fills with Agatha’s whimpers and muffled “fuckyesfuckrio” every few seconds. Rio can feel herself ready to burst, all it takes is Agatha clenching around her fingers once more and her moaning loud enough to shake the walls before Rio grips her nails into Agatha’s thighs and comes untouched.

"Shit."

The noise that Rio lets out doesn’t sound human, it vibrates against Agatha, she grinds her hips down at that, matching Rio’s pace as she keeps pumping her fingers as best she can, she can feel that Agatha’s close, her thighs shake underneath her chest.

Curling her fingers, pressing a little deeper, Rio manages to find her rhythm again, manages to put the feeling of pure bliss to work, she flattens her tongue and brings her other hand up to Agatha’s hips, encouraging her to work faster.

Moans fill the room, the sounds from Agatha’s cunt are obscene as she fucks into her and Rio can feel herself building back up, she’s never been ready to come again so fast in her life. She curls her fingers once, twice-

“Ri-, Rio, I’m gonna come, fuck I’m-“ Agatha practically screams out as her orgasm crashes through her.

The wetness drenches Rio’s fingers and she lets out a low guttural moan and falls forward, she doesn’t pull out yet, slowing her pace, fucking her through it, watching as Agatha’s chest heaves as she comes down.

The room is silent except for the soft panting, Agatha finally lifts her head and meets Rio’s eyes smiling down at her teasingly.

“Jesus, you came from eating pussy?”

“I came twice from eating yours, that’s never happened before.”

“Hot.”

“Do I get good in bed added to the list of green flags you are creating?”

“This isn’t a bed.” Agatha smirks. “Oh no, it’s a list of red flags, you are going to ruin my life.”

Rio laughs against her thigh as she pulls out slowly, falling onto the sofa next to Agatha holding her glistening fingers in front of her face.

“You want me to clean those or are you gloating?” Agatha asks with an eye roll.

“Can’t it be both” Rio grins back at her, bringing the fingers to her own lips.

Before she gets to have one last taste, her wrist is pulled harshly away and Agatha is now straddling her hips. She locks eyes with her as she takes the fingers into her mouth one by one. Her tongue curls over the digits as she laps up every last drop of herself. Moaning softly at the taste. Rio digs her nails into her hips as she watches, unable to look away.

Agatha takes two deep into her mouth, Rio can feel the back of her tongue as she sucks, hips start to grind slowly against Rio at the same time and her head falls back with a huffed groan.

“Oh poor baby. Are you imagining how good it would have been if you had lasted long enough for me to have your cock down my throat?” Agatha asks as she sets the hand into their laps. “How good it would have been to come straight in my mouth and watch me swallow it?”

“You’re relentless aren’t you?” Rio replies, pulling herself up until their lips almost meet. “You’d love that wouldn’t you, me deep inside you,” She pulls her hips down further into her, her lips pressed against Agatha’s jaw. “You’d let me come inside your pussy as well I bet.”

“I’d beg you too.”

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Agatha usually would rather be anywhere else, can’t stand the smell of stale beer that seems to cling to every surface, the creeps with their ogling eyes and cigarette stained teeth, who never seem to leave this shithole she spends half her life busting her ass at. But right now? Right now she couldn’t imagine a better place to be.

She lets the crowd form at the bar, unbothered, she lets her eyes wander across the room and land on the woman who has not given her a moments peace since she flustered her way through ordering a beer, who gave her the best head she has ever had in her life, who haunts her every thought from dusk till dawn. Thoughts she should surely be locked up for, whenever flashes of those thoughts pass over the back of her eyes, she thinks this is it, this is the one that will be my ruin and then hours later something more filthy will come to mind.

Rio stands at the far corner of the bar, basked in red neon light, throwing her head back as she laughs, the neck of her bottle gripped tightly in her hand. Agatha watches the way her muscles flex as she brings the beer to her lips and sips slowly, listening intently to her companion, watches as she runs her fingers through her hair and little strands fall forward and frame her face, she could watch her all night she thinks. Her eyes make an unashamed journey down her body, taking in the way her shirt clings to her perfectly, feels her breathing get a little heavier as she notices the way she is already pressing tightly against her pants.

Agatha might have ‘accidentally’ brushed up against her twenty minutes ago when she was collecting glasses, listened as Rio took in a sharp breath and brushed her fingers against the bare skin of Agatha’s thigh as she bent a bit too far forward in front of her and then slapped her hand away before calling her a ‘pervert’ and walking away. Glancing back to see her cheeks tinge pink and her friend spit out her drink against the table.

She is driving her insane, Agatha has never needed something so badly in her life, the way she needs Rio to come on her t–...

“HELLO.”

Agatha startles, turning to find some asshole snapping their fingers in her face, she bares her teeth and slaps the hand away from her face. Giving one last glance over to Rio, who is now staring right at her, cocky smile on her face and tips her drink towards Agatha and winks.

—

“You know, I don’t think staring at my dick half your shift is part of your job description” Rio says as she leans against the bar.

Agatha hums as she puts a beer in front of her, running the tips of her fingers along the neck of it, noticing the way Rio grips the wood a little bit tighter and holds her breath a second too long, her eyes flicking from the bottle, then to her tits before making their way back to her face before letting the air out of her lungs.

Agatha loves knowing she is just as desperate for this as she is.

She pushes the bottle closer, the ghost of a touch to Rio’s knuckles as she reaches for it, the touch sending a shiver down her own spine, the urge to pounce over the bar is almost overwhelming, but she can be patient.

“I have a break in an hour” Agatha smirks, before turning, watching out of the corner of her eye as Rio snatches the bottle and takes a long sip, adjusts her pants and walks away from the bar.

The dampness under her skirt is starting to get uncomfortable, she is half expecting to feel herself drip onto the floor beneath her if she doesn’t get her hands on Rio as soon as possible.

—

The music thumps against the speakers, Agatha has been due on her break for almost an hour, but the hoard of people coming in never seems to settle. When she finally has had enough and manages to slip out through the crowd Rio is nowhere to be seen. After a trip round the room Agatha decides to give up, making her way to the back room to escape and pout in peace.

As she turns the corner, Rio is leaning against the door, arms folded over her chest, scowling.

“You said your break was at ten.”

“And you have stood here for an hour waiting for what exactly?” Agatha teases, stopping in her tracks.

“I-” Rio flusters, dropping her hands to her sides and pushing off the wall. “Well, you?”

Agatha holds in her laugh as she starts walking towards her, not stopping and Rio doesn’t stop her as she gets pressed flush against the door, Agatha watches as her breath hitches when her hands come up, lightly grazing her side, watches as Rio goes to bring her own hands up before she tumbles backwards as Agatha pulls down the handle and the door falls open.

Rio lets out a grunt and looks around the dimly lit room, seems to question a few life choices before her eyes fall back on Agatha.

“Do I even want to know what these walls have seen?” Rio asks as she pulls Agatha in to join her.

“Probably not, but they are about to see a whole lot worse.”

She see’s Rio grin as the door clicks shut behind her, the bare bulb barely giving off any light, the pathetic excuse of a table creaking loudly as Agatha presses Rio against it.

“You have no idea what I have been thinking about doing to you” Agatha breathes out, her hands finding their way to rest against Rio’s stomach. “What I have thought about letting you do to me.”

Rio’s own hands settle on her hips as she pulls her in closer, their warm breath mingling as their lips almost meet.

“I want you to let me take care of you.”

Rio groans as hands come down to play with the button of her pants, gasps as the noise of the zipper being pulled down fills the room. Their lips meet then, like they have been starved for weeks, tongues touch and someone whimpers softly, Agatha is sure it wasn’t her.

“Please” Rio whispers against her mouth, pulling her in a little closer. “I have thought of nothing else.”

Agatha kisses her again, pulling her lip between her teeth, letting her hands work Rio’s pants over her hips and fall to her ankles. When her fingers loop into the waistband of her boxers, fingers come to grip her wrist lightly. She pulls back, blue eyes meet brown, Rio bites her lip hesitantly and swallows as Agatha brings a hand up to cradle her jaw.

“Let me.”

She nods.

Agatha lets the boxers fall, her eyes leave Rio’s to take her in, a moan escaping her lips as she see’s her for the first time, already brick hard, so fucking big, she runs her index finger along the length and watches as her dick twitches a little at the attention and when she looks back up to Rio, she is blushing.

“We have ten minutes, do you think you can last that long? Agatha asks with a little pout.

Watching as Rio’s head falls back and she covers her face with her hands.

“I don’t even think you’ll need to touch me at this rate” Rio mumbles behind her hands.

Agatha smirks, pulls her hands down from her face, encourages her to sit back on the table and lets her own hands settle on Rio’s thighs.

“But I really want to touch you.”

She locks eyes with Rio as she brings her right hand up, gathers saliva in her mouth and spits directly into the palm of her hand, not once breaking eye contact as she does. Rio’s jaw slackens as she watches.

“Fuck.”

Agatha brings her hand to grip round Rio’s cock, barely moving it, Rio’s eyes flutter shut at the contact. She starts at a slow pace, her other hand digging harshly into the skin on Rio’s thigh, watching as her breathing gets heavier and her knuckles turn white as she grips onto the side of the table. God, what she wouldn’t do to have her mouth on her right now.

She speeds up her movements, her thumb occasionally pressing against the tip and Rio groans every time, little pants coming out of her mouth. She tries to keep her eyes on Agatha but the closer she gets the harder it seems to be. Agatha can feel her pulsing against her hand, the slick noises hit off the walls, she bends forward slightly, close enough to whisper.

“Such a good boy, letting me take care of you, letting me show you what I have been dreaming about.”

Rio gasps, her hips lifting off the table and she comes with a long moan. Agatha feels it hit her chest, warm and thick as it slides down in between her tits.

“Oh god.” She cries out as she slumps against Rio.

“Shit. I am so sorry, I should have warned you” Rio says panicked, she brings a hand up to pull Agatha back so she can look at her.

“That is the hottest thing that's ever happened to me” Agatha replies, leaning back further.

Her fingers come up, she traces them along her chest, letting them soak up some of the wetness and brings the fingers to her lips, Rio pulls her in closer, bringing her hand up to help guide the fingers into Agatha’s mouth and watches as she has her first taste of her.

Just as she is embracing the new taste on her tongue, Agatha feels herself being turned and pressed into the table, Rio lets go of her wrist and tilts her head back, soft lips pressed to her throat.

“Can’t have you going back out there looking like this.” Rio mumbles, her fingers pulling down the low necked top before she dips her head down.

Agatha gasps as a warm tongue runs up her chest, at the same time gentle fingers have found their way under her skirt and are pressed lightly against the soaked fabric of her underwear.

Rio hums against her.

“Rio, we don’t have time.”

“I just need a reminder that you want this as badly as I do.”

“I’ve been like this from the second you walked into the bar.”

Rio groans at that, her mouth making its way back along her neck, her thumb brushing against her clit before pulling her in for a final kiss. Agatha nails digging into the back of her neck, her hips moving pathetically as she tries to chase some form of relief.

—

The crowd has thinned out the closer they come to closing time, but Rio has stayed, she leans over the pool table, tongue sticking out in concentration as she plots her next move. Agatha has taken a slow walk over, unnoticed, just as Rio pulls back the cue, she leans in behind her, hand smacking harshly against her ass.

“You’re cute when you are focused, will you make the same face when you fuck into me from behind?” Agatha asks quietly.

She watches as the white ball bounces off the table and crashes into the wall across the room, Rio doesn’t move yet, mutters under her breath before whipping round and glaring at Agatha who just giggles innocently and throws her hands up.

Rio studies her for a minute, the attention making Agatha feel her cheeks burn a little, she watches as Rio inches in closer, puts her hands to her hips and spins Agatha around and presses against her back. Hot air hits her ear as Rio leans down slightly, fingers dig in harder to her skin.

“Is that what you want?” Rio asks softly. “I bet you would let me do it right here if I asked nicely, hm?”

Agatha hums, embracing the hardness of Rio’s dick as it presses into her ass cheek, bringing a hand up and using it to guide Rio’s further down her body, she lets her for a moment, but snaps it back just before it meets its intended target.

“You’re crazy.”

“Pussy.”

She gives her a sweet smile and light kiss to the cheek before she walks back to close up for the night.

—

The wind bites into Agatha’s thighs, yet does nothing to cool down the spread of heat that courses through her as they speed through the empty streets. She can feel Rio’s muscles flex under her hands from where they rest on her stomach, every shift of her body sending another jolt of warmth rippling through her. Agatha thinks she might just die if they don’t hurry the fuck up, the vibrations from the bike are hitting her perfectly between her thighs and she doesn’t think Rio will appreciate her seeping into the leather seat.

On second thought maybe she would love that.

Her mind starts wandering like it has been for days, flashes of what it would be like if their positions were reversed, Rio pushed deep into her, nails digging into her skin. She knows it’s insane, impossible, but really all she needs is to feel her pulsing inside of her, feel herself clench around her, feel-

Rio takes a sharp turn and Agatha snaps out of her thoughts and lets out a long breath. As she shifts uncomfortably, she can feel Rio tense in front of her and can almost sense her smirking. As they come to a stop at a red light, she twists slightly in her seat and Agatha feels a warm hand settle on her thigh, she has to bite back the ridiculous moan she can feel building in her throat.

“You okay back there?” Rio asks too teasingly, doing nothing to help how desperate Agatha feels right now.

“Perfectly fine” Agatha says through gritted teeth as Rio’s fingers draw light circles against her thigh.

When the light turns green, she is sure Rio pushes off too fast on purpose, the jolt forward has Agatha’s hips pushed up slightly and this time she can’t help the way she grips a little tighter and groans softly. Rio’s chuckle can somehow be heard over the roar of the engine as they make the last turn into her street.

—-

As they walk towards the front of the building Rio glances back, her eyes dark with want, Agatha can’t help herself when she presses her against the stone, hands come up to cling onto the sides of her neck as she pulls in and kisses her. Rio kisses back with no hesitation, her hands seem to be everywhere, Agatha can’t keep track as they grasp every inch of her before settling under her skirt, at first a delicate hold but the deeper the kiss gets the less gentle Rio becomes.

“God, I hope you aren’t going to be gentle with me” Agatha whines against Rio's lips.

Rio’s grip on her ass tightens, her eyes now completely black as she looks down at her, cheeks flushed, a wicked grin on her face as she pushes Agatha back.

“Careful what you wish for sweetheart.”

Agatha’s stomach does a silly little flip at that, feels her arousal slipping down the inside of her thighs as Rio takes her hand and leads them into the building.

—

Agatha doesn’t get a chance to take in Rio’s bedroom for the first time, her back hits the mattress so fast it almost knocks the wind out of her.

“Someone's eag-”

She can’t even finish her sentence before Rio’s hands are on her, her skirt ripped down her thighs, Rio practically growls as she sends them carelessly across the room.

“You have no idea how eager I am, watching you for hours on end, not getting to put my hands on you.”

Agatha whimpers, she doesn’t think she’s ever done that before her in life.

She watches as Rio pulls back, hands reaching to unbutton her pants, follows every movement she makes as she slowly undresses in front of her, tries to push herself up to help, to touch, but a hand presses her back onto the bed with a tut.

“Keep your hands to yourself” Rio barks, the confidence coming from her has Agatha’s pussy throbbing. Rio steps back further to take her in. “Look at you, I can see you dripping against my sheets and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Are you going to do something about it or just stand there and eye fuck me?”

“You know, you haven’t once said please, I remember asking so nicely earlier” Rio says as she presses her palm to the inside of Agatha’s thigh, forcing her legs open a little wider. “Do you want to try that again?”

Agatha moans at the contact, hips lifting off the bed, trying to entice Rio to come closer. But it's no use, Rio pulls her lips between her teeth, shrugs her shoulders and slowly starts to retreat her hand.

“Wait no, come back, please, god please I need you.” Agatha whines in a panic.

Rio’s smug face might be the hottest thing Agatha has ever seen but all she can think about is how she could wipe it off so fast if she wanted to, knowing she could have their positions flipped and Rio at her mercy in seconds…

But not yet, not until she has every inch of her pussy filled with her. Not until she is so full of her she can’t imagine ever being empty ever again.

“Good girl” Rio purrs.

Fuck her for that because Agatha is a sucker for praise and Rio is going to use it like a weapon.

Rio towers above her, sucks in a sharp breath as she swipes two fingers from her entrance to her clit, bringing her fingers up to her lips and presses them to her tongue.

Agatha’s eyes flutter shut at the sight, she can’t play this game anymore, fingers come to tug at the fabric of her shirt as she pulls it over her head leaving herself bare, her own moan startling her as she feels Rio press against her as she joins her on the bed, her boxers now discarded. She feels warm against her, the pressure isn’t enough, she tries to move her hips up to press her closer but strong hands hold them in place.

Another whine escapes her throat.

Rio’s chuckle is cruel.

The hands on her hips, move up to cup her tits, thumbs teasing her nipples gently, Rio dips her head to press soft pecks across her jaw, Agatha shuffles impatiently underneath her, quickly taking advantage of her hips being free and grinds against Rio’s cock, causing them both to moan.

“Behave.” Rio warns before sinking her teeth harshly into the side of Agatha’s neck, sucking a dark bruise into the skin.

“Then be a good fucking boy and put your dick to use” Agatha snaps, bringing her hand up to dig her nails sharply into Rio’s jaw as she pulls her away from her neck. “I want you inside of me now.”

Rio smirks, pulls her hand off her face, letting it drop carelessly before shuffling back until she is off the bed and pulls Agatha down to the edge of the mattress in a swift motion before leaning back in close.

“Then get on your hands and knees” Rio growls against her ear.

“Oh thank god. I thought you’d never ask.”

Agatha obeys the command embarrassingly fast, her heart hammers in her chest as she feels steady hands grip on her hips and pull her closer to the edge of the bed. Rio hums behind her, fingers move to trace down her spine before settling on her ass, Agatha shivers beneath her, arms already threatening to give out.

She gasps when she feels Rio press the tip of her cocks against her, running it slowly through her arousal, she uses her other hand to spread her open, groaning when Agatha drips onto her fingers.

“Fuck, you’re perfect” she says barely above a whisper.

“Rio please” Agatha pleads breathlessly, pushing her hips back against Rio, the tip pressing into her entrance with the movement.

Both their moans come out in unison, Agatha is sure she could come just from this, feels the heat pooling low in her stomach and Rio is barely an inch inside of her.

Rio’s fingers hook around her hips as she pushes in slowly, inch by inch, Agatha’s jaw goes slack as she adjusts the the fullness and she feels really fucking full. Her body welcomes it, Rio groans behind her as she bottoms out, she doesn’t move, just seems to embrace what it feels like to be inside her.

Agatha can feel her pulsing against her walls, every twitch and it's insane how good it feels.

She makes the first move, pulling her hips forward slowly, Rio’s grip gets tighter before she leans forward, pressing even deeper inside of her and Agatha moans as she falls forward onto her elbows.

“Oh baby, you can’t give up on me now” Rio taunts, she starts at a slow pace, hitting perfectly against her g spot.

“Shut up and fuck me like you mean it” Agatha attempts to say between gasps as Rio picks up her pace, hips slamming against her ass with every stroke.

The room spins and Agatha can feel her lungs fighting for air as she tries to keep up with the relentless pace, drool slides down her chin as she cries out with each thrust. Rio’s own mutterings of pleasure only pulls her closer to the edge. The way she can’t keep her hands still, holding onto every part of her they find, before they make their way into her hair.

Agatha’s moan could shatter the windows as Rio pulls harshly, her other hand coming to wrap round Agatha’s stomach as she pulls her flush to her chest, still driving into her, the new angle sending a silent scream up Agatha’s throat.

“Tell me how it feels” Rio whispers against her ear. “Does it feel good baby?”

Agatha grips on the arm wrapped around her, nails breaking skin as she presses back into her, gasping as soft fingers move her hair to the side and teeth sink into her neck before withdrawing.

“Agatha, tell me how good it feels to have me inside of you.”

“Fuck, y-, you feel so goo-, so bi-, fuck” She tries to get it out, tries so hard but shes close, so close. “I’m gonna co-”

She whines as she is pushed back down against the mattress, the sheets soft against her cheek as Rio keeps fucking into her, a hand snaking round to trace slow circles against her clit, Agatha can only babble pathetic moans in response, her hips no longer able to keep up.

“Come for me sweetheart, come on let go for me, I can feel you clenching around me and it feels so fucking good, let me feel you” Rio pants out, nailing digging into Agatha’s back as she herself seems about to burst.

“oh god, oh god, Rio, fuck, oh f-” She cries out, she’s sure she blacks out as her orgasm rips through her, nails gripping so hard into the sheets as she silently scream into the mattress.

Rio’s pace slows behind her, her breath warm against Agatha’s neck as she comes down to meet her.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop” Agatha growls. “I want to feel you come inside of me, you hear me? Don’t waste a single drop.”

“You’re relentless, fuck, so fucking hot” Rio’s hips snap against her again. “But I’ll decide where I come, you’ll take what I want to give you.”

Agatha meets her pace, her pussy clenching around her, trying to keep her as deep as possible, Rio’s soft grunts start coming out more often, her legs not working as quick as they were.

Without any warning, she lets out a long moan at the same time she pulls out causing Agatha to fall forward, the sudden empty feeling overwhelming, but as she is trying to process what it feels like without being full of Rio, she feels her come hit warm and wet against her back.

“What the fuck” Agatha whips her head round to find a chest heaving Rio holding onto the bed frame, smirking. “Oh fuck you.”

“I told you, you don’t get to make demands.” Rio replies, pushing off the bed to settle behind her again, lips pressed to her shoulder blade. “If you stop whining maybe we can see if I am feeling generous enough to let you take whatever you want from me.”

“If you ever waste it again, you will never get another chance to feel what it’s like to come inside any part of me.”

She feels Rio smiles against her back before her tongue makes a slow journey down her spine, moaning against her as she cleans up the mess she made.

“Rio?”

She can sense Rio’s eyes roll from behind her.

“Yes ma’am, I will come wherever you command me to” Rio replies sarcastically before sinking her teeth into the flesh of her ass and pulling her hips back up. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

Chapter Text

Rio blinks awake, momentarily panicked at the fact she can’t see, only to realise she is currently being suffocated by the thick brown curls of the woman she can’t seem to stay away from. Bringing a hand up to carefully free her face, Rio is met with the soft light of the morning sun creeping in through her curtains and a still sleeping Agatha curled up against her side, ass pressed into Rio’s hip.

Smiling to herself, Rio slowly moves to settle on her side, trying, failing, at not waking the gorgeous, yet insane woman beside her. As her fingers trace lightly down Agatha’s arm, she hears her let out a pleased hum.

She feels Agatha press into her further, Rio is praying to god that her dick can behave itself for five minutes, but of course she has no luck, as soon as Agatha’s ass lightly grinds against her she’s done for.

“Mm good morning to me” Agatha giggles sleepily into the pillow.

Rio buries her head against her neck trying to hide the pathetic groan of shame.

A hand moves to tug at her wrist until it settles on the soft skin of her stomach where her shirt has ridden up throughout the night, Rio’s fingers move on their own accord as they slides down, teasing at the little gap Agatha’s shorts have made next to her hip, she can feel the way her muscles contract as she sucks in a breath at the contact.

She lets her fingers wander further, meeting no barrier stopping them as they work through her thick hair before they slip against slick soft skin.

“Oh. Good morning beautiful, all this for me already?” Rio teases, propping up onto elbow and pressing a light kiss against Agatha’s shoulder.

Rio lets out a pained grunt as she receives a swift hit to the stomach, her hand accidentally cupping harshly against Agatha’s cunt as a reflex, the pain is worth it when Agatha’s muffled moan fills the room.

She moves her fingers lazily through the wetness, not hitting anywhere that will really give much pleasure, basking in the bratty whine it gets out of Agatha everytime she just misses her clit. Her mouth still working soft kisses across her shoulders and neck as she keeps teasing.

“Is there something you want?” Rio whispers, voice still thick with sleep. “Use your words baby.”

Rio, in hindsight should have known better.

Agatha responds by grinding back hard against her, she seems delighted in the strangled moan that Rio can’t seem to bite back.

“Are we so sure it's me who wants it?” Agatha taunts, ripping the hand out of her shorts and before Rio can even blink she’s being pinned down as Agatha is suddenly on top, hands pressed into her chest to hold her in place. “You want to fuck me baby?, you want to make me feel good?”

Rio’s jaw slackens as she watches Agatha above her, hair wild, somehow still insanely beautiful for someone who has had four hours sleep, watches as she grinds shameless against the hardness in her boxers. Her hands settle on her thighs, breath caught in her lungs when Agatha leans forward, close enough to kiss, Rio tries to meet her there but is left hanging as the lips press lightly against her ear instead.

“I asked if you want to make me feel good?” Agatha asks again, voice low, almost dangerous.

If Rio ever says no to that, put a bullet in her brain and let it be the last thing she ever does.

“Yes. Please.” Rio swallows hard, nails biting into the skin of Agatha’s thigh as she tries really hard not to come in her pants at how fucking badly she wants to do that.

Agatha smiles wickedly as she slides off of Rio and stands at the side of the bed, Rio props up on her elbows, feeling her eyebrows scrunch in confusion only have them snap upwards just as quickly as she watches Agatha slowly slide her shorts down her thighs, her top following right after.

Rio sucks in a breath at the sight, letting her eyes shamelessly take in every curve and freckle perfectly placed. She doesn’t get to look for long before Agatha makes her way back over, settling back on the mattress, hovering teasingly above Rio’s head.

Rio licks her lips patiently waiting, mouth watering as she watches fingers find their way to grip onto the headboard, hair falling forward as Agatha looks down, biting her lip as she watches Rio’s own fingers twitch at her sides, desperate to touch.

“Be a good boy and let me ride your face until I come” Agatha purrs as she lets herself slowly sink down further. “And if you can keep your hands to yourself I will let you join me in the shower after.”

Rio lets out a long breath, this is going to be painfully difficult for her, her hands already ache to touch, to hold, but she nods slowly right as Agatha’s pussy meets her mouth and they both let out a long moan at the first swipe of Rio’s tongue.

“Fuck, that’s it baby, keep it flat out for me” Agatha sighs as her hips start grinding slowly.

Rio fights every urge pulsing through her, gripping into the sheets as she watches Agatha use her, tits bouncing perfectly with every move she makes, nipples hard and asking to be touched. She pushes the urges away, lets her face be soaked with Agatha’s arousal, lets her take and take and take until she comes with a cry that hits every single nerve in Rio’s body.

“Good boy” Agatha pants, her head falling against the headboard, sweat shining across her skin. “So fucking good.”

Rio doesn’t move, watches as Agatha climbs off her, takes in the way her dick is pressed tight against her boxers, threatening to rip through the fabric and she hums before turning towards the door.

“You coming?”

Rio short circuits momentarily, her brain so focused on the way Agatha’s eyes alone almost have her falling over the edge. She snaps back to reality as Agatha’s ass slips out of view and the shower starts. Rio leaps out of the bed, tripping over her own feet as she peels the clothes off her body like they have personally offended her for even being there in the first place.

As she makes her way into the bathroom she needs to take a second to catch her breath as she watches the water run down Agatha’s back, the knowing smile she gives as she looks back at Rio and raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘well?’.

As the water hits hot against Rio’s chest she doesn’t have a second to enjoy it before the cold tiles bite into her back as Agatha presses her harshly against them. Lips pressing against her jaw, hands running down her chest, before landing flat on her stomach. Agatha pulls back after pressing a hot kiss against Rio’s mouth and brings a hand down to press against her cock.

“You need me handsome?”

Rio can only blink, in a horny daze before finally biting her lip hard and nodding slowly.

The room seems to cave in on her as she watches Agatha sink to her knees, the water spraying down her face, making a slow journey down her chest, she looks up at Rio, water drops collecting in her lashes as runs her tongue slowly across the tip before opening her mouth wide, taking all over her like it's what she was made for.

Rio has to look away to stop herself from coming right there and then. Nails digging harshly into her thighs bring her back, her own fingers finding their way to Agatha’s hair, needing something to keep her grounded as warm lips wrap around her, soft groans vibrating against her.

“Fuck” Rio hisses, hips jutting out, she feels herself hit the back of Agatha’s throat and her head falls back hitting hard against the tiles. “I’m not going to last, oh god, I am gonna come, fuck, shit, you’re insane.”

As Rio keeps babbling like a fool above her, Agatha works faster, taking Rio as deep as she can, fighting back the soft gags threatening to spill out. Rio cries out loudly, accidentally holding Agatha in place as she comes down her throat, but Agatha just takes it, every twitch of her cock, every bit of her pleasure she swallows and clings to Rio to make sure she gets all of it.

When Rio finally pulls back, she thinks she might come again just from the sight of Agatha looking up at her, eyes glistening, tears mixing with water drops, lips glistening, smiling like she has just seen what heaven looks like.

“Mm, you feel better handsome?”

Rio lets out a huffed laugh as she pulls Agatha up from her knees and crashes their lips together, moaning softly at the last of herself on Agatha’s lips.

—

It has been a week since Rio saw Agatha last, a long suffering week of replaying the image of Agatha on her knees, come glazing her lips as she smiled up at Rio, the tears and water drops from the shower mixing against her cheeks.

The issue is, it’s been almost radio silence from Agatha since then, she is not a texter and her shifts mean she can’t call either, well she did once on her break, asked Rio to talk her through it as she fucked herself in the back room, her soft breathing down the phone as Rio told her to add another finger, they way she moaned out ‘fuck I wish it was you’ almost had her calling in sick so she could drive there and do it herself.

She wishes she had now because as Rio walks into The Trap, feeling a torturous whiplash as her eyes instantly find Agatha through the crowd, her stomach sinks. She takes her in, hair up in a ponytail, swept out of her face, a short black dress, the skirt flowing out but barely covers her ass as she bends over the bar smiling much too brightly at a beautiful woman Rio has never seen before. She feels frozen to the spot, unable to avert her eyes as Agatha’s hand reaches out to playfully slap the woman on the arm as she laughs. Rio feels her chest tightening, but she doesn’t really understand the feeling, has never felt it before and instead of dwelling on it she decides she will drink her way through it instead.

The other barmaid hands her a cold beer, watching her curiously as Rio frowns towards the other end of the bar, jaw clenched tight as she catches multiple eyes trail up the back of Agatha’s thighs as she bends down to a low shelf, her pathetic excuse of underwear peeking out as she does.

Rio instantly feels the urge to murder everyone in this bar who has the audacity to so much as blink in Agatha’s direction.

When she returns to the bar, she catches Rio out of the corner of her eye and fucking smirks before she turns back to tend to her customers.

Suddenly Rio feels like she is part of some game that she never got to read the rules for.

—

Rio sulks in a far corner of the bar, the woman currently occupying Agatha’s attention hasn’t left her fucking side for the past hour, just leans casually, whispering to Agatha between customers. It’s infuriating, the way Agatha lets her adjust the straps of her dress when one falls down her shoulder, lets her fix the hair that falls in front of her face, even more infuriating that with each touch Agatha’s eyes find Rio’s from across the room and she looks at her like she wants her to do something about it.

But Rio won't, she is not playing this stupid game, if Agatha wants to have other hands on her the way Rio’s should be then she can have it, Rio will survive, yeah, she will be absolutely fine.

—

Rio is not fine.

Rio feels a hot heat burning low, threatening to spill out.

She watches as Agatha rounds the bar, going her break she assumes, what really pisses her off is that the stranger follows her closely like a lost puppy and they make their way through the back. A hand on the small of Agatha’s back as they slip out of sight.

Rio sinks further into her seat, if she clenches her jaw any harder she is sure it will snap. She should go home, should make better choices than sit here and let the fire in her gut turn scolding at the thought of what they could possibly be doing. She should, but she doesn’t, she gets another drink, wallowing in her self made torture, tries not to look as they come back fifteen minutes later, no trace on their faces of what unfolded as they pass by.

Rio lets out a long breath and thumps her head against the wall as Agatha flashes her a smile that still makes her stupid heart beat a little faster in her chest.

—

Agatha finished her shift an hour ago, she now sits in a booth, pressed tight against another woman who wraps her arm around her shoulder as they laugh into their beer bottles, her eyes still lingering on Rio who is failing at finding any conversation she is having interesting enough to distract her.

Rio could just go over there, take her by the hand and show her what she is missing out on, but she won’t, can’t, the fear of being turned down keeping her rooted to her spot as she grips onto her beer like it’s the only thing stopping her from exploding.

She watches out of the corner of her eye as the group make their way out of their seats and across the room, her brow furrows further as she realises they are going to dance. Great. More fucking touching, more disrespectful eyes watching. Rio tries to ignore it, tries really hard but it's no use, Agatha is mesmerizing as she sways, head pulled back as she laughs, the neon lights illuminating her, seem to just drag everyone in the room's attention right to her.

Rio grits her teeth as two hands come to grip Agatha’s hips from behind, pulling her back against them as their lips press lighty to her ear and Agatha grins, letting them hold her tighter.

Rio snaps, letting the bottle clatter against the table as she stands, pushing her way through the crowd, Agatha’s eyes land on her instantly, smirk slowly taking over her face as Rio gets closer.

“Hey handsome.”

Rio rolls her eyes as she grabs Agatha’s wrist and pulls her away from the stranger and Agatha comes willingly, clashing hard against Rio’s chest and wrapping her arms around her neck, fingers running through her hair.

“What are you doing Agatha?”

“What do you mean?” Agatha pouts.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“You haven’t come to me all night and now you come only to accuse me of what exactly?”

Rio wants to kiss the stupid smug look off her face, but she stops herself, digging her fingers into Agatha’s back as she flicks her eyes across her face, trying to figure her out.

“You don’t text, you don’t call and when I finally see you, you’re wrapped around god knows who?”

“I did call remember, I cam-.”

“No, don't do that, don’t avoid the question, are you doing this on purpose?”

“You sound angry baby, are you mad at me?”

Another pathetic pout as she flutters her eyelashes.

Rio groans before pulling back and letting Agatha go.

“I need a minute.”

She watches as Agatha scrunches her eyebrows together and crosses her arms over her chest before rolling her eyes and lets Rio leave without a word.

She needs to get out of here now, fresh air will cool her off, maybe she’s overreacting, maybe she is making it more than it is. Still the heat keeps building in her as she makes her way to the door, she can’t seem to shake it off.

—

As she leans casually against the side of the bar one foot raised onto the side of her bike, Rio contemplates if she should just leave, her eyebrows pinched tight together, can feel how wound tight she is as drags the cigarette from her lips and exhales harshly into the night, hoping by some miracle it will calm the growing jealousy she feels in the pit of her stomach.

She hears the bar door swing open, it thumps against the brick, startling her out of her thoughts, boots scuff against the ground and all to calm and collected Agatha walks round the corner. She stops when she notices Rio, copying her stance a couple of feet away, arms folded across her chest, mockingly. Rio rolls her eyes and turns her head away.

“Isn’t it supposed to be me that is the brat, your pout is giving mine a run for its money” Agatha calls out, pressing her head against the wall, lazily rolling it to the side with a smirk.

“You are playing games with me Agatha” Rio grits her teeth, flicking the cigarette to the ground and stomping on it before turning to meet Agatha’s gaze. “I only like playing when I know I will win.”

Agatha’s smirk falters as Rio pushes off the wall, running a hand down her face, hand reaching into her pocket for her keys, the crunch of stones makes her look up, Agatha slowly makes her way towards her, her own pout now on display, playful and provoking.

“What makes you think you aren’t going to win this one?”

“I am not the type to share.”

“Then don’t share me, show me that I am yours.”

Rio’s breath catches, Agatha now standing right in front of her, her fingers wrapping around the belt loops on her pants, pulling her in closer.

“This was your game?” Rio asks cooly. “See how jealous you could make me before I claim you in front of everyone in that god awful bar?”

“Are you jealous Rio?” Agatha responds, tongue slowly running across her teeth as she stares up at her. “Did watching other people try and have me fuel a fire in you? Watching them touch parts of me that only you want to be able to touch.”

Rio hears herself growl, she brings her hand up to grab Agatha’s jaw, who proceeds to grin like she has won something, her hand moving to sit against Rio’s bulge that presses hard against her pants.

“Show me how fucking hot that fire is burning Rio, show me that no one else but you can have me.”

Rio feels feral, her body takes action on its own accord as she pulls Agatha’s hand away from her, using it to spin her in place and guiding her until her thighs hit the seat of her bike.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you?” Rio breathes against the back of her neck, before bending her forward until her cheek hits the cool leather. “I would burn this place to the ground before letting anyone else have you.”

Agatha moans loudly, hips grinding back finding nothing but air.

Rio laughs, the fingers of her other hand tracing lightly along the back of her thigh, watching as Agatha squirms desperately.

“Rio, fuck, please, I need you to show me.”

“You want me to show you right here? Where anyone can wander around and watch?”

“God, yes, please.”

Rio’s fingers find soaked fabric as her hand settles under Agatha’s skirt, she bites back the groan that threatens to escape as she peels the fabric away from her dripping cunt, and watches as she clenches around nothing as the cool air hits against her.

“You couldn’t have just asked for this nicely like the good girl you claim to be?” Rio asks, tone dripping with mockery as she continues to watch her squirm, one hand still pressed behind her back, the other gripping into the bike’s metal frame.

“I wanted to see if there was a dark side to you pretty boy, wanted to see how far I could push before you snapped” Agatha replies breathlessly before crying out as a hand slaps harshly against her cunt. “Oh fuck.”

Rio pulls her hand away, admiring the new shine to her fingers as she reaches for the button of her pants, as she lets go of Agatha’s pinned wrist, she scolds her when she attempts to move.

“Stay.”

Rio smirks when she complies easily, watching as she puts her arm back behind her back, chest rising and falling harshly, lip pulled between her teeth as she tries to watch Rio out of the corner of her eyes.

“Good girl.”

Her nails now digging into the seat hard, legs parting a little further as Rio pulls down her zip and moves in closer. This is the most compliant she has been for her and Rio feels herself throb against her own hand as she reaches into her boxers, the world around her completely forgotten.

Agatha gasps loudly when Rio presses against her, eager fingers pulling her thong to the side before moving to grip around her hips to pull them up higher, her other hand being used to run her cock lazily through Agatha’s arousal, watching as she twitches with every slow stroke. She bends forward, pressing her lips softly to Agatha’s flushed cheek before bringing her lips to ghost over the shell of her ear.

“I am going to fuck you now” Rio whispers softly. “And I am going to come so fucking deep inside you that you will feel me clinging to parts of you that you never thought possible.”

Agatha swallows hard, a ghost of a smirk threatening to show itself but she seems to think better of it before nodding and pressing back against Rio, giving her all the permission she needed as she lets herself sink into her entrance, meeting no resistance.
Rio moans low, still pressed forward against Agatha’s back, little whines escape Agatha’s throat as Rio fills her slowly.

“Fuck, it’s like you were made for me baby, look how perfectly I just slide right in.”

Rio watches as Agatha’s jaw slackens the deeper she goes, drool pooling against the seat as she pushes her hips back to get as much of Rio’s cock as she can, Rio’s mind flashes to the other hands that had slid down Agatha’s curves and the mouth that had dared whisper against her ear. The white hot heat flashes over her as she thrusts in hard, pulling herself to stand straight, her hand finding Agatha’s wrist again, fingers digging into the flesh as she feels walls clench around her at the possessive grip.

“Tell me Agatha, is anyone else going to have you like this?”

Agatha’s knees buckle beneath her as she pulls back slowly before snapping her hips flush to her ass again, letting out a stuttered moan, Rio’s holds tight righting her again as she pumps into her hard, waiting for an answer.

“Not if you keep fucking me like this.”

Rio hisses, grinding down harsher, feeling parts of her she hasn’t felt yet.

“Answer the fucking question without being a brat.”

Agatha can’t seem to get a breath as the thrusts keep a steady pace, hitting perfectly in all the right places. She tries to push herself up to get more but is pressed back down with a cruel laugh and her hips dig into the bike's frame as Rio pumps into her faster.

“No baby, I said I was going to fuck you” Rio taunts. “Take what you are given and answer my question.”

“Rio please, I am so close.” Agatha pants pathetically, fighting against the hold on her. “No one else, only you, fuck, only you, plea-.”

Rio feels her wet and hot clenching around her, aching for release, her body begging just as loud as she is, her muffled whines going straight to Rio’s cock making her thrust punishingly into her, her own grunts filling the night as she feels the pressure build threatening to burst.

She let’s the grip on Agatha’s wrist go, her fingers making their way to fist around her stupid sexy ponytail pulling her up, lips hot against the side of her neck, they new angle has Agatha letting out her filthiest scream yet and it takes everything in Rio to not let her legs give out.

“You gonna come for me Agatha?” Rio asks softly, too softly for the fact the hand has left Agatha’s hip and now presses against her throat, her hips still snapping deep into her. “I want you to let this whole street hear that you’re mine.”

She watches as a stream of tears slip down her cheeks as she snaps her head to the side to look Rio in the eyes as, her blue eyes glistening under the streetlight and Rio swallows hard at the sight, lips parted, panting hard as she meets Rio’s pace.

Agatha chants “I’m yours” over and over eyes never leaving Rio’s as she pulses inside of her, the final ‘yours’ cried out so loudly it can be heard three streets over and the way Agatha’s face crumples in pleasure as she comes hard, soaking Rio perfectly has her grip a bit too tightly as she feels herself release deep inside Agatha, the way the pressure lets go so fucking quick has her moaning loudly against Agatha’s ear.

They both fall forward at the same time, Rio’s bike catching them as they both heave loudly, trying and failing to catch a breath.

“Fuck Rio, that was so fucking hot.”

Rio groans as Agatha’s pussy tries to keep her in place as she tries to pull out.

“If you think about playing games with me again, I won’t be so kind to fuck the brat out of you.”

“Oh? So what will you do?”

“We will find out what jealousy looks like on you baby.”

Rio grins against Agatha’s cheek as she watches the frown take over, the flash of regret in her eyes as she pushes Rio off her, backing her back against the wall with a sneer.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare.”

Rio brings her hands up to cup her cheeks as she pulls her in until their lips brush lightly.

“Try me sweetheart.”

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Waking up first is not an ideal morning for Agatha, leaving Rio looking all too innocent and sweet drooling on her pillow, while she pretends to know how to use the damn coffee machine she was gifted.

She punches buttons with her finger hoping it will kick to life, praying Rio doesn’t choose now to walk in and see her uselessly fighting with a machine, it would only give her another reason to taunt her, like she has gotten so comfortable with doing recently.

Which reminds Agatha that she is pissed, not like the bad kind of pissed, just the kind that has her needing to put Rio in her place for being a cocky little shit for hours on end since last night.

She had made Agatha come so fucking hard that her legs took an hour to stop trembling, even thinking about it, she can feel herself needing a cold shower to get her shit together, the coffee machine beeping snaps her out of her thoughts.

On second thought, the cold shower can wait, she has no plans today, nothing stopping her from doing exactly what she wants to, she knows Rio can never say no once Agatha’s clothes have been stripped from her.

She can hear Rio stirring awake, perfect. She makes her way through her apartment making a stop before she gets to start her day just right.

Agatha’s eyes light up in delight as she finally walks into her bedroom, Rio is standing completely naked, hands on her hips as she looks around the floor for her scattered clothes, she walks slowly trying not to startle her, running her index finger down her spine as soon as she’s close enough.

“Leaving me so soon handsome?”

Rio shivers underneath her touch, her head turning to the side as Agatha presses herself against her back, arms coming round to sit against her stomach as she presses a light kiss to Rio’s shoulder.

“Can I do anything to encourage you to stay?” she mumbles against her as she continues to press her lips lightly over the soft tanned skin.

“Hm you sure you have fully recovered from last night sweetheart? But I could certainly be persuaded" Rio replies leaning back into the touch as hands start to wander down her sides. “For one you can change the fact that you have far too many clothes on.”

Agatha can sense her grin before she sees it. She rolls her eyes, digging her nails in a little harder.

“And are you going to do something about that or?”

Rio turns quickly, her hands come to cup Agatha’s cheeks as she pulls her in for a soft and tender kiss before they make their way to the hem of her shirt and pull it slowly over her head.

“And what exactly have you been thinking about this early that has you so eager, hm?” Rio asks wetting her lips as she lets her fingers trace over her chest, thumbs running over her peaked nipples, then slowly working down the hem of her sleep shorts.

Agatha chuckles, brown eyes meet her own squinting slightly but the lazy smirk doesn’t leave Rio’s face just yet.

Before Rio gets the chance, Agatha shrugs her own shorts down her thighs and kicks them into the ever growing pile of clothes that neither of them can seem to keep on for too long.

She watches as Rio steps back fully taking her in, the way her throat bobs and she tenses slightly as her eyes make their way to the harness Agatha has sitting snug against her.

“Oh” Rio breathes out quietly. “Oh fuck.”

Agatha doesn’t want to give her a chance to over think it too much, she knows Rio is into it, but most likely hadn’t expected Agatha to bring it into the bedroom so quickly. Foolish really the strap was ordered with next day delivery an hour after their conversation.

“Not so cocky now are you?” Agatha asks, stepping back into Rio’s space. “Will you be good for me?”

Rio looks like she might just regret every single teasing joke and comment she has ever made as her eyes make their way back up, Agatha watches as they darken right before her.

“How big is it?”

“Not as big as yours baby, but maybe one day.”

Rio sucks in a breath as Agatha brings her hands and wraps them around the back of her neck, pulling her in for a heated kiss, a soft moan spills down Agatha’s throat as she sucks on Rio’s tongue, feeling Rio press hard against her thigh.

She can feel Rio relax into her, giving herself up to Agatha’s hold, she didn’t think it would happen so quickly but she feels herself vibrating with excitement at the way she Rio is giving in so easily as she lets Agatha consume her with the kiss.

“Where do you want me, pretty girl?” Rio asks against her lips.

Agatha smiles against her, a dangerous request and Rio knows it.

“You really want this don’t you?” Agatha sighs into her mouth. “To let me fill you and touch you like no one else has.”

“I’d let you do anything you wanted to me” Rio admits, pulling back slightly. “Will you be gentle?”

“Do you want me to be gentle?”

Rio presses a few light kisses against her jaw and neck taking her last fill before she inevitably won’t be allowed to touch unless told to. She steps back, lets Agatha’s eyes roam down every inch of her.

“No.”

“Good boy, now go lie down” Agatha smirks as she watches Rio obediently walk over to the bed. “On your stomach baby.”

Agatha makes her way slowly across the room, rummaging in her bedside drawer for her newest purchases, hiding them from view as she makes her way onto the bed, straddling Rio from behind.

Rio hums softly as Agatha’s fingers glide up her sides, she leans forward her lips now finding their way back to their earlier quest but this time they work with more purpose, her teeth sinking into the flesh as she sucks, leaving heavy marks down her spine. Rio moans softly with each trace of her tongue that soothes out her handy work.

“Marking me? As if everyone doesn’t already know who I belong to” Rio jokes but shuts up with a yelp as Agatha bites down hard into her ass cheek.“Fuck.”

She keeps working her way down until Rio is littered with bruises, smirking as she watches her squirm against the mattress clearly trying to get some relief for the hard–on she has tucked against the mattress.

“Poor baby, do you need a hand there, pretty boy?” Agatha taunts lightly.

“Fuck you” Rio groans into the mattress, gasping as fingers lift her hips slightly off the mattress removing the pressure on her cock. “Please.”

Rio turns her head slowly, the blush evident on her cheeks, her eyes dark and pleading. She doesn’t look away as Agatha reaches beside her, pulling the strap up and working it through the O ring, her own eyes not leaving Rio’s as she does. Watching as the blush creeps down her neck and chest, her fingers gripping the sheets in quiet anticipation.

“Get on your hands and knees for me” Agatha whispers against her, sinking her teeth in one more time, watching as Rio’s lips part at the contact but she doesn't move. “Now Rio. It wasn’t a suggestion.”

Rio lets out a long breath, slowly pushing herself up, lip pulled between her teeth as she watches Agatha take the lube from the bed and takes her time as she rubs a generous amount down the length of her new purchase, her own tongue pressed to her cheek in concentration but a playful smirk still peaking through.

Agatha feels her pussy clench around nothing when Rio lets out a gasp as she traces her soaked fingers over her hole, she presses lightly, teasing, testing.

“So desperate to be full of me” Agatha purrs as she repositions herself so her hips are lined up with Rio’s ass, watching as she involuntarily chases the contact. “Look at the mess you’ve already made on my sheets, are you even going to let me get half way in before you come?”

Rio snaps her head back, brow furrowed, a snarl fighting against her lips that quickly turns into a whimper as Agatha picks the perfect moment to press the tip of the strap against her.

“Were you gonna say something there handsome?”

“Fuck, baby please, stop teasing me” Rio whines pressing herself back into the strap. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Mm famous last words, maybe you want to add a few more on there for me?”

“Please baby, please fuck please whatever you want I’ll do it, just please fuck me.”

“Oh my, whatever I want huh? You will regret that.”

Her grin is wicked as she watches Rio’s eyes widen at how her own desperate babbling will inevitably be her downfall, they are quickly squeezed shut as Agatha presses into her.

Agatha’s hips stutter slightly as Rio lets out a low groan as she slides in an inch further, the noise so perfect she wants to hear it again and again. She sinks in further, watching as Rio brings her hand up to grip the headboard, head falling forward, cursing softly.

Agatha has never felt so powerful as she brings her hands up to hold tightly to Rio’s hips, pulling back before she bottoms out only to snap back in hard until she flush against Rio’s ass, the bed thumping against the wall but it does nothing to drown out the moan that rips out of Rio’s throat.

“Holy fuck Agat- fuck.”

“Too much for you pretty boy, do you need me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Agatha bends forward, lets her fingers grip Rio’s hair, tilting her head to the side as she presses her mouth to her neck, teeth grazing her skin as she starts moving her hips at a slow pace.

Rio’s jaw slackens, wordless sounds filling the room, mixing with the gentle slaps of her hips. Agatha’s grip tightens, mouth still working tirelessly as she picks up speed, her hand encouraging Rio to work with her.

Rio tries, she really tries but the fullness and relentless snap of Agatha’s thighs against her own is too much, she arches forward letting Agatha sink deeper into her, they both let out a whimper at the way Rio’s body lets Agatha in with no hesitation.

“Oh god, oh my god you’re right I’m not gonna last, oh fuck I am so fucking close. Please don’t stop,” she babbles.

Agatha moves back up, one hand still keeping a tight hold in Rio’s hair as she pulls her head back up, needs to hear every sound that comes out of her, her hips slow, getting another whine from Rio.

“Agatha please, I need you!”

Bringing her hand from Rio’s hip, letting it ghost up her side before sliding it down her stomach, feeling Rio’s muscles contract under her touch, she runs the tips of her fingers along Rio’s pulsing hard length, basking in the way it twitches against her.

The wet and warm flesh has her own arousal seeping through the harness as she claps her fingers around it, Rio gasps at the new sensation, nails digging into the wood of the bedframe as Agatha starts working herself in and out of her again, not giving her a second to adjust.

“Fuck you’re such a good boy for me. You gonna come while letting a pretty girl fuck you in the ass?”

“Y-yes, GOD, yes.”

“Ri-Rio fuck I think I’m gonna come too, you’re so fucking hot like this.”

They both let out an obscenely loud moan as Agatha speeds up her movements, her hand working perfectly up and down Rio’s cock, her hips snapping harshly not letting up.

The sweat drips down Agatha’s back, swears she can feel Rio clenching around the strap, encouraging her, pre cum leaking onto her fingers, the cock pulsing against her palm.

Rio has gone quiet, only erratic pants coming out as she fights to not collapse onto the bed, her muscles pulling tight as her body gets closer and closer to the edge.

“I need you to come for me Rio, please come for me” Agatha cries out, her own orgasm threatening to crash through her at any moment.

Rio’s mouth opens, a reply on the tip of her tongue before she grunts, her hand drops down from the headboard and her face falls into the pillows as she lets out a silent scream.

Agatha cries out as the warm come shoots out of Rio and onto her own chest, coating Agatha’s fingers. It sends her over, she falls forward pushing so deep into Rio she hears her scream into the sheet. She feels her own wet heat soak her thighs and her nails sink into Rio’s skin as she lets out a long moan against her back.

She stays there, catching her breath, feeling Rio tremble underneath her as she slowly starts to come back down to earth.

“Wow.”

It’s all Agatha can manage as she attempts to push herself up and pull out of Rio, soliciting another low moan from her, that goes along with another twitch of her cock.

Rio lets out a tired laugh beneath her as she flips over.

“Wow indeed.”

Agatha grins down at her, letting the harness fall to the floor as she comes to straddle over Rio again, dropping her head to plant a kiss on her lips.

Rio runs her fingers lightly across Agatha’s thighs, lets her press her mouth across her jaw and down her throat, humming with every brush of her lips.

“Are you going to clean up my mess for me baby?” Rio asks her tone playful as she lets her fingers dip in feeling the sticky wetness between Agatha’s legs.

“Only if you promise to clean up mine” Agatha mumbles against her chest as she dips lower, pressing her tongue flat starting to soak up the come that's yet to dry, moaning softly as it hits her taste buds.

“Deal.”

Just as Agatha presses her lips lower on Rio’s stomach, she feels the air leave her lungs as hands grip her sides and flip her onto the mattress. She lets out a grunt as Rio’s weight lands on her seconds later.

“Would you look at that I am all clean, now it’s my turn” Rio grins, leaning in, following the same path Agatha had on her, but pressing her teeth in softly, listening to Agatha’s soft whimpers as she makes it between her thighs.

“Fuck, you really did enjoy that didn’t you sweetheart?”

“Dangerously so.”

Agatha brings her hand up and cradles Rio’s jaw, guiding her down until she feels the brush of her nose against her clit before letting her go. Rio moans as the smell of her arousal hits her senses, moans even louder as the taste melts onto her tongue as she dips it inside her teasingly.

Agatha rocks her hips against her face and lets her fuck into her slowly, groaning whenever Rio’s tongue leaves her, only for it to come back with more intent a second later.

“Fuck baby don’t stop” Agatha cries out, arching her hips up trying to get Rio as deep into her as she can.

She can sense Rio wanting to retort, but she stops herself and works her mouth perfectly over Agatha’s cunt, her fingers curling around Agatha’s thighs pulling her in even closer, working her up and over the edge with an ease that makes Agatha groan in her hands the second she comes down.

“I hate you” Agatha huffs as Rio pulls herself up to settle into Agatha’s chest.

“Liar” Rio replies with a knowing smirk creeping across her face as she looks up at her. “But you can show me how much you think you hate me anytime you want baby.”

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Rio’s feet pad softly against the hardwood floors as she slips back into her bedroom, met with a soft tired smile as she sets two steaming mugs of coffee on the side table.

Agatha looks like she was carefully sculpted for her eyes only as she lays with the sheets clinging to her, every curve perfectly outlined through the thin fabric.

The morning light makes her look softer, her hard edges settled when it’s just them.

“Good morning handsome” Agatha says softly as she shifts to make room for Rio to join her.

Rio lets out a small laugh before settling on the bed. “Good morning, beautiful.”

Agatha rolls her eyes before letting her head rest in the crook of Rio’s neck, melting into her hold as her arms wrap around her gently. The long week had her exhausted, harbouring negative thoughts and hushed self deprecating murmurs that she was struggling to not let slip out.

Rio noticed, she noticed every turn down of her lips when her mind would wander, every flicker of self doubt when the room got too quiet. Knew when the calm before the storm was brewing before Agatha did some days. Just like today but Rio won’t let her ride it out alone or let it come at all if she can help it.

The press of lips against her neck has Rio’s hand stilling its movements against Agatha’s back. “Are you trying to use me as a distraction again?”

Agatha lets out a huff as she pulls back, her blue eyes glint teasingly as she pouts her lips and walks her fingers down Rio’s stomach until they are tracing lightly over the growing hardness in her boxers.

Rio mentally scolds her dick for being so quick to give in to her touch.

“Is that such a bad thing?” Agatha asks, hopeful.

“I have a better idea” Rio replies, lips curling into a smirk at the defeated groan it gets out of Agatha, knowing exactly what is about to happen.

Agatha squeals as she is swiftly lifted off the bed, legs wrapping around Rio’s waist like they belong nowhere else. Her hands clinging to the back of her neck as she is carried out the room.

“Baby I’m okay, can’t we just stay in bed and let the day pass by?” Agatha tries to persuade, lips ghosting against Rio’s cheek.

“After we have shown you that you deserve to feel good” Rio says with no room for argument.

Agatha still tries her luck, her fingers teasing the baby hairs with little tugs. “There are many ways you can make me feel good.”

“Oh I know and I’m going to show you a few right now sweetheart.”

The shower steam slowly starts to fill up the room, the stream of water setting a calmness over them both as Rio pulls Agatha in by her hips and places a gentle kiss to her jaw.

“Let me help” She says softly, her hands reaching to grab the shampoo before she works it into Agatha’s scalp. “You gotta take care of all you, even the parts that don’t feel important today.”

Agatha just hums, embracing the way Rio’s nails scrape against her scalp.

“You have to remind yourself that you deserve good things” Rio adds as the suds rinse away, her mouth pressing against Agatha’s shoulder. “And not always just pleasure.”

Agatha is most likely rolling her eyes again, her own hands reaching for Rio’s. “But what if that’s what I want right now?”

“Then that’s what you’ll get, but not without something from you.”

“I don’t please you enough?” Agatha teases, whining when Rio’s hand pulls back onto her hip.

“Always, but this is about you today. You giving yourself something back” Rio whispers, reaching for the conditioner and pulling back to get to work.

“What do you mean?” Agatha groans, but doesn’t pull away. “I’m trying my best.”

“You are doing more than that baby, you just aren’t kind enough to yourself. So let’s work on that today hm?”

“How?” Agatha’s voice is barely audible as she spins to face Rio. “I just want you to make me feel good.”

“How about we do both?” Rio gives her a devilish grin as she leans in and presses their lips together lightly.

Agatha looks back confused but intrigued as she melts against Rio’s chest, her own lips pressing more firmly.

The water comes to a stop and Rio leads them out and makes quick work as she pats Agatha down with a towel, admiring the flush to her skin as she watches contently.

She lets out a quiet gasp as Rio drops the towel at their feet and replaces it with her chest flush to Agatha’s back, hands guiding her forward until her thighs hit the vanity. The clouded over mirror reflecting Rio’s smirk perfectly back at them.

“Here’s what we are going to do,” Rio says as she leans forward to unfog the mirror and moves Agatha’s palms flat onto the countertop. “I’m going to fuck you while we work on you being kinder to yourself.”

“Rio…” Agatha huffs.

With a shake of her head Rio moves closer, letting her cock press firmly against Agatha’s ass cheek, watching her face, lips parting as Rio’s teeth sink into her shoulder.

“Look at you, you’re beautiful” Rio mumbles against her skin.

Agatha hums, grinding herself against Rio more firmly.

“Say it.”

“You’re beautiful” Agatha smirks back at her in the mirror, yelping when fingers pinch playfully against her ass before glaring back. “Fine, I am beautiful.”

“Mm better but I need you to sound like you mean it” Rio adds, letting her hand roam over the curve of her ass and settling between Agatha thighs. “Try again baby.”

Agatha lets out a pleased sigh when fingers spread her open and land against her clit. “Fuck okay, I am beautiful.”

“Good girl, that’s more like it” Rio praises, giving barely there strokes against the soft flesh. “Now, ‘I deserve to feel good’, let me hear you.”

Rio watches as a flicker of doubt flashes in Agatha’s eyes as she looks at herself, her mouth twisting and brows furrowing but when her eyes land back on Rio’s she takes in a deep breath and nods letting it all fall away.

“I deserve to feel good” She says, hesitation still there, she shakes it out and focuses back on herself. “I deserve to feel fucking good.”

“That’s right baby, you are so good” Rio sighs against her, the arousal dripping down the length of her fingers as she starts to pick up her pace. “What are you?”

Agatha’s jaw slackens at the new pressure against her, nails digging into the countertop as Rio teases against her entrance. “I am good, so good, fuck baby please I don’t want your fingers, I want you.”

“Okay you can have me, but say it again, minus the begging” Rio smirks against her shoulder as she is met with a scowl through the glass. “You don’t have to beg today, you’ll get everything you deserve.”

Agatha falls onto her forearms, opening herself up for Rio to give her what she needs, moaning at the softest brush of her length against her, but Rio waits, eyebrows raised.

“I am good” Agatha says towards Rio’s reflection, groans when she just shakes her head back at her, her eyes settle back onto herself again, she swallows and says it again with more conviction. “I am good.”

“So so good.” Rio rewards her by stroking her tip through her slick folds and pressing lightly against her entrance, lips teasing against the shell of her ear. “Now, ‘I deserve kindness’, show me you believe it.”

Agatha pushes herself back into the touch and lets Rio sink into her, only an inch but enough to make her let out a low moan and her head threatens to join her hands against the marble.

“Fuck, okay, I deserve kindness” She breathes out slowly, the thickness of Rio pressing into her further with each syllable. With a slight sob as she wraps around Rio’s length she manages to choke it out one more time. “I deserve kindness.”

“Perfect” Rio whispers, teeth grazing against her ear lobe. “From yourself and others, never forget that. You are so loved.”

Rio’s hips start to roll, her hands steady against Agatha’s waist, thumbs brushing against her gently. She watches the flush from her cheeks start to creep down her neck and chest, skin glowing under the bathroom light.

She groans as she bottoms out with a harsher snap of her hips. “Let yourself hear it baby.”

Agatha mewls at the fullness, her pussy clenching trying to keep Rio in place. A moan traps in her throat as she looks up to find brown eyes watching her with so much love that her body threatens to crumble.

She must believe it then, really believes it. “I am so loved,” it’s barely a whisper and when soft lips press against her pulse point she lets the moan escape her lips. “Oh god I am so loved, so loved.”

Rio smiles against her, and a soft laugh settles between them at the quiet babbles coming from her girlfriend. She rocks her hips then, the pace picking up, fingers making a slow journey up Agatha’s spine and settle in her hair, nails scraping against her scalp.

“Do you believe all of it?” Rio asks, tugging slightly so eyes flicker up to hers again.

“Mm anything I say in these conditions may not be held against me” Agatha pants out, grinding back to match Rio’s pace. “But yes, I will let myself believe it, for me and for you.”

“Oh I am so holding it against you!” Rio teases, teeth sinking into her neck at the same time she tugs Agatha’s head back further. “So can I hear some affirmations from you, my love?”

Rio pulls back almost all the way and then sinks into her, slow and steady, the warmth wrapping around her cock again. Can feel the sweat starting to collect on her brow as she struggles to keep her shit together, her body trying to betray her from a few fucking strokes.

She really should have known how this was going to go from the playful glint now very much present in Agatha's eyes.

“My pussy is irresistible” Agatha grins, bringing one hand up to press against the mirror, hips lifting slightly letting Rio in deeper.

Rio chokes on her laugh as her hips falter at the confidence now radiating from her girlfriend. “Mm so true.”

“I have great tits,” Agatha says with a harsh grind of her hips, biting her lip as Rio’s eyes move without a second thought.

“God yes” Rio nods against her, her other hand coming to palm them as she keeps fucking into her, the pace almost frantic. “So fucking great baby.”

Agatha lets out a laugh that sounds more like a moan as Rio’s fingers get more desperate as they tease against her tits.

“I look so fucking good when I take you like this” She says with a groan as Rio pulses inside her, the wet heat has her throbbing with each stroke.

“You look fucking amazing everytime you take me” Rio grunts, pre cum leaking out of her with a each clench around her length. “You never behave for long enough though.”

Agatha pouts back at her, restraining against Rio’s hold in her hair, exposing more of her neck. “Didn’t you just tell me how good I am?”

“You can be good and a terrible influence at the same time” Rio pants, her mouth hoovering over the skin waiting for her lips. “I learned that the hard way.”

“You love it.”

Fuck yeah she did love it, loved the way Agatha laughed, the little snort she let out and the way her cheeks would turn pink when Rio heard it. Loved the way she got Rio’s heart pounding in her chest from just a glance across crowded rooms. Loved the way she smiled against her skin in the late hours, sleepy confessions rolling off her tongue that she would blame on sleep deprivation or one too many orgasms. She loved her, all of her, the hard edges, the eye rolls, the snarky comments when she hadn’t had enough caffeine, the way she could empty a room with a commanding clap of her hands and a twitch of her eyebrows. But especially the soft hum of her throat in the morning when she felt Rio press against her, the soft smile on her lips when she would find her stood against the bar and the way she let her walls fall when it was just them. Let Rio see all of her, let her be loved by her.

Rio’s pace didn’t let up, the internal realisation only made her fuck with more intention as she sank her teeth into Agatha’s neck again and let her hips smack against her ass. Agatha’s moans fill the space, her arousal drips down Rio’s cock, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets the pleasure consume her.

They are both close, Rio has been since they started but that is beside the point, she wants to let Agatha have this.

“Fuck baby, don’t stop” Agatha cries out, her own pace starting to falter the closer she gets. “Can I share some things for you to remind yourself of?”

Rio looks at her, confused and then smirks slowly as the realisation hits her. “Sure sweetheart, I’m listening.”

A mistake really, another lesson to be learned happening right in front of her.

Affirmations long gone from Agatha’s mind, she is running on pure pleasure, her body begging to let go.

Agatha tries to give her a wicked grin but her mouth twists as Rio hits the right spot inside of her and her mouth falls open, she shakes her hair back from her face and tries to right herself. The smile finally creeping back across her face.

“You’re so fucking big” Agatha says with a pound of her fist on the mirror. Her words come out with a stutter as Rio throbs inside her. “You fill me so well, like you belong nowhere else. Say it.”

Oh fuck.

“I-, I only belong to you. Only you.” Rio fumbles to get her hand back on Agatha’s hip to steady them both. Her cock aching for release. “All yours.”

“That’s right handsome, only mine.”

Rio whimpers as Agatha brings her hand from the counter top and lets it settle between her thighs. Her eyes don’t leave Rio’s as she starts to rub gentle circles against her clit.

“You make me so fucking wet, this is all yours too” Agatha lets out a gasped laugh as Rio grips her harder. “Who does this pussy belong to Rio?”

“Fuck, me, it’s mine, it belongs to me” Rio is done for, her knees shake, thighs sticky. “Agatha, oh god, I can’t hold it, I'm gonna come.”

She feels the pressure building, her pace slowing as she concentrates, waits to be told, always waits to be told.

Agatha collapses back down against the marble, her cheek landing softly against her arm, her own orgasm ready to shatter.

“Then be a good boy and come inside me, show me who owns it.”

With a harsh grip on her hair and nails biting into Agatha’s skin, Rio lets herself come hard and fast. As soon as the thick wetness hits deep inside her Agatha lets out a guttural moan as her own orgasm rips through her. Bones threatening to shatter, her knees give way. Rio’s hands move quickly, holding her up right, still inches deep into her as they both attempt to catch their breath.

“Holy fuck Agatha, this was supposed to be a sweet moment for you” Rio laughs against her, her own legs barely keeping them both up. “See, bad influence.”

Agatha lets out a huffed laugh against her arms, slowly tilting her head to side to look back at her. “It was sweet, I just made it hotter and made you come quicker.”

She smiles then, the kind of smile that Rio hadn’t seen all week, real, raw, beautiful.

“Mm still you always have to make it dirtier don’t you my love?” Rio whispers, slowly pulling out, grinning as a pout forms on Agatha’s lips. She gently helps her up and spins her to face her. “Can you tell me everything you have to remind yourself of? Daily might I add.”

With a groan Agatha lets her mouth land on Rio’s kissing her slowly, her hands reaching to wrap around her neck and pulls back with a smart ass smile. “I have great tits.” She smirks as Rio scowls. “I have an irresistible pussy and I look so fucking good when you fuck me.”

Rio lets her hands wander up her sweat slicked skin, thumbs brushing against Agatha’s ribs as she leans in to press another kiss to her lips, smiling against her as the grip on her neck tightens.

“All true, but is that all my love?” Rio asks, her tone light.

“I think there were a few other things but you might need to remind me of them again, they sound much better leaving your lips.”

Agatha laughs at the eye roll it gets as a response, yelps as Rio tugs her away from the vanity and back against the tiles, the shower starts up again and she bites her lip as Rio sinks to her knees in front of her.

“You are beautiful” Rio whispers, mouth pressing to the inside of her thigh as she lifts it gently to sit over her shoulder. “You deserve to feel good.” Her hand traces lightly up the back of her other thigh and lands on her ass, pulling her closer. “You are so fucking good.”

As Rio kisses lightly up her thigh, teeth grazing playfully as she looks up at her girlfriend who looks back at her with the same kind of adoration, she feels it, feels the love being given right back. No words needed, just gentle eyes watching her as she talks.

“You deserve kindness” Rio continues, her tongue gently running along the length of Agatha’s pussy, teasing. “Baby, you are so fucking loved.”

Agatha moans, her head thumping back against the tiles as Rio lets her tongue work against her, her own moans joining in as her girlfriend's pleasure coats her lips.

With a gasp Agatha jolts up and looks down at her, Rio stills, eyebrows pinching together as she waits. “You forgot about my great fucking tits.”

Their laughs bounce off the walls and Rio uses her hold to pull her in even closer. “They are really fucking great.”

“Mhm and don’t you forget, now be a good boy and tell me all of it again so I can come to the sound of you telling me how great I am.”

Rio grins wide, no hesitation as her mouth settles against her again. “Yes ma’am.”