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Agatha felt as if her consciousness was floating. She felt partially detached from her physical form, although she was vaguely aware of how deliciously sore her body was, muscles aching and her lungs overworked, as if she’d just run a marathon. And technically speaking, she had just participated in one, but not one where she was running.

Despite the water from the shower being so hot that it was almost scalding as it rained down onto her flushed skin, she was shivering, still coming down from the explosion of dopamine, oxytocin, and adrenaline that had been pumping through her veins for the past four hours.

Even after lying in bed and dozing for a good forty minutes after finishing for what must’ve been the fourth… fifth… she lost count of how many times, post-orgasm aftershocks were still rocking her body with sparks of pleasure.

Her thighs and calves, especially, were weak and shaky. She had to be guided, half-supported, to the bathroom, and it took some convincing to insist that she was okay to be left alone for two minutes, while the bed was stripped of its ruined sheets and the windows were opened to air out the bedroom.

Closing her eyes, Agatha braced herself on the shower wall as she tilted her head back. She allowed the water to wash over her face and cleanse her skin of the sweat and other bodily fluids that were making her feel worn and sticky… hyperaware, despite her dissociation, of the pearly white cum dribbling down her inner thighs.

The bathroom door creaked on its rusty hinge as it swung open. Agatha’s lips ticked up into a wry smile as she heard the quiet padding of bare feet on the tiles. The shower was a walk-in, and so it only took a couple of seconds for her partner to join her. Long, lithe fingers traced down the length of Agatha’s spine, lighting her nerves aflame and causing the heat in her lower belly, which she thought was fully burnt out after multiple rounds in bed, to reignite. Then, her hips were cradled from behind, soft lips pressing tender kisses to her neck.

“You should turn the water temp down, mi amor,” Rio husked into her ear, nuzzling affectionately. “You’re going to look like a langosta. And it’ll dry out your skin.”

“Mm, maybe after this, you should rub moisturizer all over me, then,” Agatha murmured. But she obediently fiddled with the temperature handle, adjusting it so it was a couple of degrees cooler.

Her head lolled back to rest on her partner’s shoulder as Rio skated their hands from her hips up to her breasts to palm them. Her nipples were still sensitive after Rio brought her to orgasm by sucking on them earlier. She released a shuddering breath, turning around to face her lover, raising her shaking hands to cup their face.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” Rio replied, their voice equally hushed. “I changed the sheets.” They bit their lip as they said it, as if trying to hide a hilarious secret.

“Let me guess… I’m gonna walk out there to your tiny leaf people bedsheets.”

“They’re Koroks and they’re incredibly cute,” Rio argued. They flicked a wet strand of hair out of Agatha’s face, thumb caressing her cheek as if she were some fragile, precious thing they were afraid they would shatter. “How are you feeling?” they asked softly.

“Good. Satisfied.” She exhaled shakily. “Tired,” she confessed. “And…” She hesitated. She hated being and feeling so vulnerable, but Rio was the one person in the world that she felt safe enough around to admit, “Brain’s a little fuzzy.”

Rio hummed, clearly trying to suppress a smug expression, knowing that they were the reason why Agatha was in her current state. “Well, after we shower, I’ll make you some chamomile tea and we can eat peanut M&Ms in bed, that’ll probably help ground you.”

She swallowed, nodding. God, Rio was so wonderful. Agatha still couldn’t believe that she’d lucked out so much by having them become her partner. After a childhood filled with sadness and misery, and her early adulthood spent with her emotional walls raised in an effort to protect her heart, it was still difficult for Agatha to comprehend that she deserved to be taken care of by her partner. Not out of obligation, but because Rio wanted to.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” she whispered.

Rio chuckled, the sound low and throaty, and so insanely hot. “You don’t need to ask for permission, cariño.”

Overwhelmed by fondness for the person in front of her, Agatha popped up onto her tiptoes to kiss them. Rio’s arms wound around her waist to pull her closer, tongue flicking at her lips, asking permission for entry. Moaning quietly, Agatha acquiesced, opening her mouth and allowing her partner to deepen the kiss, to the point of it teetering on the edge of becoming aggressive.

That was one of the things that Agatha loved the most about her partner of six years. Rio knew precisely when to be rough and dominant when needed, but was always so, so gentle with her at the same time, always ensuring that Agatha was comfortable and felt as if she had control in their relationship. Control that she desperately needed after decades of having her body beaten and heart stomped on by her family and ex-girlfriends.

It was part of the reason why she, a lesbian green infrastructure architect, who worked in a field dominated by men, was so drawn to them. As a non-binary Latinx who worked alongside her as a civil engineer, Rio understood the struggles that Agatha faced in fighting for her projects. In particular, they understood that she was forced to don a terrifyingly stern and no-nonsense persona to be listened to by her peers.

They didn’t care that she made herself seem unapproachable and hostile as she barked orders and acted like she had the biggest dick on the construction site. In fact, beyond being unfazed, they were delighted by it. (And part of it was that Rio did not feel at all threatened by her dick-waving, because they knew the size of what they were sporting in their pants.)

They pursued her vigorously, until Agatha was impressed enough by their bravado to agree to a single date. That single date turned into a series of dates, which transformed into exclusively dating, which then morphed into a steady years-long relationship.

Agatha was jolted back to the present by her partner nipping at her lip lightly, obviously having figured out that she was losing herself in her thoughts.

When she drew back, Rio stared at her with such passionate intensity, their doe-like mahogany eyes glinting, that Agatha’s heart immediately began to race. She knew exactly what that kind of look resulted in. She’d just spent the last four hours tumbling around in bed with her partner because of that look.

They raked their gaze downwards, over Agatha’s body, and despite the water being scaldingly hot, goosebumps broke out over her skin under their attention. Her own eyes ended up wandering downwards as well, admiring the Rio’s toned six-pack, their faint and now barely visible top surgery scars, and the pretty six and a half inch cock curving up and bobbing against their belly.

Her partner frowned, reaching down between her legs. Their fingers parted her wiry curls to swipe her fingertips over the seam of Agatha’s swollen pussy lips.

“You’re leaking,” Rio rasped.

“Hm, that’s what happens when you fuck me full of your cum multiple times,” Agatha huffed a laugh. “Too much to stay inside me. What did you want me to do, plug myself up and keep it inside all night?”

Rio’s eyes snapped up to meet hers, copper brown clashing with ocean blue. “Exactly. It needs to stay inside of you if we’re gonna make it stick,” they rumbled. Ah, there was the breeding kink returning and rearing its head. It was one of their favourite roleplays in the bedroom. “If you’re gonna let it leak out of you and go to waste down the drain, then I need to fill you again.”

She sighed. “Again? Rio, you’ve already come inside me tonight three times -” She was cut off, emitting a yelp, as she was twirled around, Rio’s hands grasping her hips firmly.

The oxygen was sucked from Agatha’s lungs as her partner pressed her up against the fogged-up glass of the shower, rubbing their rock-hard cock up against her ass. Agatha’s own hands were trapped between her body and the glass, leaving handprints behind.

She was partially afraid of slipping, since water was still pounding down from above and forming an inch-high pool on the shower floor, but one of Rio’s hands slid up to grasp at her boob. It helped stabilize her while also squeezing and kneading her breast in their palm. Desire flooded through her body, her arousal ramping up to a hundred once again.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered.

Rio’s hazel irises were swallowed by her pupils, her eyes black with lust. “That’s the idea.”

Agatha moaned as she felt the head of Rio’s cock prodding experimentally and notching at her entrance. Her clit was throbbing, desperate for stimulation even though it had been rubbed, slapped, and stroked for hours before this; the last time Rio touched her while they were in bed, Agatha had to wheeze out yellow, because she felt as if her clit was going to explode from the sheer volume of blood pulsing inside of it.

Finally, Rio found the correct angle and drove their hips upwards, spearing her on their length smoothly. Agatha’s cunt was so sloppy with slick and seed that a single frictionless thrust was all it took for her partner to bottom out inside her.

“Mierda,” Rio choked. “Fuck, Agatha, I can - I can feel all the cum I packed into you before, you’re so wet.”

They paused for a moment, panting obscenely in her ear as they remained hilted, allowing Agatha to adjust to the sensation of being stretched open again. Agatha did need that half a minute, because as soon as Rio’s cock slid into her pussy, she was instantly seeing stars again, her vision whiting out and her whole body beginning to tremble with pleasure.

Her lungs were fighting her as she tried to breathe, her heart jackrabbing in her chest. And the way Rio started biting and nibbling at her shoulder was driving her crazy, the sensation of their teeth sinking into her skin to leave indentations making her tingle all over.

“Ready?” Rio asked, briefly raising the hand cupping her breast to sweep her drenched hair to the side, to expose even more skin around her neck for them to suck hickies onto.

“Yes,” Agatha managed to say.

“You sure, amorcita?”

“Rio, I swear to God, if you don’t start fucking me in the next five seconds, I’m gonna throw the conditioner bottle in your face,” she wheezed. “Don’t test me, you know I can take back control of you in a second if I want to.”

Rio exhaled sharply in a sound that was close to a stifled laugh. “I’ve got you, pretty girl, don’t worry,” they reassured her sweetly. “No need to throw any tantrums.”

“‘Tantrums’?” she choked. “Don’t patronise me, I’m not a child.”

“No, but you are a brat.”

That was true. But Agatha sniffed, denying it as she scowled, “No, I just know what I want, and what I want right now is for you to fucking move.”

“Okay,” Rio said simply.

The first thrust was nearly enough to cause Agatha’s knees to crumble beneath her, and it was only because of Rio’s arm encasing her waist, and the other grasping her torso, that she managed to stay upright. By the second and third, Agatha felt as if she were floating again, the tip of Rio’s length grazing over her G-spot with each lunge and overloading her nervous system.

“Am I moving enough for you now, Agatha?” Rio said raggedly, taunting her.

“Could go faster,” Agatha replied in a strained faux nonchalant voice. In reality, she was anything but nonchalant. Her teeth were starting to chatter, the sensation of being stretched open and full scratching at an inch in the brain she didn’t even know existed.

Her partner chuffed, like a pleased tiger. “I could, but I wanna draw this out. I wanna enjoy every minute I get to spend inside you, with your tight little pussy squeezing my cock and begging for my cum.”

It wasn’t a hard-and-fast pace that they typically enjoyed in bed, when Rio maneuvered Agatha’s eager body into the mating press or doggy style positions and tried their hardest to shatter her pelvis by pounding into her until she passed out. They were both too tired for that, already sore and weary after their previous rounds.

No, the pace was slow, but no less enthusiastic, Rio withdrawing and rocking their hips to thrust into Agatha rhythmically. They were quivering as well, their breath hot against the back of Agatha’s neck.

“YES! Yes, god, just like that,” Agatha sobbed, as the angle changed on one thrust to strike her G-spot head-on, making her feel light-headed. “Oh, yes, fuck, that’s it, oh god.”

“Gotta make sure it sticks,” Rio grunted.

Throwing her head back in a stuttered, open-mouthed moan, she gasped out, “Y-yes!” in encouragement, arching her spine to encourage them.

Their thrusts were becoming more forceful, as if they were trying to break through her cervix and fuck into her womb. “Gonna stuff you so full and so deep you’re dripping me for the next week.”

“That’s it, baby, fuck me with your big cock, fill me up, breed me!” she cried out.

“My filthy slut wants me to breed her, I’m gonna get you pregnant with quadruplets.”

Quadruplets, fuck, Agatha nearly burst out laughing, because that was a lofty goal. Good on Rio for being dedicated to their task, though. Fucking Agatha raw did always seem to drive them to act frenzied.

Rio must have caught on to her stifling her amused snort, because they used the hand they’d been teasing her nipple with to grab a fistful of her wet hair, tugging her head back. Agatha hissed, but the pressure mixed with pain heightened her arousal, pouring coals onto the roaring bonfire in her lower belly.

The water continuously raining down on them from the showerhead was no longer boiling hot, the temperature cooling rapidly as they ran out of hot water. Their water bill this month was undoubtedly going to be horrendous. Rio obviously had the same thought, and didn’t want to risk them getting hypothermia from fucking in a freezing cold shower, because they extended a hand, patting at the shower wall until they reached the controls and were able to switch the water off.

When they suddenly came to an abrupt stop, Agatha wondered if their orgasm had arrived early, but she couldn’t feel the usual tensing of muscles and jerking of their length inside of her core that typically accompanied them ejaculating.

It seemed, in fact, that Rio had other plans. Her partner pulled out suddenly, triggering Agatha to squawk in enraged protest. But then Rio turned her around again, so they were face-to-face, and scooped Agatha up into their arms, pressing her back against the glass now. Their hands settled beneath Agatha’s ass and thighs to support her weight.

Working as a civil engineer who was very involved in managing on-site structural operations - and lifting very heavy equipment and materials around, to help out the builders - paired with Rio’s habit of going for a run along the river every evening to wind down after work, meant that they were ripped; they were able to lift Agatha up effortlessly. Naked and soaking wet, pinned up against the wall, her entire life was now in Rio’s hands, because if they dropped her, it would likely be catastrophic.

“Oh fuck, you better not slip,” Agatha breathed.

“Why do you think I advocated for us getting anti-slip tiles and testing them out so vigorously when we got the bathroom remodelled?” Rio laughed.

“I can’t believe we spent an extra three hundred dollars on those tiles just so you could fuck me in the shower.”

“Really? You can’t believe it?” Rio was in the process of lowering Agatha back down onto their cock, encouraging her to wrap her legs around her waist and hook her ankles together.

This new position opened up her pelvis even more, allowing her partner to slide even deeper inside her pussy. “No, I totally believe it, and it was totally worth it,” she groaned.

Rio began to drive into her faster now, pummelling her pussy with their cock like a feral beast desperate to breed their mate.

Agatha whimpered, her head falling forward so her forehead rested on Rio’s shoulder. “Oh god, I’m close.” She was hovering at the very brink of orgasm, the only barrier being her own exhaustion and her nervous system already feeling fried.

“Yeah? You’re close, baby? You gonna come around my cock? Gonna fuckin’ milk me for my cum with your greedy cunt? Slut,” Rio purred. “Eres tan hermosa cuando lloras como una puta patética por mi semen.” You’re so beautiful when you cry like a pathetic whore for my cum. They nudged her head until she raised it, and then they kissed her bruisingly. It silenced Agatha’s needy whining, as they moaned into her mouth, “Te verás increíblemente sexy cuando estés embarazada de mi bebé.” You're going to look incredibly sexy when you're pregnant with my baby.

The Spanish was what finally pushed her over the edge. She didn’t even need any clitoral stimulation; Rio’s dirty talk, as well as their cock glancing off her G-spot and smashing into her cervix, sent her pussy into uncontrollable spasms. Her orgasm crashed down onto her with all the force of an avalanche.

Rio’s legs nearly buckled as they felt their dick being milked by her climax. “Dios mío. Un coño tan bonito, apretando mi polla, estás tan apretado,” they panted, mouthing at her clavicle and sucking yet another hickey into the soft, fragile skin of her throat. Oh my God. Such a pretty pussy, squeezing my cock, you're so tight.

Something fractured deep inside of Agatha, her heart skipping several beats and pulse spiking as her blood roared in her ears. The tidal wave of pleasure was so intense that she blacked out momentarily. Agatha was trembling from head to toe, all of her lower body muscles tensing as her hips bucked wildly. Her legs clamped around her partner’s waist to keep them anchored together as she scratched down their back, nails digging into their skin deep enough to draw tiny beads of blood.

“Oh fuck, Rio, come inside me, fuck, breed me, fill me up!” she begged.

“M’coming,” Rio slurred.

They wound their arms around her, one hand covering the expanse of her lower back and the other gripping the back of Agatha’s neck, as they hunched over and shook. Thick of cum fired off inside of her like streams of fire, Rio’s cock lodged so deep that Agatha had no doubt that her cervix was being bathed in seed. Rio ground their hips forward with each expulsion, their pelvic bone rubbing up against her clit and making her see white.

It took a good minute or two for them to come down from their orgasms. Agatha’s entire body felt like jelly, and she could only imagine how Rio felt, having just been drained dry. She was sore all over, so Rio had to be too. Her partner very slowly lowered her back onto the shower floor, keeping themself hilted in her the entire time. They made sure that she was steady enough to stand by herself before releasing their grasp on her ass.

They rubbed their palm over her abdomen, as if trying to feel their length bulging beneath her skin as they refused to pull out, using their softening dick to plug up her pussy. “You love this, don’t you, baby? Me making using you as a cocksleeve, turning you into my cumdump.”

Agatha snickered. “God, your dirty talk tonight is on another level, have you been practicing?” she teased. “In Spanish as well as English?”

Rio pouted at her adorably. “Just trying out some new material. I’ve been workshopping.”

“I’m not going to complain, your Spanish is what triggered me to come,” Agatha told them, laughing at how they beamed at her with pride.

As soon as their cock was fully deflated, it slipped out of Agatha’s cum-slick pussy with a lewd, wet squelch, flopping limply down onto Rio’s thigh, drenched in their joint sex fluids. Agatha instantly felt empty and hollowed out, missing the sensation of being full. And the moment Rio’s cock was no longer inside her to act as a stopper, their release immediately began oozing out, running down her inner thighs in a viscous flood.

“Fuck,” Rio breathed, watching with dilated pupils the size of plates. “You’ve got a little bump from how much cum I’ve stuffed into you.”

They skated trembling fingertips over her stomach, where there was indeed a small, barely visible belly pouch. Closing their eyes, they bit their lip as their cock began to twitch again, trying to get hard, but unable to because of how many times they’d come today.

Seeing the hungry, frantic gleam in her partner’s eyes was enough to make Agatha’s arousal flare weakly. But she was too exhausted for another orgasm. Instead, she dragged her fingers up her thigh to gather some of Rio’s cum on them, sticking them into her mouth and moaning at the salty musky taste that was so unique to Rio. Rio licked their lips ravenously, eyeing her cunt as if they were desperate to make it their next meal.

Agatha was all too happy to oblige, her dominant side surging into control. She snatched up a fistful of her partner’s wet hair, reveling in the quiet submissive whimper it prompted. “Down. On your knees,” she ordered. “You don’t want any of your cum wasted down the drain, you’re gonna clean up anything that drips out of me. If a single drop falls onto that shower floor when it should end up in your mouth, I’ll make you wear condoms for a week.”

Now, that was a threat Rio took very seriously. The expression on her partner’s face was as if Agatha had threatened to shoot her, rather than just make them wear protection for seven days of sex.

Without hesitation, they dropped to their knees on the cold shower floor, the inch-deep layer of water in the tray caused by their terrible drain splashing around them. Agatha didn’t even need to guide their mouth to her pussy by yanking on their hair - Rio was all too enthusiastic, diving in and lapping at her cunt in broad, wet stripes.

They left her clit alone, obviously suspecting that she was too sensitive for that sort of attention. Otherwise, they were thorough with their ministrations. Their eager tongue curled inside of her, just dipping into her entrance enough to lick up the cum accumulating there, before they began to lick her upper inner thighs as well.

Rio keened like a thirsty kitten pleading for milk, the vibration making shivers break out all over Agatha’s body. Despite being overstimulated and starting to feel very sleepy, Agatha enjoyed her partner’s appetite for her cum-filled pussy. She wasn’t aiming to come at all, knowing that another orgasm might actually put her in the morgue, but having Rio eat her out was a nice, calm wind-down for their long, arduous night.

“Fuck, yes, good puppy,” Agatha murmured, sighing happily. “Such a good mouth, you’re always so attentive when eating me out. You love it, don’t you, sweetheart? Don’t swallow, I wanna see it all on your tongue, show me you collected everything.”

Nodding, Rio continued, dutifully performing their task while respectfully avoiding her clit. Agatha was reminded of how grateful she was that they had indeed chosen to spend a stupid amount of money to buy anti-slip shower tiles instead of the regular ones, because it was only her being able to brace herself up against the wall that was keeping her on her feet.

After a couple more minutes, Agatha realised that she could barely keep her eyes open for much longer. “That’s enough, love,” she said softly, stroking through her partner’s hair. “M’all tapped out.”

Pulling back and rocking on their knees, Rio obediently opened up their mouth to show her the cum that was pooling beneath their tongue, before gulping it down. “Thank God, because I can’t feel my legs,” Rio admitted.

Agatha blanched worriedly. “Oh, are you okay?”

“It’s okay, I’m fine, it’s probably just gonna give me pins and needles, mi amor,” her partner reassured her.

Agatha had to help them clamber back onto their feet, and they were both a little wobbly and foggy from fatigue. They switched the shower back on to rinse off under the warm, not hot, water, and both silently, without need for discussion, seemed to agree that they didn’t have the energy to actually wash their hair.

They sluggishly lathered shower gel over their bodies, washed that off, and then stumbled out of the shower to towel off and pee. No post-sex UTIs on their watch. Agatha pulled one of Rio’s tank tops over her head and couldn’t be bothered to grab panties out of their chest of drawers, while Rio swiped up their discarded pair of boxer briefs on the floor from earlier; they were lime green and patterned with Snoopy, and they hopped around as they tried to yank them on.

Frankly, they were too tired to even get the hair-dryers out to dry their hair properly. They took it in turns to towel-dry the others' hair as extensively as they could, so that it was only slightly damp. Agatha climbed into the bed - which, yes, had been changed out to Korok-patterned sheets, her nerd of a partner was so predictable - and groped in the bedside table drawer for their packet of emergency post-coital M&Ms while Rio went to brew tea for them in the kitchen.

When they joined Agatha in bed, placing the two mugs of tea on the bedside cabinet, they drew her into their embrace, kissing all over her face affectionately. Rio turned on the bedside lamp that was on a twenty-minute timer rather than the full bedroom lights, likely because they knew they would probably not be getting out of bed again tonight.

Agatha crawled on top of Rio as they lay on their back and nuzzled into their neck, feeling heavy from drowsiness and the come-down from all the sex hormones.

“You good?” Rio asked softly.

“Hm. Very. Gonna fall asleep soon. You?”

“Same.”

“We’re gonna have to shower again tomorrow morning,” Agatha mumbled. “Because I am definitely dripping cum all over your underwear right now.”

She was. She could feel it slowly drooling out of her. Maybe she should have put on panties.

“I like it,” Rio murmured, their eyes already shut. “You’re gonna fall asleep tonight with a part of me inside of you.”

“If I get pregnant, you’re gonna be so insufferable, knowing I’m carrying a tiny piece of you in my womb for nine months.”

They let out a soft, hopeful mew. “Let’s hope that it sticks then.”

They fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms before taking a single sip of chamomile, lulled into peaceful slumber by the gentle pleasure of being happy, safe, sated, and together.