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     It’s late at night, Agatha, Wanda, Jennifer and Alice are at the city’s most popular gay club, The Queerant. They all lift their shot glasses; Agatha had lost count of what round they’re at. So many drinks, so many shots. Dancing with all sorts of people. So many hot men around that she didn’t have to worry about fending off.

“To me!” Agatha hollers.

“To you finally saying yes!” Wanda retorts.

“Just fucking take the shot!” Jennifer demands

“Here, here!” Alice concords and they all throw their shots to the back of their throats. Agatha hisses out of respect for the hard liquor, but it’s barely burning its way down anymore.

“Honestly,” Jennifer starts, “I’m surprised you actually said yes and haven’t broken up with him since.” Alice nods.

“Same.” She says.

“What? Can’t a girl finally settle down?” Agatha asks innocently.

“A girl can .” Wanda says, waving the fingers of her left hand, proudly showing her wedding ring. “But I never thought Ralph would actually manage to tie you down.”

     And yes, like most popular gay clubs in big cities, The Queerant was no stranger to being straight girl’s favorite bachelorette party destination.

     Agatha’s eyes drag across the crowd on the dance floor. Like metal to loadstone, her eyes land on a raven haired beauty; her hair flies as she swings her head in tandem with the music. Agatha doesn’t know how she’s able to see someone so clearly in the middle of a moving crowd, in a dark club with strobing lights and smoke everywhere. But she can see clearly as her eyes open, they’re so deeply brown and immediately find hers. Oxygen leaves Agatha’s lungs.

     Rio is banging his head to Janelle Monae like they’re in a metal concert. Suddenly, as if Fate had gently cupped his chin and lifted it, Rio feels the need to look up and opens their eyes to find stark blue ones watching them. Suddenly, under the stare, fire rushes through his veins, his bones heavy like loadstone keep him in place. The numbness of alcohol now seems replaced by whatever those sapphire eyes are doing to them. Rio takes in a deep breath, the oxygen feeds the fire in his blood and he smiles at the brunette watching them. Rio manages to turn and needles their way further into the dance floor. 

     An invitation.

     Agatha stands abruptly,  startling her girl friends. They all turn to her with inquisitive looks. Agatha adjusts her black dress that clings to every curve of her body, checking it’s not stuck to her thigh high stockings, makes sure she’s balanced on her stiletto heels and clears her throat, eyes never leaving her target in the crowd. 

“I need to dance.” She says, and just as abruptly marches to the dancefloor. She can barely hear her friends shouting after her, sentiments of encouragement, telling her to enjoy herself. As she pushes her way through the crowd, all sorts of people try to pull her in for dance. But Agatha is a woman on a mission, none get as much as a glance thrown their way.

     Finally she finds the woman she’s looking for — she’s wearing a black leather jacket, open to show off a toned supple belly and a black lace bralette that partially hides a tattoo of what seems to be an animal’s skull and spiderwebs on her chest, black skinny jeans that hug her hips and legs deliciously and black combat boots that stutter against the dance floor as she slides her foot. There she is, the amber pull that drew her in, dancing without a care in the world. Arms moving, flowing as her hips swing to the rhythm of the song; it has Agatha hypnotized. She looks at the woman with wide eyes and, as if she knew she’s been watched, brown, neatly traced with black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow, meet blue, framed in pink and black that hasn’t sweated off due to the miracles of modern makeup.

     Agatha steps into her space and they both reach for each other at the same time. Their bodies fit perfectly, devouring against each other. A match made in heaven, hell or whatever plane of existence as long as they were together. They moved with and against each other in their own salacious rhythm and before she knew it, Agatha was pressing her lips against the woman’s. She moans as fingers dig greedily into her hips and shoves her tongue into the woman’s mouth as soon as she’s given entrance. Agatha needs more. She turns around, pressing her ass against the woman’s crotch, and grabs her hands, dragging them up her body until they’re grabbing her tits.

     Rio dances open mouthed as he kneads the woman’s tits. They hadn’t planned to go out tonight. Thank god they listened to Nat instead of rotting on the couch with Mel. Imagine not having this exquisite woman grinding her ass on his crotch to the beat of the song? Unacceptable.

     As Agatha grinds back against the woman, she knows she’s way past being wet. Her new friend, the one gabbing her boobs like her life depends on it, starts grinding back, and that’s when she feels it. Something hot and hard against her ass. It’s an all too familiar feeling to Agatha, but unlike the usual reaction of annoyance she has to it, Agatha’s cunt clenches around nothing with this new revelation. They’re way past dancing now — humping and grinding against each other in the crowded dance floor. But Agatha needs more. She enjoys the hands kneading her breasts for a few more seconds before moving.

     Agatha spins around again, pulling the woman closer, wrapping her arms around her shoulder. They immediately  start making out again. Agatha weaves her fingers through her hair and lifts a leg around her hips. The woman immediately hooks an arm on her thigh and grabs her ass, keeping Agatha’s leg up  against her hip. Agatha doesn’t hesitate a moment to start grinding on her again, and neither does her friend. As she drags her lace clad cunt against the woman’s jeans, she feels the stiffness in them grow and harden further. It feels so fucking good, but she’s Agatha Harkness, and she needs more. Agatha breaks the kiss and rests her forehead against the woman’s, still grinding on her.

“What’s your name?” Agatha asks against her lips, loud enough to be heard.

“Rio. Yours?”

“Agatha.” Agatha kisses her again and pulls back. “Rio!”

“Yea?!” Rio shouts back, dizzy with the feeling of Agatha grinding on their cock.

“I need you to fuck me right now.” If Rio’s pupils weren’t already as wide as physically possible, they would’ve blown wide in that instant. Rio drops Agatha’s leg immediately, grabs her hand, turns around and starts guiding her through the crowd.

     Rio muscles her way to the one cabin bathroom and pulls Agatha in with them and locks the door. They kiss hungrily as Rio moves Agatha and grabs her ass while Agatha starts shimming her underwear down. Before she can finish doing that, Rio is lifting her to sit her on the tiny counter. They both maneuver, not breaking the kiss, to finish freeing Agatha of her thong. Rio finally pulls back, holding Agatha, and stops, taking her in under the bright bathroom light.

“Fuck.” He breathes out. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Mhmm,” Agatha agrees. “Right back at you handsome.” She says, dragging her nails down Rio’s stomach.

     Rio drops to their knees and drapes Agatha’s legs over their shoulders as Agatha rolls her dress up, revealing the lace edge of her stocking and straps that traveled up and under her dress. Rio barely notices the softness of the stocking under their hands as, without a moment of hesitation, they bury their face between her thighs. They drag their tongue between her folds slowly, moaning at the taste. They press the flat of their tongue against Agatha’s clit and rub circles into it. Agatha buries her fingers in Rio’s hair, long nails scratching her scalp. She holds Rio tightly in place as she grinds her hips against her face. The moans that leave her mouth are long and filthy and when Rio sucks labia and clit into her mouth, Agatha throws her head back against the paper towel dispenser, not caring about the pain as she feels her orgasm building up.

“Holy- FUCK. Fuckfuckfuck.” Agatha’s body starts to tremble. “Don’t stop baby don-” Rio’s head is locked in between Agatha’s thigh as she cums on their tongue. He laps at her cunt, humming contently, bringing her down from her orgasm gently until she finally releases their head. 

     Rio looks up at Agatha with a drowsy smile. “You taste even better than I could’ve imagined.” Agatha pulls Rio up and kisses them fervently.

“I haven’t been eaten out so good in ages.” She groans into the kiss, hand palming the bulge in Rio’s pants. He grinds against her hand and moans into the kiss, hands everywhere they can grab some of Agatha’s flesh. Agatha grabs one of Rio’s tits, small and perky against her palm. She kneads it for a moment and then pushes her back a bit. “Let’s switch.” She breathes out, “I wanna suck you off.” Rio nods fervently.

“Yes, ma’am.” He says before helping Agatha off the counter. Agatha shimmies her dress down to its  place as they shift around each other. It would be awkward if it weren’t for how drunk and horny they are.

     Agatha drops to her knees as Rio starts unbuttoning their pants and she slaps his hand away. “I wanna do it.” Rio nods and relaxes back into the counter, bracing it with his hands. Agatha pulls the zipper down and licks her lips when she sees the black boxer briefs struggling to keep Rio concealed. She pulls them down and Rio’s cock springs into attention; Agatha feels herself clench at the sight — thick from the base all its length to its fat head, glistening with pre-cum and twitching with need. Her mouth waters. What the hell did she drink that she’s thirsting after cock? This is the first time ever. She loves Ralph, but his cock is… an amenity. A tool to bring her pleasure and keep him in line. She’s never felt the want she’s feeling right now. If she ever sucked him off it was so she could get away with not having sex, not because she thought it was fun. Rio, though… 

     Before she can finish that train of thought, Agatha wraps her lips around the head and presses her tongue against it, swirling it around.

“Sweet lord~” Rio’s head lulls back before he looks back down at Agatha with heavy eyes. Agatha pushes down further, taking more and more of Rio in her mouth to then drag back to the tip before pushing back in. She holds Rio’s hips firmly to keep them in place as she bobs her head, picking up the pace. Every sound that comes out of Rio makes her more eager, pushes her to go faster, suck harder. Rio is moaning, threading her hair with his fingers, hips twitching as they try not to thrust into her mouth. “Fuck~ what a perfect mouth.”

     THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD

     The door quakes under the assault. “HEY OPEN UP!” A voice from the other side of the door shouts. “THERE’S PEOPLE NEEDING TO USE THE BATHROOM.”

“ Fuck. ” Rio curses under their breath. They should’ve thought about that before. Agatha, however, is undeterred from her goal, if anything it just makes her suck Rio even faster than before, gagging and blubbering around his cock. “Oh mygod!” Rio moans loudly.

     THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD

“I’M SERIOUS DUDE! WE’RE GONNA CALL SECURITY IF YOU DON’T GET THE FUCK OUT!”

“Baby baby c’mon.” Rio pleads, pushing Agatha’s head away. When she relents, gasping for air, Rio calls out. “Alright! We’re going! Just a sec.” Agatha wipes her mouth as she takes Rio’s offered hand to help her up. As Rio manages to tuck himself back in his pants, Agatha puts her underwear back on.

“I need you in me right now .” Agatha says, staring at Rio as they dress. Rio nods vigorously.

“I think I know a place like 2 blocks from here.” They say, voice low.

“Take me.” Agatha says as Rio unlocks and opens the door.

“Sorry guys. My bad.” Rio says with the most charismatic, apologetic smile Agatha has ever seen. After a quick exchange with the guy that had been banging on the door, Rio takes Agatha’s hand and drags her out of there like they’re running  from a plague.

     Fast paced as they are, it takes them no more than 7 minutes to be in a hotel’s lobby. The whole way there, Agatha’s brain is mush, but under the hard light of the hotel’s entrance she finally sees Rio. A woman? Undetermined. Whatever they are, Agatha feels this magnetic pull to them that she’s desperately trying to convince herself is just the alcohol. 

     As Rio pays for the room, Agatha thinks she should probably feel bad, guilty, something negative, but then she remembers how Rio’s tongue found every spot in her cunt that drives her wild, within seconds. She remembers the ecstasy of nearly choking on their cock. She’s broken up with Ralph and then gotten drunk and fucked a girl enough times for it to be called a habit. So this time she forgot to break up with him first — who cares?! She’s still gonna marry him in two weeks, that should count for something, no?

     Rio takes her hand and leads her to the elevator  and  Agatha wonders if that’s how she is in her life. Proud and strong. Walking confidently without hiding her very visible boner. Or is that just the lust and alcohol talking? When the elevator starts moving, Rio grabs Agatha by the jaw and leans in close.

“If at any moment you want to stop, even if it’s right now,” Rio whispers against Agatha’s lips, “just say the word and I’ll take you back to the club.” Agatha grabs Rio’s jacket and uses it to pull her even closer.

“The only reason I’m not climbing you like a motherfucking tree right now , is because I don’t want recordings of it for the hotel security.” Agatha snarls back at him, eyes trained on their lips. The moment the door pings open on their floor, their mouths mash together. They fumble out of the elevator, hands everywhere. Rio’s jacket is already at their elbows when they reach their door — it takes them a minute to get to it given that they wouldn’t stop making out long enough to check they were going in the right direction.

“Door, get the door.” Agatha gasps as Rio’s mouth goes to her neck and presses her against said door. Rio reaches into her jacket’s pocket as she continues to drag her lips across Agatha’s skin. She pulls out the keycard and finally parts from Agatha to make sure she’s putting in the key the right way. The door clicks open and they hurry in. 

     Rio already threw her jacket across the room and is toeing her boots off as Agatha struggles to get her panties off again. There’s a tearing sound at some point but she does not care, throwing the ruined underwear the same direction as Rio’s jacket. Before she can look back, strong and calloused hands are on her ribs, the shell of her ear strains between wet teeth and she lets out a moan. Agatha’s hands palm  Rio’s back as they press her against the desk across from the bed. She tries to pull the bralette up, but then lets out a yelp, which is quickly followed by a giggle from Rio, when she’s lifted onto the desk. Agatha blushes and is about to pout and cross her arms like an angry child when Rio hooks his fingers under the lace and pulls his bra off, sending it flying in the same move and whatever petulance Agatha was brewing, dissipates. Her hands immediately lift to rest against their chest, but her near pout did not go unnoticed.

“Sorry for laughing,” Rio says as they step between Agatha’s legs, cradling her face. “You’re just so fucking cute,” they kiss her slowly, leaving her nearly breathless. “And hot.” Agatha hums, her hand travelling across Rio’s chest. The tattoo is now fully revealed, but her brain hasn’t caught up to it yet as she’s focused on the feeling of Rio’s skin under her hands and her perfect, perfect tits.

     Agatha leans in and starts smattering kisses across their shoulders. As her mouth descends their chest, so do her hands, unbuttoning and unzipping Rio’s pants, not rushed, but with the touch of desperation that naturally comes with unchecked desire. Rio’s head falls back as Agatha palms one of her breasts, kneading it, and takes the other into her mouth, sucking on her nipple.

“Fuuck,” Rio grunts as Agatha’s hand slips under his boxer briefs and starts stroking his length. Rio’s hands, that were roaming Agatha’s body, stop on her thighs, their hips grinding against her hand. “Didn’t you say something about needing me inside you right now ?” Rio says  with a smirk. Agatha pulls back as her hand stills.

“Yes.” Agatha’s voice comes out heavy with want. “Absolutely.” She says tugging Rio’s pants. Rio reaches into their pocket and pulls out a couple of condom packs before they finish pulling their pants and underwear down and kick it away. Rio leaves one pack on the desk and opens the other one, rolling it onto their cock with expertise. It’s excruciating. What about right now did they not understand? Agatha was going to wither and die and Rio was putting on a condom?! So fucking selfish and inconsiderate. “Are you done?!” Rio looks up, startled, but then her surprise morphs into a smirk.

“Oh, I see…” Rio moves closer, while simultaneously grabbing Agatha’s ass and pulling her to the edge of the desk. Their length presses against Agatha’s cunt, parting her outer labia around their girth. “You get bratty when you’re needy.” Rio’s smug smirk remains strong as they look at Agatha like she’s the most delectable thing in the world. Agatha wants to kill them. She wants to punch them, stab them. Maim them somehow. Bite them — whatever. Just anything to get that maddening look off their face.

     As though moved by need, Agatha actually growls as she pulls Rio by the hair and smashes her mouth against his, sucking his tongue into her mouth and biting it, not hard enough to draw blood though she’s tempted. Rio moans into her mouth, delighted and returns the kiss with wanton. They shift their hips back a bit to slide their cock down and press the head against her entrance just enough to slide in. Agatha whimpers into the kiss and lets her hand slip from Rio’s ribs to his back, as the other slides up his chest to rest her arm across their shoulders. 

     Their kiss freezes and they breathe against each other’s open mouths as Rio pushes in until they bottom out. Rio feels Agatha pulsing around them, clenching and unclenching. Everything about this woman is insane- insanely delicious. What they wouldn’t give to feel her without the rubber barrier between them, to be completely soaked in her slick. Agatha feels dizzy for a moment; she’s never felt so full, so fucking good from just having a cock inside her. She’s sure Rio’s skin must be laced with cocaine, molly, something . The way her body has been reacting to Rio ever since their eyes met- Agatha knows that if she just soaked on her cock for long enough, she’d cum, but she can’t have that now, can she?

     As if reading her mind, Rio starts moving again, thrusting into Agatha as he breathes against her skin. Her scent, her warmth, as her head lulls with their every thrust — it’s intoxicating and Rio prays to overdose.  They tighten their grip on Agatha’s ass to keep her in place as they quicken the pace, drawing out louder moans from Agatha.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I want more.” Rio hears against their temple. Agatha lifts her legs more, spreading them further, hoping to take more of Rio. Rio doesn’t speak in between her ragged breathing and moaning, he listens and when Agatha asks for more, their fingers dig into her flesh, certain to bruise her alabaster skin, and they give it to her. Rolling their hips to reach deeper inside Agatha, thrusting faster, harder. “Yes, yes, don’t stop baby. Fu- yesyes, just like that.” 

     The desk wobbles on its unsure footing as it’s repeatedly slammed against the wall, shaking everything attached to it. Rio shuts his eyes tightly, panting as they focus on the feeling of Agatha’s skin against theirs, her wanton gasps, the way she clings to Rio like a sailboat to an anchor, her cunt tightening around Rio in a desperate attempt to keep their cock in her, her moaning loud and bouncing off the walls. Rio keeps thrusting into Agatha, feeling her legs tighten around his hips as her walls flutter around his cock, but Rio doesn’t stop fucking her. Nails dig into their back as Agatha throws her head back and lets out short and loud moans. Her body trembles against Rio as Agatha cums on their cock. Rio’s thrust become lazy to fuck her through and bring her down from her orgasm. Their hands slide up from her ass to her back, bringing her closer still against their chest. Rio caresses Agatha soothingly as she’s still twitching in the aftershock of her orgasm.

     Agatha rested her head on Rio’s shoulder as she recovered her breath, arms still wrapped around them. She turns to face Rio, dragging her mouth and nose against their warm olive skin as she does so. They smell of pomegranates and fresh soil. “Did you cum?” She asks, meeting their eyes, confused that she didn’t feel a burst of warmth outside of her own.

“No.” Rio says plainly, still running their hands up and down her sides. “But don’t worry,” they add with a dangerous smile, “I’m not done with you yet.” Agatha nearly squirms in excitement. 

     Rio hooks their fingers under the hem of Agatha’s dress and pulls it up. Agatha lifts her arms and helps Rio remove it. The dress flies across the room as Rio’s eyes fall on Agatha and they feel their mouth salivating at the sight. Agatha is wearing a matching lingerie set, lace pushup bra, her stockings are hooked to a beautifully intricate garter belt. They remember her panties, knowing they’d match perfectly with the rest of her ensemble.

“ Fuck .” Rio breathes out groping both of Agatha’s breasts. Their hips roll the slightest bit against her, cock still buried deep in Agatha, not consciously but as a reaction to the sight of her. Agatha smirks watching Rio’s reaction, slightest moan slipping from her lips. She feels a pride swelling in her chest, aching to that of wearing something with the sole intention of getting a reaction from someone specifically. Which is crazy because she didn’t know Rio at all before their eyes met at the club. But every time their eyes landed on her, Agatha felt like tonight she dressed for them and them alone. Agatha leans back, resting against the wall, to give Rio a better view of her body.

“Enjoying the view, handsome?” Agatha bends her knee and digs the heel of her stilettos in the back of their thigh. Rio takes a sharp breath in through his teeth, eyes raking Agatha's body.

“Fuck yes I am.” Rio rolls her hips again, this time with purpose, extricating another moan from Agatha’s lips. “As beautiful as this is,” Rio squeezes Agatha’s tits one more time before reaching around her back to unclasp her bra, “it has to go.” With a tug, the bra finds the floor and Rio nearly drools looking at Agatha. He leans in and buries one of Agatha’s breasts in their mouth, lapping at the perfect, hardened nipple. They suck on it, sloppy and hungry, making a mess. Agatha's other breast continues to be fondled as her nipple is rolled between two fingers. Agatha arches her back, pushing her chest up against Rio, who moans with the feeling of her hardened nipple against her tongue, the salt on her skin. Rio releases Agatha’s breast with a loud and vulgar pop.

     Rio leans back up, hands traveling down to Agatha’s waist and grabbing them possessively. They look down to where their bodies meet. Rio pulls back a few inches, mouth hanging as they witness Agatha’s pussy stretched around their girth, glistening with needy pleasure. They push back in slowly, panting as they watch Agatha eagerly welcoming them back in fully. “ Carajo .” Rio says under their breath. They start thrusting slowly, taking their time to enjoy sinking into Agatha, staying inside her slick warmth, feeling her pussy clinging to their cock desperately as they pull out before thrusting back in. Agatha’s fingers wrap around Rio’s forearms, moaning languidly.

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me like you mean it, big boy? I caAhn-” Agatha is immediatelly cut off by Rio slamming their cock back in her cunt. Her entire body undulates from the sudden pleasure and Rio chuckles darkly.

“I will.” Rio pulls out fully, helping Agatha sit up and steps to the side for her to have space to hop off the deck. Agatha groans at the loss of Rio. She goes to toe off her heels when a foot pushes against the shoe’s sole, keeping it in place. “Ah-ah. The heels stay on for now.” Agatha smirks, licking her lips.

“Alright, you’re the boss.” She winks at Rio as she slides off the table, making sure her legs will hold.

     Rio stares at her for a second. “I wanna make you mine.” He declares, but Agaha feels in her chest there’s a request for permission.

“Then come and claim me.” Agatha responds with a sly wink.

“Can I mark you?” Rio thinks it’s best to ensure they’re on the same page.

“You can literally do anything you want to me, big boy.” Agatha says without a second thought, her patience running low.

“Well then, be a good girl and get on the bed.” 

     Agatha saunters . There’s barely any space between the desk and the bed, but she makes sure to put on a show with every step, hips swaying, muscles tight from the height of her shoes. Agatha knows she’s doing a great job because she feels Rio’s eyes on her, and on her peripheral vision, she sees their blurry form stroking their erect members slowly. Agatha bends over and crawls onto the bed on all fours, swinging her ass as much as possible, ankles stretched to show off her heels — afterall, their presence was requested.

     Before she can open her mouth to try and bait Rio, calloused and warm hands land on her ass. Rio gropes, his fingers dig as he squeezes. She’s too fucking delicious. Agatha throws her hair all to one side and cranes her neck to look back. She catches the sight of Rio looking down at her, all of her, not just her cunt, in complete awe. 

     Rio stretches their thumbs to pull Agatha open, spreading her cheeks and lips, revealing her pretty puffy pink lips. Rio runs a thumb along her slit, drawing out a moan from Agatha as she arches her back, pushing her ass against Rio. They lean down, burying their face in and suck those pretty lips into her mouth, moaning at the taste. Agatha’s fingers dig into the mattress as another long moan escapes her. Her hips buck into Rio’s mouth and Agatha drops her head. 

“Fuck,” she whimpers as Rio lets her go with a slurped popping sound. Those lithe but strong hands caress up and down her thighs as Rio’s lips draw a path up Agatha’s back. He kisses, bites and sucks love marks onto her skin, and Agatha can help but squirm under his ministrations.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Rio kisses behind Agatha’s ear and bites her neck. 

     Every touch is like lightning under Agatha’s skin. She tries to find words, but her brain is nearly mush. Rio lines up to Agatha’s entrance and with one thrust, bottoms out. They throw their head back with a low moan, the hold on Agatha’s hips tighten and they start thrusting. 

“God, you take me so well, baby.” They pick the pace up immediately, hard and deep.

“ Fuck .” Agatha falls to her elbows as Rio keeps on pounding into her. “Oh my god. Yes, yes I do, baby. Holy shit.” Agatha barely understands what words are with the rhythm of Rio’s fucking. She knows she’s never gonna fuck or see this person again, but god does it feel like they were made for fucking her. A hand lands between her shoulder blades and pushes Agatha down. She crumbles onto the mattress, arms splayed out, chest  pressed against the bed, only her ass up in the air to keep her pussy presented for Rio’s taking. God it feels even deeper now. “ So fucking good. So good. ” Agatha whines into the mattress.

     Fingers thread Agatha’s hair, grab and pull her face to the side, pressing her cheek against the mattress. “Is this how you like it?” Rio asks as she keeps pounding Agatha. “To give up control?” Rio pants out, “to let someone else take care of you, baby?” NO! is the obvious answer. Agatha Harkness does not give up control of any one or thing, least of all herself!

“YES! Yes. Ohmygod, yes.” Agatha starts drooling on the mattress, her eyes rolling back as pleasure coils inside her. “Please. Please, don’t stop. Take it- take me.” If she were able to think of something other than the unrelenting plowing she was getting, she might worry about ripping holes into the sheets with how hard she’s gripping them.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Rio grunts against Agatha’s back as a hand snakes around her belly. “I’ll take care of you.” And it would’ve sounded sweet if Rio wasn’t panting, if they weren’t fucking her like a piston. Their long fingers find Agatha’s clit and start massaging circles on it.

“Fffffuuuuuuuc- OHMYGOD.” Agatha’s legs start shaking, but Rio doesn’t let up. He keeps the same rhythm of his hand, and his hips at the same punishing pace. “I’m gonna cum. Rio! RioI’mgonnacum~” Agatha keeps babbling incoherently, drooling from her mouth almost as much as her pussy drools from Rio’s cock.

“That’s right baby. Cum for me.” Rio tries their best to sound soothing through it all. “I wanna feel you cumming on me. You’re so good. Feel so good~” 

     Rio feels so close, so, so close. He knows that just a bit more and they’ll be a goner. Agatha’s moans rise in pitch and volume obscenely. Her climax comes like a tidal wave frying her brain. The only thing Agatha registers other than her own orgasm is the feeling of Rio throbbing inside her, plastering long moans on her back as they tremble and fill her underbelly with muted warmth.

     They crumble slowly onto the bed, Agatha spasming and Rio lazily humping Agatha to ride out the aftershock of their orgasms. Rio lets their body rest on top of Agatha as they’re both panting, catching their breaths. Agatha lets her eyelids close and lets out a satisfied sigh. 

     She’s hoping Rio can go another round because she hasn’t been fucked brainless like this in a long time, and she won’t be again for the rest of her life so she might aswell enjoy it while she can. Rio turns her head to plant languid kisses across the back of Agatha’s shoulders, who hums in delight.

“You did so good, baby.” Rio’s voice is low and he speaks barely above a whisper as he drags his lips across Agatha’s skin. “You were amazing. Taking my cock like you were made for it.” Agatha feels herself clench around Rio at that, and then feels Rio smile against her skin. “You were, weren’t you? Made for it.” Agatha nods eagerly, still looking for her voice. God, she’s so eager, so perfect. I could marry her . “That’s why you’re such a good girl.” She clenches around Rio again, her body betraying her feelings about the pet name. Cunt , Agatha thinks about her cunt. “Are you feeling good, baby? Did you like that or was I too rough?” Oh now she has to speak. Agatha licks her lips. Opens her mouth… nothing. She clears her throat.

“I am so fucking blissed out right now. I think someone could tell me I was fired and I’d take the news well.” Agatha draws out. “You were not too rough.” Agatha reaches for Rio, who leans into the touch. Agatha pulls her closer, craning her neck, to kiss her cheek. “You and your magic cock were amazing.” Agatha’s raspy voice drops low against Rio’s ear. “And I hope you have a couple more rounds in you cus my pussy is still so needy for your cock.” Rio takes a sharp breath in, feeling their cock twitch. A few seconds ago they were at halfmast, now they might not be fully hard but they are definitely above half.

“I am for sure up for more rounds. I just need to trash the rubber first.” Rio starts pushing themself up.

“Good.” Agatha says shimming to get more comfortable against the mattress. “I would hate for you to miss the chance of me riding you.” She smiles innocently.

“Jesus, Agatha.” Rio reaches down to grip the base of the condom. “Ok, I’m pullin out.” Agatha pouts; she knows it’s necessary but Rio just stuffs her so nice and tight, she can’t help it. Rio slides out of Agatha as gently as possible, both of them whimpering at the sensation. 

     Agatha turns to watch as Rio slides the condom off their cock and ties a knot with practiced ease. She eyes the volume in the hanging condom and her eyes go wide. She’s never seen a condom filled like that, which meant two things to Agatha: 1- Ralph is a weak man who could never stuff her full if she wanted to. 2- Rio is probably a god that could fill her to the brim if she asked them to.

     As Rio goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, Agatha gets up. Her legs are more stable than she expected and she walks to the desk. Condom not there. Rio fucked her so hard it must’ve fallen on the floor. So she starts rumaging, moving the chair, kicking clothes aside. 

“Aha!” She lifts the condom pack in the air victoriously. Rio is watching her with an amused smile.

“God, you’re adorable.” Rio says, unable to contain her grin. Agatha shrugs, cheeky, making a faux humble expression.

“Get on the bed, sailor.” Agatha commands, tone more teasing than authoritative, but Rio obeys anyways. “I’m about to rock your world.”

“Oh, I’ll bet.” Rio says with a chuckle as they  roll over to lie on their back, resting against the pillows. Agatha watches with her lower lip pulled under her teeth. 

     Her eyes finally take in Rio’s physicality under the room’s warm light. Their lean muscles and long limbs obscure how strong they actually are. There’s thick and dark hair in various parts of their body. Not just the neatly kept bush on their crotch, but forearms, legs, happy trail and even some thinner but dark patches on her chest and neck. Her chest. There’s the tattoo, finally. It’s a wolf’s skull beneath their sternum, an intricate pair of antlers sprout from the skull and curve around their  breasts. Mushrooms, moss and flowers grow from the bone as vines cling to the antlers. A daedal spiderweb is weaved between the antlers and Rio’s breasts, covering her chest and, just above her heart, lies a tarantula frozen mid her weaving.

If I wasn’t straight, I’d be all over them. I would leave Ralph for them… Oh, well. Lucky for both of us we’ll never see each other again.

     Agatha climbs on the bed on her knees, straddling Rio’s hips as soon as she gets to them. Rio’s dark eyes accompany her every movement and when Agatha settles on her stomach, their hands instantly lift to start a gentle caress over Agatha’s legs. Agatha’s fingers ghost Rio’s waist, their ribs and then finally, she starts tracing the tattoo with a feather-like touch.

“It’s beautiful.” Agatha hears herself say. She leans down and kisses the wolf skull reverently. Her eyes meet Rio’s as her lips land on the spider, on their heart. Rio feels there might not be enough oxygen in the room. As Agatha leans back up, they don’t look away from each other.

“Thank you.” Rio says quietly, taken by the intimacy of the gesture, the moment.

“Is it just for aesthetics and getting hot girls caught in your web?” Agatha teases, but her curiosity is evident. She smiles when Rio chuckles.

“Caught you and you couldn’t even see my tattoo properly.” Rio says smug and Agatha rolls her eyes. “But yea, it’s more than aesthetic.” Agatha waits patiently. “It’s… as above, so below. Death begets life. And that …” They take a deep breath, “that’s beautiful.” Agatha hums in thought.

“So what you’re saying is,” Agatha starts seriously, “that I’m about to ride a goth.” Rio bursts out laughing, twisting to the side, but not enough to unsaddle Agatha and she can’t help but grin. She made Rio laugh like that and it makes her feel so good.

“I mean, if you didn’t get the memo from all the black clothing and makeup,” Rio says once they’ve recovered, “yes, I guess you’re about to ride a goth. And a punk one at that.”

“Oooh, sexy.” Agatha says with a chuckle and slides back on Rio’s legs. She looks down at their cock and trails its length with the tip of her long nail. Rio’s smile fades like foam to the wind, remembering Agatha’s promise. “Oh, look at him. He seemed so much happier inside me.” Agatha bends over, spreading her legs to rest her body on Rio’s. She sets her chin on their crotch, nudging their half-hard cock to let it rest against her cheek. “What do you think, Rio?” Agatha speaks, giving Rio the biggest pout as she fakes pity. Rio stares wide-eyed. This is how I die. I just met my soulmate and she’s gonna fucking kill me. “You think I should kiss him better?” Rio nods rapidly, too many times. “Use your words, hun.”

“Yes.” Rio is breathless. “Yes, kisses will make him happy. Very happy.”

“Well done.” Agatha says with a self-satisfied smile, turning her head. 

     She lowers her head to do something she has never wanted to do before tonight: she plants a kiss on one of Rio’ balls, gently palming them, then she  drags her tongue across them, earning a gasped ohmygod from Rio. She sucks the testicle she had kissed into her mouth and uses her free hand to very gently stroke Rio’s growing length. Rio’s legs squirm under Agatha as she plays with Rio. Agatha lets go of Rio and starts slowly trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses up the length of her cock, humming and licking her lips as she does, making a show of how much she enjoys their taste. When her lips finally land on the tip of the head, Rio is rock hard and whimpering.

“You were right, Rio. Kissing did make him better.” Agatha strokes up and down Rio’s thighs. She reaches for the condom pack she left on the bed and splits it open. “You ready baby?”

“Si, guapa. I’m ready.” Rio answers on the same beat. 

     Agatha traps the tip of the condom between her lips and Rio’s eyes go wide as she bends down again. Agatha presses the condom against the tip of Rio’s cock and then, keeping her lips tight against the rubber and covering her teeth, Agatha opens her mouth and pushes the condom down Rio’s cock, taking it into her mouth slowly ‘till her nose presses against the patch of hair on his crotch. 

“ Fuck , you’re insane,” is the only coherent sound that comes out Rio’s mouth through all of that. Agatha sits back up and wipes the excess saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand, looking awfully proud of herself.

“Now, for the main course.” Agatha says mostly to herself as she knees up to Rio’s hips and lines their cock with her entrance. Rio holds Agatha’s hips to help her stay steady as she sinks onto their cock. 

“Fuuuuck~” They both let out as they feel each other.

     Agatha plants her hands on Rio’s waist and starts rolling her hips. She looks down at Rio, his lips are parted and lids heavy with lust, eyes never leaving Agatha. Rio slides one of her hands up to grope Agatha’s chest and starts kneading it just as Agatha starts picking up the pace. 

“Fuck you feel so good.” Rio whimpers out, struggling to speak as Agatha rides her with growing vigour. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Agatha doesn’t know what, but that does something to her. It’s warm and fuzzy, and most definitely does not belong in a one-night-stand.

“God, you feel so good inside me. Reaching all the right places.” Her lashes flutter with pleasure building up inside her as Rio rolls their hips to meet Agatha’s pace. “You love stuffing me up, don’t you? Knowing you’re ruining me for any other cock.” Short gasps and longer moans spill from both their mouths as Agatha starts bouncing on Rio’s cock. 

“Yes, yes. Oh god, yes I do.” Rio’s muscles tighten as her nerves begin to fire up, pleasure shooting through her. Agatha leans forward, moving her hands to Rio’s shoulder as Rio’s hand drops from her breast back to her hip. Rio lifts their head, mouth open and lips stretched in an attempt to reach one of Agatha’s breasts, but her weight on their shoulders keeps them pinned to the bed. But that’s okay, this adjustment can be perfect.

     Rio shifts their hips, planting their feet on the mattress and starts thrusting back into Agatha with untamed wanton. The change is immediate. Agatha’s moans seemed contained compared to the sounds coming out of her now. She starts rambling, saying anything her brain shoves forward, from “yesyesyes fu-ffuck fuck yes” to “oh my god fuck me every day. I wanna be your little fuck doll.” Agatha doesn’t register one word she says, eyes shut tight, hair wild, nails nearly drawing blood from Rio’s shoulder, breasts jostling up and down as she bounces on Rio’s dick. Rio, however, honestly thinks she might tonight. Everything about Agatha is driving him insane and the only way they see to deal with it is to do exactly everything they can to make Agatha happy.

“Baby, baby I need- I need you.” Agatha whines in between moans. 

“Estoy aqui- I got you.” Rio manages, panting, mind fuzzy — the only clear thing in their reality is Agatha. 

     Agatha nearly collapses on Rio. One of Agatha’s hands goes to the nape of Rio’s neck, fingers burying in their hair, and the other slips under their back to cling to their shoulder. Rio quickly adjusts Agatha’s hips to keep fucking her without their pace faltering, and Agatha buries her face against Rio’s, mouthing airy kisses on her jaw and cheek.

“Cum with me. Cum with me baby.” Insane , this woman is insane and she’s going to murder Rio with how delicious she is. Rio wraps their arms around Agatha’s waist, holding her tight. Cumming with her won’t really be a problem; they’re holding on by a thread.

“Fuck, eres demasiado rica.” Rio moans against Agatha’s ear, who starts writhing in their arms. “Que coño tan rico tienes, bebe.” Agatha nearly screams into Rio’s ear; that, coupled with her walls clenching ferociously on Rio, is enough to topple them over.

     They’re bodies rub up against each other as they ride out their high, moaning against the other’s skin, quaking in their embrace. Once their bodies begin to relax their lips meet, needy to connect, needy for attention they already have. The kiss is sloppy, open mouthed and vocal, long past caring about being vulgar. They soak in each other's heat and sweat when they finally stop twitching.

“So…” Agatha’s voice is hoarse from the screaming. “You speak spanish, huh?” She asks against Rio’s lips, not wanting to pull away from the hottie under her one centimeter more than necessary. She feels Rio’s chest rumble when they chuckle silently. For a moment she imagines she could fall asleep to that rumble.

“Oh, you noticed?” Rio teases. “Yea, my family’s from Venezuela for the most part. You?” Agatha takes a deep breath, making Rio’s eyes flutter repeatedly as she tries to evade the stream of air. Agatha giggles.

“I’m sorry.” She says and to her surprise, it sounds sincere. “I’m probably some brand of white person mixed with another brand of white person.” There’s that rumble again.

“Cool.” They close their eyes and stay a moment longer in silence before Rio breaks it again. “I should probably get rid of the condom before it leaks.” Agatha pouts and grumbles with the same energy of someone about to throw a tantrum.

“Nooo.” Agatha dramatically drops her head to nuzzle Rio’s neck. “You feel so nice tucked in.”

“I know. It feels really good to stay like this.” Rio says sweetly, brushing her fingers up and down Agatha’s spine. “ But we don’t need accidental pregnancy on the first night we fuck, do we?” Rio says as they start moving to roll over and place Agatha on the bed.

“Fine.” Agatha says once she’s on the mattress, arms already crossed over her chest.

“Good girl.” Rio kisses her forehead before pulling out and going through the same process as before. Agatha fights it but, once Rio’s back is turned, she melts. God, how did she get so lucky to find someone who will fuck her so thoroughly and be so fucking beautiful? It’s a shame , Agatha thinks to herself, that I’m not gay .

     Rio launches himself to land on the bed belly first and promptly rolls over until they’re facing Agatha, who’s giggling at their antics. The shorter woman is quick to pull Rio even closer against her body, arm resting on his ribs as Rio places a hand on Agtha’s waist. The touches are light and soft, their lips move in a slow and deep kiss. Like roots growing under the ground, one does not notice it happening until asphalt breaks under its power.

     She doesn’t know for how long this goes on. They stop and talk about life, dreams, wants, then go back to kissing before stopping to talk again. And then, before Agatha’s brain can fully catch up to it, Rio’s lips have dragged down marking her skin freely and are now kissing her thighs like he has never kissed anything so beautiful in her life before, and Agatha? Agatha is letting the softest sighs and moans slip from her mouth as she squirms under his hands. 

     Rio kisses her vulva and then buries his face in Agatha’s bush and takes a deep breath in, humming profoundly. The vibration against her pelvis makes Agatha gasp lightly and her legs spread on their own accord. Rio smirks and looks up at Agatha as he lowers his face between her legs, as if waiting for something while lightly brushing his lips against her outer labia. Agatha doesn’t speak, doesn’t nod, doesn’t spread her legs further. She’s gripping the sheets, watching Rio like a hawk with her now dark eyes, waiting for her next move. And Rio moves, he presses his tongue against her and slides it between her fold. The reaction is immediate; Agatha spreads her legs more as she grinds her hips greedily against Rio’s face. 

     Rio laps at Agatha like they have all the time in the world, like their tongue won’t be sore for days after tonight. After a point, Rio tries to stay off Agatha’s clit with how sensitive it is, which, for Agatha, doesn’t make much of a difference as she keeps cumming while Rio keeps fucking her, sometimes with her fingers added in, sometimes just with her tongue. Agatha doesn’t know how many times she’s cum, as it all melts into each other, just a long moment of unadulterated pleasure. But she does eventually pull Rio’s face from between her legs by the hair. Rio has a dopey smile on her lips and a pussy-drunk glaze to her eyes.

“Yea?” Rio drags the syllable almost long enough to sound high.

“I need you inside me,” Agatha says panting. “Right. Now.” Lots of firsts tonight for Agatha, including asking for cock more than once in a night.

“Okei-dokei.” Rio says, his smile unwavering as they wiggle their fingers for Agatha before lowering them to her entrance. Agatha clenches and shifts her hips to recoil a bit and that is more than enough to snap Rio’s attention back to her, eyes much more attentive than before.

“Rio,” and her voice comes out like she’s holding on by a thread, like Rio might actually be in danger if he doesn’t follow through, “put that cock back in my cunt.” Rio’s eyes go wide in realization. “Can you do that for me, baby?” Her tone is gentler then.

“Yes.” Rio’s voice is airy and the response comes faster than they can rationalize Agatha’s request. They move to get on their knees and sit back on their calves. “Do you have condoms? Cus we used the two I brought.”

“It’s okay, we don’t need that.” Agatha says, adjusting herself on the bed to get more comfortable. Agatha sees the tilt of Rio’s head, their brows stitching together as doubt and disagreement form in their mind. Hmmph, can’t have that in the hottest and last hookup of my life. Agatha spreads her legs further, lifting them off the bed and bending her knees, presenting her wet pussy to Rio. She sees conflict growing inside them. “You’ve been such a good boy all night. I think you deserve filling me up at least once for it.” And she sees the moment Rio’s resolve snaps into nothing, his pupils completely swallow his irises and chest starts to visibly rise and fall.

“You-” they wet their lips, “you’d get plan b or some morning-after pill tomorrow, right?” Rio’s breathing is shallow, like their trying to keep a leash on something Agatha can’t see but maybe should be worried about.

“Yea, don’t worry. There’s a drug store right by where I live.” Agatha says casually and then clenches her spread open cunt. The satisfaction that fills her watching Rio’s jaw grow slack at the sight is indescribable. “Now, come get your prize, stud. I’ll show you I’m better at being stuffed full of cum than any condom you’ve used.” At that, Rio’s cock twitches almost violently. If there was any chance Rio wasn’t rock hard before, it’s definitely gone now. She really should be thankful for Ralph; Agatha wouldn’t be having this wonderful night if her fiancee wasn’t enough of a push over that he proposed after all the things she put him through.

     Rio scooches forward, one of their hands sliding up the back of Agatha’s thigh as the other brings their cock down to line up with Agatha. They slide the head of their cock between her folds, making it glisten with Agatha’s slick. And they slide it up to Agatha’s clit, rubbing and pressing on it. Agatha’s hips jerk and she squirm, still sensitive from all the attention Rio gave it earlier. Rio mumbles an apology and drags it back down, lips parted as they watch the fat head of his cock split Agatha’s puffy wet labia as he presses his hips forward. Rio pushes in slowly and lets out the most pathetic, needy moan available to their currently low voice range. 

     They really couldn’t compare this sensation to anything else. It’s not like Rio hasn’t fucked anyone raw before, but this… maybe he could blame the alcohol, but nothing has felt normal about this woman. Rio feels like this is where he’s meant to be. Warm and cozy, deep inside Agatha, making her feel so fucking good. Is this what people mean when they say ‘ I could see myself growing old with them ’?

     Rio holds both of Agatha’s legs by the back of her knees, keeping them spread as they start rolling their hips, bottoming out with every thrust. Agatha looks down at Rio’s abs flexing as they move in and out her. God, they’re so hot. It’s insane to Agatha. She knows she’s hot shit, she knows how good she looks at all times from all angles, but she never had someone so intensely attractive, so eagerly available and willing, and so utterly euphoric in bed. God was finally rewarding her for pretending to care about church so her mother would leave her the fuck alone.

     The moans that leave Agatha as Rio picks up her pace are unholy. They feel so good inside her. Agatha lifts both her hands and plants them against the headboard as her entire body bounces up and down the bed to the rhythm of Rio’s hips. Rio follows the movement, leaning over her and grabbing the top of the headboard for better leverage to fuck her harder and deeper. The wet sounds of their skins slapping against each other and Rio’s low moans make the experience feel even more carnal. But, somehow, Agatha feels rather cold and Rio seems so far away above her, forearms straining as he grips the headboard. They felt so nice, chest pressed against hers, their hands roaming up and down her body.

     One of Agatha’s hands comes down from the headboard and reaches for Rio, fingers stretched out to grab their ribs. “Baby, baby, please. I- nnn-need you. Close.” Agatha manages in between moans. Rio’s pace slows slightly as he moves, placing one hand on each of Agatha’s sides. “Ho- hold me~” She whines and Rio rushes to attend to her, seeing how Agatha seems like she might collapse if Rio does not pull her into his embrace. He rolls his hips slow and deep as they lay upon Agatha.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here. I got you.” Rio whispers as he kisses Agatha’s face, sliding their arms under Agatha to wrap them across her back as the beat of his hips quickens. “I’m not going anywhere.” Rio whispers against her skin in their tight embrace. The moan that rips from Agatha’s throat is loud, possessive and borderline obscene. She doesn’t know if it’s from the now unrelenting pace of Rio’s thrusts or the words they whisper to her like they were in a confessional, praying for forgiveness for loving her too much.

     Their bodies move together — a magnetic dance that pulls and teases both of their every nerve. Their moans and kisses blend into one another. The air around them is dense, hot and vibrating to a frequency that makes their bodies meld together. Agatha no longer knows who’s thrusting, who’s saying the sweetest words, who’s kissing the other’s neck, who’s begging the other to stay close. It all feels dionysian and Agatha can’t help but wonder if they are gods in the making as her mind snaps with pleasure and she feels Rio flood her with searing molten warmth.

     Agatha can see the roof and then the headboard as her back arches, she is not blind, but her brain can’t make sense of what her vision captures. She might as well be floating in a void. The only thing her brain understands is the arms holding her so tightly, is the wet lips smearing across her skin as they project, is the softest voice that  pronounces, is the most delectable words she does not understand, is the hips rolling obsessively between her legs as they ride out both their orgasms, and is the cock inside her that she’s still milking for every last drop of cum it has to give her. Is Rio. Everything else about reality in this moment is moot and, quite frankly, inconsequential.

     Rio should be feeling stupid for not having pulled out. Agatha told her not to; in fact, she trapped Rio in a thigh lock and begged him to pump her full as he fucked her oh so good, but they could’ve been the rational one of the pair and pulled out. Yet, Rio did not feel regret nor worry. They were in a state of pure bliss and tranquility. This is the best thing they’ve ever been a part of and they don’t want a baby right now and hope Agatha does what she said she will. Yet, if push comes to shove, Agatha is worth having a baby for.

     Time is an unsustainable fantasy for lovers. It stretches and shrinks at will and is not properly perceived as it rushes or slows their lives, but even so, it does pass. Enough time has passed that Agatha and Rio have recovered their breaths and most of their sanity. Rio is aware they should end this before Agatha asks for another round — not only are they starting to get tired, but they can’t risk not pulling out again. And Agatha no longer thinks that she became a god of the cosmos. She is tempted to have more of that dick though. God, she wouldn’t hear the end of it if Wanda  knew the delusions she had during an orgasm from missionary sex. “ Oh fuck. ”

     Agatha startles herself. “Shit, I need to go back to the club.” She grunts, body tensing slightly as she pouts.

“Oh, alright.” Rio starts moving, looking a bit apprehensive, like they caught themself being a nuisance. Agatha catches that and quickly frames Rio’s face between her hands and pulls them down for a tender kiss.

“This was amazing, I just need to get back to my friends before they start getting worried.” And she can’t help but smile when Rio visibly relaxes.

     While Agatha is in the bathroom fixing her make up and using the toilet, Rio grabs one of her business cards from her wallet and scribbles her number on it. They get ready rather quickly. Agatha is thankful for whatever fetish Rio has that allowed her to keep part of her clothes on; it made dressing much quicker. The way back to the club goes by much slower than when they last traversed it. They walk arm in arm chatting excitedly like old friends.

“Is the Queerant a common destination for your friends?” Rio asks, hoping she’ll get the right in to offer her number or ask for Agatha’s.

“For Wanda, yea. But for the rest of us not so much.” Agatha answers. “We’re just celebrating.”

“Oh!” Rio remembers the banner she saw over one of the tables. “You’re with the bachelorette party?”

“Yup!” Is all Agatha says. Rio doesn’t need to know she is the bachelorette. 

     She looks at him under the moonlight, how the street lights glint in his eyes, the way there’s the hint of a smile all the while they’ve been talking like enjoying Agatha’s company is Rio’s natural state. And she’s never going to get this again. God, can she have him for the next two weeks? She promises she’ll marry Ralph after. But just for now, just so they can hold her in every possible way before she has to settle for her fiancee’s… lackluster hands.

     Agatha sees a dark alley a few meters away from the club and in a split second yanks a startled Rio towards it. She spins around and slams Rio against the wall, smashing her mouth against theirs, pressing as much of her body against them as she can. Rio is caught completely by surprise, but does not protest. In fact, her hands are quick to find Agatha’s hips and starts roaming and groping everywhere she can reach. Agatha grinds her hips against Rio’s bulge and when Rio moans into her mouth, she keeps doing so obsessively. Agatha slides a hand down  Rio’s abs, then slips it under their pants and her fingers curl around their cock.

“I’m gonna think about this big boy for the rest of my life.” Agatha whispers against Rio’s lips. Agatha sees the effect that has on Rio instantly. Their cock hardens in her hand, their eyes widen as do their pupils. Rio gulps and reaches into his pocket for his wallet.

“Here,” Rio says, pulling out her business card, “call me and we won’t have to rely on people getting hitched for us to meet.” Rio manages a playful smile as they put away their wallet, despite the thumb lightly scratching the girth of their used member.

“Hmmm,” Agatha grabs the card without affording it a glance. “It’d be weird if we did.” She says sliding the card down her cleavage, storing it in her bra. Oh, the wonders of big tits, Rio thinks to himself. She pulls her hand out of Rio’s pants, keeping a death grip around their cock until they escape her grasp. Agatha stares as Rio’s mouth falls wide open in a silent moan. “Give me your jacket.” Like her good little pet, Rio takes her jacket off and gives it to Agatha. She promptly drops it on the ground between Rio’s legs, inside-up, and sinks to her knees.

“Holy shit,” Rio lets out under his breath. Their chest heaves and their fingers curl against the wall they’re resting on, bracing themself.

“You know,” Agatha starts, casually unbuttoning Rio’s pants to free her cock from its enclosure. “We did so much tonight and you — you did so good — but you did not cum once in my mouth. I barely got to taste your delicious cock at all.” Agatha speaks as she strokes up and down its length until she feels it rock hard the way she likes it. Agatha lets it go and Rio’s cock springs up, the head going all the way to their underbelly. “I came in your mouth so many times, seems only fair if I can have you do it at least once in mine no?” Agatha asks, grabbing the erect member again to bring it back down to where she wants it.

“God, you’re insane.” Are Rio’s last intelligible words before Agatha wraps her plump lips around his cock and sucks hard on it. Agatha makes quick work of relaxing her throat. Thankfully, despite being incredibly thick, Rio isn’t insanely long. The moaning and screaming has left her throat a bit sore, sure, but the relentless pounding she got did wonders to relax all of her and she wants to give Rio an extra special farewell. The least she can do before they figure out they slept with a straight girl. 

     Agatha bobs her head, taking more and more of Rio in her mouth until  her nose is completely smushed against their crotch. She stays there, slowly taking small breaths through her nose as she lets Rio’s cock sit on her tongue, filling her mouth and pushing against the back of her throat. Agatha reaches for Rio’s hands and places both of them on her head, encouraging them to tighten their grip. Rio looks down to Agatha with her mouth full of their cock, looking up at them with doe eyes. The effect it has on Rio is so visceral that Rio nearly cums and her cock twitches in a way that Agatha almost gags. The woman slowly pulls away, slurping up the slick from Rio’s pre-cum along the way. She swallows and takes a deep breath, happy Rio is still holding her head like it’s the only thing grounding him to reality. Agatha continues to look at Rio as she licks her lips and chin clean, like she’s not about to get even messier.

“I want to have fun, handsome.” Agatha says like she’s offering Rio a ticket to the theater. “Just take what you need. Go at it like the stud you are.” Rio gapes at her, unbelieving of what they’re hearing. Agatha starts scraping her nails up and down Rio’s thighs to entice him further. “I want you to use my mouth until you cum. Hump it like the good boy you are.” And she smiles like the devil when Rio’s dick jumps with her words. They swallow, feeling like they might pass out — Agatha flutters her lashes at them as she runs her lips down his member — and nod.

“You’re sure?” Rio’s voice comes out hoarse. Agatha nods.

“I’ll tap you a bunch of times if I need you to stop and if you don’t I’ll bite your dick.” Agatha says like she’s ordering off a menu and Rio snorts. Their smile fades as Agatha brushes her pout against their glistening tip.

“Okay.” Their grip on Agatha tightens and she lets out the filthiest moan. 

     Agatha looks ecstatic as Rio uses her hair to stir her head to the wanted angle. She opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue down her chin. Rio must’ve been a saint in a past life to deserve something like this, holy shit. Rio rests her cock against Agatha’s tongue and slides it up, chuckling when Agatha goes crosseyed watching her cock moving up her face. They slide back down and change the angle and push into her mouth. With one hard thrust, Rio is balls deep inside Agatha again.

“Fuck!” Rio lets out when they feel Agatha’s throat momentarily tighten around their cock. The thrust was hard enough that she’s already tearing up, but not enough that she didn’t absolutely enjoy it. This is why she wants Rio for 2 weeks. She knows tonight she’ll go to bed exhausted but also wake up very fucking horny and with no way to properly sate herself. Rio’s hips start bucking and he cradles the back of her head to support it and not hurt Agatha’s neck with what they’re about to do.

     They start thrusting hard and fast into Agatha’s mouth. Her lips open for him, but firm around his cock, tongue wide under it, cheeks hollowing in and out as she tries desperately to slurp up every trace of slick coming from Rio, and she feels her thighs becoming slick again. As per Agatha’s request, Rio does not hold back; battering Agatha’s throat with a ruthless rhythm as mascara stained tears stream down her face and she drools. Through her tears, Agatha sees Rio struggling, trying to last but he’s too sensitive to hold out much longer. And by the way she feels threads coil inside her and pull at her nerves, so is she. 

     Rio starts moving Agatha’s head to meet his thrusts and somehow manages to get even deeper, making Agatha lightly gag again and again. The moan that leaves Rio is so coarse Agatha feels her entire body shaking as she spills down her thighs, cum gushing and dripping on Rio’s jacket. If Agatha weren’t in heaven and if it were literally anyone else on her, she’d feel embarrassed she came from getting her throat railed. Just as Agatha is catching up to the fact she came from giving head, Rio trembles and throbs and shoves himself as deep as he can in her mouth, keeping her tightly in place as he spurts hot streams of cum down her throat. 

     Agatha doesn’t know if it was done consciously or not, but Rio is keeping her at just the right angle so that she can breathe almost freely through her nose. She does so slowly to keep on gulping down everything Rio has to give her. When his hips buck in the aftershock, Agatha keeps her lips wrapped tight around his cock to milk every drop they have. Agatha doesn’t move away, loosens her mouth or taps out until Rio is ready to move away. She licks her lips and thumbs any remains around her face back into her mouth, swallowing it all. Agatha wouldn’t normally do this, once again this is a night of many firsts for Agatha, but for once Agatha enjoyed the taste of cum so she might as well capitalize on the moment, no? She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out to show Rio she swallowed everything.

“Holy shit.” Rio curses under her breath as they tuck their cock back in her briefs and zip up their pants. “You were so fucking good to me, baby. Come here,” they offer a hand to Agatha. “Don’t forget my jacket.” And she doesn’t forget it when she takes Rio’s hand and stands on shaky legs and aching knees.

     Rio immediately wraps Agatha up in his arms and pulls her in like she’s the most precious thing in the world, kissing her passionately. Agatha’s hands rest on Rio’s chest as she melts into his kiss. They only break from the kiss when Rio shivers and they both giggle.

“Here,” Agatha offers Rio’s jacket back to him, “don’t want you getting a cold because of me.” No need to tell him her cum is all over it…

“I don’t get sick.” Rio puts her jacket on and offers her hand to Agatha. “But we shouldn’t keep your friends waiting any longer.” Agatha takes her hand with a flutter in her chest that is weird; might need to go to the doctor.

“Hey, can you get me a cosmo?” Agatha asks Rio just before they walk back into the club.

“‘Course, babe.” Rio nods. Just as they walk in, Rio kisses Agatha’s cheek and goes to the bar just as Agatha’s eyes connect with Wanda.

     The redhead storms at her like the furies and Agatha feels a chill run down her spine. “AGATHA!”

“Hey, girls!” Agatha smiles at them innocently, eyeing Alice and Jen at Wanda’s heels. They look utterly flustered and incapable of not looking at the floor.

“Where the fuck were you?!” Wanda questions when she reaches Agatha. “We’ve been looking for you for hours!”

“Sheesh, I was just getting some air!” Agatha lifts her hand in defense, but her eyes flick to Rio at the bar.

“Oh,” Wanda catches her, “didn’t know fresh air was wearing leather jackets these days.” Wanda says and Agatha’s cheeks burn. “You left your clutch with us and everything in it, wallet, id, phone, keys-” Wanda slams it on Agatha’s chest. Fuck. She’s right. “We were about to call the cops.”

“Shit.” Agatha grabs her clutch. If Rio  was a serial killer they’d have had no chance to find her. “You’re right. It was stupid. Can we go now?” She doesn’t want to explain Rio to Wanda or vice-versa and that drink won’t take forever to be done.

“So you don’t have to deal with the consequences of your own actions?”

“Wanda!” Agatha pouts and Wanda rolls her eyes.

“Fine.” She takes Agatha’s hand and looks back at the silent pair. “Let’s go.”

     Rio is drumming his fingers on the bar while he waits for Agatha’s drink. They look around the club looking for Agatha, their eyes instinctively go to the entrance and she sees Agatha being pulled away by her friends… Oh, well… at least she has my number .

     Ralph splits his eyes open and a small headache starts pounding in his head. He drank a bit more than he expected the previous night, but at least he’s in his bed and not on Pietro’s couch. He rolls over and sees his fiancee fast asleep next to him, blanket up to her hips, hugging the pillow she sleeps on. Her torso is bare and he can see her back is riddled with small bruises and bite marks. 

     Ralph stares, trying to remember the last time Agatha let him get anywhere near marking her. Then he notices he can’t remember touching Agatha last night at all, let alone doing that to her. He moves closer to hold her and kisses her shoulder. Agatha grumbles and leans back against him, lifting her arm back to run her fingers through his hair as he kisses her cheek.

“Good morning, my beautiful bride.” He says, sweetly.

“Nn mmm’ning…” Agatha’s eyes are still shut tight, like she’s trying to stave off a hangover.

“Did you slee- jesus! ” Ralph is taken aback by the state of Agatha’s neck all the way down to her underbelly.

“What?” Agatha is slurring from exhaustion.

“Have you seen all these hickeys?”

“ Oh , yea well,” Agatha shrugs and rolls over to face away from the window and towards him, burying her face on his chest. “You were very excited to see me last night.”

“I must’ve had more to drink than I remember.” He says concerned, rubbing Agatha’s back gently.

“Clearly. You know I don’t like being marked.” She mumbles burying her face into the pillow. “Which reminds me, you need to get a morning after pill for us, since you also decided to disregard the use of condoms aswell.”

“ What ? Jesus , Agatha.” He leans down to kiss her head. “I’m so sorry, babe. I don’t remember any of it.”

“Well, that was a waste of a wild fuck then.” Agatha mumbles. She opens a single ice blue eye to look at him. “You can make it up to me by getting that pill, some fatty brekkie and coffee for your future wife.”

“Straight away, my darling.” Ralph says against her hair, pecking her again before he hops off the bed.

     As he gets ready, Ralph finds Agatha’s clothes all over the floor. She was wearing her garter belt? No way I went wild. He starts picking the scattered pieces. And I don’t remember any of it . He lets out a frustrated groan, throwing his head back in defeat. How could he be so irresponsible and when Agatha lets him go off once he’s too fucking drunk to remember?! Ralph will never forgive himself. As he berates himself, a card falls off Agatha’s bra. He stops walking and picks it up. It’s a business card that reads, ‘ Vidal Flowers, flowers for every occasion ’. Ralph’s heart melts at the thought that Agatha was at her bachelorette party and remembered they still needed to arrange flowers for the wedding. He dials the number in the card as he leaves the flat.

     Agatha drifts in and out of sleep, but no matter her state of consciousness one thing remains constant in her mind: the flashbacks of  Rio. Those dark eyes finding her in a crowd of people. Their calloused yet soft hands roaming her body like it belonged to them. Eyes open or closed, if Agatha gets too distracted (which is an easy occurrence) she can smell the sweetly earthy scent of pomegranate and passion fruit like when she buried her nose against Rio’s skin. And god , they fucked her so thoroughly. Agatha really wasn’t joking when she said she would think about Rio’s cock for the rest of her life. What she didn’t say is that she’s gonna think about the rest of them too.

     Despite getting bodied by her hangover the moment she gets up, Agatha can’t ignore the ache between her legs. She’s a bit sore, but she can feel the slick on her thighs as she spits out the mouth wash. Maybe if she jacks one to Rio they’ll stop tormenting her every waking second. Agatha, half bent over the sink, looks up at the mirror and sees Rio completely naked, behind her. She gasps and Rio smirks.

“Missing me already, babygirl?” He chuckles darkly. “Oh, look at you. Poor thing. Do you want help?” Agatha nods eagerly, whimpering. She slides a hand between her legs and on the mirror sees Rio lean over her, hand reaching around her belly and down her pelvis. Rio’s fingers slip between her folds and Agatha lets out a needy moan, arching her back to press harder against her own hand. “God, you couldn’t stop thinking about me, could you?” Agatha shakes her head, biting her lower lip. Rio starts rubbing circles on her clit softly.

“I need you to make cum, Rio. You did it so many times last night, I can’t stop thinking about it.” Agatha whines, eyes heavy as she keeps them on Rio through the mirror.

 “God, you’re so pretty whining like that. And you look so good, all marked up by me.” Rio starts increasing the pressure of their movements. “But you were very naughty letting Ralph think you belong to him.” Agatha’s moans grow longer with her touches. Rio leans lower to speak against Agatha’s ear. “Even naughtier to let me claim you without telling me you were already collared.” Agatha whimpers, desperate for release.

“Rio, please~” Agatha begs, trying to press her hips against her lover’s crotch, but her ass meets nothing. She meets Rio’s eyes on the mirror and they lift a cocky eyebrow, waiting. “I need to cum, please, Rio. Please ~” Weren’t fantasies supposed to be malleable?

“Only my girl can cum,” Rio explains, “and it seems like you’re not mine.”

“I am, I am! Please, Rio.” Agatha begs. “Only you have me like this.” Rio looks pleased enough with the answer.

“You can cum, baby.” Rio coos at her, speeding the circles they’re drawing on Agatha’s clit. “Right on my hand.” Agatha shakes her head.

“No, please. I need your cock.” Rio lifts her eyebrows and grins. 

     Agatha sees her line up and press their hips forward, but there’s nothing. Her cunt clenches on emptiness. There’s nothing stretching her open, making her feel full and stuffed tight. Goddammit. Agatha speeds up her fingers even more, hoping to cum but nothing is happening. It’s like climbing a hill and every time you think you’re reaching the peak, you see there’s more to go. Agatha stops, grunting in frustration. She grabs the sink aggressively. Agatha didn’t want to get one of her dildos, but it looks like she’ll have to. 

     That’s when she hears the front door closing. Ralph whistles as he locks the door. Genius . Agatha grabs her phone and calls her fiance; he answers immediately. 

“Hey babe, just got home. You okay?” She can hear him putting things down on the dining table.

“Ralph. I’m in the bathroom, bent over the sink.” Agatha speaks slowly, like a teacher holding on by a thread as she repeats instructions instead of deciding to murder her students. “You’re gonna come in here with your cock rock hard. You’re not gonna make a sound. I don’t wanna hear a whimper. And you’re gonna fuck me like you did last night. You can grab my hips if you absolutely have to, but do not touch me anywhere else. Don’t wear a condom. I’ll take the pill anyway, might as well capitalize on it. You’re gonna make me cum and then you’re gonna leave as quietly as you came in.” And then she cuts the line. She shuts her eyes tightly and imagines Rio’s hands on her, remembering how their lips felt against her skin and all the sweet and filthy things they said to her.

     The door creaks open and Ralph walks in with his dick already out, stroking it to make sure it’s hard as can be. He sees Agatha gripping the sink desperately. Her hair wild, eyes shut tight, lips parted as she pants softly, and body riddled with love marks. He sees her cunt dripping and his cock almost hurts with how hard he gets. His future wife looks wrecked and so fucking ready for him. “ Fuck ,” Ralph lets out under his breath and Agatha chooses to pretend not to hear him so she can fucking cum.

“You ready for me, love?” Agatha hears Rio whisper against her ear as they press the head of their cock against her entrance.

“Yes, yes. Fuck me. Make me cum, please.” Agatha whimpers out and Ralph nearly cries, throwing his head back. How is he supposed to survive this without so much as a moan or whimper?  He bites his lower lip to keep his mouth shut as he sinks into Agatha with ease. God, her cunt is heaven.

“ Fuck , you feel so good, guapa.” Rio says as they start slamming their cock into Agatha, hard and fast. Rio reaches down and starts fingering her clit again. Agatha’s moans start rising in pitch and she arches her back so Rio can fuck her deeper. “God, you love my cock don’t you?”

“Yes, yes ohmygod.” Agatha digs the heels of her hands against the sink to take the brunt of every thrust. “I love your cock so much. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Agatha whines loudly and Ralph’s eyes start tearing up as his lip turns white with how hard he’s biting it. His  breathing is erratic in and out of his nose as he desperately tries to hold out until his wife cums (yes, he’s already calling her wife in his mind).

     Rio nips Agatha’s ear, fingers digging deeper in her hips to fuck her even harder as they finger her faster. “You’re such a fucking slut, Agatha.” Rio pants against her ear and Agatha clenches around her cock. “You’re nothing but a dirty cum slut, thirsting for my cock, aren’t you? Using your hubby just to fuck me again.” Agatha is nearly drooling, incapable of closing her mouth as she’s rocked back and forth. “All of this just because you need to feel me stuffing you full of my load again, isn’t it?”

“Yes I am! Yes! Stuff me full of cum, baby! Fill me uuuu-” Agatha clenches down hard on Rio’s cock, milking it for all they’re worth as her entire body trembles through her orgasm. Ralph nearly blacks out when he hears Agatha screaming for his cum and has no say on how hard that makes him climax. He swallows his whimpers and tastes copper. Looking at the mirror he sees his lower lip bleeding slightly. Ralph looks at Agatha, eyes still shut tight, she looks like she’s in paradise, still spasming from her orgasm. 

     He pulls out carefully and when Agatha whimpers he’s tempted to slip back inside her. But he remembers his instructions and silently leaves the bathroom, choosing to clean up and set up breakfast for them instead.

“You did so good, baby.” Rio whispers to Agatha, sliding his fingers slowly in and out of her cunt. “My perfect little slut with her perfect juicy cunt.” Agatha hums happily as she eases down from her orgasm with the help of Rio’s fingers. “Now taste yourself for me and go on with your day knowing you made me very happy.” Agatha hums blissfully, nodding, and pulls her fingers from her swollen pussy to suck them clean.

     Agatha doesn’t let Ralph touch her again. Sexually, I mean. Otherwise she’s been extremely clingy. Kissing him, holding him, hugging him, but god forbid Ralph initiates any of it or tries to turn the temperature up. She’s relieved that he took care of the flowers; she really didn’t want to. She’s also relieved the card Rio gave her disappeared, probably vanished in the washing machine.

     Speaking of Rio, he has not left Agatha’s mind at all. She’s been masturbating so much to him, she can’t even think about sex when Ralph tries to turn her on in the dead of night. Which is ridiculous because she loves Ralph. He’s her sweet, beautiful man who would carry her on his back on all fours if she told him to. Her pathetic little thing. Ralph would probably kill an innocent dog if she asked him to, she wouldn’t even have to be nice about it. So, really, there’s no reason for her to not want to have sex with him. Except that Rio is making it hard for her to get her juices flowing for him.

     That’s why the morning before her wedding Agatha wakes up with a mission: to fuck her fiancee and cum without thinking about Rio doing it. She rolls over to Ralph and before she can have more than a full thought, Agatha has already rolled a condom over his member and sat on it. Her hips roll needily, eyes closed as she remembers how good riding Rio felt and starts setting the same rhythm she did two weeks prior on that hotel bed. She feels hands that are too soft and bony running up her thighs. Agatha clicks her tongue, annoyed, and slaps Ralph’s hands away. She starts picking up the rhythm as she tries to silence echoes of Rio’s moans.

“Fuck, babe.” God, why is he talking?

“Shut up, Ralph.” Is all Agatha says as she keeps riding him. Ralph throws his head back on the pillow.

“God, I love it when you ride me.” He whimpers out, grasping at the sheets to keep from touching her.

“Shut up.” Agatha hisses and Ralph bites his now healed lip to try to stay quiet. “If you make another sound I’m gonna put a pillow on your face. I don’t care if you choke.” She says, panting. 

     Agatha starts bouncing hard on his cock, breasts jostling up and down and Ralph can’t help the whine that slips through his teeth at the sight and the pleasure shooting through him. Agatha grunts, once again annoyed. She grabs a pillow and holds it against Ralph’s face. Agatha starts rolling her hips more needily, desperate to cum. God please let her cum. Ralph starts going rigid under her as she bounces on him with wanton and Agatha decides to do it faster. The muted warmth of a filled condom grows inside her and Agatha rides Ralph even more desperately, but then she feels him going limp and shrinking inside her.

     Agatha groans loudly as she stops and throws the pillow back on the bed aggressively before sitting back. She runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back as she tries to reconcile with her new reality. She can’t keep doing this to Ralph. She can’t use him to fuck Rio. If he’s gonna make her come, she has to fuck him , not someone else that is only in her mind.

     Ralph stares at his wife’s wide eyes, staring blankly at a random spot on their bed. He feels extremely guilty for cumming before she did, but the amount of never done before things that happened in the past 5 minutes was a little wild for him to handle without coming apart. “I’m so sorry, darling.” Agatha’s eyes snap to him, still blank and that feels worse than if she were angry.

“It’s fine, Ralph.” Agatha shakes her head and life returns to her eyes. 

“You just never rode me like that. Caught me by surprise.” He reaches out  for her as she starts lifting off him. “Just give me a few minutes and I can go again.”

“Nah, it’s fine. It was good, baby.” She leans down and pecks his lips shortly. “I need to check the guest list anyways. We still have stuff to do before tomorrow.” She gets off the bed, slipping her sweatpants back on before walking out to the living room.

     It’s been two weeks since Rio met the most incredible woman she’s ever known and Rio is driving her car to her newest client: a wedding. He’s tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song as they sing. “Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night, it’s only right. To think about the girl you love and hold her tight. So happy togetheeeerr!” 

     Of course, the girl he’s thinking about did not call her number. They didn’t expect her to, but they did hope. Sex was so amazing, he thought she might call him up for that at least. The call they did get, however, was for wedding decoration. Rio’s not the biggest fan of weddings, but they do bring lots to the store, money and new clientele. She left Mel and Nat attending the store, for her to set up the wedding with Lena.

     Once Rio is done arranging the flowers, he sends Yelena home. “But I want cake.” Yelena pouts, looking at Rio with pleading eyes.

“I’m not getting cake either, Lena.” Rio assures her. “I’m staying for work and that’s it.” That doesn’t wipe the pout off her face, but does convince Yelena to take the truck back to the store.

     Outside the church Rio sees what appears to be the groom with his best man greeting the guests. He better introduce himself and give them the requested flowers for their outfits.

“Yes, I am fabulous. Bizarrely good.” The brunette says to an elderly couple, shaking their hands. “Not nervous at all. Thanks!” Rio nudges him as the couple leaves.

“Hi,” Rio smiles at the trembling man as he turns to him. “You must be Raphael, the groom, right?” The man clasps his hands, taking him in nervously.

“Yea, yea, yea. I am.” He says, nodding. “You can call me Ralph, please.” Rio feels endeared. This man is fighting for his life.

“Alright.” Rio answers, shaking his hand. “I did your flowers.”

“Oh!” Ralph immediately brightens. “They’re wonderful. Thank you. They’re beautiful. Right, Pete, they’re beautiful?”

“Yup.” The taller, platinum blonde man says, eyeing Rio up and down. “They’re beautiful. Though, I couldn’t tell what flower is beautiful if it poked me in the eye.” Rio maintains his smile, trying his best not to roll his eyes.

“But they’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Ralph smiles desperately trying to seem normal about the biggest moment of his life.

     Agatha can’t believe it’s finally here. She’s marrying her best friend!!! She is in the car with her dad and one of her best friends, on her way to marry the love of her life! There’s a sense of relief that, despite it all, her life is going as expected.

     Ralph and her met in college. He was always a gentleman, if a little pathetic in the way he was always available and would bend over backwards for her no matter what she did. He was one of the few things her mother approved of her. So when he finally mustered the courage to ask her out, sweating and nearly passing out, she thought, ‘ why not? ’ He’d do anything for her, he respects her, loves her, would never abandon her. All she had to do was kiss him and sometimes have sex, and the latter she didn’t really have to do that often since he was rarely insistently needy on the matter. 

     Really, it’s the perfect situation.

     Agatha couldn’t ask for better.

     Yet, looking out the window on their way to Evanora’s favourite church, that pair of hazel eyes came to mind again. Ones that took her in so deeply and filled her up with warmth. Agatha had never considered women (or whatever category Rio fell under) outside of her personal relations to be anything more than a pastime. A snack she had whenever she pushed Ralph away and got too hungry to wait for him to pull her back. But this one wouldn’t leave her mind. It’s fine. Nothing her nuptials won’t solve.

     Agatha throws her head back against the headrest, groaning at the thought of nuptials. She loves Ralph but if the past two weeks have proven anything is that his cock has become utterly unsatisfying. That night was a mistake. Ralph was just fine and satisfactory before the lady with the thick cock broke her in. Unfair, really, to introduce someone to divine throbbing paradise and expect them to go back to mortal whimpering hell without complaints. Agatha huffs.

“So…” Jen looks at Agatha quizzically for a moment and then turns to Agatha’s father. “How long have you and Evanora been married, Ned?”

“Oh,” Ned snaps out of his personal stupor to look at Jennifer. “We’ve been together for 30 years.”

“Aw, that’s incredible.”

“If I killed her when I first thought about it, I’d be out by now.” His eyes drift to the window. “…a free man.” Jen tries to school her expression, but ultimately fails to hide her shock. “I remember on our way to church I wanted to shout ‘Stop the car! Stop! This is a horrible mistake!’” He says, turning to look deep into Agatha’s eyes, holding her hand. Agatha had no choice who her mother was, but her father made a choice and he stood by it like a duty bound priest to his burden. She offers him a pitiful but loving smile. 

“But you can’t do that, can you?” Jen wonders if the question was for Agatha or just his musings. Agatha squeezes his hand and he smiles at her just as kindly. “So you just sit there. Waiting. As the wheels keep turning, taking you to the longest sentence of your entire fucking life. And when you get there everyone is congratulating you and wishing you luck, but there’s no luck left. You threw it all away the moment you didn’t stop the car.”

     Ralph is patiently letting Rio place the violet flower in his jacket pocket when he spots Evanora marching towards him with the Kaplans and Lilia in tow.

“We’re  here! No need to panic.” Evanora calls out. “Oh, there’s my beautiful boy.” 

“Ralph!!” A little boy comes running at him.

“Hey, Billy!” Ralph starts turning and Rio lets him go to greet the newcomers before turning to the taller man.

“Here, let me help you.” He says adjusting the flower into the jacket. Pietro looks down at him for a moment.

“I work out.” Pietro says, plainly. “In case you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t.” Rio responds gently.

“And I don’t have a six-pack.” Rio hums non-committedly. “It’s a twelve-pack on this bear.” Rio smirks.

“I think you mixed up what a bear is.” He quips, amused.

“No, it’s because on the inside I’m sensitive and sweet.” Pietro smirks back at Rio who’s trying to hold in a laugh.

“Ralph! I have a question…” Billy looks up at him, wriggling his hands.

“What’s the question?” Ralph, leaning down to look at the boy very seriously.

“What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?” Billy’s eyes are trained on him, ready to cling to his every word. Ralph lifts his eyebrows as he leans back up, thinking.

“I have no idea.” He says, baffled.

“There you are.” Evanora performs a tight smile. “Now you can let him get married in peace.” She starts pushing Billy and the other Kaplans away from Ralph, but is met with an obstacle.

“It never happens.” Rio intercedes, stepping into Billy’s forced path. “If there’s something that can’t be stopped…” He starts explaining to Billy, ignoring the disdain Evanora is emanating. “It’s impossible for there to be another something that can’t be moved and vice-versa. They can’t both exist together. It’s a trick question.” Rio looks up at the adults. “That’s the answer.” The Kaplans smile brightly at Rio for entertaining their boy so earnestly.

“Can she sit with me?” Billy asks his mom.

“Sure. If she wants to.” Rebecca answers and looks at Rio who nods at the woman and then winks playfully at the boy before they’re rushed away by an exasperated Evanora.

     Ralph is standing at the altar, waiting, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he watches the church’s front door. No sign of Agatha. Please, please God. Don’t let her have a crisis today.

“Do you think she liked me?” Pietro says to him, eyeing Rio vividly chatting with Billy about god knows what. 

     Ralph ignores him completely, barely hears him. He’s sweating in the anticipation of the moment. What if Agatha was back to thinking maybe this wasn’t right? That maybe this wasn’t meant to be? He loves her more than anything. She knows him better than anyone. They’re perfect for each other. She has to know that, right? She wouldn’t have said yes if she didn’t. Ralph can barely hear above the rush of blood in his ears and his heart beating in his throat when the church’s organ music starts filling the church.

     Ralph looks up and there she is… Agatha, the love of his life, walking down the aisle to him. She is a vision in a white lace dress that perfectly frames her figure before opening up into a beautiful a-line skirt. She holds her bouquet with one hand and her father’s arm with the other and when their eyes meet, there’s a quirk to her lips that is almost a smile, her eyes sharp and mischievous the way they always were when she was about to rock his world. Ralph smiles widely at her, swinging his body back and forth in excitement.

     Rio turns to see that hag of a woman, Evanora, making her way to them in the pew. He reassures Billy he can see them later and stands from the pew to leave. Rio goes to the far left of the church and as they’re walking down, they feel compelled to stop and look at the bride. 

     Like metal to loadstone, 

     brown meets blue, and the world stops.