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d-z20 · 2 days ago

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Made to Suffer, Made to Serve (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: Caught in Agatha’s web of control, you find yourself entangled in a night of unrelenting dominance and submission, where every command is law and every touch is deliberate. With Rio trembling beneath you and Agatha’s sharp gaze keeping you in line, there’s no room for hesitation—only obedience.

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You thought you were just here for a drink, but now you’re balls-deep in Rio while Agatha micromanages your stroke game like an overbearing coach. When you disobey her order, you quickly find the roles reversed.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom stone top Agatha, sub bottom Rio, switch Reader has a penis, 'good girl' used for reader, edging, overstimulation, degradation, orgasm control, begging, breeding, blowjobs, rimjobs, pegging, 69 positioning, a singular spank

Words: 2.5k

A/N: Requested fic :)

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You don’t entirely know how you ended up here. One moment, you were just an acquaintance—someone who had, maybe foolishly, entertained Agatha’s invitation for a drink. The next, you found yourself wrapped up in something far beyond your usual experiences. It started slow—a knowing glance from Agatha, a playful touch from Rio that turned into something more. And somehow, it had escalated to this.

Now the air in their dimly lit bedroom is thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation. Rio is sprawled out on the bed, her wrists bound loosely with silk, her body trembling, her face a portrait of desperate need. She’s been like this for hours, denied and teased until she’s nothing but a quivering, overstimulated mess, her mind emptied of anything but want. Her lips are parted, her eyes glassy, and her whole body is trembling, just on the edge of breaking.

And Agatha—Agatha is standing beside the bed, looking as put-together as ever, her sharp eyes glinting with satisfaction. She’s the perfect picture of control, arms crossed over her chest, her mouth curled into a smirk that’s equal parts amused and cruel.

“Look at you, Rio,” she hums, tilting her head. “You’re fucking pathetic. Just a dumb little thing, shaking and whimpering because you can’t even think anymore, can you?”

Rio makes a sound—half whimper, half gasp—but doesn’t answer because she can’t. She’s too far gone, her body so desperate for release that she can do nothing but lie there and tremble.

Agatha chuckles and turns her gaze to you. You’re kneeling between Rio’s legs, gripping her thighs, your own body tense with the weight of the situation, your cock hard and aching with need. As much as you try to convince yourself you’re just here for the ride, you can’t deny the thrill that courses through you, the way your own arousal tightens deep in your chest.

“She’s been waiting all week for this,” Agatha murmurs, stepping closer, her fingers sliding along your jaw, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. “Haven’t you, sweetheart?” The question is meant for Rio, but she never takes her eyes off you. “And you—don’t get any ideas about mercy. You’re not here to be kind. You’re here to fuck her.”

You swallow hard, nodding, and Agatha smiles. It’s not a kind smile. “Good.”

She steps back, watching as you line the tip of your cock up, pressing against Rio’s soaked entrance, the heat of her making you groan under your breath. Rio whimpers, her body arching off the bed, her bound hands clenching in the sheets. But you don’t move yet—you wait, waiting for Agatha’s command.

“Slow,” Agatha instructs, her voice smooth and firm. “Make her feel it.”

You press in just an inch, and Rio’s whole body tenses, her legs trembling. A high-pitched whine escapes her lips, her head tipping back against the pillows.

Agatha laughs softly. “Look at her. She’s already falling apart.” She leans in close, whispering against Rio’s ear. “Poor thing. I bet you’d let anyone fuck you right now, wouldn’t you? Just desperate to be filled, to be used.”

Rio nods frantically, panting, her thighs squeezing around you, trying to pull you in deeper. But Agatha tuts, shaking her head. “No, no. You don’t get to move. Our sweet little guest here does. They’ll fuck you when I say they can.”

You bite your lip, dick throbbing, but you hold steady, gripping Rio’s hips, waiting. Agatha watches you for a long moment before nodding. “You can give her what she’s been begging for. But she’s not to cum. Not yet.”

You thrust in deeper, and Rio sobs, her whole body convulsing around you. She’s barely coherent, babbling nonsense, pleading with every breath, but you obey Agatha’s command. You pull back, slow and torturous, before thrusting in again, setting a rhythm that keeps Rio teetering right on the brink.

Agatha hums in approval, her fingers tracing over Rio’s flushed, sweat-damp skin. “That’s it. Keep her there. Keep her suffering.”

You don’t question her. You don’t slow down, either. Because Agatha told you to, and because you love the way Rio breaks under the pleasure, her body writhing, her mind slipping further and further away until all she can do is take what’s given to her. Exactly as Agatha intended.

You feel Agatha’s hand press slightly at the base of your spine. “Good, that’s it,” she hums, voice rich with satisfaction. “You see how pretty she is when she’s like this? Completely ruined. Just a body for you to use.”

Rio whines at the words, eyes glazed over as she rocks helplessly against you, trying to take more, trying to chase what you still refuse to give. She’s drenched in sweat, her skin burning hot under your touch, her thighs trembling from exertion. You almost feel bad for her; you almost give in to the way her walls clench around your aching cock so insistently.

But then Agatha grips Rio’s chin, tilting her face up to meet her dark, knowing gaze. “You want to cum, don’t you?” She coos mockingly.

Rio nods frantically, lips parted, but no words form beyond another needy sob.

Agatha chuckles, dragging her thumb over Rio’s bottom lip before tapping it lightly. “Too bad.”

Rio sobs again, throwing her head back, and Agatha turns her attention back to you. “And you, darling? You’re enjoying this too, aren’t you?” Her tone is amused, but there’s an edge to it, a command hidden beneath the casual question.

You swallow, nodding. “Yes, Agatha.”

Her smirk deepens. “Then keep going.”

And you do. Because you want to. Because Agatha told you to. And because you love every second of watching Rio unravel, just as Agatha intended.

However, you’re barely holding on yourself—the way Rio clenches around you, the way she sobs and whimpers, her body shuddering with every precise, agonising thrust. It’s intoxicating. You grip her hips harder, driving yourself deeper, feeling that tight coil in your stomach wind itself impossibly tight. Your breath stutters, and before you can stop yourself, the words tumble out—

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so good.”

Rio keens at that, her entire body tensing, eyes glassy with tears as she chokes out, “Please, please—need it, need you to—”

“No, you’re not,” Agatha interjects coldly. Before you can react, she grips the back of your head, yanking you back just enough to force your gaze on her. Her eyes are sharp, unwavering.

You swallow hard, hips faltering for a split second, but her fingers tighten, nails scraping against your scalp. “Neither of you are allowed to.”

Your hips stutter, the order cutting through the haze of pleasure. You try to slow down, to hold yourself back, but Agatha's grip tightens, and then—a sharp smack lands on your ass, stinging and sudden. You jolt forward, a gasp tearing from your throat.

“I didn’t tell you to stop though, did I?” She scolds, voice smooth but firm.

A shudder runs through you, and you pick up the pace again, fucking Rio harder. You’re barely thinking anymore, just chasing that thin thread of control, focusing on Agatha’s steady presence, on her authority, on her voice. The heat in your gut coils tighter, every nerve alight, but you know you won’t last much longer.

Minutes pass, each thrust pushing you closer to the inevitable, until finally, your body betrays you. With a strangled grunt, you cum inside Rio, biting down hard on your lip, trying to play it off, trying to keep moving, to keep fucking Rio like you haven’t just disobeyed a direct order.

But Agatha sees. Of course she sees.

Her fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you still. “Oh? What’s this?” Her tone is mocking, full of condescending amusement as she watches it start to seep out of Rio, slick and glistening.

“How pathetic,” she continues, shaking her head.

Your whole body tenses as her words cut through the haze of your orgasm, as her fingers tighten in your hair again, pulling you away from Rio. “I gave you one order. One.” She shoves you back roughly, forcing you to pull out completely, leaving Rio twitching and empty beneath you. “And you couldn’t even follow that.”

You sit back on your heels, panting, your thighs trembling from exertion and shame as you watch Agatha’s lip curl in disgust. “Couldn’t even hold it. Couldn’t even control yourself for a few more minutes.” She huffs, shaking her head. “And you really thought you deserved to keep fucking her?”

You don’t answer; don’t dare to, because you know anything you say will only make things worse. Agatha tilts her head, considering you, before reaching out, fingers gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at her.

“I think you need a reminder of your place.” Her voice is deceptively soft, but the promise beneath it is anything but. “And how to follow simple instructions.”

You shiver, anticipation and humiliation twisting together in your gut as Agatha smirks.

“Clean it up.”

Your stomach clenches. The demand is clear. Hesitating would only make things worse. Swallowing hard, you lower yourself between Rio’s trembling thighs. You press your tongue to her swollen folds, tasting yourself as you lap up the mess you made. The mortification only adds to the heat pooling in your belly. Above you, Rio whimpers, her body twitching, overstimulated, and wrecked.

After untying Rio, Agatha watches you with a satisfied smirk. “Good girl. Now, get on all fours facing me.”

You obey instantly, positioning yourself as instructed. Agatha tightens the harness at her hips, running the silicone tip of her strap over your lips before pressing it between them.

“Suck.”

You take her in, moaning softly as she pushes deeper. There’s no affection in the act, no real pleasure for her—this isn’t about stimulation, not for Agatha. She’s using your mouth for convenience, nothing more than a means to slick up the strap, to prepare you for what’s next. She doesn’t react to your gags or the way you hollow your cheeks; she just watches with sharp, expectant eyes, waiting for you to do your job properly.

Behind you, Rio shifts, her breath warm against your ass before her tongue flicks out against your tight hole. The sensation makes you whimper, your body twitching under the dual stimulation.

A moan rips from your throat, muffled by the stretch of Agatha’s strap. She chuckles, fingers tangling in your hair, controlling your pace. “Look at you. So easy to break.”

Rio’s tongue is relentless, licking, teasing, and delving inside, and it leaves you trembling. You push back against her, needing more, but just as you start to lose yourself, Agatha shoves you down beside Rio.

“Enough.”

She wastes no time, spreading Rio’s thighs once more and thrusting in and out of her roughly. The lewd squelch echoes in the room, and Rio sobs in pleasure, too wrecked to form words.

The force pushes more of your cum out, slicking the inside of her thighs. Agatha swipes it up with her fingers, then smears it across the strap before positioning herself behind you. “Ass up, baby.”

Your stomach clenches with anticipation as you do as you’re told and your breath hitches as you feel the pressure against your entrance. She doesn’t rush, doesn’t let you adjust—she just pushes in, inch by agonising inch, until you’re stuffed full, stretched, and shaking.

You whimper, pushing back against her, desperate for more. Agatha sets a rhythm, slow at first, making sure you feel every inch of her claim. But soon, it turns brutal.

Your head drops forward, overwhelmed. And that’s when Rio moves beneath you, positioning herself so both of you have your heads in between the other’s legs.

“Go on,” Agatha orders. “Rio has earned her orgasm; let’s see if you can give it to her.”

You obey without question, lowering your mouth to Rio’s swollen, dripping folds. Your tongue flicks over her clit, fast and relentless, and Rio is right back on the edge after being denied for so long.

She chokes out a sob, her hips bucking up into your mouth, but Agatha’s firm grip keeps her pinned in place. “Stay still,” Agatha commands, voice sharp, “or I’ll make you wait even longer.”

Rio whimpers, but she obeys, her body trembling with restraint. And then, as if to urge you on, you feel her lips wrap around your length, her mouth warm, wet, and desperate as she takes you down her throat.

You groan at the sensation, hips jerking forward before Agatha’s firm hand at your lower back reminds you who’s in control here. Still, the wet heat of Rio’s mouth has you seeing stars, her tongue swirling, sucking, desperate to take everything you give her.

You work her just as ruthlessly in return, sucking and lapping at her oversensitive clit, feeling her body tense and quiver beneath you. She’s so close, hanging on by a thread, and then—with one last flick of your tongue—she shatters.

Rio climaxes with a strangled, broken cry, her entire body convulsing as pleasure crashes over her. Her legs quake, her hands clawing at the sheets as she drowns in her long-overdue release. It’s messy, overwhelming, and absolutely beautiful.

You cry out, caught between them as Agatha pounds into you from behind, forcing you further into Rio’s mouth. It’s too much, too good, every nerve alight, every sensation amplified by the relentless pace.

Agatha grips your hips tighter, thrusting harder. “Don’t you dare cum again until I say so.”

She doesn’t stop. If anything, she pounds into you harder, using your body as she pleases, pulling you closer until you’re dizzy, breathless, and utterly lost in the pleasure.

You can feel yourself unravelling again, pleasure coiling tight and desperate. “Please,” you whimper, barely able to form the words. “Please, let me—”

Agatha hums, dragging her nails down your spine. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You nod frantically, eyes squeezed shut. “Please. Please, I—”

“I don’t think you do,” she considers for a moment, “but you’ve already proven you can’t hold off, so do it, cum for me,” she relents.

Relief and ecstasy crash over you at once, and you shudder as you finally reach your peak, your cum spurting down Rio’s throat as she swallows you greedily. The pleasure is blinding, your body quaking from the intensity.

Agatha pulls back slowly, letting you collapse beside Rio, utterly spent. She strokes a hand down your spine, her touch almost gentle. Almost.

A satisfied hum leaves her lips as she surveys you both—wrecked, used, and thoroughly ruined beneath her. She leans in, fingers curling under your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. “Next time, you’ll do better.”

A flicker of something warm pools low in your stomach at her words. A promise. A threat. A guarantee that this won’t be the last time she has you like this, weak and obedient under her command.

And god, you can’t wait.

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Agatha for sure knew exactly what she was doing and wanted you to end up disobeying her because she wanted to peg you. She just likes watching you struggle first

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