Multi-Fandom One Shots

All She Can Be (Agatha Harkness) NSFW

Sitting in the living room with Agatha, watching tv was the norm. You weren't magic, weren't exceptional, but for some reason Agatha had come to care for you. Perhaps it was because you were so ordinary that she fell for you. You had many desirable qualities, though. You were kind, smart though not as smart as Agatha, and you were so innocent. She did love watching the thoughts she implied turn over in your head. 

You were so new to everything, being so much younger than your girlfriend. "Ags," you warned in a flustered voice. "Wandering fingers...." Your hands took her wrists and you laid against her. 

The dexterous hands escaped your grasp and pulled gently on your hair. Agatha delighted in your moan. "I do have plans for these fingers, if you're ready for another first." One hand very slowly traveled down your sternum then the middle of your belly before slipping under your shirt. 

Your eyes slipped shut because what else could someone due on the receiving end of Agatha's seduction. Your chest arched into Agatha's teasing touch. Wets lips worshipped your neck, biting every now and then. 

"Use your words, my love. Are you ready?" The centuries old witch took her hand from your hair and teased your own lips with them. You had watched Agatha for hours at a time, doing magic and otherwise. You had seen her darkened fingers and the purple magic, the rings adorning them when she dressed up. You had watched her undress herself and you, but you had never realized the full breadth of them, the capabilities. You had never realized how long they were if she planned to put them... somewhere. 

Still, your insides burned and you knew you wanted her. "Yes... please," you begged, gutturally, eyes fixed on her digits. 

The wicked witch chuckled huskily in your ear. "Perfect." She resumed her ministrations on your neck and slid one hand down your front and into your pants. She cupped you over your panties and toyed with one breast. Your mind stalled when confronted by so many feelings from so many placed. You dug one hand in her hair and cried out, grinding on her palm. Again she laughed, delighting in your wanton misery. She sucked at your neck and plucked your nipple, twisting gently. Still, you wrung with them and twitched against the brunette behind you. 

The stinging pain and slight friction on your cunt was heavenly. 

Both hands left what they were doing and she held your hips. You whined in protest, and Agatha was still smug. "Up and strip. I want a show for the amount of work I'm doing, baby love." 

Pushing the cozy blanket off of you both, you slowly got to your feet. Blood wasn't exactly moving through your legs. You fingered the hem of your shirt. 

Agatha nodded approvingly and you took it off, unbuttoning your pants. They came down and the witch sat up, eyes locked on you. She saw the wetness in your panties and breathed out in exaltation. "Superstar." She pulled you back onto her lap and undid your bra herself. She left it to hang off your shoulders, though, and took her victim into her mouth, torturing its pair now. You clung to her shoulders, nails digging in. You ground your hips against the older woman's thigh, but she dragged you up, your head hanging over her shoulder. She hissed a threat you didn't hear for the feeling of your arousal rushing through your whole body. It was hot how she practically threw you over her shoulder, but the feeling of those fingers coming in contact with your wetness was a sparking pleasure. She brought her wet fingers to your clit and your hips responded again, bringing you to sit on her lap again. Each of your legs was over her one of hers so you were spread terribly wide and couldn't control anything. You fisted her clothes, burying your face in her hair. Her thumb rolled your clit most distractingly while one finger plunged in your tight heat. 

It stung a bit, but Agatha kept going with her thumb. She paid close attention to your grip on her shirt, but pulled your hair to see your face so she could tell when to stop and when to continue. You both already knew you liked a little hair pulling and couldn't really resist Agatha. She slipped her whole index finger inside you, earning a groan. Your hands pulled at her clothes enough to tear the cut of her shirt, then slid to her bare collarbones. 

"How we doin', kitten?" Right as she asked, Agatha could feel your walls relax a little around her. 

Your muscles did too and you kissed her neck, nodding. 

Agatha rubbed your back and pulled again at your hair. Your neck rolled as easily as your eyes as she changed the rotation of your clit. You moaned and Agatha got to work inside of you. She snuck a second finger in on the verge of your first orgasm, spoiling it a bit, but she'd make it up to you. 

But two fingers inside of you was a whole sensation. You felt full and her fingertips reached impossible depths. Your hips bucked down into her hand and you whined. "Fuck.... Aggie," you whined, working with her. The embers at the end of your nerves lit up and slowly engulfed you. Your hips started their own motion. "It's so... you're... deep. Fuck it's good." 

An evil smile played on those lips as she worked you over, sending fire through your veins. You were a blaze, purely from Agatha's one hand. Her palm brushed your clit and her fingers curled in a way that made you see stars. Your muscles siezed immediately and she let off your sensitive nub to let you ride it out. She still kept going and you squeezed your expression. 

"Ooh."

Agatha pulled at your hair more before using that hand to hold your waist. She watched how you leaned backward from her touch and she could see every muscle twitch as she kept pumping you full of her fingers. You whined and tried to move your thighs. More like they tried to close on their own as Agatha barreled you through another orgasm. 

The electricity setting you ablaze began to burn and you clenched. "Ah, enough- too much, oh it stings." 

But the woman had no mercy and complete control. Another finger stretched you and your eyes widened, hips twitching away. The woman slammed you back down onto her hand and you sparkled, rocking into her. Her dark curls flicked over her shoulder, Agatha hummed at your helplessness, even to control your own body. You rocked against her hand, grinding down every once and a while, letting out a whine. Your nerves were fully on fire, but you were stuck chasing the ecstasy Agatha go eagerly offered. You were breathing hard, letting out more guttural sounds. Agatha adored this primal side to you. She had certainly played with you before and given you a few orgasms, but you were just as eager, surprising her. You didn't seem the type, making her wonder what worse kinks you had hidden away. You were exhausted by the next time you came, raggedly panting against Agatha's chest. Still, her fingers wiggled inside of you. Still, she let her palm ghost your clit. You tried to twitch away but purple ropes kept you on her and Agatha started fucking you anew. She thrust up harshly, punishingly. 

"I- Ags- can't. ....Can't. Can't." 

Agatha threw her head back with a deeper chuckle, vibrating against your body. You mumbled something nonsensical. She tilted her head curiously and the ropes pulled you to the side so your and her hand straddled her thigh. "But I thought it's so deep. So good?" Your knee met her crotch and you enjoyed the weakened look on her face. "Oh, love. Yes.." 

You unzipped her pants and slipped your hand where she wanted you, gently toying with her. The ropes pulled you even harder against her hand and she suddenly put power back into her hand. Suddenly, the two of you were two bundles of ecstasy, jerking against each other, trying to writhe out one last orgasm. Agatha suddenly yanked you closer to her, kissing you, and the pressure was enough to send her over the edge, but she kept rubbing that spongey spot until you were wiggling against her, suddenly sinking into her lap, spent and unconscious. 

With another dark chuckle, the ropes vanished and the witch maneuvered you how she pleased. She pulled the blanket back over you both, playing with you as you slept so she could take you immediately upon waking. She wanted her pinkie in your poor hole.