summary: one evening, you decide to wander into the dark woods nearby. you weren't sure of what exactly it was you sought, but you find something that'll change your life, one way or another...
content: fully sfw, reader goes through sad moods, there are some swears. that's about all the warnings i could give.
word count: 2.8k
author's note: hi everyone. it's been a bit, hasn't it! i'll be honest, some stuff that happened last year ended up messing up my mental health for a long while there. couple that with the fact that i lost some of that interest in ptn i had, and... yeah. i feel much better nowadays, and that new zoya skin has won my heart ♡
your foot briefly catches on a branch, and the only thing that stops you from faceplanting on the forest ground is a panicked reaction that makes you cling to the nearest tree.
truth be told, you didn't know why you went out into the forest that night. in your apartment room, alone and sitting in a dark room… you felt more than a bit restless, yes, but at least you could feel lonely in a comfortable space. is it genuinely worth the momentary distraction to just head out into the woods behind your apartment, even if they have intrigued you for a long time? truly, you start regretting this little excursion of yours the moment you straighten yourself. whatever, might as well keep exploring at this point.
the moonlight filtering through the canopy of trees makes for delightful scenery as you continue walking. unaccustomed as you are to these pathways, it does bring you an unexpected amount of peace. it's beautiful around here.
briefly, you think there's something behind you, but for the sake of your own sanity (and as a result of a stupid lack of self preservation), you decide to ignore the rustling leaves. whatever was there a moment ago, it seems to be gone now, anyway.
after walking for a minute or so, you come across a stunning clearing; the moonlight makes for a natural spotlight of sorts, bathing a flowerbed in its cold hue ever so gently. a lonely tree stump sits behind the flowers, as if keeping guard over them by itself. the sight brings a smile to your face; perhaps loneliness isn’t so bad, if it means you can have these special moments every once in a while.
you fail to notice the piercing blue eyes that watch you from behind bushes at the edge of the clearing. how can you, when the darkness seems so far away in this pocket of peace you've found? without thinking much of it, you circle the flowers to avoid stepping on them, then promptly take a seat at the tree stump. whatever lies in hiding keeps its eyes trained on you, while you remain none the wiser.
there's one thing you didn't consider when you began this little adventure though: peace leads to quiet. quiet leads to having clearer thoughts, and eventually, the thoughts you try to silence find a voice of their own that refuses to be drowned out.
little things that you tried to ignore before decide to come back at you then and there. from the stress of people shouting at work, being unable to make a recipe you were looking forward to… then they slowly escalate to feeling isolated, feeling left behind, thinking that even when you try, you simply won't be able to succeed in the things you attempt to do, hell, you're alone on valentine's yet again–
why do such thoughts keep piling up? you went out to this forest to run away from these thoughts. they're far too loud for you to handle eventually.
the creature behind the bushes is startled. this human is crying…? but you seemed alright moments ago. huh.
the rustling of leaves catches your attention again, and a sharp gasp escapes you as a creature with white fur slowly steps towards you. a wolf, you presume, but by god does it look bigger than what you think a wolf should be! the sight of this creature is enough to freeze your tears in their tracks; suddenly, you have more pressing business…!
for a moment, the white wolf simply stands before you, watching you with piercing blue eyes. you feel like you're being analyzed, somehow, as if this creature can read your emotions. then, surprisingly, the wolf steps closer before resting its head on your thigh gently. you bite back a startled squeal at that, because there's no way this is happening, is there? no way in hell a wolf is being docile like nobody's business.
the wolf presses its muzzle into your hand gently, and you go from being scared to cooing softly at it. are wolves normally this gentle with humans…? you don't know enough about their behavior to answer that question, but what you can do is raise a hand to pet it between the ears. seemingly pleased with your actions, the wolf closes its eyes and stays close to you. you can't help but smile at the sight.
“did you want me to stop crying?” you ask softly, knowing the animal won't just talk back at you. it opens its eyes and stares at you, causing you to chuckle softly. “is that a yes? well, thank you. you kind of just made my night.”
you get a muffled growl in response, which does startle you at first, though the wolf stays still after that, so you interpret it as some kind of answer. your smile widens in response. what a peculiar creature.
“your fur’s really nice to touch, you know,” you say after a moment, content to simply speak into the air without waiting for an answer. petting the wolf is distraction enough from the dark edges that were previously closing in on you.
“you're making this embarrassing.”
…surely you're crazy. you have to be. you actually fell and hit your head when you tripped on that branch on your way here.
because there's no fucking way the wolf just spoke to you.
your hand freezes in place, and your eyes widen as you stare at the wolf. much to your horror, the wolf grumbles and lifts its (her?!) head from your lap. “that felt awesome, why'd you stop?” the wolf asks. the voice at least sounds feminine, but seeing it come out of a muzzle is at least a teensy tiny little bit unsettling beyond your comprehension.
“y-you're… talking to me?” you whisper hesitantly, staring at the wolf with eyes wider than plates by now.
the wolf chuckles (she can do that???) and nods at you. “i don't hear anyone else around here, smart girl.”
“oh! o-okay!” you answer, because what else can you say? what does one do when faced with a talking wolf?!
a sound that you can't decipher between a chuckle and a grumble escapes the wolf, and without warning, you see the beast before you slowly shift from the coat of white fur and bushy tail. pale skin replaces the fur, limbs extend and bones shift, grow, misplace then relocate themselves. it's like watching a car crash; your eyes are glued to whatever is happening before you.
where once stood a wolf, now sits a woman with silvery white hair, those same blue eyes that see through you, and… no clothes. your cheeks go red, and man, suddenly it's hard to think. it's already surreal enough that a real-life werewolf is sitting before you like it's nothing, but also, she's hot. inhumanly so.
“cat bit your tongue?” she asks after a moment, and now you can see the cocky smirk that she probably wore before.
that marks your first time meeting zoya.
you should come back sometime soon.
she had said that with a smirk that seems glued to her face, and while it took you a while to process this really was happening… hell, why not. it's not like you were doing anything these past few days beyond overworking yourself. hanging out with a werewolf is much better than thinking about the bad parts of your life when you're alone.
the next time you go to the clearing, zoya sits on the tree stump, and today she's actually dressed in furs and leather. her abdomen is still exposed though, and you have to force yourself to meet her eyes. it's like she lights up each time you do though, so… unfortunately, you're anything but subtle. she doesn't ask about the time you cried at the clearing though, and whether she forgot or she's trying to be nice, it's something you appreciate.
“so you live in this forest by yourself?” you ask zoya, curious about this fascinating woman. currently, you sit on the tree stump beside her, trying to keep your gaze from looking at her abs–at the fluffy white ears atop her head.
“nah, my pack’s just far from this place. i come here when i need some time to just breathe,” zoya explains as she spreads her legs a tad more. now that you've gotten over the fact that werewolves are real, getting used to her little quirks is easy as pie. “what about you? anyone waiting for you at home right now?”
for a moment, you're stuck between a smile and a grimace, and you try to play it off with a chuckle that's far too shaky. “no, not really.”
zoya hums in response, as if processing what you just said. whether she notices your discomfort or not, she doesn't say. instead, you're caught off guard by her smirk as she says, “alright. means you're free to visit me more, right?”
your mouth opens to answer, but for a moment, all words escape you. then, you feel your lips curl into a smile, vulnerable and hopeful. “yeah, actually. i can.”
-
sometimes, when you visit zoya, you find her as a wolf lying on the flowerbed.
watching her transform for the first time was uncanny, but as days turn to weeks, you grow used to seeing her shift into that handsome form… even if she does lack clothing each time. you swear you catch a glimpse of that cocky smirk of hers whenever you turn away as she dresses herself. aside from that though, your conversations with zoya are surprisingly comfortable. every time you feel yourself slipping into darker thoughts, she either pulls you back with another question, or teases you enough to make you focus on her. for someone who seems to take direct enjoyment of your embarrassment, zoya is one of the most considerate people you've met.
one night, as she walks you back to the edge of the forest, the two of you keep up the banter that has grown familiar to you.
“i genuinely don't get what's your issue with eating raw meat,” zoya comments, grinning at you enough to show hints of her fangs. “we do it all the time and just look at me!”
to prove her point, zoya pauses before you to flex her bicep, flashing a cocky smirk at you. the visage of taut skin, the strength you know those muscles carry… it's almost enough to forget yourself entirely, though you do manage a flustered giggle before playfully shoving her back.
“zoya! c'mon, i’ve told you humans can't eat raw meat! it makes us sick!”
“aw, so you wouldn't eat my raw meat?”
what.
“what?” you actually verbalize after a moment, because suddenly it's hot as hell in this funky ass, hot ass forest.
zoya simply arches an eyebrow, her steps not once faltering by your side. “what? i'm the best hunter of the pack, i can give you some good fuckin' prey.”
“oh! oh, that's what you meant,” you murmur under your breath, smiling as you try to pick up the pace a bit.
in the brief moment where you take the lead, zoya chuckles to herself. cute.
zoya would be lying if she said you didn’t intrigue her.
the more time she spent with you, the more she noticed key things that would draw her attention to you further and further. the bags under your eyes, the way you carried yourself so wearily… it was as if you were constantly running on low energy. in her pack, you had to be tough and survive no matter what; this was her first time in a long time seeing someone look so defeated. were you a bad hunter? she didn’t know if humans needed to hunt to begin with, your bodies were always weaker than a wolf’s, but she struggled to think of a reason why someone as cute as you would seem so down more often than not.
asking you wasn’t something she was willing to do just yet though. it feels… it doesn’t feel right.
there are days where you do come to the clearing, but your energy is almost nonexistent. at first, zoya had felt thoroughly frustrated. how could she cheer you up? she had no clue on what was wrong, and it’s not like you were talking all that much. so, she would do the same thing that stopped you from crying when you two first met.
you’d open your eyes, and a white wolf would be there to cuddle you. it was enough to perk you up without fail.
on one particularly bad day, you hugged so tightly, even the mighty pack leader struggled to breathe for a sec there. zoya shifted into her human form and said between gritted teeth, “easy there, pup.”
the ways your eyes shot open, she almost thought she’d done something wrong! but then, you started giggling. “sorry,” you had whispered back.
it took all of zoya’s willpower to stop her tail from wagging. your laugh was way too cute. she’d have to work as hard as possible to protect that laugh.
today was a rough day.
sometimes, there are triggers, but today… you just felt drained. tired. even stepping out of your apartment felt like a herculean task. you wanted to go out, zoya might be out there, waiting for you! but everything felt like it took a hundred times more energy today. the best you could hope for was that she wouldn’t wait for you for too long.
you barely even stepped out of your room that night. dinner was far from elaborate, all thanks to your diminished appetite. for a whale, you thought about ignoring your phone entirely for the night and forcing yourself to just fall asleep. maybe tomorrow you’ll feel a bit better.
sleep eludes you even as you plunge your bedroom into darkness. it would’ve felt torturous, if it weren’t for the sudden sound of someone barging into your apartment. that shit has you sitting straight up on your bed, eyes wide and terrified. did you leave the door open all this time?!
“hey! lil’ pup! are you here?!” …zoya?
the sound of her voice reassures you, and you stand up on shaly legs to open your bedroom door. in a flash, the tall werewolf stands before you, panting and sweating, eyes wide with… is that worry you see?
“what the fuck, lil’ pup,” she breathes out in relief, shocking you as strong arms wrap themselves around you. she’s so warm… hesitantly, you wrap your arms around her as well, and the way she relaxes against you feels like a soothing balm you never knew you needed. “i thought something happened to you. i dunno, fuck, maybe you tripped and fell somewhere,” zoya explains as she holds you closer to herself. huh. she sounds flustered, but she’s pulling you closer…
“i just… i really didn’t feel strong enough to go out tonight,” you explain as shame creeps into your voice. this strong werewolf has raced through the forest, somehow found your apartment, all to check on you!
…
wait. back up.
“how’d you know where i live?” you ask in a hurry, smiling for the first time today, if a bit nervously.
zoya’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, which is endearing enough in itself, but it’s the way her ears stand straight and puff up that has you biting your lip to hold back a squeal.
“i… followed your scent,” she mumbles, and hey, at least you appreciate the honesty. quietly, she adds, “you smell nice.”
oh!
your smile widens, if only because it’s hard to believe that a rough day once led to meeting zoya, and yet another rough day has led to having her here, in your home. now that does lift your spirit.
“thank you,” you say with a soft chuckle. “would you… like to spend the night? i was… thinking on making dinner.” maybe you’ll actually make a decent meal, even if it’s not just for yourself tonight.
zoya’s eyes widen before a cheshire grin rises to her lips, and you can see her sharp canines peeking out in a way that should be threatening, but endear you to her yet again. “hell yeah! let’s see how you humans make your meals!”
it’s true that some days, the fog of your sadness makes it difficult to see a reason to get out of bed.
but later, when the dishes are washed (zoya had watched with intrigue at first, then helped you wash them as best as she could), a movie plays on your laptop (you bit back a laugh as zoya kept trying to talk to the characters and growled when she didn’t get a response), and strong arms wrapped around you…
after a while, zoya starts to softly snore beside you. with a fond sigh, you somehow manage to put the laptop aside, then lean into her embrace. her arms tighten around you in response.
Chat im alive and well i just haven't gotten a lick of inspiration since the last update
Also i got a situationship goin on and ILL BE FUCKIN HONEST i cannot write about horny feelings when she makes my braincells stop functioning entirely so like. I'm sorry for getting laid i think???
Chat im alive and well i just haven't gotten a lick of inspiration since the last update
Also i got a situationship goin on and ILL BE FUCKIN HONEST i cannot write about horny feelings when she makes my braincells stop functioning entirely so like. I'm sorry for getting laid i think???
ngl that fic was originally gonna be part of a special where I'd write separately for Garofano, Raven, Adela, Zoya and Zero. idk though, between my block and feeling like i wouldn't make it interesting enough, i reworked my favorite scenario. so... Happy 2025?
Summary: a chance meeting, a lucky run in, whatever you wanna call it. There's a gorgeous lady before you and... Thinking is hard. Just feel? Easier said than done.
Contents: just Garofano meeting the reader in her tailor shop! Reader is referred to with feminine gendered terms.
Word count: 1.6k
Author's note: I wanted to put something out as i mentioned before, and honestly, Garofano is one of my favorite ladies... First sfw fic of the blog. Can you believe it? Wild. Anyway, it is currently minutes before Valentine's so this makes sense to my timezone.
To say life has been kind would be a generous statement.
When you wake up, the sky is barely turning into a pale shade of orange and blue hues, though you can barely even notice it when one of your pillows is inexplicably covering half your face. Your neck aches, sore from whatever shitty position you assumed during your sleep. The worst part is that you know you can't linger on this too much, not when there's your university assignments looming in the back of your mind, ever present and ever the pain in the ass.
…Then, as you take your phone to check exactly how long you have until your suffering begins, you realize it.
It's a day before Valentine's.
Your body is so used to the stress of university that it forgot you're currently still on vacation.
It's hard to avoid a small chuckle to yourself, when your worries shift from impossible professor standards to instead focusing on what you'll wear for the party your friends are planning for two weeks from now. Maybe life isn't so unkind, actually, even if the specific look you want is something you can only achieve by commissioning a tailor. The details aren't too worrisome, not when you've saved up enough for it.
Then, your memory jogs again, making your nerves freeze before you’re bolting out of your messy bed, hair equally tousled up.
You've already scheduled a meeting with a seamtress.
It's taking place in two hours.
—-
The first thing that hits you is the smell of carnations, potent as it envelops you the moment you step into the tailor shop.
Then there's the bell that rings above you, which prompts a woman older than you to glance up from her spot at the front desk, eyes kind and a sweet smile ready at a moment's notice. The first thing you can think of is how utterly gorgeous she is. “Welcome, dear,” she greets with ease brought by experience, most likely; even her voice is gorgeous, damn it. “What brings you to my shop?”
You honestly got lost in the sound of her voice, deep and rich, enough so that you forget English is a language you can – and should – speak right about now. “Uh… I came by the other day. ‘Nother lady, like… helped me book an appointment,” you manage to mumble as you take in the woman doing her best to attend to you. You remember the last time you dropped by, when a woman with straight, black hair told you the seamstress in charge wasn't available at the moment, but would be sometime soon, so booking an appointment would be a most excellent choice.
Now, standing in front of a goddess with curly, violet hair, it seems as though you can finally meet the seamstress you've heard so many positive comments about.
The lady before you chuckles as she covers her mouth with her hand, refined as a noble. Christ, how are you going to survive this. “You must be the girl Sumire talked about, then. Come on then; we wouldn't want to take your measurements when the glass outside doesn't shield you,” she prompts kindly, stepping closer and going as far as to set a gentle hand on your back as she guides you to a section of the shop that isn't visible from the outside.
“Y-yeah, thank you, miss…” you trail off, unsure of what to call her.
“Garofano, dear,” she fills the blank with a smooth wave of her hand and a charming smile. You have no idea if she's aware of the effect she's having on your heart or not, she doesn't let on even a little bit! The warmth on your cheeks is probably a dead giveaway to your current state though…
When you arrive at a more secluded area of Garofano’s shop, she doesn't waste a second before grabbing whatever she needs, though… you're not proud to admit the way your eyes take in her figure. For a brief moment, you think you catch her looking at you from the corner of her eye, but as quick as it happens the moment passes, leaving you flustered and trying to tear your gaze away.
Once Garofano finds the measuring tape she was looking for, she turns to you with a smile wide enough that the crow's feet around her eyes are noticeable. God, she's so beautiful– focus. She just spoke.
After waiting for a moment, she seems amused by your puzzled reaction if her velvety chuckle is anything to go by. “I said, take off your coat, dear. I can't measure you well enough if you're all covered up,” she teases softly. Oh god, Garofano's aware and she's fucking with you.
You comply with her instructions in a hurry, left now with just the tight-fitting clothes you were recommended for this appointment. It feels… like you're more vulnerable than before, even though you're still clothed. Perhaps it has something to do with the violet eyes taking in your figure.
Garofano reaches for your hand and guides you gently towards a small podium in the middle of the room, measuring tape in hand and glasses you hadn't seen before atop her head. “Please, tell me if anything I do makes you uncomfortable. I would loathe to make a lady as beautiful as you uneasy,” she murmurs against your ear before carefully unrolling the tape and beginning her work properly. Thank god she moved away, otherwise she would've felt how your ears are almost burning up with how flustered you are.
If nothing else, at least you're going to remember this throughout all of Valentine's day. Her hands feel so gentle… You chastise yourself internally; she's a professional and you're making this weird! You have to stop thinking about how hot the older lady is! When she kneels behind you with a quiet grunt, her hands are ever careful as the tape brushes against your covered leg… No, stop, you're thinking too much!
She probably noticed how tense you are. Garofano's voice is far gentler when she tries to break the ice. “So… I was told you wanted a suit that fit you as comfortably as could be, while also making sure it looked good on you. May I know the occasion, dear?”
At least you can answer that. “Uh… My friends and I are throwing a party? It's supposed to be casual, but some of us insisted on formal wear, and… Well, here you have me,” you explain before ending it with a sheepish chuckle. “Can't really find suits that fit me well enough, y'know?”
Garofano hums quietly, her hands around your waist making you let out the tiniest little breath. “I do know that particular struggle. At least I can help you in this case,” she replies, her hands gently moving to wrap the tape around your waistline. She's behind you, but you can feel the little pauses she takes to jot numbers down, and by god, you wish you could see the way her glasses look atop her nose. When she starts measuring you up again, you could swear she's taking longer than before for whatever reason…
You hope to god you're not making all the tension up.
—-
The measuring is over in about half an hour, and you're sure those thirty minutes of your lifespan evaporated alongside a few years thanks to the intensity of this gay panic.
“It should be ready in about a week, miss. Please, don't hesitate to come to me in case of any concerns you have,” Garofano said with a soft smile, taking off her glasses as she walks you to the front of the shop once more. You were right, the sight was as beautiful as you thought it would be while it lasted.
You realize… maybe you do have one concern.
“Look, you can tell me off if I'm weird about this, please make sure to turn me down if I'm, like, completely off-base here or if I'm being creepy or whatever, I would absolutely understand if you thought I was being too forward, like way too forward actually–”
“Sweetheart,” she cuts you off with a worried frown instead of that lovely smile. “Breathe, please. In… out.”You're out of breath when she calls you out, so with a quiet whine you nod and do as requested, feeling some semblance of composure arrive, so it brings a smile to your face when her lips quirk up in response. “Now, you're welcome to ask whatever it is that's on your mind.”
The reassurance isn't enough by a small margin, but whatever courage you manage to have is slightly emboldened by taking another deep breath. “Ma'am, you're stunning. I… Forgive me if I'm overstepping any lines, I just think– Um… If it's no bother, how would you feel about going out with me?”
You barely have time to process you wouldn't even be able to take her to the fancy sort of restaurant she deserves for a date, not with the shitty pay you get at your job.
It's… it's better to be upfront about that, so you steel your nerves before Garofano can answer, though you do find her surprised expression more than a little adorable, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. She's as gorgeous as she's cute– focus!
“I can't really take you to some five star restaurant… I know it's honestly a pretty bad offer, you should just forget I brought this up.”
Before your spirits can somehow deflate any more, Garofano takes a step forward and the sound of her heels shuts your train of thought down immediately. “Darling,” she begins with a gentle tone and a smile that is equally as sweet, “I don't think of myself as a woman who needs the highest luxuries. You're a beautiful prospect, I will gladly give you that.” The chuckle she gives in response to your flabbergasted expression is worth any sort of embarrassment you could've felt this entire morning. “Perhaps tomorrow could be a good time for our… date?”
The widest smile rises to your lips at the generous offer.
Maybe Valentine's day won't be so boring for a change.
So. I am alive. AND I have Vautour Bleu (for anyone who would care about me being with my wife <3)
I had this whole thing planned as some kind of comeback by droppin some fics, but my brain is experiencing a sturdy block right now when it comes to writing. I just think about tiddies on loop
This is a PSA that could've been an email, just to tell you that I am, in fact, alive
a/n: went out tonight instead of studying for my exam tomorrow (bad choice). but i'm already fucked so. and i need to post more regularly, so... enjoy
"focus, doll." she reminds you, harshly turning your chin back to look at your books.
the hand holding your pencil shakes, neat lettering turning into unintelligible scribbles as you clench around her cock.
"a-arle, i can't-" you whine, causing her to squeeze your cheeks, puffing your lips into a pretty pout.
"i said focus. you've put this off for far too long. you've been a very disobedient girl. you haven't earned your reward yet. you'll get it once i deem you've worked hard enough. am i understood?"
your eyes widen at her words, feeling her hand release your cheeks, expecting you to give her an answer. "yes, sir." your voice is breathy, eliciting a soft grunt from her and a little twitch of her cock buried in you.
she guides you back to study, watching you closely to ensure you're actually completing your tasks and not just faking it. after all, she wants a hardworking pet, not just a good actress.
a patient woman, she is, as she simply leans back, letting you sit on her lap and struggle to finish your work, her nails tapping rhythmically on your hips.
the minute you finish, you drop your pencil clumsily, showing her your work enthusiastically. and aren't you so cute?
all that hard work is tossed to the floor, the space on the desk replaced by your body as she pushes your head down, squeezing your hips. "let's see how long you can hold out for me, doll." she wickedly sneers, feeling you tighten up around her before she can pull out.
summary: angell and bianca share you. that's it, that's the tweet.
contents: transfem!angell x reader x bianca, cunnil.ingus (bianca receiving), handj.ob, an.al se.x (reader receiving), fing.ering, pure, soft smut with a hint of aftercare.
word count: 1.8k
author's note: chat. i have been so very stressed. i'm sorry this was shorter than the last two fics, i just want a woman to hold me tenderly. here, have pure smut.
art source: i adore you, my teacher
bianca's quiet sighs echo throughout the room, her hands tightly gripping onto the bedsheets. yours are muffled against her, too busy parting her lips with your thumbs to lap at the sensitive flesh before you like a starved woman.
“you tightened up. c'mon, relax f’me,” you hear angell rasp behind you, two fingers already knuckle-deep into your ass while she ignores everything else entirely, something that's both unbearable yet exciting mixed together. you know what's ahead.
as if to help you relax a bit, bianca breaths out before carding her fingers through your hair gently, murmuring a quiet, “you feel so, so damn good. ugh, your tongue,” and she can't finish the sentence before a quiet gasp falls from her lips and she jolts against you, prompted by the way your teeth brush gently against her folds. she's dripping onto the bedsheets now, but no one pays any mind to such a small detail, not when angell is focusing on the way your tight hole takes her fingers, not when you're lost between the sensation of angell filling you while preparing you for her cock, and certainly not when bianca's too busy grinding against your mouth slowly, as if afraid of taking more than necessary from you. you're desperate to taste her more though, so you push your tongue against her entrance and delight in the breathy whine that follows.
angell lets out a sound between a whimper and a growl, needy for your attention as well, before she moves to your side and takes your hand gently, all while her free hand stays with two fingers inside your hole. “please,” she whispers, “touch me too.”
you'd coo at the sweet way she pleads, but you'd rather die than pull your tongue away from bianca's folds, so instead you hum against the blonde’s dripping cunt and wrap your fingers around angell's cock. her breath hitches as you stroke her at a languid pace, already noticing the way her precum drips slowly from her tip and onto your hand.
between bianca's little gasps above you, angell's quiet whimpers as you stroke her, and the latter's fingers scissoring inside your tight walls?
you feel dizzy, intoxicated, and you need to feel them both against you.
you start pumping your hand around angell faster, making her grunt at the feeling, and at the same time wrap your lips around bianca's hardened bud, which prompts her to gasp sharply and rock her hips against your mouth.
“fuck, t-that feels so good, please,” bianca mewls frantically, her grip on your hair growing tighter. her essence is all you can taste, and you know she's getting close from the way her inner thighs grow tense before relaxing and tensing up once more.
angell isn't faring any better beside you. she's all quiet pants and whines, bucking her hips against your hand as she tries to fuck it and imagining it's your pussy. that doesn't mean angell ignores your pleasure though, because her fingers are now going in and out of you at the same pace as her hips move, and all you can do is suck bianca's clit while you moan around it, just as needy as the two girls that whimper your name between needy moans and growls.
the first one to come between all of you is bianca, who throws her head back with a wanton scream and arches against you, shivering while riding her high against your tongue. you press it flat against her, letting the blonde ride you to her heart's content, happy to taste her release against you.
angell isn't too far behind from bianca though, for she lets out a choked up cry of her own and thrusts desperately into your hand, then releases her seed into your palm while her hips jerk and quiver.
her fingers still inside you though, making you whine in frustration as you pull away from bianca's pussy. “please, i-it's not fair,” you whine and wiggle your hips. bianca giggles at the sight, breathless as she is, and her hand is back to caressing your hair gently.
“don't worry, cutie. we'll spoil you for taking us so well, won't we?” bianca coos softly, her blue eyes rising to meet angell’s golden gaze.
“she's right. it's only fair we return the favor,” angell rasps. before you can process their words, both women shift theirs and your positions around, now angell is sitting on the bed with her cock against your ass, with bianca smiling in front of you like a cat that's about to get the cream.
after a last whisper against your ear of “relax,” angell starts pushing in as gently as possible, slowly sheathing herself into your ass with quiet grunts that threaten to turn into whines. you don't fare any better for the record, clinging tightly onto bianca and resting your head between her tits while letting out ragged breaths. “that's it, just like that,” you hear the blonde whisper while she gently strokes your back. with the way angell stretches you out, any discomfort you could've felt is minimal at worst, and at the same time you can feel bianca's hand traveling downward to stroke your soaked slit without actually dipping her fingers inside, the tease that she is.
finally, when angell is buried inside you all the way, both of you are already breathless and desperate for her to start moving, though for some god forsaken reason she manages to hold back. “keep my cock warm for a bit, alright?” she murmurs into your ear, then presses all of her front against your back, letting you feel her soft chest and the way her pebbled nipples brush against your skin.
“don't worry, i can keep you busy,” bianca purrs, and finally parts your lower lips in order to push two fingers in, her body flush against yours and her soft nipples pressing against yours while absolutely tempting you to just lean down and suck onto them. the only thing stopping you from actually doing that is the way her fingers move at a tantalizing and slow pace, coupled with angell's cock filling you and making your mind empty itself in record time.
all you can do now is try to grind back, falling into angell's embrace and feeling her cock twitch inside your ass, or try to roll your hips forward, with bianca thrusting her fingers into your drenched pussy as a reward. you need both, yet all you can do is whimper and whine instead of actually begging for them to ravish you like you want to.
after a few brief moments, angell’s resolve finally cracks, and soon she's pulling out until nothing but her tip remains inside, then slowly pushes herself back in. “fucking hell,” she grunts before she starts thrusting in earnest against you, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck while bringing out rhythmic little moans out of you.
bianca's breath hitches at the display, and her smile widens as she decides now it's a good idea to start pumping in and out of you, resting her forehead against yours in an effort to keep you grounded. “just let yourself go. we'll both take care of you.”
so she says, but between the squelching of her palm against your labia and angell snapping her hips against yours faster every second, it's hard to say anything beyond a shaky, “please…”
you can feel the way angell smiles against your skin, still dizzy with her own pleasure yet proud of how much of a mess she's already making out of you. without any warning, her hands shoot up to your breasts and begin kneading them gently, right before she starts rolling one bud between her fingers while pinching the other, effectively drawing even louder cries out of you. “hey, no fair!” bianca calls out with a pout while thrusting her fingers into you at an even faster pace, and if her arm burns, she doesn't show it. in an attempt to upstage angell, bianca grits her teeth before a sly grin rises to her face, and suddenly her lips are pressed against yours and her tongue is already pushing into your mouth when you let out even more needy mewls.
for her part, angell doesn't seem jealous, and if anything her smile widens at the sight while her hands continue to toy with your nipples. all the while, her cock keeps going in and out of you; it only manages to feel even thicker when it's inside your asshole, you can barely breathe from the pleasure alone. bianca's now distracted herself rather well by kissing you and making an even bigger mess between your legs, while her free hand grips onto your hips and, surprisingly enough, guides you so you're grinding back and forth.
you barely know where angell begins and bianca ends now, all you know is both of these women are consuming your entire being right now.
cracks start to appear in angell’s composed appearance, and what started out as confident grunts are slowly dissolving into needy cries against the back of your neck; suddenly her pace becomes less measured, far more sloppy, and each thrust goes deep enough inside you that your eyes roll back every time.
bianca notices the change thanks to the desperate moans you're letting out and pulls away from ravaging your mouth to grin. “oh, we can't have you come before our princess here, she chastises angell, right before a third finger enters your pussy and suddenly her pace is incomprehensibly fast. skills of a sinner, you'd rationalize when your brain wasn't melting out of your cunt. even worse (or better) is when the blonde starts playing with your clit using her free hand, something that makes you scream out and quiver around her fingers mere seconds later, which has bianca smiling impossibly wide. she simply keeps rubbing it in tight little circles while you clench around her fingers, all the while cooing in your ear.
angell’s eyes widen behind you. “w-wait, fuck, she got tighter-” she manages to blurt out before a whole whimper falls from her lips, and her pace turns borderline animalistic now, easily prolonging your release and threatening to make you entirely dumb on her cock. “gonna come,” she warns between desperate cries, then moments later makes her promise come true as her warm seed fills up your tight walls. only then does she allow her hips to slow down before going still entirely.
“good girl… you took all that so well,” angell praises before gently turning your head to the side so she can kiss your lips now, the contact sweet and chaste.
“can't say i disagree. you looked beautiful there, sweetheart,” bianca whispers as her smile turns genuine and her hand goes back to caressing your hip softly.
with the two of them holding you gently like this, making sure you're okay after all that, it feels like heaven itself is wrapped against you, naked and sweaty as they may be.
moments later though, you're finally coherent enough to realize angell hasn't pulled out. neither has bianca retracted her fingers for that matter.
“round two?” angell rasps.
“pretty please…!” bianca adds.
with a sigh, you realize this night is far from over.
