#miss capri

[womenlovee]

my thirsty ass is checking in daily for new fics of these women.

i wish id say id write them myself, but i have no requests for them and who knows if ill ever get them done

[dottedfur]

can u pls do smut (gp isadora x fem r) where r is a virgin and younger, and their first time

isa is such a dog tho like r is so tight she has to hold herself back at first

ty ur writing is so good btw!! if u aren’t feeling this dw :)

g!p isadora capri x fem!reader

warnings: g!p, younger inexperienced reader

isadora lays sprawled casually upon the mattress, a pool of velvety sheets surround her like creased waves. her eyes are trained lackadaisically onto her phone, fingers mindlessly scrolling and hardly paying attention. occasionally, she’ll shift into a more comfortable position with a small grunting sound, before inevitably returning back to her doomscrolling.

her feed is full of pointless nonsense, spanning politics to puppies— earning frowns and smiles. still, nothing particularly interesting. until a sudden whimpering sounds out from beyond the bedroom door.

in an instant, isadora’s head perks up, rearing curiously towards the door until a look of realisation blossoms across her features. the woman grins wolfishly, plump lips splitting with smug glee. her eyes shine with an enticing mix of satisfaction and anticipation.

“y/n, darling…” she drawls, voice dripping with a toxic honey, “if you’re so desperate, you’re allowed to come in, you know…”

with an abrupt clamour, the metal handle twists open and the door sharply jolts ajar. you stumble into the room, not caring to close the door behind you.

your eyes are instantly attached to isadora who’s simply just watching you.

silently, she pats the bed singularly beside her.

instantaneously, or rather pathetically, you’re perched up beside her.

isadora’s grin grows, a hint of pearly white canines daring to unsheathe. her slender hand reaches up, pianist fingers delicately tracing your jawline.

a heavy silence sizzles in the room, the tension palpable as isa simply observes; she takes note of how you quiver— how needily you wriggle.

“you’re shivering, puppy.” she quips blankly, dark eyes roving you all over with an immense scrutiny. unexpectedly, she then sniffs at the air. her nose tilts and twitches before coming to a steady rest. her eyes darken furthermore, if that was even possible.

she speaks again. “you’re in heat.”

immediately, you’re whining quietly again. lips pulling back into a wobbly line as you shift and shuffle on the sheets, as if in a dire hunt for friction.

isa hitches a brow unconsciously, bemused. however, she’s quick to snake her hands down to her belt where nimble fingers deftly unclip a silver belt with a metallic clacking noise. the belt slips off smoothly, landing in a messy heap of leather spaghetti on the carpet below. thoughtlessly, isa then lifts up her hips and effortlessly slides her jeans off. they roll down her legs fluidly until she’s just clad in a pair of boxers.

the boxers are of course leopard print, except with a prominent bulge tenting them. the fabric stretches immensely in order to contain isadora and she hums thoughtfully at the sight. she knew you weren’t able to tear your gaze away.

so, with yet another brisk pat, isa wordlessly beckons you onto her lap.

without a second’s hesitation, you’re straddling her lap— wriggling restlessly. your hips shift about, again in a desperate search for friction.

isa simply laughs, the sound throaty and raspy. “it’s alright, pet.” she grins, “you can take them off.”

and you of course do just that. your fingertips dig below the elastic band of her underwear and tug eagerly. with a struggle, you manage to wrestle the boxers over her hips and down her legs, but the very second they pass her bulge?

isadora’s cock springs to, standing proud and erect in the humid room. it twitches occasionally at its impressive length, her werewolf nature allowing it to near 10 inches. all you can do is stare, rendered to a mute mess— quaking with need.

isadora reaches a hand down, encircling her cock with it where she gives a slow pump which earns a heavy throb. the veins pulse, becoming much more noticeable.

“strip.” isadora suddenly barks, eyes dark and serious as they bore deeply into yours.

you’re obeying compliantly in an instant, obediently slipping off your trousers and underwear until you too are bare from the waist down.

isadora’s chest hitches, a breath unexpectedly catching in her throat as her eyes lock onto your bare pussy. it’s dripping already, smothering isa’s thighs in a sticky smearing.

isadora sniffs at the air again, only subtly, but still her pupils dilate immensely with an animalistic intent. her hands snap to your hips, grasping tight— her grip unyielding as she abruptly heaves you up and twists you around so that your back is to her chest.

she huffs heavily, carefully aligning her bulging tip to your dripping hole. a low grumble echoes up her throat and she mutters lowly in your ear, “you’re going to be a good girl, pet.” she instructs slowly, “and you’re going to let me breed this little hole right here until you’re a hot, panting mess beneath me.” she pauses, tone turning lighter, more inquisitive, “aren’t you, hm?”

you’re nodding immediately, so fast that you fret your head may come flying off its hinges.

isadora smirks victoriously, patting your hip once before suddenly slamming her cock into you.

you gasp softly at the abrupt intrusion, feeling her cock stuff itself aggressively into your hole and settle there for a moment— pulsing as it adjusts to your tightness.

isadora’s already whining in your ear behind you, in awe of how tight you truly are. “fuck, fuck…” she grunts, chest heaving, “so fucking tight…” she practically howls when she begins to pound her cock in and out repeatedly. her hands still clutch your hips, using them like an anchor as she thrusts her hips up endlessly.

her cock slides in and out, over and over, stretching you wide beyond imagine. you feel every pulse and every vein pressing incessantly into your walls. her balls, seemingly full and heavy, slap noisily against your ass with every jerk of her hips.

“i-isa…” you whine pitifully to which isadora just wraps her arms firmly around your waist and only thrusts deeper and faster.

your pleasurable screams pierce the air as you feel her tip repetitively jabbing your cervix, relentlessly bullying it as her animalistic grunts mix with your poor howls. the bed squeaks threateningly, the wooden beams daring to snap into a million splinters just below. but isadora doesn’t care, her cock’s way too happy to even begin to consider something as silly as a broken bed.

“fucking take it.” she snaps into your ear, smooshing her face against yours so you could feel the sheer abundance of sweat soaking her face and her hair. she rubs her cheek all over yours, as if scenting you until her grunts suddenly become much more airy.

they shake and quiver as she nears her inevitable orgasm, balls tensing and twitching as she pounds her cock brutally inside you just those few last times until she finally comes crashing into her release.

she slams her entire length completely inside you, ensuring no seed could spill out as her balls draw up and unload an endless string of ropes of a thick, heavy cum. they burst inside you with each pump and pulsing of her cock, splattering into your insides sloppily. this relents for a long while until isadora finally slumps down onto the mattress behind you, utterly defeated.

you soon copy in tow, toppling down limply atop of her panting form. her cock still lays nestled contently inside you, pulsing softly with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

you stare plainly at the ceiling, a smirk soon overcoming your features as realisation dawns. “isa?…” you call breathlessly.

“yes?…” she hums back, hands on your hips.

“…you’re the one who’s a hot, panting mess beneath me.” you comment truthfully, a chuckle threatening to rumble up your throat.

there’s a pause where isadora debates whether to spank you or reprimand you.

thankfully, she decides on neither.

admitting to defeat, she grumbles a tiresome, “shut up, l/n.”

[f2delity]

✎ᝰ 𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

nsfw

isadora capri x fem!reader

warnings: praising, cunnilingus, fingering

‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋

You were heading to the music room with your cello, everyone else decided to participate in the activities that Principal Dort had in place to get everyone excited for the Day Of Remembrance. You could finally get some peace and quiet, you had to make sure that you were perfect for your performance.

You approached the music room, the door was left wide open. You took a quick peek in the room, looking for anyone that could be in there but nobody was in there. After making sure nobody was in there, you walked in and went to find an empty chair. Once you found an empty chair, you began setting everything up; grabbing the cello stopper from your bag and placing it down on the floor. You pulled the endpin down, making sure it was aligned properly on the stopper and carefully rested the cello between your legs as you sat down; holding the bow in your right hand.

“Okay..” you whispered.

“I cannot screw this up.”

You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes then started with the beginning of Prokofiev’s “Dance of the Knights” from Romeo and Juliet.

You kept taking small breaths as you continued on in the music, but then you heard a familiar voice; causing you to mess up.

“Y/N?” A woman with strawberry blonde hair approached you as she called your name, she smelled like warm coffee during a nice fall evening.

You looked up at her, it was Miss Capri, the new head of music teacher. The woman you’ve always admired when you had lessons with her, you took a small glimpse at her then looked away immediately.

“I thought you were with Principal Dort.” You said.

She began fidgeting with her hands.

“I was, but my mind couldn’t help but wonder who the person was in here practicing.” She replied as she walked up to you.

She placed her right hand on your shoulder then took her left hand and placed it underneath your chin, lifting your head up a bit to make sure you were making eye contact with her.

“You’ve been avoiding me recently; you’ve been quieter than usual too, sweetheart.”

“May I ask why?” She questioned.

You instantly broke the eye contact with her, “I have my own things to worry about.” You answered.

She leaned over a bit, bringing her mouth close to your ear.

“Oh please, don’t act like I haven’t noticed you noticing me ever since you started your lessons with me.” she whispered then moved her mouth away from your ear.

You instantly looked at her, she immediately caught your attention.

“I think it’s very..intriguing, I must say.” She finished as she grabbed the cello resting between your legs, carefully placing it on the floor next to the chair you sat on and grabbed the bow from your hand; placing it down next to where the cello is.

She then pulled you up from the chair, placing her left hand on your waist and her right hand on your cheek. Your eyes immediately fell on her lips, you wanted her to kiss you right now more than ever. She noticed you staring at her lips, a smile appearing on her lips now. She immediately knew what you were thinking.

“May I?” She asked, her thumb now caressing your bottom lip.

You nodded, you gave her your approval and within seconds; her lips crashed against yours. She did not have to fight for dominance, she instantly knew she had you submissively.

The makeout session continued across the room, you felt the back of your body against her desk as she began unbuttoning your blouse and placing it on the side of the desk. She carefully lifted you up, placing you on top of the desk then you pulled your lips away from hers.

You stared into her hazel colored eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be sure about this?” She replied.

A smile lit up on your face, you tugged on her shirt and pulled her in for another kiss; this time, making sure your lips stayed connected with hers.

Her hand trailed down to your skirt, she slightly tugged at the waist band; placing her hand down your skirt and using two of her fingers to pull your panties to the side, making sure her fingers had easier entry.

With each passionate kiss, you could feel her inserting her fingers inside of you. They began pumping in and out at a slow and steady pace, her fingers brushing softly against every sweet spot you had with each curl of her fingers; making you slightly gasp against her lips.

Your hands pressed gently against her back, trying to get ahold of something to grab on.

She began picking up the pace, pulling her lips away from yours; now placing gentle kisses along your neck as you closed your eyes, enjoying the pleasure of her dominating you.

Your whines felt like music to her ears, the rhythm of your breathing matched up with hers as she took her time with you.

Her fingers then curled against your g-spot, making a knot form in your stomach as you cried out in pleasure.

“Miss Capri..” you whispered.

Hearing you say her name like that instantly had her, she was turned on even more by how you said her name.

You desperately needed her more.

The way her fingers worked inside you, it was like she was playing an instrument and you were the instrument she was playing.

You hid your face in the crook of her neck as she picked up the pace more, working her fingers faster and faster inside you; nails digging in her shoulder, fighting to hold onto something.

“Deep breaths, you’re doing so good sweetheart.” She praised, planting a kiss on your forehead.

The ladder to your climax proceeded to continue to build up more and more as her fingers traced against your spongy sweet spots, she was determined more than ever to help you arrive at your climax. She gazed over at you, looking at your facial expressions; she knew you were right there, ready to release yourself.

She moved her mouth close to your ear, now whispering in your ear.

“Go right ahead, darling.” She whispered as her fingers curled one last time against your g-spot, immediately causing you to release yourself from your climax.

Your warm juices covered her fingers, her pace began to slow down; two fingers became one, and one became none as she carefully removed them from your entrance. She pulled her hand out from your skirt, she looked around at the desk looking for something to clean her fingers off with and spotted a roll of paper towels to the left of you—ripping a piece of paper towel from the roll with her other hand, now using it to clean the mess you made on her fingers.

After cleaning her fingers off, she tossed the paper towel in the trash can next to her desk and glanced over at you. Your breathing was still scattered, trying its best to get back to normal as you took slow deep breaths.

She placed her hand underneath your chin and gave you a quick peck on the lips, you kissed her back. As you pulled your lips away from hers, you could see a gentle smirk on her lips. You instantly knew she was not done with you just yet.

“I’m not done with you yet, honey.” She commented.

You raised an eyebrow at her as her hands tugged at the hem of your skirt, pulling it down your legs along with your panties. She placed both your skirt and panties to the side where your blouse is at then got down on her knees, her head leveling where the bottom half of your body is.

She spread your legs opened wide and began planting kisses between your thighs, traveling closer to your core. Your body shivered with each kiss, and you looked down at her; instantly making eye contact with her as she glanced up at you. Next thing you felt was her tongue against your clit, gently licking it and moving her tongue in a clockwise motion; causing you to slightly throw your head back.

You placed your right hand on the top of her head, your fingers getting tangled up in her strawberry blonde hair as your left hand gently gripped on the edge of the desk for support. You pulled her head closer to your core as she continued to place gentle licks against your clit, making you want her even more all over again.

“Fuck,” you cursed underneath your breath.

The woman you always admired was eating you out right then and there, in her own classroom. It’s not what you had imagined, but you weren’t complaining; it felt like you were winning in life right in that moment.

You bit the bottom of your lip, trying to not be too loud just in case anyone was in the hallway to hear. Your whines remained constant and consistent, progressively getting a bit louder as her licks began to pick up the pace.

Your climax began to build up all over again, your breath shuddering with each move her tongue made. In a instant, you could feel yourself slipping away from what was happening; you began to see the stars as you felt her tongue putting more pressure into each lick, pushing you to the edge causing you to cry out her name with your release.

Within seconds, you couldn’t feel the pressure anymore. She moved her head up your body, planting kisses as she traveled back up to your face. You remained quiet, catching your breath as the two of you made eye contact with each other - not knowing what to say next.

She tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear with a smile on her face, “There we go, now I can have a better look at you.”

Your cheeks flushed immediately, you felt very flattered.

“Someone’s all flustered again, awh.” She giggled.

She placed a kiss on your cheek then grabbed your clothes and placed them on your lap.

“You should get dressed, we don’t want you looking like a hot mess when you go out to meet with the rest of the other students. Do we now?” She mentioned as she fixed her hair and her clothes, making sure she looked all tidy.

You quietly chuckled as you got up from the top of the desk and started getting dressed again, your legs were still slightly wobbly. You put your panties back on, then your skirt and started buttoning your blouse back up again. After you finished buttoning up your blouse, Miss Capri begins to tidy up your hair, making sure you look your absolute best.

“Until next time?” You asked curiously.

She paused.

“You should already know the answer to your question, dearest.” She answered.

You smiled.

“Now go before anyone realizes that you’re not there yet, I’ll put your cello back in your room for you.” She noted.

She brushed her hand against your cheek, leaning in and pressing her lips against yours—kissing you.

“I promise this is not a one time thing,”

“Come back here later tonight, please? We can discuss whatever this is.” She grabbed your hand, holding your hand—tracing her thumb against your hand.

You nodded, “Of course.”

She kisses you again and you kissed her back.

“Until tonight,” she said.

“Until tonight,” you whispered.

[tiredandsapphic]

𝜗ৎ meet me in the pale moonlight.

isadora capri x femreader

summary getting a moments escape from Nevermore’s gala—with a certain music teacher.

notes nsfw. teacherxstudent. legal age gap. was gonna write fluff but it’s kinktober so all you bitches horny

suffocating.

nevermore held yet another overly elaborate gala. you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t impressive;but it simply wasn’t your scene. it felt suffocating.

by this point in the evening your dress felt too tight, your social battery hitting a low, and legs aching from any more waltzing. too many eyes, too many smiles and not nearly enough oxygen.

it hadn’t been horrible, no, you enjoyed the time with your friends, dressing up in an elegant dress, getting perfectly done up. though, what pestered, was that you knew you looked good—but you knew isadora couldn’t do anything about it. yet.

throughout the night your eyes flickered to her, usually stationed at the piano, a significant member of the quartet. she looked divine, her dress hugging perfectly, she looked good enough to eat. you found this strand of thoughts floating through your head multiple times throughout the night.

her thoughts mirrored yours.

you barely force another polite laugh through small talk when another hand brushed yours. soft but intentional.

you turn—and there she was, isadora.

“is—ms. capri,” you breathe out, correcting yourself amongst a watching crowd. you awkwardly step away from your previous conversation, more toward her, away from listening ears.

god she looked even more gorgeous up close, causing your heart to flutter against your ribs. 

her hazel eyes—flecked with gold—studied you carefully, a gentle knowing smile on her painted lips. "you looked like you needed saving." she hums, "you still do." she adds as she glances around the lively space.

before you can open your mouth to deflect you find yourself being tugged along by the older woman. carefully but quickly making your way around the sea of bodies, yet your attention solely on the woman in front of you.

it isn't long until you break the threshold of the doors, breaking out into the cool night air which bites at your heated exposed skin. you suck in a breath, the air surprisingly refreshing compared to the charged air within your beloved academy.

she continues to pull you along, her heels in a steady rhythm against the cool cobblestone paths that surround nevermore. quiet in her determination—drawing a breathless laugh from your lips. "isadora, what are we doing?"

she looks back over her shoulder, orange-red curls illuminated by the moonlight. a wolfish playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"getting you away," she says simply, finally coming to a halt, nearly causing you to crash into her.

you had reached the back gardens at this time. everything a dull grey, the small amount of light provided by the moon above, littering everything in a gentle yet gothic glow. stone and petals reflecting the barely there highlights, a peaceful silence compared to the gala inside.

isadora takes her step closer, the playful expression fading to something gentle. something so uniquely her. she takes your hands into hers, holding them carefully as her rings glide over your knuckles.

"you look so incredibly beautiful tonight," she hushes, her voice carried by the serenity of the gardens.

heat creeps back up your neck, not being able to fight the bashful smile that breaks free. "is that why you dragged me away?"

she laughs soft, shaking her head. "not entirely," her gentle gaze flickers over you, "i know you best. and i know that's not exactly your scene." she says low, eyes flicking back to the looming academy, the music carrying low through the night.

you shrug, but you knew she was exactly correct. "i suppose it is a little much," you admit.

she hums and nods, guiding you closer. her hands travelling down your arms to settle at your cinched waist.

"well its been killing me trying to act professional in there, and equally hard watching you try to enjoy yourself." her eyes travel down your face, locking onto your lips. "let me help you relax," she whispers.

you have no time to respond, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that's equally soft and demanding. both of your pent up frustration escaping in a low groan. your body immodestly melts against her like clockwork, pressing yourself against her body's warmth. she tastes like a fruity drink and something more feral.

you finally find it in you to pull away, but not far. close enough to count the golden specks amongst the hues of her eyes. "isadora," you swallow, jerking your chin weakly toward nevermore.

like a big looming reminder. this isn't your dorm or her living quarters. not her locked classroom or some far away place. "we shouldn't," the words struggle to even form from your lips.

isadora's face reflects none of the same worries, just pure confident admiration.

"you're right," she lets out, but takes no action to move, just her grip on your waist growing more firm. "but i can't find it in myself to care right now." she adds, honest and raw.

your knees could buckle at the rasp in her voice—any sense of morality leaving. suddenly the risk seems very worth the reward.

a weak laugh falls from you before you find yourself leaning back in, continuing the kiss. she reciprocates instantly, lips falling to a soft and steady rhythm against yours. her cinnamon and warm scent intoxicating amongst the florals, drawing you in closer, flush to her body. a small moan leaves you, swallowed up by her lips.

she smiles against your mouth, knowing how quick you are to submit to her. she pushes you back gently, not pulling away, guiding you until your back meets the coolness of an old stone statue. cold and damp against your own heat, stark to the building heat between you two.

she pulls back for air, gentle puffs of air shared between you both. her pupils are blown wide, dark in the moonlight. beautiful and nearly animalistic. 

"please don't deny me of you," she rasps out—a plea—eyes searching.

you snake your arms around her shoulders, fingers tugging gentle at the wild loose curls. a subtle tilt of your head and a merciful smile is all she needs. "i wouldn't dream of it, isa." you whisper.

a hushed growl rumbles from her, her wolf keening. "good." 

she presses you harder against the stone, the warmth of her lips meeting your jaw. she plants kisses down your jaw to your neck, teeth grazing soft pulse points.

you tip your head in mindless response, breath hitching as your fingers find more of her hair. a firm grip to the nape of her neck.

her soft bites and kisses are cautious but deliberate, flushing your veins full of burning desire. isadora maneuvers her leg between yours as you so generously part them. her thigh slotting between yours, the sudden pressure makes your heart skip and lips part in another moan. 

"gods—you're so sweet," she murmurs against your skin, "my sweet girl."

the words shoot through you, adding fuel to the fire burning within. finding yourself growing helplessly needy against her.

her kisses pepper lower, down to the swell of your breasts in your dress, her thigh moving slow yet firm against you. you shudder, shutting your eyes with the overwhelming need. you don't need the cool night air to help you feel how shamefully wet your panties are, all because of isadora.

she leans back, back up to your face, enjoying the flush of your face and quiet panting. completely lost for her.

"let me take care of you," she whispers, another soft plea for consent. her eyes are always searching.

you swallow and nod pathetically, fingers clutching at the back of her neck. "please," is all you can manage.

her grips tightens as she hoists you up on the stone base of the old statue, the bite of the colder stone against your thighs running up you. your breath catches and a hand catches the edge of the stone, as if to tether yourself to reality. 

she lets out a satisfied hum as she peers up at you, "so pretty." her lips find yours again, tongue slipping past your lips, kissing you deep.

a hand trails down your gown, warm against the cool bite, lost in the fabric as it slips under. her fingers find the dampness collecting between your thighs, your soaked panties pulling a satisfied groan from her. fingertips tease over the fabric, causing your body to arch against the barely there touch, chasing any kind of contact.

not feeling the need to tease you any further—isadora drops to her knees in front of you, gazing up at you as if you were your own statue in the garden.

the sight makes you fuzzy, overwhelming need and love sending you reeling. her hands run up your legs, to the skin of your thighs, bunching the generous amount of fabric up. she fumbles slight, almost lost in the amount of garment. a shared laugh escapes you both, the irony of the moment. as if the dress was in agreement with the forbidden moment.

though her eagerness prevails, tugging down your wet fabric, exposing you to her and the crisp air. isadora wastes no time, trailing hot kisses up your thighs until she reaches your dripping cunt. hands adjusting your legs over her shoulders. the moment her mouth connects you let out a small cry, slapping your hand to your mouth as you shudder. 

she moans against you, vibrations sending more pleasure to the moment. you drop your hand from your mouth to tangle into her curls, something to ground yourself. white knuckles on the stone which your other hand gripped.

she worked you slow, but precisely. her skilled mouth knowing exactly how to work you up. her tongue circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you moan, tossing your head back, hips chasing her mouth. the coolness of her rings glide against your thighs—softly massaging the tender skin. a soft assurance that she has you.

"oh, isa." you breathe out, coming out broken and whiny.

she pulls back momentarily, making you look down instantly. the loss of contact causes you to whine weakly, almost unbearable. her eyes flicker up to you—knowing—as she slips her rings off her hand. the question falls short on your tongue when she leans back in, alongside her fingers now.

she slips two fingers in you, slow as you moan at the careful stretch. your nails scrape against her hair as she pumps two fingers reverently, her tongue working your clit in sync with her thrusts.

the double sensation has you seeing white, pants and moans growing more desperate. weakly bouncing off the stone around, the worry of getting caught very much an after thought now. the only sounds being the scandalous moans from you and the silent music carrying from the gala you've abandoned.

"so good for me," she murmurs against you, "so so good." she praises.

her praise was always a weakness, drawing you closer and closer to the edge with each sweep of her tongue and every thrust of her fingers. 

she pulls back only to speak soft, "you going to come for me, my pretty girl?" she whispers.

you nod frantically, "mmm—yes... yes isadora, please," you pant out.

her mouth finds you again, working you at the same rate. her talented fingers curling deep inside, hitting the spot that makes your thighs tremble around her head. feeling your walls squeeze her fingers, isadora doubles down, determined to let you fall over the edge.

your orgasm rips through you with force. your head falls back, exposing your throat to the moonlight, fingers tightening impossibly in isadora's curls. white hot heat rushes through you, having you seeing stars as she works you over and through the pleasure.

mouth falling open in rapid moans, some being her name in broken breaths. isadora works you gently through the high, the occasional whisper of 'good girl' ringing through your head. finally, her pace slows as the high subsides, replaced with weak bones and overstimulation.

"isa," you rasp, pawing weakly at her head. 

she obliges, pulling back, slipping her fingers from the warmth of your soaked cunt. a weak groan emitting from you in response. your back pressing against the stone behind you, the only thing holding you up as your chest raises and falls in rapid bursts.

isadora slowly raises back to her feet while licking her fingers clean of you, a low moan coming from her. the explicit sight has you breathless all over again. her hands find your waist again, something stable to hold onto. she kisses your jaw, cheek, nose and finally finds your mouth—kissing you deep. the taste of your arousal lingering on her mouth.

when she pulls back she smiles, taking in your blissed out expression, stark to the pent up expression you held minutes ago. "are you okay, my sweet girl?" she asks, caring and honest.

you catch your breath, a fragile smile forming on your face, "yeah, god yes." 

she hums in content, your hands tremble as they find her face. thumbs brushing the dampness that lingered on her chin, catching the light from the sky. she turns her head to kiss the tip of your fingers, catching your wrist on her face.

"you did so good for me," she whispers, leaning into your hand.

the familiar warmth that comes from being with isadora floods you once again. you pull her in to kiss her—much softer than the earlier blur of passion. 

"i feel so much better," you admit, "you've cured me." you joke.

"anything for you." she hums, tilting her head with a smirk. her hands running up your sides. 

the moment is silent as you lean your forehead against hers. the events that took place settling to a gentle hum, a shared secret between you two and the garden. quiet moment lost in the music which still sheds from nevermore.

she pulls back to gaze at the looming building in the distance, a merciful frown forming. "i suppose we should get back," you say, following her gaze.

"mmm," she nods, looking back at you, "i can't have the orchestra being entirely lost without me." she says with a small smile.

a quiet giggle leaves you, as she smoothes down your gown, covering the warm skin of your thighs. as if she hadn't just taken you apart. the smallest tremble still lingering in your limbs—unable to push yourself off the stone you sat on.

"maybe a few more minutes won't hurt," she adds as a brow arches slightly, a mischievous smile growing.

you laugh, breathless, nodding in agreement, "maybe just until i can feel my legs again."

she laughs in response, letting you fall flush into her warmth once more. a quiet understanding in the secrecy that the gardens provide.

[padchai]

this pic is giving girlfriend who talks about special interests x girlfriend who listens !!

[wandasgirl69]

1. I found this on TikTok THIS DRAWING IS SO FUCKING GOOD (credit to the artist I think her tiktok is ‘hasnotbeenfound’)

2. She’s 2 apples tall and couldn’t be evil if she tried

[amandasmvies]

Alr isadora capri fanfic writers let’s get on it chop chop I’m busting my ass with edits over here I want to read fics as a reward and there’s barely any 😭

[widowsbitesx]

She is not safe with me. The things i would do to this woman. I swear to god, i’m going insane. HOLD ME THE FUCK BACK.

(Im still sick…I hope i can post ch4 of ‘Until the End’ later today…)