tags : gender neutral reader, (i tried) kissing, fluff, (slightly suggestive on isolde's part?) potential ooc, grammatical errors, not proofread
sotd : limit by cece natalie
a/n : hello everynyan i finally posted something 🥹🥹 part two is already coming heh
Kakania - "Klara Vingler."
Kakania's breath stutters when your weight settles against her lap. The hold on her quill begin to loosen as her fingers pause briefly. With a calculated shift of her hips, she returns to her work.
The faint sound of ink scratching unpleasantly against paper is the only sound present within the room, save for the slight change of Kakania's measured breaths warm against your ear as she carefully leans in slightly. Her chest presses up against your back, chin resting comfortably on your shoulder. Kakania's eyes remain downcast, her focus weakening with each passing second.
When she gives in, she'll press her lips against your neck, trailing up to your cheek. Kakania's hand travels from quill to your chin, tilting your head toward her direction just to feel your lips slotting against hers once more.
Isolde Von DIttarsdorf - "Vienna's Star."
Isolde remains collected when she finds you settling in comfortably atop her thighs. It was as if she was expecting this, a gentle yet unreadable smile playing across her lips. Her pale fingers run along the skin of your legs deliberately, her expression unchanging.
Beneath her impeccable exterior, Isolde's eyes relax once her hand finds its place on your hip. Her grip is almost possessive, the tightening of her hold hinting at her true intentions. She watches you with rapt attention, inching closer until her mouth is level with your ear.
"What is on your mind, dear?" She whispers. Isolde sounds eerily pleasant, a hidden undertone evident within the way she speaks. You can't put a finger on it, and within your train of thoughts, Isolde's palms are already wandering.
Ekaterina - "Windsong."
Windsong nearly jumps in her seat when you occupy her lap. It didn't take long until heat rose to her face, her gloved hands hovering just above where your hips are. With a steadying breath, she deliberately leans in close with her chest now pressing against your backside. Windsong's eyes dart between the papers scattered across her desk, yet she doesn't even read a single word.
Her chin brushes against your shoulder, prompting you to turn your head toward the woman behind you. Windsong snaps her gaze toward the floor, hiding her flushed expression poorly. Her legs quiver beneath you, her breathing growing uneven.
The moment your hand snaps up to force Windsong's head toward you is when she eventually gives in, giving you the attention you desire.
Vila - "Daughter of the Wine-Dark Sea."
Vila's smile unwavers as you clumsily settle atop her lap. She quickly adjusts, shifting in the slightest just to bring you comfort from where you’re sitting. Her gaze falls upon your face first, her eyes curiously searching your own.
Vila embraces your waist and pulls you tighter, her lips suddenly finding your neck. She peppers your skin with feather-light pecks that level as quickly as they came. The occasional brush of her fang as she kisses you sends a pleasant shiver within your spine. Vila feels you shudder within her hold, but would rather not comment on it.
She moves her way up until she's level with you. Vila is close enough that her breath just barely mingles with yours. Without giving it much thought, she quickly captures your lips with her mouth and slides her palms across the expanse your back.
Adèle Tavernier - "Brume."
Brume nearly jolts from her seat when you pull the door of the driver's side. She hardly gets a chance at retorting when you find you place on her lap, seating yourself comfortably.
Brume's hand subconsciously reaches for your hip as a means to ground herself whilst the other picks up a macaron. "No destination yet, I presume?" She begins before she lets herself bite into the French delight, chewing as quietly as she possibly can.
Your weight on her legs makes her feel more anxious than usual. Brume is rigid, as if one wrong move will get herself into another squabble. Her palm hesitantly snakes around your waist with a deliberateness that unexpectedly sends a shiver traveling down your spine. Brume sucks in a breath before slowly planting a kiss to your neck.
i'm still unemployed. hi. also my brother wouldn't stop playing multiple variants of the bakushin umamusume song while i was writing these.
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