the rush of slumber party kissing

by pipsqueakparker

Summary:

It felt silly, the way her heart raced as the bottle’s spinning slowly came to a halt and the neck pointed squarely at her. Stolas had never heard of the game, but when Blitzø insisted it was a “sleepover essential”, she was quick to agree to it.

“You ever play spin the bottle, birdy?” Blitzø had asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she tilted her head back to drain the last dregs of wine left.

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AKA, sapphic stolitz sleepover smut

Notes:

• For GlitterKoneko.

title from naked in manhattan by chappell roan ('cause lesbians)

inspired by this mini comic that GlitterKoneko made for day one of Fem Blitz Week! (i was obviously late for that but i hope that's okayyyyyyy)

thank you for making such beautiful art that inspires me to create things & also cry for hours, everyone go find glitter & send her love 'cause she's amazing

It felt silly, the way her heart raced as the bottle’s spinning slowly came to a halt and the neck pointed squarely at her. Stolas had never heard of the game, but when Blitzø insisted it was a “sleepover essential”, she was quick to agree to it.

“You ever play spin the bottle, birdy?” Blitzø had asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she tilted her head back to drain the last dregs of wine left. Some of the dark red liquid trailed from the corner of her mouth, running along the stark white skin that stretched down her neck. Stolas’ eyes followed that trail as it continued onto the red of her chest, eventually disappearing beneath the fabric of her bra. She shook her head, eyes snapping back up to Blitzø’s when she realized where she’d been staring, blush spreading beneath the short feathers of her faceplate. “Well, if we’re going to have a real sleepover, it’s basically a requirement.”

This ‘real sleepover’ had been Blitzø’s idea. After Stolas had expressed how lonely it was in the palace, Blitzø offered to spend the night, treat her to a real sleepover and have some fun. So far, they’d watched a few movies as they chowed down on pizza and popcorn. Now, they were sitting in the middle of the floor, Blitzø’s eyes half-lidded as she looked up from the bottle to the nervous looking owl across from her. That gaze did things to Stolas, things that left a heat burning low in her belly and her thighs clenching.

“Oh, would you look at that,” Blitzø drawled, shifting onto her hands and knees. She grabbed the bottle, pushing it out of the way as she slowly moved to close the space between them, a smirk ghosting across her lips. “Landed on you, bird tits.”

“O-oh – should I worry?” Stolas breathed, clasping her talons together at her waist, eyes wide and unsure as Blitzø finally settled in front of her, sitting back on her heels.

“I dunno,” Blitzø murmured, grabbing Stolas’ chin with one hand. A soft gasp fell from Stolas’ beak as Blitzø’s other hand snuck beneath the loose fabric of her top, warm claws cupping her breast as the imp’s face moved closer, lips close enough that Stolas could feel her breath as she continued, “Should you?”

They were so close, Stolas could feel the heat from Blitzø’s body, the press of her chest just below Stolas’. The last breath of space between them was at their mouths, which Blitzø closed within seconds with a soft hum and a hungry tongue. It wasn’t the first time they’d kissed by a long shot, not even tonight, but it still filled Stolas with a warm thrill that raced down her spine and left her feathers puffed around her neck and under Blitzø’s hands.

Stolas’ talons circled Blitzø’s wrist, where her hand still sat heavy on Stolas’ breast. Blitzø squeezed, gently kneading at the plush feathers, and another broken sigh escaped the owl. She felt so sensitive, Blitzø’s touch hot and setting her nerves on fire. She straightened, arched her back to push her chest against Blitzø’s skillful palm, and nipped at the imp’s lower lip with the tip of her beak. A move she knew would be rewarded with redoubled efforts to please her, and she was correct – Blitzø shifted closer, wedging a knee between Stolas’ thighs as she let the hand on Stolas’ face slide down to her waist. Stolas could feel the heat of Blitzø’s core through the thin material of her underwear where she was now straddling the owl’s thigh, though Blitzø was more focused on the princess and her needs.

Blitzø’s mouth trailed down Stolas’ long neck, fangs teasing along the shafts of her feathers, just barely brushing skin in a way that felt like electricity running along the length of her throat. She nosed her way down Stolas’ chest, breath ghosting over the curve of the breast that hadn’t received any attention yet as she buried her face in the plumage and inhaled deeply.

“Is this normally how a game of spin the bottle proceeds?” Stolas asked, a teasing lilt in her voice. She tilted her head down to watch Blitzø’s mouth work over her chest, the fabric of her cropped tank pushed up as Blitzø’s searing kisses trailed between her tits.

“Are you complainin’?” Blitzø asked without lifting her head, the hand on Stolas’ waist drifting down to a hip, claws playing with the elastic band of her panties. Stolas shook her head, hips rocking instinctively at the touch and a groan rumbling up her throat as she found friction against the leg Blitzø had shoved between hers. “That’s what I thought, princess.”

Stolas rolled her hips slowly against Blitzø, slipping her top off and letting it fall somewhere behind her. It was only getting in the way and Blitzø seemed to be grateful when it was gone, keeping her attention and mouth on Stolas’ chest, teeth and forked tongue playing over the expanse of feathers and flesh. The owl’s talons trailed up Blitzø’s arm and over her shoulders, raising gooseflesh along her skin until Stolas found the clasps for Blitzø’s bra. It hardly seemed fair she was the only one so undressed at this point, and when she unclipped the back Blitzø let the garment be pulled off without a thought.

Stolas let her hands explore Blitzø’s skin slowly, skimming over the scars along her chin and shoulder before caressing a freshly exposed breast. Blitzø groaned against Stolas’ chest when the owl’s thumb caught over a nipple, feeling just as sensitive to the princess’ touch as she often teased Stolas for. Claws dug into Stolas’ hip, pulling her closer to Blitzø as the imp pressed her leg more firmly against the wetness gathering between Stolas’ legs. She stretched to capture Stolas’ beak in another kiss, swallowing her moan as Blitzø snuck a hand between them to shift the princess’ panties out of the way, her cunt now making sweet, slick, direct contact with Blitzø’s warm skin.

Stolas was less careful with Blitzø’s, snaking one hand down and tearing the fabric away with her sharp talons so she could feel Blitzø against her own leg. Blitzø wasn’t complaining, though, more than happy to have nothing between them as she rubbed herself against soft feathers, riding Stolas’ thigh like it was the last thing she would ever do. The flex of muscles beneath Stolas’ cunt as she rolled her hips into it was hot, her talons gripping Blitzø’s waist in a hold to rival Blitzø’s own on Stolas’ hips.

Their mouths moved together in less of a kiss and more of a series of gasping breaths and desperate licks, their focus falling to the way their hips moved against the other as they both chased their own release. Eyes half-lidded and jaw slack, Stolas watched Blitzø’s matching blissed-out expression as the heat between her legs built, her own heavy breaths and the slick sounds of their bodies moving together filling her senses. She shifted, spreading her legs more, bringing her even closer to Blitzø at an angle that hit everything just right, back arching as she chased that feeling until her cunt was pulsing and her head was swimming with pleasure.

“Fuck,” Blitzø breathed, pressing her forehead against Stolas’ chest as her hips snap against her. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come — Satan-fuckin’ — Fuckfuckfuck, Stolas —”

Her words cut off as her teeth sank into the swell of Stolas’ breast, the owl crying out and tugging at the base of Blitzø’s tail in response. Stolas brought her arms around Blitzø as she tensed, riding out her orgasm with short, slow thrusts and coating Stolas’ feathers with her own mess.

After a few long moments of silence, after they both managed to catch their breath, Stolas murmured,“I think I quite like spin the bottle.” Blitzø snickered, burying her face in Stolas’ chest again to laugh, as her own arms slowly circled the owl’s waist.

“Yeah, birdy, we should play again sometime,” she said, muffled by the feathery tits she was comfortably snuggled into. Stolas chirped, nipping at one of Blitzø’s horns, excitement and arousal already licking across her nerves at the mere suggestion. Blitzø chuckled again, feeling the way Stolas squirmed against her. “Alright, gimme a minute, my legs are fuckin’ sore. Bet we could find some more creative ways to use that bottle, too.”

If this was a ‘traditional’ sleepover, Stolas was going to suggest them much more often.

Notes:

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