azure/zb busty!fem!john/rose boobs/sexytimes/cuddles/fluff

zoosmellbooblord: magic 101 with joan egbert.
azureangelic: the master of vanishing anything equal or less in size to a hand and not of an uncomfortable temperature or consistency
zoosmellbooblord: she tried vanishing a popsicle once.
zoosmellbooblord: that was awkward.
zoosmellbooblord: and unnecessarily sticky.
azureangelic: im just picturing her bursting into rose's room in a tight, slightly color-stained t-shirt, both arms wrapped around her chest, shaking and jiggling a little and making incredibly distressed noises as rose just glances up at her and sighs all-too-knowingly

zoosmellbooblord: "aghaha"
zoosmellbooblord: "I know, Joan."
zoosmellbooblord: "aaah!?"
zoosmellbooblord: "I'm still wondering why you did that."
zoosmellbooblord: "aaaaaaaaaaaah!"
zoosmellbooblord: "Calm down, we'll get you cleaned up."

azureangelic: it isnt like sponging off her partners remarkable bust is really something rose minds doing, obviously, but she still has to give joan an incredulous look once she's gotten the busty heir out of her top, and gently spreading her chilly chest causes a popsicle stick and a small, almost fully-melted sugary blob to fall from her cleavage and dribble down her tummy a little

zoosmellbooblord: "Explain."
zoosmellbooblord: "i was going to send you one of those sexy pictures."
zoosmellbooblord: "Oh?"
zoosmellbooblord: "yeah, like. a really suggestive picture of a popsicle between my boobs?"
zoosmellbooblord: "I appreciate the thought, but how did you think it was going to feel?"
zoosmellbooblord: "i thought i was prepared. i was so, so wrong."

azureangelic: even if the circumstances of the failed selfie were remarkably uncomfortable and embarassing, its kind of hard for joan to be entirely resentful toward a series of actions that end in her girlfriend doting over her bare torso with a warm, damp sponge
azureangelic: dutifully wiping away the cold colorful mess on her stomach and using one hand to heft as much boob as it could lift whilst the other ran the soothing sponge between the heavy masses and over their sensitive surfaces
azureangelic: hearing the way her moans and whimpers of cold, stingy discomfort gave way to muffled murmurs and hums of happiness as the top-heavy lady's expansive breasts wetly slid and glistened with warm dampness was honestly a much more entertaining way to spend an evening to rose than curling up in bed under a pile of blankets and sleeping over a book

zoosmellbooblord: had joan been a little more clear-headed, she probably would have gone with faking that she had completely meant to do this and any insinuation to otherwise is a big, fat lie. in retrospect, she probably should have gone with that. feeling her hefty mounds being shifted and gently caressed by the damp towel and rose's soft hands is definitely not something she feels inclined to complain about, though
zoosmellbooblord: when rose raises an eyebrow at a particularly suggestive little noise that comes up from the back of joan's throat, she clears her throat and does her best to avoid eye contact. not that she does much in the way of focusing on anything when rose not-so-stealthily tweaks a plump nipple through the fabric of the towel. calling her out on it does nothing but illicit a casual dismissal. rose has no idea what joan is talking about.
zoosmellbooblord: now, if she'd stop squirming and jiggling everywhere, there is a particular sticky spot in the sensitive crease of joan's massive underboob that rose has to work at.

azureangelic: theres really not a whole joan can do but groan and lean her head back, lying on her back as rose dutifully digs around beneath her enormous bust with the damp sponge and towel to clean off every last drop of stickiness, making no real effort to mask the fact that shes pressing her hand atop her partners hefty boob and rubbing at the wet nipple with her thumb as she lifts the wobbly mass and generously squeezes water on its underside
azureangelic: both of rose's hands are soaking wet but thankfully warm, meaning even when she makes a halfhearted attempt to dry off joans bosom shes only re-wetting it with her unfocused grasping, and as she presses one hand flat against the space between her tits and rubs deep circles in the splayed, soft spheres with the other it just gets harder and harder for joan to not arc her back and press more into rose's expert handling of her exposed, thankfully-warm chest

zoosmellbooblord: it's when rose decides to take things a step further by running a nail lightly over the stiffened tip of joan's nipple that she actually gets a quick gasp out of her. a sharp inhalation and a pronounced arching of her back following by joan slapping her hands over her mouth and glaring about as menacingly as a puppy at rose for that.
zoosmellbooblord: satisfied with her work at cleaning the expanse of joan's warm and plush masses, rose lowers herself to rest a cheek on one and smile at joan. that glare soften pretty quickly when rose hums and nuzzles one of the headsized globes, gently pressing her cheek into it while her other hands cups the underside of it's partner.
zoosmellbooblord: she comments on how they feel clean now, but for some reason she doesn't feel any real inclination to stop touching them now. it must be some sort of magical devilry on joan's part. her innate charisma is almost magnetic and it must be centered on the two largest masses on joan's body. it's the only explanation, obviously.
zoosmellbooblord: before joan can even protest, rose turns and kisses the fleshy pillow she's laid her head on, leaving a light stain of very dark purple lipstick. she turns enough to look joan in the eyes when she asks when the last time she'd examined herself for lumps was? a god she may be, but if cancer can infect universes, who's to say it can't infect the immortal?

azureangelic: considering rose is basically lying atop her, joan isnt in any particular position to argue, but shes just such a sublime pillow that the only thing keeping rose from napping atop her warm bosom is the thrill of forcing more intriguing noises out of the top-heavy heir, and she essentially had joan perhaps literally in the palm of her hand the moment she laid lips on that soft, plush expanse of flesh
azureangelic: wrapping both arms around her midriff, she simply snuggled closer in her partner's cleavage, alternating between murmuring softly into the wide breasts filling her vision, planting delicate yet firm kisses on each to leave them visibly marked with her trademark violent, or pushing herself up a bit further atop the taller girl's frame to slowly, methodically lean down and tease the tip of her definitely firmer nipples with her tongue, running it over the smooth nubs before sliding back to the middle of joans chest for more teasing smooches and nuzzles
azureangelic: all the while drinking in the absolutely divine sounds bubbling up from the flustered, shirtless girl's throat in response to the loving attention on her slightly splayed boobs

zoosmellbooblord: joan was never a bastion of willpower and that's all the more apparent as she very easily gives into the urging rose is giving her. light moans, huffs and sighs that rumble in her ribcage and cause a minute vibration that rose can feel through contact with the skin at the center of the much chestier girl's sternum. gasping breaths that aren't exhaled until rose presses on the nub of either mound, like a pressure release button. and as it is let out, it's a slightly rumbling sort of groan that is clipped off into a hiss when joan shuts her teeth around it at the coaxing rose's tongue gives to her collar bone.
zoosmellbooblord: a particular rough kiss is going to leave a bruise on the inside of joan's breasts, but rose has fun hiding it and revealing it again as she massages the outsides of the sensitive masses and presses them against each other. when rose gently slides one hand down to the hem of her partner's buttoned shorts it actually causes her to squeak as the shorter girl's fingers ghost over her belly button.

azureangelic: its hard, having to give up her spot nestled atop joan's bosom, head between her chest and being warmly pressed against either heavy boob, but as both the innumerable lipstick marks and the noises from the girl attached build up rose eventually slides off of the other girl slightly, her hand trailing further down and gingerly slipping into the other girls slightly damp panties and her legs wrapping around one of joans thighs to spread them slightly
azureangelic: of course, just because shes multitasking further down doesnt mean shes going to ease up on those plush, sensitive mounds, and a strangled moan escapes the red-faced, buxom lady when her shorter girlfriend's plump lips wrap around her already well-teased nipple, rose holding the firm nub in her mouth and teasing the accompanying areolae with her teeth, tugging gently and suckling and working on the epicenter of the kiss-covered mound whilst still managing to run her fingers along joan's wet entrance and drive her into a breathless frenzy

zoosmellbooblord: achievement unlocked: breathless heir.
azureangelic: shit i keep forgetting she can do that
azureangelic: hussie stop giving your character superpowers that nullifies sexual descriptors
zoosmellbooblord: nah, it just makes it that much more impressive.
azureangelic: true

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zoosmellbooblord: joan arching her back slightly, rose on top of her sucking on her nipple and tugging up just enough to make the heavy chest mound sort of pull up with her and distend while her hand is sort of sunk in and squished into the other large boob.

azureangelic: maybe both of them on the edge of the bed with joans head lolling off it slightly as rose half-straddles her waist, wraps her free arm around her partners upper torso for support and lovingly works away at the squishy mound and stiff nipple, the entire boob wobbling and jiggling with every motion up and down and squishing everywhere
zoosmellbooblord: yes, i like this idea.

zoosmellbooblord: also, rose: "sleep with me so i can put my freezing feet on you and probably take all of the covers and use you as a pillow"
azureangelic: to be fair joan is at least three pillows worth
azureangelic: its hard to resist that sort of temptation
zoosmellbooblord: sometimes she just sleeps on top of her.

azureangelic: rose lying on her side with head on joan's tummy, rose and joan lying side by side with rose's head nestled beneath her chest, rose just lying on top of joan and wrapping her limbs around the taller girl in her sleep as she snuggles to to the soft, warm, plush inner boob and dozes to joans heartbeat

zoosmellbooblord: joan would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy being a pillow.
azureangelic: rose is just the perfect height to be snuggled into joans chest and something about having her peacefully, silently napping against her torso is just heartmeltingly adorable and serene

azureangelic: also it means joan can reprociate some of the boobsquishing
zoosmellbooblord: sometimes, when they're watching a movie, joan will randomly smoosh rose's much smaller boobs.
zoosmellbooblord: they are still nice, don't worry rose.

azureangelic: for all the attention rose slathers onto joans much more heavy and hefty bosom she has a tendency to practically bubble with pleasure whenever her own handfuls of boob are the center of attention
zoosmellbooblord: and joan has no problem whatsoever with giving said attention.

azureangelic: if anything, the sort of sensations she can elicit from rose by cascading warm, soft winds over her bare body, breezing over her pert breasts and thighs and teasing at her more sensitive spots, is something that not even rose's mouthwork can fully match
azureangelic: though not even joan is a cruel enough tease to keep rose without physical affection for too long afterwards~