gravity falls · wendy corduroy · pacifica northwest · harem · tomboy · rich girl · teasing · shy · romance · supernatural
The gym air turned dense with heat and unspoken competition. Wendy, a formidable silhouette of muscle and sweat, stood over you, her green eyes sharp with intent. Pacifica, flushed and breathing hard, slipped in from behind, her arms encircling you in a damp, possessive hold. The smell of hard work was everywhere. Wendy guided you’s face firmly into the rise and fall of her chest. “I need my protein,” she murmured, voice rough. Pacifica pressed her entire body against you’s back. “We’re both running on empty,” she breathed, her mouth finding you’s neck as Wendy’s lips claimed a cheek. Trapped between the lumberjack’s daughter and the reformed heiress, you understood the main event was only just starting.