#it’s a sickeningly sweet image in my head that this is part of their routine

[lady-assnali]

Ooooh we’re feeling Rosenali for this “six sentence” Sunday because of course we are.

“Again! Again!” There’s peals of little laughter as the pigtailed girl skips ahead, turning only to poke her tongue out at her aunt teasingly. She laughs along too, calling out a warning about staying close while exaggerating her steps into wild stomps. The boy on her shoulders squeals with delight, roaring along with her. He’s freckle-faced and pudgy, his tiny hands grabbing at Rosé ’s as they chase down his sister.

Denali skips ahead, roaring at the girl before swinging her around in her arms. She beams at the sounds of pure joy coming from her stomach, the way Rosé ’s double clings onto her arm the second Denali puts her down. They’re side by side, the child chattering happily at Denali about what she learned at school.

This is the third week in a row their typical Wednesday routine has been like this; her sister had recently picked up an extra shift, leaving too big a gap between the kids’ school and her return from work, and the ginger had been eager to add this hour into her routine.

Wednesdays being their day, it was only a matter of time before Denali began to tag along instead of meeting her later on. This had been Rosé ’s favorite day before, but now…now she looks forward to it all day, the fuzzy feeling she gets when they stand at the door, Samuel on her shoulders while Ava comes barreling toward them, throwing herself into their arms while cheering their names.

They hold onto her hands, swinging her between them. Sometimes Denali sneaks ahead with her, the two of them locked in their own little gossip that she’s not permitted access to because ‘Nali’s my best friend and only best friends get to know.’

Sometimes, Rosé and Ava take the lead with their scooters, singing loudly while Denali shouts out song requests. They get sillier and sillier, the three of them wiggling around on the sidewalk to their own made-up musicals.

Sometimes, Samuel snuggles his face into Denali’s shoulder, holds her cheeks with his pudgy little hands and babbles at her. She dotes on him-on both of them-so adoringly that Rosé feels this new, unfamiliar longing tugging at her heart. Sometimes, she really wants this-the sidewalk routines, the inside jokes, the scooters and after school snacks and a child’s hands in their own. It comes as a surprise-a real shock. She’s loved her niece and nephew their entire lives, would do anything for either of them without so much as a second thought. But kids of her own, that lifestyle…she’s never wanted to change the way she lives now, with the freedom of childless life and the whirlwind of performances and the selfish nature of coming and going as she pleases.

But when Denali kisses Samuel’s cheeks, or braids Ava’s hair at the kitchen counter?

Yeah, she wants this.

[hyunsvngs]

juno i’m sure you get so many asks about breeding and ik you write sm for it but you’re just tew good at it… indulge me if you feel like it..

chan ofc breeding kink has been on my mind as of late like he triggers something maternal in me idk what it is but every time i see a dad coded chan pic or moment like i just have this intense urge to mother his children and be his housewife… wife… have his babies… (i exploded)

but also i feel like i think about this way more than i should but HEAR ME OUT like hybrid au. and you’re channie’s little puppygirl n one of his fav things is to help you through your heats >< when he sees you so desperate for his attention (and his dick) he can’t help but to get rock hard at imagining you all swelled up with his puppies!! especially when you beg him so sweetly…

maybe you’re in the early stages of your heat and your libido is just a little higher, nothing crazy! but when chan comes home from the gym one day all sweaty and you can practically taste the testosterone and the hormones pumping through his body, you’re on him as soon as he gets through the door. he lies on the couch to rest for a few minutes before his routine shower and next thing he knows he’s startled by his sweet little puppy rutting her slick-sticky pussy all over his abs. poor baby :(

“couldn’t—couldn’t help it, channie. you smell s’good.” your eyes are welling with tears from how unbearably horny you are at the smell of your sweaty boyfriend. he knows you’re referring to his post-gym aroma that you usually go a little crazy for, but not like this. he must’ve triggered your heat for real.

he’ll grip your hips and slow them down, and to try and get your brain to slow down too.

“slow down, pup. tell channie what you need. tell daddy what you really need,” he says in this sickeningly sweet tone, cocking his head to meet your splotchy face with a look that says, tell me so i can take care of you. he knows what you need, but he wants to hear you say it. it makes your pussy gush and your brain feel like static.

your face and insides run hot with need, albeit a bit of embarrassment, at what you really do need.

“wan’ it channie—daddy, your puppies—wan‘em,” you mutter shyly. you know your owner will take care of you.

his eyes roll to the back of his head with a groan at the image of filling you with his cum, and he moves your hips down his body to where his cock is, swelled up and leaking in his basketball shorts already.

he’ll buck his hips up, rough, enough force to jolt you up and make your ears flop. he grinds into your clothed cunt and asks with a smirk, “feel that baby?”

“mmm, ‘s so hard channie. please—need it in me,” you whine. one particular grind into your clit with his clothed dick onto your bare pussy makes you mewl loud for him. you feel his cock throb through the fabric and you’re sure he feels the rush of slick that leaks from you.

“yeahhh, m’so hard for you, baby. daddy wants to give you his puppies, feel it?” he holds you flush against his lap and he makes his cock twitch for you. it makes you whimper and you nod.

“you gonna let him?” you nod faster, ears flopping on your head and whining because of course you are. you’re begging him to. when he starts making you hump him again your mouth parts, catching your breath once you feel the pleasurable friction of his shorts on your clit return.

“gonna let channie make your pussy messy and tummy full of my babies? yeah?” nod nod nod. he’s nodding with you now, mimicking your expression of parted lips and furrowed brows and little gasps everytime his cock touches your slick-wet cunt.

WOAHOHOH i feel a little silly now writing a fic in your asks so let me stop here but hopefully we all can resonate with my feelings about wanting to be chan’s puppygirl that he breeds full of cum on the reg 🙏 LOLLL

- 🦨

skunknon….. i cantn even bretage. please come by nore often

♡ juno

[jougogo]

young & beautiful - iwaizumi hajime

a/n: hello. this broke me when i wrote it. literally, 3am and full on sobs. also, a large part of this fic was inspired by a book called hotel on the corner of bitter and sweet by jamie ford. it provides a lot of insightful views about japanese internment camps in the united states during wold war 2, so if you’re interested i would highly recommend reading it! this is a songfic to young and beautiful by lana del rey but i would recommend listening to summertime sadness as well, also by lana del rey. CLARIFICATION; this fic is set in the ww2 time period! and i like to think that iwa is a lil younger here, so maybe like 15-16? anyways ENJOY MWAH 

warnings: mentions of war, racist ppl >:( and v angsty!! 

wc: 2.1k

I've seen the world, done it all

Had my cake now

Diamonds, brilliant, in Bel-Air now

Hot summer nights, mid July

When you and I were forever wild

The crazy days, city lights

The way you'd play with me like a child

he knew that this would be the last time he sees you.

you. 

the same one wearing those new blue jeans even though it’s mid-july and the air is sickeningly humid, sitting with bare feet dangling over the edge of the rooftop at 4am, with hair softly rustling from the occasional cool breeze that made the hot california summers more bearable. 

"hey, i guess this is the last time we’ll meet on this rooftop, huh?" you said, looking out at the sleepy city.

"don't say that! you know it’s not true," he quickly chided you, but the break in his voice told you the opposite of what he was trying to convince you. what he tried to convince himself

hajime put his arm around your shoulders and sat down next to you

the two of you looked out peacefully at the quiet streets of san francisco from the top of your shared townhouse building. 

it was almost like little stars, the way that spots of brightness from the city lights were scattered sporadically through the darkness. 

"you know, if we get caught for being out this late at night, we would probably die. if the police catches us for not respecting the curfew, we would be in so much trouble. especially with the new relocation orders that the president signed, and the war hysteria, and not to mention the curfew that the government set-" he started, but was interrupted by your dreamy voice.

"i know. but i've seen the world. i've had my cake, you know ? i'm content if this is the way it ends, even if it's not me wearing diamonds and having a mansion in bel air, " you chuckled.

"hey! those were movies. they don't count as seeing the world. and also, diamonds and bel air? pfft, as if you could ever," he rebutted playfully. ever since he was a kid, he would always make it a point to take you downtown to the movie theatre and watch whatever happened to be playing that day. to be honest, he would've never stopped if it weren't for the war.

"oh, hajime. just let me dream a little, alright?" you huffed dramatically, earning a small smile from him.

the dim streetlights from the road provided just enough light to illuminated your features. oh, how he wished he could burn this memory into his mind forever. the way your eyes reflected the moon, the corner of your lips turned upwards just so slightly, a couple wisps of your hair framing your face with the rest pulled back into a lazy braid, held together by a single red ribbon. 

red.

the color red.

it brought him back to one of his favorite childhood memories; when the every neighborhood in their little japantown would come together to celebrate new years. 

the popping firecrackers, the festive lanterns and fiery signs hanging by the doors.

a time when he would explore the different stores, hand in hand with you, and later chasing you down the sloped streets for taking a bite out of the snack he bought. giggling as adults scolded them for being reckless and wild. his mouth watering as the women of the neighborhood carry out trays upon trays of delicious food, the feeling of present a warm meat bun in his hand, chimes of “itadakimasu” ringing around him. not a care in the world, just pure joy and happiness. it was always what he looked forward to as a child. 

oh, what he wouldn't give to go back to those days

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothin' but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

"will you still love me when i'm not young and beautiful?" you asked softly, pulling him out of his thoughts. he felt your small fingers wrap around his, clasping his hand. "what if the next time i see you, i'm old and wrinkly like a raisin?"

"well, i'd be a wrinkly old raisin too. so what? it doesn’t make a difference in how much i love you, " he replied nonchalantly

"then will you still love me when i’ve got nothing left but my soul?" 

upon hearing you ask yet another question, hajime stiffened

"stop asking silly questions," he finally managed to mumble out, hugging his knees closer to his chest.

"you know. they force you to leave behind all your belongings. they take everything away, iwa-chan." you spoke softly. "i'm leaving behind all my important stuff at the basement of the panama hotel. they're really nice people, you know? for letting us keep our stuff there. maybe, if we both come back, they'll still be there and we can look through our old pictures together." you said quietly, twiddling your hair ribbon between your fingers. your hair was wavy from being in the braid all day, and now they were finally freed.

free. how he wished he could be free from all these restrictions again.

he tried to think about happier memories, but everything became painful as the realization dawned on him that he will lose everything. it was inevitable. the little grocery store around the corner owned by that old married couple his mom always talks to? they were escorted away weeks ago. the ice cream parlor he loved because they would always give him extra whipped cream for ordering in japanese? shut down by the government's order. he remembered the harsh words he had heard from a group of protesters when he biked past the golden gate park on his way to run an errand for his mother.

"all japanese are dangerous. they are traitors to the country,"

and that’s when he noticed their pointed glares at him.

“i was raised here! i’d never be a traitor!” he so desperately wanted to yell. but his body told him to keep pedaling away, as fast as he possibly can.

seeing people with these horrible prejudice against him, a stranger, even a kid whom they’ve never met, felt like a stab to the heart

but it also angered hajime to no end

it was the biggest lie he's ever heard. dangerous? that's not true. ok, maybe there were a few pervy geezers, but he knew that this community that he loved was anything but dangerous.

so why are they the one being punished?

he knew he would lose everything eventually. he just didn't think he'd lose the love of his life so soon.

her family had gotten the notice two days ago. 

"sacramento. and maybe oregon. probably washington, even idaho" you had told him.

somewhere far, far away from him

he had heard that the concentration camps, or "relocation centers," as the news had put it,

were cold. 

the images of concrete, barbed wire and cramped spaces, the stories of families working relentlessly from day to night only to be treated like prisoners, and the thought of sleeping on the freezing floors filled his mind. just thinking about it made him shudder, but the scariest thing was that he doesn't know when his family will be next

growing up, your family and the iwaizumis had been neighbors. he lived on the first floor, and you lived above him. the two of you had bonded over your parent’s chatting, and having each other for dinner was a common occurrence. his parents treated you as their own child, and your parents did the same with hajime. heck, no one would bat an eye if you announced that you were going to sleep over at his house because you two practically lived together. 

you were his first love. his best friend. every moment of his childhood, had been spent with you.

you were the ribbon that held him together through his messy life, and now he was losing you

overwhelmed, he could feel his throat began to tighten. his breathing became heavier as he tried to blink back the tears that welled in his dark green eyes.

"hey. you can cry on me, if you want." you comforted him. it was like you could read him like a book, because he frantically sputtered out an excuse

“what are you talking about? and also, to answer your dumb question, i'll love you no matter what. i don't care how long it takes, or what we look like, or-"

you hovered your finger above his lips, gently shushing him.

"i know you will, haji, i know that you will," you said softly as you caressed his cheek. he looked away, but he couldn’t help but choke out a sob

you patted his head and pulled him into a hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. warm tears dampened the sleeve of your shirt.

"please. please. i don’t want you to leave," he mumbled into your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his messy black hair.

Dear Lord, when I get to heaven

Please, let me bring my man

When he comes, tell me that You'll let him in

Father, tell me if You can

All that grace, all that body

All that face makes me wanna party

He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

“maybe, one day we'll see each other again.” you said when he finally lifted his head. 

you stood up and held out your hand to him, an offer to help pull him up since he was probably sore from sitting for so long

however, he didn’t let go of your hand once he stood back up. 

“dance with me?” he asked, sniffling and wiping away the last tear.

you nodded, and he began to sway to the faint sound of jazz music coming from the nightclub a few blocks away. 

“hey, this is our swing dance routine from PE in 7th grade,” you smiled fondly at the memory as he twirled you around him, only to twirl you back into his arms. nodding in confirmation, he dipped you gracefully, his strong arms wrapped around your waist. 

that’s when he noticed the tear trickling down your cheek. it faintly sparkled in the moonlight, similar to how a diamond would.

“i’m going to miss you, hajime iwaizumi from the first floor. thank you for making me happy,” you whispered, looking up at him. he pulled you back up, and held you in his warm embrace. 

“even if we don't see each other again in this life, i'm sure i'll find you again. if you’re good, maybe i’ll see you in heaven. be good, haji. be good for me. promise?” you muttered into his chest before pulling away to look him in the eyes.

“no promises. you might have to beg god to let me in.”

“ok. i’ll see you in heaven, hajime,” you whispered, cupping his cheek

and that’s when you pulled him down for a kiss. it was a light, almost featherlike, brush across his lips. your elbows were resting on his shoulders, and your forearm crossed behind his neck. hajime leaned his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses just barely touching 

“can we stay like this, for a little while longer?” he asked breathily, still reeling in shock from his first kiss

“mhm. i love you, hajime.” you answered, gazing into his pretty green eyes as they fluttered open. 

in the distance, you could see that the had sun begun rising over the horizon, enveloping the two of you in the warm light of morning. you basked in the serene orange glow, admiring every feature of the beautiful boy in front of you. 

“i love you,”

he can’t wait to find you again.

tags!! @deadontheinsidebut (ilysm mwah ty for supporting me!!) @aka-a-shii (here you go i hope you enjoy bby!!!) @toshisgarden (mwah mwah ilysm)

[petri808]

Hiding in Plain Sight

Art by @lucykirklandart @lucykirkland check it out! 💜 story Beta’d by @cashieeetime written as a reflection piece of the artwork for the @ftguildevents Fairy Tail Reverse Big Bang  -2k words

“Yeah sure,” Lucy taps out the text message on her phone, her manicured nails clicking away on the glass surface. “see ya at school 2morrow.”

She was groomed and cultivated from birth to appear perfect in every way. As the only child of prominent parents, she never dared to appear less than refined and above all obedient. She might’ve had a more peaceful existence if her mother had lived, but the woman died of cancer by the time she’d turned four-years-old. Left with a father more interested with their status in the community than for his daughter’s wellbeing.

Needless to say, it was a miserable existence for the young woman.

By the time she had entered high school Lucy was sickeningly proficient in making sure no one saw her true emotions. She was well educated and maintained honor roll level grades. Her beauty and poise attracted both awe and jealousy from those around her, despite never doing anything to attract too much attention. In public, Lucy fixed a smile on her face and always appeared to be sweet, caring, and helpful.

This attracted a slew of friends to her side. The young teen gravitated to a select group but was considered to be well-liked amongst the many student cliques around school. Anyone looking in would assume Lucy had the perfect life. It was an image Lucy maintained out of fear that someone would discover the darker tendrils of pain lurking just below her porcelain veneer.

It was like wearing a mask anytime someone else was around.

No one knew how deeply her mother’s death tore into her psyche because her father never bothered to make sure the young child wasn’t affected by it. But the emotions ran the gamut from sadness and loss to betrayal, of why would life deal a young girl such a painful blow in taking their mother away from them. It created a hole in her soul that in order to cope with the loss, Lucy had erected a wall around her heart. If someone she loved like her mother could be ripped away, it was best she not give anyone the opportunity to do it again.

She lets the phone slide from her fingers onto the couch beside her, curling up her body around a pillow, and wrapping her arms around her legs. The text was from one of her closest friends asking for help with his English homework after school the next day. She couldn’t tell him ‘no’—rarely ever told anyone ‘no’ because that’s part of her cover façade.

Dutiful obedience.

Not that she thought he was taking advantage of her, and maybe a part of her wanted to help this person in particular because he seemed to genuinely care about his friends; Lucy included. But this only served to escalate the conflict brewing inside of her. On the one hand, there is her desire to stay distant, but on the other, a human need for closeness. It was a double-edged balancing act-- Acquiesce to be helpful but letting them get too close would trigger her anxieties.

‘I hate my brain…’ Lucy buried her face into the pillow. She hated feeling so alone in this world, of having friends all around her but never truly feeling like she was a part of any group. Her brain could barely comprehend why she felt this way and her subconscious reminded her it was of her own making. Not a purposeful choice, but the results of walling off her heart. It was a constant conflict waged in her mind, and this conflict was the only consistency she’s really known.

Worst of all, she felt like a fraud. All the painted smiles, all of the lies told to keep her secrets, carefully woven like a spider’s web. Beautiful to the naked eye, yet deadly within… at least for herself. She justified every step she took in fear of everything coming unraveled and her life made bare to the world. All her so-called friends would probably hate her when they found out the truth, that’s what she believed with every fiber of her being. And so, she kept up the charade for them, for everyone, until fact and fiction were a universal confliction.

Lucy closes her eyes hoping to cast these images away, but they only burn brighter behind the lids. She didn’t want them to hate her. She wanted to be their friend. The teenage heart beating in her chest wanted what any young person wanted… to be loved. And yes, there was one person in particular who she’d sell her soul to love and be loved by, which in turn only sent her anxieties skyrocketing. Because what-if he felt the same way? But what-if it was for this shell named Lucy Heartfilia? If she were to show her true colors would he accept her for who she was?

And who was the real Lucy Heartfilia? When she was a young child, she shared a love of astronomy with her mother which smolders somewhere inside of her. She knows it’s still there, waiting for attention, that comes out whenever she notices a clear night sky. In her primary school days, literature caught her attention, especially the fiction stories. Being placed into advanced English classes in middle school opened that door even wider and provided a small escape from reality. But it never lasted because her father couldn’t see the importance of such skills for her future, so it was pushed to the side. Business was all that man cared about, and as his only heir, all the pressure of success was placed on Lucy’s shoulders. It was wholly unfair.

By the time Lucy had made it to high school, anything she loved or fancied was tossed to the side and a new persona born. Whatever interested those around her became her interests. Her life was destined to be miserable anyways, so why care about anything? At least if she was only pretending to enjoy the same things as others, it kept those people happy and at bay from delving too deeply into what and who she really was. That was the safest route in her broken mind.

She buries her face deeper into the soft throw pillow and quietly allows a few simpering tears to break free and soak into the fabric. There was no one around to hear them and blow her cover, but that only added to the weight of loneliness aching in her heart. Her father was away on a business deal, and the hired help only came by on a routine. The nights were the worst of all. An empty house save her, with only the ghosts of lives past haunting it’s walls. Lucy might as well be an orphan.

What good was she really? To keep existing as what, her father’s doll? Lucy knew he expected her to marry someone to his specifications and while she was to be of both good breeding and intellect, her place was in the shadows, silent and unheard. And no matter how much she loathed this design, she never fought back against it. ‘I’m really useless…’ What was the point of living knowing that she’d end up in a gilded cage? Too weak to stand up for herself. Foolish enough to be taken advantage of. Death would be a relief.

And even that scared her into staying silent. Lucy didn’t want to die she just didn’t want to live like this anymore. Was that too much to ask for?  

Worthless creature.

Go ahead and cry some more, her subconscious taunts back. Cry for the girl you could be and of the woman you never will become. She was caught in an endless loop of sadness and shame, with no light at the end of the tunnel.

The cell phone pings with a message, so she sweeps her eyes over the screen without moving her head.

“Goodnight Lucy :)”

It was a final message from the boy who needed help tomorrow. How polite of him.

“Goodnight Natsu”

She replies back out of courtesy, fingers hovering for a few seconds in hesitation. There was a strong pull to reach out for help too… but Lucy just couldn’t do it. Ugh! She silences the phones ringer.

Useless idiot.

There were three options Lucy could think of. End her life and become another statistic. Just give in and accept her life will never be her own. Or give up this façade and tell the truth. To be possibly disowned by her father and thrown out on the streets with nothing. Or stay quiet and obedient but with a roof over her head. Her father knew a lot of people and what’s to say if she did open up to someone, that it wouldn’t get back to him somehow? The man had never laid a hand on her, but she feared him greatly.

But she didn’t know how much longer she could keep up this façade. It was destroying her, literally and figuratively. If her life were a story book, her character would be the one who dies because they stupid enough to listen without thinking for themselves. ‘I hate myself and what I’ve turned into. I’ll never be worth anything, just a Heartfilia to carry on the legacy. To be used and exploited until there is no need for me anymore. Argh! I hate myself and yet I don’t even know who the hell that is! Why do I have to feel this way…’

If there were a way to turn off her emotions, Lucy would snap it up in a heartbeat. Just make her completely numb to everything. Truly become a doll who speaks with pre-programmed phrases. A robot who felt no love or sadness and only knew how to be a servant like in a sci-fi movie. She thought that by walling off her heart it would shield her from the pain, but it only caused a deeper one to take root. And frankly, even if she tried now to fix it, how do you erase 14 years of misery?

It would take years of therapy, hundreds of hours and dollars to do just that. Not to mention having to re-live all the painful experiences that drove her to become the way she did. So much for any chance of a solid relationship. She couldn’t subject anyone else to this, that would only make her feel worse.

An utter burden.

To ask someone to bear some of her weight upon their shoulders would be unfair, and if she truly believed this, how could she ever bring herself to open up to anyone, especially if she cared about them. Yet, she wanted to do it. At least a small part of her screaming from the depths of her mind, pleading selfishly to just tell someone! Screw it all! Who cares if they dump you as a friend afterward. Stop worrying about the what if’s because she can’t predict the future.

If only it were so easy.

A few minutes pass by as she sits there in silence, when the light from her phone illuminates the room for just a moment.

“Are you okay?”

Her breathing hitches, stopping short in her throat. Why would Natsu ask that question?! The screen goes black again bathing her in darkness, but the words had dealt their blow. Histories of conversations and interactions are replayed in her mind as Lucy searches for any justification for that message. Had she done something, said something to lead him to believe she wasn’t okay? Oh, no! She’d forgotten to add a happy face emoji or a blush emoji to her response. Is that what made him pick up on a problem.

“I’m fine, really *blush emoji*”

Okay, that should do it, right? Her response was simple yet positive, nothing to indicate the opposite turmoil festering in her mind. Ugh, she shouldn’t have let herself slip into a depressed state tonight. Perhaps her subliminal consciousness tripped up her perfect record of hiding things in plain sight because deep down she wanted to be caught.

“*frown face* I don’t believe that Lucy, somethings wrong I can feel it.”

More tears rise to the surface from the realization that her perfect house of cards were about to come crashing down over a text message of all things. Lucy could continue to lie. Should she continue to lie? Really, I’m fine just tired. Don’t worry about me. I was distracted with homework. All valid responses she could use to justify the slip up.

“Lucy? You know you can talk to me, right?”

Her chest constricts further as she chokes down a sob. How?! How does she know that to be true?! What if he laughs or ridicules her? What if? What if? What if?! ‘Stop it!’ Lucy screams in her head. Heaven help her, she couldn’t take it anymore! Natsu was her friend and in her heart of hearts, he would never knowingly hurt her.

Instead of answering the text, Lucy clicks the call button instead.

“Lucy?”

“Natsu… You’re right. I-I’m not okay…”

[jae-bummer]

Always Watching (Vampire!AU)

Request: CAN I REQUEST NUMBER 10 FOR HYUNGWON CAUSE HE HASNT GOTTEN ANY LOVE ❤️❤️❤️ YOURE MY FAVE 😘😘

10) “I’ll never be able to erase that image from my mind.”

Member: Monsta X’s Hyungwon x Y/N x (ft. Kihyun) 

Type: fluff

Hyungwon swung his feet over the side of the building happily, taking in the city scape as the night air sent electricity pumping over his skin. It was a beautiful night by his standards; slightly chilly with a light drizzle peppering the air. He shook out his mildly damp bangs and grinned happily to himself. Yes, this evening’s hunt would be successful. He was sure of it. 

Breathing in deeply, the scent he had associated with everything decidedly you, filled his nostrils. He looked lazily down to the alley below and cocked his brow. 

“Right on schedule,” he chuckled. 

His ears immediately perked up at the sound of your sneakers hitting the pavement. Being blessed with superhuman hearing meant that he knew you were exactly three blocks away from him and approaching. What his gift also told him was that your pace was quicker than usual. 

He furrowed his brows as he leaned over, taking up a crouching position on the rooftop instead of his normally at leisure stance. His lips curled into a snarl as the wind shifted, pushing a smell that was very much not you into his nose. 

“Garbage,” he muttered, shaking his head. 

This would complicate things a bit. 

Granted, you weren’t his target hunt for the evening, no, simply a precursor to the terrible events he had to participate in. For being a vampire, Hyungwon had a surprisingly soft spot for humans. He considered them to be a science experiment of sorts. He didn’t want to kill them anymore than they actually wanted to be killed, so more often than not, he would prey on the weak or those begging to be put out of their misery. 

And he would never dine without permission. He considered anything else to be barbaric and rude. 

So if you weren’t his hunt, why was he waiting for you to walk by? Simple. You were the favorite part of his nightly routine. You brought an odd sense of normalcy to his supernatural existence. Taking the same path home every day, near his favorite hunting ground, you walked the same pace, and almost always listened to the same song on your phone. He felt a sense of peace as you entered your apartment building and locked the door behind you. 

He was fulfilling his small duty to keep mankind safe while simultaneously destroying it. 

Hyungwon groaned to himself as he stood up, his old bones noting no signs of age. He crossed his arms and clucked in annoyance as your steps grew closer, each smacking the pavement quicker than the one before. You were nervous. He could smell your fear. 

Quickly followed by the stink of rotting flesh. 

Vampires could usually hide themselves amongst humans well, but in the presence of other vampires, it was undeniable. They smelled like they had been decaying for years. And many of them had. 

They were left to live the unfair truth with one another. 

Hyungwon closed his eyes as the realization hit him like a truck. 

You were being hunted. 

And it pissed. him. off. 

“Monsters,” he grumbled, taking a short step off of the ledge of the building. He fell like a stone to the passage beneath him, landing effortlessly on his expensive loafers. “Can’t even prey on someone at the end of their life, but they pick someone so full of energy? Savages...”

Hyungwon cracked his knuckles as he walked, his stride a bit quicker than his normal stroll. If he had the capability to sweat, he would have been. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was edgy. 

In a few short moments, he had emerged from the path he was lurking down, and nearly slammed face-first into you. His thoughts pounded louder in his ears than his ability to hear your movements. 

“Watch where you’re going,” you nearly shouted, admittedly getting frightened by the man who emerged from the alley beside you. You shot him a dirty look, only to retract it once you made eye contact with him. He was gorgeous. 

He furrowed his brow as he returned your gaze, his mouth slightly ajar as if he were about to speak, but lost his words. 

You shook your head, looking carefully over your shoulder. Surely, he wasn’t the one you had felt watching you for the past two blocks? 

No, that someone was still following you...and you felt as if they still were, pausing in the nearby shadows. 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” you asked quietly, biting your lip. You were only a block or so away from your apartment and you had been longing for the safety of a locked door. 

He shook his head blankly, closing and reopening his mouth again. 

You were probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The most raw, human, he had ever seen. He winced as he continued to stare at you, words constantly failing him. 

“Yeah Hyungwonnie, doesn’t she knoooow you?” a sickeningly sweet voice cackled from the shadows. Hyungwon closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, popping his knuckles again. 

“No, but she doesn’t know you either,” Hyungwon growled. “Keep walking, Kihyun.” 

“See, I wish I could,” the voice sighed, dropping back to it’s normal octave. You tried to stifle a gasp as an equally as good looking boy emerged from the shadow of an unlit streetlight. “But I was going to grab some take out. Want to join?” 

“You know my taste is a bit different than yours,” Hyungwon sighed, taking a sidestep to block you from Kihyun’s view. You remained silent as you peered over the lanky man’s shoulder, unsure of what was happening. 

“Right, right,” Kihyun laughed. “You like the cheap takeout. I prefer the...” He leaned over, sizing you up before looking back at Hyungwon. “Five star meal.” 

“I really don’t want to do this with you,” Hyungwon sighed. 

“Then don’t, get back to your perch,” Kihyun hummed. “I’ll handle my business down here.” 

“I can’t let you do that,” Hyungwon grumbled. He crossed his arms and leveled the shorter man with a glare. “Now, I’m asking nicely. Next time I won’t-”

“What, you won’t be so kind?” Kihyun cackled. “Just because you have a little crush-”

“Wait, I’m confused,” you sighed, stepping out from Hyungwon’s nonhuman wall. “Who are you two? And what is this about? I really don’t want to get brought into the middle-”

“Aish, humans are so foolish,” Kihyun whined, stomping around. “So self absorbed, thinking their lives actually mean something.”

Hyungwon scoffed, stepping in front of you again. You were growing weary of his odd attempts at protecting you from the seemingly nonthreatening man. “Like you weren’t one only a few short months ago.” 

Almost as quickly as you had blinked, Kihyun had crossed the short expanse of sidewalk separating himself from you and Hyungwon. He gripped the taller boy by the throat, his face only inches away. Hyungwon’s cold hands reached back shakily, gripping at your coat. You heart beat shook your eardrums as you watched, panic setting deep in your stomach. 

“Don’t worry, doll,” Kihyun hissed. “I’ll be around when you aren’t. A man’s gotta eat sometime.” 

And for as swiftly as Kihyun had appeared, he had disappeared once again, leaving you confused and out of breath. Hyungwon stumbled, no longer in the grasp of his shorter comrade. He leaned against the brick of a nearby building and coughed, rubbing at his throat where Kihyun had originally grasped. 

You stared at him, uncertain of what to say. Your eyes grew wide as you remained cemented in your spot. He pushed himself from the wall and let out a light groan, beginning to pace back and forth on the short expanse of sidewalk. “Wonderful, just great. And now if I really want to keep you alive, I’m going to have to keep an eye on you. Granted I was keeping an eye on you before...but that was only a ten minute walk until I knew you were behind brick and mortar. Now what am I supposed to do? When will I get the chance to hunt? I’ll have to put deadbolts on your door. I guess I could go a few days in between feedings...but then I won’t be strong enough in case that incubus decides to...damnit, why did I pick this spot? Why me?” 

“I...um...I have no idea what is happening,” you said slowly. “So if you could give me like...a two sentence description of who you are...of what you are...I would be most appreciative.” 

Hyungwon looked up at you, his face disbelieving of the words that had interrupted his diatribe. “What...what am I?” 

You nodded briefly, scared to mention anything more. 

Hyungwon shook his head, chuckling bitterly to himself. “Right.”

With another blink, the handsome boy had disappeared, vanishing from your sight as if he never existed at all. You spun in place, repeatedly sending glances over your shoulder. Shaking your head, you took a deep breath, and allowed yourself a few nervous steps forward. 

What the hell had just happened? 

It had been weeks since your initial interaction with the strange Hyungwon, and the even stranger Kihyun, but you still felt as if something was following you. 

Your ten minute walk home from work every evening turned into four minutes as you all but ran across the pavement, only feeling safe once you were hidden behind the locked doors of your apartment. 

You had become much more paranoid in your every day activities as well, insisting that you would catch things out of the corner of your eye, but only confirming there was nothing with a second look. You had grown used to shouting out a nervous “Hello?” in most situations when you should be alone, half expecting for one of the odd boys you had met that night to appear out of thin air just as they had vanished... 

“I’m going insane,” you murmured, after another long shift at the bookstore. You took the steps to the front of your apartment complex by two’s and locked the door behind you almost as soon as you had it unlocked. You set your things down and were greeted by the peaceful silence only the safety of your home could provide. 

But you still felt the unmistakable feeling of someone watching you. 

You continued your motions, heating up a quick dinner, and getting yourself ready for bed. Just as you began to feel some sort of normalcy, you found yourself at your bathroom counter, feeling odd again. You brushed your teeth tentatively, unsure if you should continue something so small, yet so personal as someone watched. 

“Alright,” you spat, slamming the tooth brush into the sink. “I’m feeling a little crazy, so if you’re going to kill me, just do it.” 

You looked down at the sink, gripping the counter top on either side of the running water. “I’m really going crazy...” You whispered. 

“Crazy is relative,” a deep voice rumbled behind you. 

Your eyes flew open as you looked up toward the mirror. Catching your own look of terror, you screeched, and spun around on your heel. Just as your eyes met Hyungwon’s, you began to slip, crashing toward the floor. 

His movements were quick and elegant as he leaped toward you, his cold hands finding a spot beneath your arms to cradle you. He eased you down to the tile, realizing your legs were probably too weak to allow you to stand. He slumped slowly to the floor beside you and landed with a plop. 

“What are you...how did you?” you croaked, your eyes searching his face. 

“So...” Hyungwon trailed, looking anywhere but at you. He took a deep breath before stringing together a long sentence. “So maybe I’m a vampire - but not like with the “bleh, bleh, i vill suck your vlood” trope because that’s tacky and overplayed, but technically yes, I drink blood to survive, but not any blood, usually people who are dying or want to be dead anyhow because really it’s just common courtesy. And I’ve been watching you, not like stalking, but just kind of keeping an eye on you while you walk home because you seem nice and I haven’t seen you ever match plaids with polka dots, and that’s admirable, but really you’re kind of cute, but aish, so I have been keeping an eye on you and I saw Kihyun following you and I knew I had to protect you. He’s a bad guy, where as I suppose I’m the good guy, but he will seriously eat you if you don’t start being more careful, so I had to start like REALLY following you to make sure you’re alright, and that’s why I’m here on your bathroom floor explaining to you that I...Hyungwon...am in fact a vampire.” 

You blinked heavily, uncertain of how to respond. 

Hyungwon rolled his eyes before standing, pulling you up as well. He let out an exasperated sigh before motioning to the mirror. 

Your eyes grew in size as you stared at your reflections. 

Or rather, Hyungwon’s lack of one. 

A pair of pants and a button down were seemingly floating in air as you continued to stare, but still noted Hyungwon in your periferals. You looked back at him, not allowing a filter over your thoughts as you stuttered, “so...so like...what happens when your naked?” 

He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before he could respond. “I’m not the damn invisible man when my clothes come off, Y/N. Just my reflection. I will still be very, very naked.” 

You chuckled to yourself, feeling your face grow hot with embaressment. You motioned to the mirror, incapable of turning back to it. “You know, I’ll never be able to erase that image from my mind.” 

“To be fair, it’s not much of an image really,” Hyungwon laughed. “More like a lack of one.” 

“Not to be...you know, rude, but um...what happens now?” you asked slowly, cocking your eyebrow. 

Hyungwon crossed his arms, leaning against the counter before you. A tilted smirk found his lips. “Well, I guess a lot of this? If you don’t like me watching you, you’ll have to get used to having me around...unless you want to be, you know, devoured?” 

You looked up at Hyungwon in horror, causing him to chuckle again. 

“You got any O-negative around this place?...Or I mean, cable and a pull-out couch will do.” 

comments: thanks to @novaurora13 for talking this through with me. also sorry this became a vampire au. i went to a halloween store today and things went quickly downhill. 

[l-i-t-up]

Reform School Sisters Ch. 1

https://www.literotica.com/s/reform-school-sisters-ch-01

The Rutherford Academy for young women felt more like a prison sometimes than a college to its student body. The campus stood in a remote part of the countryside, and there were strict rules forbidding the girls from venturing beyond its gates. The school specialized in dealing with problem children, managing their days with strict routine and discipline.

21 year old Breanna was in the cafeteria, grimacing at a tray of plain chicken and rice that looked absolutely revolting. She poked it skeptically with her fork. The meat jiggled sickeningly, and looking at it, she decided she wasn't very hungry. A taller girl with spiked hair and thick mascara strode coolly over to her table and sat down next to her. Neither woman made any sign to acknowledge the other. 

"Selling anything good today?" Bree asked without an upwards glance. The taller woman, Bonnie, smirked and lifted her book bag onto the bench between them. She pulled it open revealing it's contents. 

"Check out this premium shit." she said with a cocky grin. 

 Bree peered discretely into the bag and saw a large, flesh colored dildo pointing up at her. She blushed, darting her eyes back to her tray in surprise. 

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "That's a fucking dick! Why does it come with a belt?" she asked, referring to the straps attached to the base of the toy. 

"It's called a strap on, Sweet-pea. You can use it by yourself, but personally, I recommend you get a girl to put it on and give you a good pounding with it. Closest thing to a red blooded man you're gonna get in this hell hole." Bonnie replied, her eyes scanning the room as she spoke. 

Bree's cheeks turned pink, and she started to sputter indignantly. "I'm not a fucking lesbian!" she hissed. "It's not about being a lesbian, it's about getting some dick! Do you want it or not?" Bree hesitated. 

It had been so long since she'd had something hard shoved up her cunt, and she could feel herself getting wet just thinking about it. 

"How much?" she asked. "Half a pack." Bree grumbled, reaching into her sock and pulling out a hand full of cigarettes. 

She passed them to the taller girl and muttered: "Fine. But that's all I've got." Bonnie smiled and got up, leaving her back pack behind. 

"Pleasure doing business, Gorgeous." she said as she walked away. 

Bree zipped the bag shut and got up a few minutes later, leaving the cafeteria. 

-------- That night, Bree sat in her dorm room as the curfew announcement blasted over the PA. Students were required to be in their rooms by eleven o'clock each night. Guards roamed the halls after dark, ensuring no one was where they weren't supposed to be. Bree sighed, laying back on her bed with a thud. She glanced sideways at the backpack she'd gotten from Bonnie as it sat on the floor next to her. 

She licked her lips, then reached for it, opening it up to get another look at her recent purchase. Just then, the dorm room door swung open, and Bree's younger sister Paige rushed in, slamming it behind her again and giggling as she struggled to catch her breath. 

"Woo! Just made it!" she laughed, leaning back against the closed door. "You cut it a bit close, today, Sis. Keep this up and you'll be moved to the high security wing." 

Paige scoffed and came into the room, flopping down at the foot of her sister's bed. The 19 year old eyed the bag Bree was holding curiously. 

"Whatcha got there?" she asked. Bree grinned. "Something I got from Bonnie today." she said. "Wanna see?" She handed her sister the bag and sat back on her pillow. 

Paige looked inside, and burst with laughter, pushing the bag closed again almost immediately. "No way! Is that a fucking dildo?" she asked, before taking another look. 

"Yup. I've been thinking about it and I've decided to call him Melvin. Melvin, meet Paige. Paige, Melvin." Paige cackled louder, falling back on the bed and kicking her legs out. There was a loud thumping at the door and a gruff voice suddenly bellowed: 

"Keep it down in there, ladies!" Paige fell silent and sat up again, looking thoughtfully at the backpack. 

"Hey, can I borrow him sometime?" she asked quietly. Bree frowned at her sister and yanked the bag away from her. 

"Jesus, I haven't even had a chance to try him out yet." she said. "Oh.. Right. Well, when are you gonna use him? There aren't exactly a lot of places in this dump where you can get some privacy." 

"Well..." Bree answered, pulling the device out of the backpack. "It's actually more than just a dildo... See?" she showed her sister the straps. "It's kind of a... toy for two." Paige gaped as she realized what she was looking at. 

"Shit, Bree... I know it's been a while for you, but I didn't realize you were going lez on me!" she exclaimed. 

Bree furrowed her brow and whacked Paige's arm with the rubber phallus. "Hey, shut up! It's not being lez! It's just... getting cock the only way I can in this hell hole." Paige shrugged her shoulders. 

"I suppose.. Well, who are you gonna use it with, then? You gonna sneak someone in here or something?" Bree lowered her eyes and fiddled with the corner of her pillow. 

"Well... I was thinking... why sneak someone in? I mean... you're here, right?" Paige's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious!" she said with a nervous laugh. 

"Hey, come on! You'd just be helping me out... If you do me... I'll do you?" Paige's eyes shifted as she considered her sister's suggestion. 

"Fuck..." she muttered. "It really has been too long since I've had a nice fat dick inside me..." She sighed, and looked up at Bree reluctantly. "Fine, you've got a deal." she conceded. 

"Hand him over." Bree grinned and gave Melvin to her sister. She slipped out of her pants and laid back on her pillow, spreading her thighs. Paige stood and started to strip herself. 

"You leaving your shirt on?" she asked. 

"Yeah. Why not?" Bree replied. 

"I dunno. Isn't the idea to act like your fucking a guy? Like, you're actually having sex?" Bree considered her sister's argument and decided she had a point. 

"Ok, fine. But you get naked too, alright?" 

"Fair enough, I guess." 

 The two girls pulled their shirts off, and Paige fastened the strap on around her hips. She climbed over her sister. 

"Ready?" she asked. Bree nodded. 

"Go slow, though. It's been a while." 

Paige leaned forward and rubbed the head of her dildo against her sister's entrance. The girls rotated their hips slowly against each other, getting Bree's pussy good and wet. Once Bree's breathing started to get more ragged, Paige took her cue and started to push Melvin forward. The rubber phallus began to disappear slowly inside Bree's dampening pussy. 

"Mmm..." Bree groaned, enjoying the sensation of being filled by the fake cock. "Fuck, I missed this!" Paige smirked, but didn't say anything. She was now all the way inside her sister, and started to pull back again, pumping her hips slowly. As she moved, she realized something was happening to her pussy as well. Ridges inside the strap on's harness were rubbing against her clit, and the feeling had her pussy getting wetter with every stroke. 

"Oh... Fuck!" she moaned, pumping her hips faster. Bree didn't understand why Paige was getting so into it, but she certainly wasn't complaining! The strap on was pounding her wet cunt fantastically, and she groaned, pushing her own hips up harder against her sister. As their fucking got faster, Bree wrapped her arms around Paige's neck, pulling her down harder on top of her. Their tits brushed together as they writhed against one another, exciting their nipples with every thrust. 

"Mmmmm... yeah, Baby. Fuck that pussy!" Bree groaned. She wrapped her legs around Paige's waist, pulling her harder into her steamy folds. Her cunt squelched as the strap on pumped inside her, dripping juices onto the bed as the sisters gyrated excitedly. Paige gasped for breath as she rocked her hips desperately. Her pussy seeped into the crotch of the strap on, her clit throbbing sensitively as it scraped against the inner ridges. She pushed her arms under Bree's, wrapping them around her sister's torso and rubbing their chests harder against each other. 

Up until this point, the sisters had kept their eyes closed as they fucked against each other. Bree was trying to pretend a big, husky guy was on top of her, but the feel of Paige's soft breasts scraping against her own made that a difficult image to maintain. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up into her sister's face. Paige's brow was furrowed, her mouth hanging open as she panted with exertion. She licked her lips as she pounded into Bree, and whimpered softly with pleasure. Bree let out a throaty moan. She realized the idea of being fucked by her sister was making her feel hotter than any guy she could think of ever would. She pulled the younger girl down harder, gyrating frantically against her bucking hips.  

"Fuck... Yeah... Fuck me, Sis! Fuck your big sister's pussy!" Paige's eyes shot open, and she looked down into Bree's lusting face. She bit her lip, and started to fuck even faster. "Yeah... Sis... You... you like that? You like it when I stuff my cock inside you?" she said. Bree whimpered, nodding her head excitedly. 

"Yes!" she gasped "Yes, Paige, YEEEEESSS!!" Bree arced her back, pressing her sweaty tits hard against her sister's and howled as she had a powerful orgasm. 

Her hips gyrated desperately, impaling her cunt violently on Paige's strap on over and over again. Paige's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to groan, sweat dripping from her furrowed brow. Bree's frantic movements were pummeling the strap on's ridges against her clit, and she could feel her own climax about to erupt. She threw her head back, letting out a strangled cry as it finally hit her, causing her body to tremble on top of her sister's. 

The two women convulsed against each other, their pussies gushing with juices and soaking the bedsheets beneath them. They ground together desperately, sweat coating them completely as they continued to tremble in ecstasy. As their orgasms slowly began to dissipate, Paige's thrusting hips began to slow, and she crumple on top of Bree in exhaustion. 

The sisters' chests heaved against each other as they lay deflated on the sagging mattress. After several minutes, Paige rolled off of Bree, peeling their bodies apart and pulling the strap on from the older girl's destroyed pussy.  

"W-wooooow..." Bree stammered, gazing up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. "Yeah... Wow..." Paige added, her chest still pounding. "I am fucking wreeeecked." Bree said with a giddy laugh. "I'm about ready to pass out!"

 Paige struggled to pull herself up on her elbows. "Hey, what about my turn!" she said. "You promised!" "What? Didn't you cum, too?" Bree asked. "Well, yeah... But I still want to get stuffed with as much dick as my cunt can handle!" Paige replied. 

Bree rolled her eyes and looked down at the rubber phallus sticking up from her sister's crotch. "Fine. Hurry up and pass him over, then." she said, holding out her hand. Paige grinned, and hurriedly slid out of the straps, passing Melvin to her sister. Bree slipped the harness over her hips and rolled over onto her knees, getting between Paige's thighs. 

The girls were both still sticky with sweat and cum as she lowered herself on top of her. She pushed the strap on against Paige's pussy, and it slipped in easily, as the younger girl was still drenched from their last frantic fuck. Paige sucked in her breath as she felt herself getting stretched open. She wrapped her legs around Bree's waist immediately, pulling her in snug against her hips. 

"You're eager, aren't you?" Bree smirked, before starting to rock her hips slowly. As she started to move, realisation formed on her face, and she looked down at her sister in surprise. 

"Shit! Is that what you were feeling?" she asked, referring to the ridges rubbing her clit. Paige nodded, and reached up, wrapping her arms around Bree's neck. 

"Come here, Sis, and fuck me good!" she said, pulling the older girl down on top of her. Bree pressed her breasts against Paige's again, and the sisters looked into each other's eyes as they started to move harder against each other. The strap on pumped in and out of Paige's drenched pussy, still stained with Bree's sticky juices. 

The sisters fucked in relative silence, whimpering and grunting as their pleasure increased steadily. Their hips ground against each other excitedly, and they pressed their bodies together tightly, loving the feel of each other's burning skin against their own. As the ridges scraped Bree's sensitive clit, she bit her lip, her face twisting and contorting. She found it difficult to hold her head above Paige's, and lowered it to the pillow, burying her face in her sister's neck. 

Paige shuddered as she felt Bree's breath hit her throat. Her own lips pressed into the older girl's shoulder, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the wonderful sensations cascading through her inflamed body. The sisters embraced tightly, their hips smacking together in their gushing pussy juices. The strap on ravaged Paige's swollen cunt, and the ridges sliced into Bree's aching clit mercilessly. 

As Paige held Bree's head to her neck, she started to feel her sister's lips pressing against her with greater intention. She trembled, feeling the older girl begin to kiss her burning flesh. Bree was completely absorbed in the moment. As far as she was concerned, Paige had taken on the role of her lover, and she couldn't fight the desire to put her lips on the younger girl's delectable body. 

She kissed her way along Paige's throat, making the girl groan with unbridled passion. Paige was drowning in the smell of Bree's musky skin, her nose pressed against the older girl's sweat soaked neck. She couldn't resist pressing her own lips to her sister's salty flesh, tasting her as the strap on continued to shred her boiling pussy. Bree groaned as she felt Paige returning her kisses, and started dragging her lips across her sister's skin. Paige did the same, making her way up across Bree's cheek. 

Both sisters knew exactly where this was leading, but couldn't seem to stop themselves. They trembled as their lips moved ever closer. Bree slowly pulled her head back and gazed into Paige's eyes briefly, before crushing her lips to the younger girl's. The two sisters kissed passionately, their tongues delving into each other's steamy mouths. They moaned, devouring each other hungrily and grinding together with burning desperation. With their entire bodies sliding against each other, the sisters fucked with an animalistic ferocity. Their pussies flooded with juices, and they suddenly stiffened against each other, earth shattering orgasms erupting from both of them simultaneously. 

The sisters unleashed muffled screams into each other's mouths as they bucked against each other, their climaxes bursting from their mangled cunts. They writhed and twisted their bodies together, drenched with sweat and burning with scorching passion. Their tongues wrestled hungrily throughout their orgasms, luxuriating in the sweet taste of each other's tender mouths. 

They held the kiss for as long as they could, but finally had to wrench their lips apart, saliva flying as they gasped for much needed air. Bree squealed desperately as she shoved her cock one final time inside her sister's cunt, her back arcing and her head whipping back hard. Paige's neck strained as she jolted with one final wave of exquisite pleasure, her toes curling as her pussy clamped tightly around the rubber shaft shoved deep inside it. 

The two sisters collapsed to the bed in a heap of slick flesh and tangled limbs, their lungs struggling to take in much needed oxygen. Bree's hair covered both girls' faces, bunched together in thick, sweat dampened clumps. After several minutes, their breathing began to return to normal, and Bree lifted her head from her sister's neck. The two women locked eyes, and Bree moved her hand to push a strand of hair gently out of Paige's face. They held their gaze for another beat, then Bree lowered her face, and the sisters kissed with soft, sensual lips. 

"That was... Thank you.. so much for this." Bree whispered, holding her lips just barely above her sister's. They kissed again, their tongues slipping against each other, and moaned into each other's mouths. "Thank YOU, Sis. That was incredible." Paige breathed when they finally separated again. 

They were both exhausted, and Bree slowly pulled herself off of her sister, the strap on sliding out of her wetly. She removed the harness, and set the toy on the bedside table before turning back to wrap Paige up in her arms. The sisters cuddled together, and Bree pulled the blankets over their naked, cum soaked bodies. 

"Bree?" Paige asked, nuzzling into her sister's neck. "Yeah, Sis?" "Are we... like... Was that gay?" Bree thought for a moment, her fingers stroking along the younger girl's back. 

"I have no idea. But I'll tell you this- We're doing that again tomorrow." she replied. Paige grinned, and kissed her sister tenderly on the cheek. "Oh, definitely." she said. The two girls snuggled closer, and in minutes both were sound asleep in each other's arms.