#sinfullyyour

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ⸻ @sinfullyyour

something about seeing him spreads a warmth through her. cheeks flush at the reminder of the topic he'd raised to her - the one she'd embarrassingly claimed to need more time to think about. in truth, she'd tried not jump at the opportunity when the thoughts had already been creeping through her mind. they hadn't seen anyone else in what seemed like years at this point and desperation - need - had been lingering for a while now. dropping tot he flats of her feet, her head ducks away from him. "i don't know, daddy. what if there's someone else out there somewhere?" and what if there wasn't?

[brokensbcys]

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Cove lounged back against the couch, one finger gently tracing idle, looping patterns into the fabric as she stared at the television, though it was clear her attention wasn’t really there. The glow from the screen flickered across her face, met with mild amusement rather than interest, and after a moment she tilted her head slightly, glancing toward the two men in the room. “Are you enjoying this?” she asked, lifting her hand to point lazily at the screen, watching his reaction with quiet curiosity. A laugh slipped from her lips as she shook her head. “I swear they put stuff on the television to try and dumb us down because what the fuck is this,” she giggled, shifting as she pushed her hair over one shoulder. Her gaze moved between the two men before she rose smoothly to her feet, the tank top clinging to her front while her skirt sat comfortably at mid-thigh. “Do you two need anything?” she asked casually. “A drink? Some food?”

[amarvelousmencgerie]

@sinfullyyour

It had been a long day getting ready for her father's gala. She hated them, forced talking to strangers and men who thought they had a right to put their hands on her. Maybe that came from her lack of dates but she didn't care. There wasn't anyone in the city that she wanted except the one man she couldn't have.

There he stood, so handsome with his suit cut perfectly to his body. It was tailored, of course, and she couldn't take her eyes away from what she could see. Why did she start talking to this man and woman? Oh yes, her father said that they'd be big donors to his campaign and they thought she was sweet. Kara was sweet but it didn't mean that she'd spend any more time listening to a conversation as the man of her dreams was talking to women.

She apologized needing to speak to one of her father's friends and walked over towards Carlos, a woman his age almost hanging on him. Kara wasn't sure if it was something he wanted or if she'd just taken the liberty of claiming him. She was a socialite with more money than common sense and she was sure that the woman would be more his type then a 21 year old prima ballerina who'd never been with anyone in her life. Not that she told anyone her secret because it was embarrassing.

Kara smiled at she walked up to Carlos, a flute of Cristal in her hand. "Carlos, I see you made it and you brought a date with you. Please you must introduce her to me. I didn't think you were seeing anyone recently." Kara's voice mischievous and she knew what she was doing, they played this game all the time. She should feel sorry for the woman but she couldn't because he was the only person she wanted attention from.

[hyggenights]

closed starter for @sinfullyyour continued from here.

vicky relishes the moment alone with her boyfriend's uncle. as wrong as it might've been, she really didn't care. at least, not right now, as her fantasies and desires overtook any ounce of concern or decency she might've had in usual circumstances. kyle was gorgeous and there was something between them and she was convinced above all else it'd be wrong to ignore. unnatural, even. "you think?" she beams at his compliment, a pink tint burning her cheeks as she crossed her legs, deliberately exposing more of herself to him. she hadn't ever been sure whether she stood a chance. whether he looked at her the way she looked at him, but she didn't see the harm in trying. "you look quite amazing yourself," she added on for good measure, a glint in her eye that exposed her curiosity, her eagerness to play with him more than she should. "this party is boring," she admits then, with a pout of her lips. "care to help me make it a little more entertaining, mr williams?"

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ⸻ @sinfullyyour

she'd been calling the man 'uncle' for years now, and while she'd initially been hesitant to give a dance to the man her family had come to consider near family, it was a concern that dwindled and disappeared the longer she'd been performing. at this point, it was instinct - movements as mindless as they were fluid and flawless, yet now, as she moved before him, josie was aware of each brush of her fingers along the lace of her attire, each glance she shot him, and every reaction he gave. she's been acutely aware of the bulge forming in his pants for a while now, and bent over as she is, the woman can't help but sneak a glance. fingers trail along the back of her legs as she straightens, curling around her as and around to her front as she turns to face the man. blues-hues meet his and for the first time since she'd recognized the man, she breaks routine. leaning forward, a perfectly manicured hand trails along his shoulder to rest cradling against the side of his neck. "not even going to say hi, uncle kyle?"

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⸻ @sinfullyyour

it had been her suggestion - a chance to get away from the city and back to a place their mother had loved. the camp had been the older womans happy place, middle of no where on a quiet lake, but since the woman's passing near on a year ago, it had been boarded up and left untouched. convincing her twin and father had taken a bit of work, particularly given how last minute it had been and how much work they'd needed to put into getting the camp back up and running. but now that things were clean and they were settled in, it felt like paradise - and they'd all planned to be up there, uninterrupted, for most of the season. sprawled across the beach in a tiny little bikini, josies head popped up at the sound of the others approach, a grin tugging at her lips. "finally sleepy heads! ive only been waiting forever. daddy, could you rub sunscreen on my back for me?"

unlike her twin, cora had lounged in bed longer than anticipated - hazily drifting between awake and asleep until a pleasant dream had drawn her fingers to her core and she'd brought herself fully into the world of the living with a sleepy orgasm. padding into the kitchen in her bathing suit shortly after, she'd flushed at the sight of her father, worried her might have heard something, even if he had been on of the costars of her fantasy. she'd offered a flushed greeting and then quickly hurried them both out the door and down to the lake where josie lay sprawled out, bikini top clearly untied and bottoms just barely covering skin. with fantasies still fresh in her mind, the color on her cheeks worsens. "i think i'll take a dip first.."

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ⸻ @sinfullyyour

she grins, the praise clearly tickling her pink if the little giggle and small twirl of her hips to send the skirt of the dress flaring out before settling back against her thighs if anything to go by. "look at that, you fall right into character seamlessly," she teases, shooting him a grin in the mirrors reflection. "shockingly, i did inherit more than just the beauty in this family," another laugh escapes her, watching his approach. "i'm nearly finished getting ready. just need to toss on some heels so you don't entirely tower over me, and a few accessories and we should be good to go. you're all set, right?"

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⸻ @sinfullyyour

the pounding in her head is so horrific that the moment consciousness begins to take grip, the woman finds herself instead burying herself beneath layers of sheets and burying her face into a pillow with a groan. blindly, a hand reached out to search the mattress for her phone, only to grumble when she rams into warm, naked flesh. lifting her head enough to squint over at the beds other occupant, she scoffs. "go to your own bed you lazy fuck." poking his side twice, leyla gives up trying to move the man and instead rolls over. it's only then - when her mind has a moment to process everything that she's turning back around and staring at the large rock on her finger. "what the fuck," she mumbles, reaching over to now smack her brother on the chest. "what the absolute fuck, get up. up. up up up!"