> of that, right?"

Her grip loosened, shifting instead to place an insistent weight on Jinx’s shoulder, silently urging her to put that mouth to a better use.

It was a song and dance the two had grown more than accustomed to, usually with all the grace of two rabid animals.

"No biting, or else."

> grip to force the girl to look her in the eyes.

"Keep calling me 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 and maybe I’ll have to show you what I can do with them…"

She smirked, impulsively spitting on the psycho stood before her. Her sister. Her unabashed 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.

"Then again… you’re probably sicko enough to get a kick out >

Vi glared daggers at her sister, teeth grit and fists clenched. As much as she wanted to deny it, Jinx knew just how to get her blood 𝙥𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 and in the mood for a good workout.

"Wouldn’t you like to know."

A hand rose, wrapped snugly in the curve where Jinx’s neck met her jaw, tightening her >

> was still unclear.

"Can’t believe you keep making me do this…"

> using her newly granted support to take the opportunity to unbutton her pants, letting them fall unceremoniously to the grimy concrete. Her undergarments had a clear stain to them, whether it was from the beads of precum she’d been pumping throughout that kiss or her sister’s arousal soaking her >

Loathe as she was to do so, Vi broke the kiss, a glittering mix of shimmer and 'un'tainted saliva connecting the two sisters’ by more than just their hips.

"No biting this time… that’s awfully surprising."

She smirked, pressing Jinx back against the cold, wet brick of the old building >

> wrestling down Jinx’s tongue all in order to shove hers ever further down that scrawny throat.

𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑪𝑲 !

Her hand came crashing down upon her sister’s ass, growling like a hunter would to make its prey fear for its life.

Not being one to back down from a perceived challenge, Vi rose to the occasion, practically 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 at Jinx’s ass to keep her far off the ground — far from those who would try to 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀.

Moving with a ferocity known solely by her sister, she fought to claim dominance in their clash >

> snorting as though she were an animal. She pulled back, lips now stained in shimmer-pink, spitting a wad of it onto the blue-haired psycho’s pursed lips.

"Tonight, dear sister, we both dine on the apple of eden."

"Maybe my 𝗖𝘂𝗽𝗰𝗮𝗸𝗲 should learn I prefer 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙚 instead of sweet."

Vi smirked, one hand reaching behind Jinx’s head, the other holding her soaked hand still as she leaned in — forcing Jinx in as well. With all the subtlety of a mad bull, Vi began to 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘶𝘮 up her sister’s nectar, practically >

> before making a show of bringing it up to drink that nectar, a droplet running down her chin.

"And when that day comes, I’ll make sure we both end up gone for good."

A threat, but a hollow one — and both of them knew it. Vi’s pants were noticeably pitched, bottom lip already being tugged at by her grit teeth.

She reached out, her bandaged hand roughly cupping Jinx’s nigh-addictive mound >

That said…