roslintheredfox's Literatures
His own breath caught in his throat as his nose brushed ever so gingerly against hers, their lips a hair's breadth apart. "Are you sure..?" His voice broke through the silence, pulling Kohana from her reverie as her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. The last thing he'd want is for her to regret what they had, she was Senju's best friend.
"Sorry," Izuru chuckled, her aqua hues sparkling with an underlining of mirth. "I'm just excited, Akkun. I'm your first real client." Her chuckles melted into an onslaught of giggles as his hands cradled her cheeks, lips peppering her face with tiny kisses. "Akkun!"
Etsuko shook her head, glossed lips forming into their own smile. "I think I've kept you waiting for too long." A double entendre. She bit back the urge to laugh as she watched the words sink in, the cogwheels slowly turning in his head at what they had met.
"I love you," Those words had ghosted across Ameri's lips milliseconds before Gentaro broke the kiss, his eyes sliding back open to stare at the face of the dazed, crimson-tinted woman inches from him.
The scent of fresh bread and freshly ground coffee flood through her nose as cheerful chatting falls on deaf ears, allowing herself to fall into a daydream as eyes fluttered close behind the thick aray of lashes. A peaceful life away from the Survey Corps, outside the walls with nay any titans in sight; only herself and the love of her life on a farm, surrounded by blossoming flowers and dogs; lots of dogs, she decides to herself.
"Being married, raising a family together," A content sigh dropped from his lips, Argentum leaning eagerly into his touch. "You know, the usual."
Manicured fingernails left crescent shaped marks across his tanned flesh, marking him as hers. Plump, kiss bruised lips struggled to utter a word length wise, the pleasure and pressure stalling any coherent thought in the back of her throat as Aedarr fucked her harder, allowing moans and half-uttered curses to escape. Grunts puffed past his chapped lips, calloused fingers digging into the soft thickness of Argentum's thigh which draped over his shoulder in place of his usual fur lined cloak as sharp canines dragged across her inner thigh, laving his tongue over the bite marks and remaining cum that stained her skin from eating her out moments ago.
It was ironic, he mused to himself, that someone who writes romance novels could never truly experience it himself: the delicate blossoming of feelings known as love were to never grow, rather a seed of one-sided pining of a naive romantic left to rot in the pit of his stomach.
my internet really keeps trying to cockblock me tonight
It's not everyday one finds themselves casually conversing with a Hashira, Karin had noted. A hum befell her lips at the events that had transpired only moments ago, learning that the man she had stumbled across and had asked to dinner was her superior, and a thrice wed one was the cherry on top.
"Is it impossible to believe that I adore you?" Ryoga questioned, tone hoarse and raw with vulnerability as his thumb ghosted across the curve of her flushed cheekbone, splattered crimson. "That I'm interested in only you?" The warm puff of breath tickled her nose, the faintest hint of orange lingering on the tip of his tongue.
His attraction to her had been almost immediate, both being on rival pro-bending teams. The witty quips tossed back and forth were playful and lighthearted, making Bolin realize the mistake his heart was ultimately deciding on its own.
"Wait..!" Stilling in her tracks, Minato shifted to observe Uryu, a slight tilt of her head. "Let me walk you home." If she wasn't a professional on keeping her emotions intact, her face would be as hot as the setting sun.
The overwhelming scent of coffee was ad nauseam to Robby Keene. Roasted coffee beans, coffee grounds, he could throw up at the pungently strong scent that entered his nostrils for hours as he slaved away at a minimum wage job at the Coffee Kai coffee shop. The pay was shit, the customers rude and the manager absent for most, if not all his shift.
He was cocky, that's more than noticable on his face, but his personality was far deeper than expressed, even to her. He was a beautiful enigma wrapped in a perfectly tied bow that she eagerly wanted to undo.
"I want you to kiss me." The moment those words left Tabitha's lips, which had morphed into a pout while dark brows furrowed together to create the cutest wrinkle in the middle of her forehead, Demetri couldn't help but prolong the situation. And perhaps tease her.
His breath caught on his lips as the tie wound around his eyes, obscuring his limited vision in the janitors closet they were hidden in, fingers nervously fidgeting with the exposed skin of her lower back, gasping at the feel of her cool fingertips drifted across his exposed collarbone and down his sternum.
Joining Miyagi-Do had been one of the best experiences of Demetri's life, he'd grown into a more confident man who Tabitha was proud of, making those feelings blossom yet again until he could no longer hide them, word vomiting the love he had for Tabitha in the pool house of the LaRusso home, face flush and eyes wide, swimming with unbridled fear at the possible scenarios he had dreamt up in his head over the years.
"You look even more miserable than usual," Layla starts, the faintest hint of teasing on her tongue as the corner of her mouth twitched up, something she did often when taking to him, he noticed. "What's up? It's no fun to kick your ass when you're distracted."
Freya's obsidian hues caught a glimpse of scars that littered Jasper's forearms past the rolled up sleeves which had elicited a soft gasp to fall from her merlot tinted lips. The noise captured the blondes attention, golden eyes flickering over to her in interest, worry swirling around his soft gaze.
Perhaps it was her innate intuition to mother him surging deep down in her genes as a woman, or it was her physical attraction to him, but she craved to break through that cracked facade and expose his inner depths. Robby Keene was an enigma wrapped in beautifully torn wrapping paper, and Layla was the one to release him.
Consummating a relationship was a well known intimate act to complete the marriage, Ymir understood this fact but she couldn't deny the nerves that bubbled up in her stomach like a swam of butterflies, mirroring the pendant that laid between the valley of her breasts.
Fingers curled into the satin sheets that laid crinkled underneath the two bodies tangled in a passionate embrace, pouty and bruise kissed lips parting to release a cacophony of moans eliciting a visceral response from the taut and muscular figure towering over the curvaceous and toned body of Layla Silver.
"I can't think straight around you," Robby purred out between heated kisses and heavy groans, teeth clashing against one another as large palms cupped her hips to tug Layla firmly into his lap, rolling them over to pin her against the cool wooden floors as his knee parted her thighs to slot his body against her. "This is what you've done to me."