Chipmunk Cheeks Novels & Stories

Gabe said, obviously irritated, “and that’s not my name.” “How can I not call you that with those chipmunk cheeks like these?” Amber joked. I cringed at that word, chipmunk. I hated it but despite her teasing, I couldn’t help but find Gabe endearing. His rich, brown skin and his rosy cheeks and dimples exude a boyish charm. His eyes, a captivating blend of light brown hues, held a kindness that belied his own struggles. His curly hair, a wild mass framing his face, added to his allure.

Wait, did he say chipmunk? That used to be the nickname Mark because I would stuff my face like a chipmunk, and my cheeks would be round. I wiped my mouth and rose from my chair. "Mark?" The corners of his mouth almost reached his ears, baring his white teeth. He spread his arms apart. "The one and only." "Oh my god!" I squealed, then jumped at him for a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. He lifts me off the floor. Ignoring the looks of other customers. "Mark."

He said, "Of course I want to see it. I want to see if I can pick up a bargain." The three of them walked in the direction of the sound of the battle. At the corner of the mountain, they found that the four people in front of them were attacking a strange beast that looked like a mouse, but was bigger than an ordinary tiger. "A chipmunk! These guys are really unlucky to meet a chipmunk," Huang Xiaoyong said softly. "Is it very powerful?" Samuel asked in confusion.

William spoke, complimenting me so suddenly that I choked. I laughed, not believing his words. "Is it because I mentioned that your cheeks aren't chubby anymore? I like your cheeks like that." I distinctly remember when we were in school, precisely when I, him and our friends had lunch. The man's cheeks would grow chubby when chewing food, so some friends, including me, couldn't bear to touch his cheeks. At that time, William's skin was also quite sensitive, so pimples appeared when we touched his cheeks too much. "You don't have acne either."

The camera is placed on the ground out of reach. Jimmy's attention turns back to me and I breathe heavily from the energy expended trying to ward off his assault. He pats me on the cheek a few times, his smile full of evil. "You did a good job. If you don't fight me, we'll make sure and get you water. How is that, Sweet Cheeks?" He pinches the extra skin of my cheek, pulling on it harshly. I try to spit in his direction but there's not enough saliva in my dry mouth. "I hate you," I say kicking him the best I can with my knee.

My Cher' has wild brunnete mane, and so does this one, she has full rosebud lips so does this one, the only difference here is that grown up Cherry's cheeks is plump ad mature, their eyes are both goldish brown in color, all these similarities and yet I'm not convinced. Suddenly it comes to me, there is something my Cher' has that no one has and knows only me, I noticed it and she told me back then, my hand shaking, I turn the two photos and see it, the little birth mark on her left side cheek, both of them have it. The picture suddenly drops from my hand, staring at my phone in shock, I can't believe I've found my Cher', my only friend from my past, I have found...... Oh God!

“This is none of your business.” Ronald hummed, unconvinced. Then, ignoring Graham completely, he turned to me. His smile was warm and playful as usual. “You doing okay, chipmunk?” I chuckled quietly and rolled my eyes at him. “I told you not to call me that.” “But you’re just so cute, like a little chipmunk,” he teased. “Besides, it suits you.” I sighed dramatically, but I couldn’t stop the smile from making its way to my lips. Ronald grinned before he threw Graham a glance, and his smirk deepened. “Well, I’ll see you later.” He winked.

"Honey, did you peg his cheeks with those?" Hue grunted as he clicked his tongue. "Tch, he is faking his cries. You don't have to pity him," he said instead of replying to her question. Then, he looked away as he grunted again, feeling very dissatisfied about his wife's one-sided favour. He wondered what was so great about Veen's soft and squishy cheeks because his cheeks were soft and could be considered squishy as well. Jennet should only squeeze his cheeks if she wanted to feel happy and not squeeze another person's cheeks.

I have a mission to do. I give him a small smile. He smiles back with a big, toothy grin. He looks me up and down and lifts one eyebrow. I give him a quick wink. His smile gets even bigger and brighter. Male wolves are so easy to trick. This is a good sign for me. I do not think twice.

Buck’s eyes watered with pleasure, but he begged for it with every muffled moan, his face a slick mess of spit and precum. “Fuck, he’s starving for it,” Chim growled, tapping his cock against Buck’s lips before pushing back in. Light hits and slaps landed on his cheeks and jaw—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send sparks of arousal straight to Buck’s core. He whimpered and leaned into every touch, stroking his own leaking cock faster as they used his mouth.