Romans & histoires Fnaf Kiss

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

Kane replied, playfully capturing Lani's lips again, leaving her completely passive, wide-eyed, and naive like a little rabbit. "Are you hungry?" When the lingering kiss ended, Kane whispered a seemingly unrelated question into Lani's ear. Lani blinked, looking at him with confusion, her eyes sparkling like stars that captivated Kane's heart. Repeating the question, Lani shook her head. They had just eaten snacks and fruits, so they weren't hungry.

Darian lightly bit Fahira's lips to gain access to explore within. "Respond, my dear!" Darian whispered in the midst of their kisses. With closed eyes, Fahira began to respond to Darian's kisses. Following her instincts, Fahira followed the movements of Darian's lips with a racing heart. This was Fahira's first kiss with her boss. Fahira's hesitant and rigid kiss made Darian's passionate kissing even more intense.

Finn didn't want the atmosphere to sour further, nor did he wish to waste his time arguing with someone so spiteful. He scoffed softly, the disdain in his voice unmistakable. Then, he stood up. Nathan instinctively stepped back, perhaps expecting Finn to come at him. But instead, Finn simply leaned down-unbothered, unhurried-and placed a gentle kiss on Annie's lips. Even Annie herself was caught off guard, stunned into stillness by the unexpected kiss. Finn, on the other hand, remained completely nonchalant. He casually ran his tongue across his lips, then narrowed his eyes at Nathan.

Later that night, as we lay in bed trying to sleep, the encrypted phone buzzed again. Callan picked it up. His body went rigid. “What is it?” I asked, sitting up. He turned the screen toward me. Tomorrow night at the gala, you will kiss in public. Make it look real. If it doesn’t convince the cameras, we release the next video. Do not disappoint us. Callan set the phone down and pulled me back against his chest. “Tomorrow we kiss for them,” he said quietly. “But every night after that, we kiss for us.”

"Don't make accusations without evidence. They could sue you for defamation." I shrugged. "You're right. I don't have any evidence. I'm just going with my guts." The livestream chat exploded. The phrase "going with my guts" instantly started trending online. When people realized the situation was gaining attention, they quickly pulled out their phones and started livestreaming. At that moment, the head of the department, Dr. Kellan Connor, called me. "Dr. Smith, a patient has sustained severe injuries and needs emergency surgery. Get back to the hospital immediately and take charge. I already know about your situation. Stop making a scene. You're about to be promoted to deputy director."

Then, he leaned forward. Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss. There was no desperate passion, no frantic urgency—only warmth, deep forgiveness, hope, and the quiet promise of a love being born again. When they finally pulled apart, Seraphina rested her forehead against his. "You know..." she whispered. "Our first kiss wasn't nearly this good." Killian laughed softly. "I was nervous." "You still are." "I probably always will be." She smiled against his skin. "I don't mind."

Goddammit, what she did to me. I kissed her like I was dying, kissed her like today was the last day of my life. Fucking her there as I teased her slit with the tip of my dick, her nails dug into my scalp. She scraped down, dragging nerve endings to life, and I grunted into her mouth, the grunt morphing into a groan as she dipped her teeth into my bottom lip. The prick of her teeth, the drag of her nails, it felt phenomenal. Made me feel fucking alive.

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“I hold back out of love for you, be thankful.” “Oh, I am about as thankful as they come,” I respond, wiggling my nose in playful anger. I lean up, placing a kiss on Kain’s nose before flicking his forehead. “You jackass.” Chuckling softly, Kain pulls me into his embrace, his lips planting warm kisses all along my neck. “We should get back before any rumours start. I’ll try to shake off my adoring female fans, but if I can’t just know that, none of them will have me again, so long as you are mine.”