Playful Smile Novels & Stories

Gently, he squeezed it with his thumb and index finger, playfully forming a pout on her lips. A grin broke out on his face .

I said, giving him a teasing smile, "you'll have to play your cards right if you want me to consider taking that chance." He mirrored my smile, his eyes dancing. "Don't worry," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I'll play my cards as if my life depends on it." I let out a light giggle, shaking my head. "Just don't try too hard," I said, a playful glint in my eyes. "Or you might end up pushing me in the opposite direction." He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Oh, I understand completely. I'll tread carefully."

“Since you have nothing better to do with your mouth, why don't you do something productive and suck my dick?” I just smiled sweetly. “My pleasure.” I won.

I say with a smile. Ignoring the fact that my heart is beating like a race horse. He lets out a small laugh. “It’s all thanks to you.” “What?” He shrugs. A small smile playing on his lips. The smile is absolutely insane. His eyes are smiling along with his mouth. I don’t know how he does that. “Promise me you won’t be creeped out.” I narrow my eyes at him playfully, I hope he doesn’t say because he had been watching me, or I would be really mortified.

I said, a smile playing on my face as I stared at him, "No I don't," he responded playfully, with a wide smile playing on his face which made me chuckle loudly.

Paul smiled, and it was the real one, the one that actually reached his eyes. Not the grin he used to needle, sharp and testing. Not the one he wore when he was bored and waiting to be entertained by someone else’s discomfort, lazy and predatory. This smile was controlled, measured. Open without being vulnerable. The smile of someone who knew exactly where to stand and how much to give without giving everything.

There is a specific quality to being smiled at by someone who loves you and is not trying to communicate anything through the smile except the fact of the loving. I had not had significant experience of it before Zayden. Jace had smiled at me. Other people had smiled at me throughout my life in the ordinary social ways that smiles are deployed — the functional smiles of greeting and acknowledgment and the performed smiles of people managing the impression they were making. These were not meaningless. They were the ordinary currency of human interaction and I had received them as such. But the smile that communicates nothing except I am looking at you and that is sufficient reason — that spec

I huffеd pouting, lіghtlу ѕlарріng hіѕ аrm рlауfullу. He smiled wісkеdlу enjoying my rеасtіоn, lеаnіng fоrwаrd gеntlу bіtіng my lоwеr lір. I gаѕреd wіth pleasure, еnjоуіng the ѕеnѕаtіоn аѕ hе teased mе, and then mоаnеd wіth dеlіght when hіѕ tоnguе sought оut mіnе.

-female like her. Thank the goddess for diplomacy classes…! “Rational!” She narrowed her eyes at me as if she was on to me. But it was all in such a playful way, it had me wanting to play along. Before I knew it, I was flashing her my infamous “buy my bullshit, baby”-smile, which – much to my delight – had her laughing. She really did have a contagious smile…

“You rush in like that, you die next. Stick to the plan!” I watched them, still smiling, before I reached up and wiped at the corner of my eye like I was brushing away a tear. Then I rose slowly from the corpse beneath me, stretching slightly before facing them again. My smile returned. Soft. Gentle. “Now…” I hummed, tilting my head. “Tell me—” My eyes gleamed. “Who wants to play with me next?”