Toothless X Hiccup Lemon Novels & Stories

Hollis bit her lip and tried to scrunch her neck for protection, but Whitney gave no such chance as she started nibbling affectionately. “I had a feeling you were ticklish.” She teased in between nibbles, earning her a slow wide smile. Unable to ignore the sensation any longer, Hollis shrieked with laughter and grabbed Whitney by the waist. She smoothly positioned her back on the bed so she could blow on her exposed bellybutton. Tasting the little metallic cherry piercing in her mouth, Hollis grinned when Whitney squeaked and squirmed underneath her. “Yeah, I’m pretty ticklish...but now it’s my turn to get YOU!”

"The fuck was that for?" "It's your fault!" Was Lissa's loud protest, she turned her head and exhaled loudly, trying to check if her breath really smelled bad. Her cheeks blushed when her breath still stank from the chicken and kim-chi that she ate. "Well, your breath is stinky as well! And I don't have a toothbrush here..." "Ah..." Anthony smirked as he inch closer at Lissa. "Are you saying I'm a stinky breath like you?"

Dicken drew his tongue out and licked his greasy lips, exposing his sharp teeth in displeasure. When he saw the remaining grilled fish in my hand, he got a sad expression on his face. I couldn't help but burst out laughing when I saw his expressions. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't hold the fork in my hand.

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" "Definitely," Theo said, watching in horror as Mishell smeared a shiny goo on her lips. "What is that?" "Fish guts," she said proudly. "Keeps the lips soft." Falcon gagged. With a deep breath and a mumbled curse, DJ dove into the water and swam up to Mishell, who was smiling like a sea witch ready to make a deal.

“You must be more foolish than I thought if you were planning on getting away with spiking my food.” “Since the turmeric didn’t do the trick, I guess I’ll have to go along with plan B,” Chloe said and before Jasmine could understand what she meant, she squeezed the lemon she had been holding in her hand into Jasmine's mouth. “Ahhh,” Jasmine yelled in horror and instantly let go of Chloe’s hair. Her entire body immediately turned red and her veins became visible and she was hit with a burning sensation. Chloe smiled satisfactorily when she saw Jasmine’s reaction to having tasted the lemons.

he bit my earlobes as he spoke. I snuggled into him and bit into the bacon. But I was distracted. The hunger that I felt was another find of hunger. Nothing that had to do with bacon or chocolate. I turned and his lips caught my nipple, latching on it like he wanted the milk. “Save some for Violet," I teased and he grinned at me, spilling some of the milk. He kissed my neck and his hands dropped to my crotch where he began a slow and torturous journey below.

Zeak defends himself. Poorly, I might add. That didn't sound great. "No. No. Mate," I hiccup again. I can feel Leon's rage through our bond. It's not a simmer. It's a boil. I try to talk, but now I have the hiccups full-on and uncontrollable. "He. Didn't. Do. Anything." I hiccup through the words before I burst out laughing. I hiccup through my laughter. My hands land on my knees as I try to hold my breath to get rid of the hiccups.

i bite my lip . Someone nearby shouted which breaks our moment . harry takes his thumb from my face and licks the icecream off his finger. "so what do you want to do now?" i ask hating how my voice came breathy and vulnerable.

Smash! The sound of a tea cup breaking echoed in the room, the scent of sweet chamomile easing the tension without much success. No one uttered a word, but their breath quickened for different reasons. Liam’s heart lunged into his throat, anticipating the consequences of stirring a hornet’s nest. The fake orange flames flickered, casting animated shadows on their faces.

“Sweet, cold, completely harmless. No one here will know the difference. You’re safe with me, tutor boy. I told you—I’m holding up my end of the deal.” Leon sipped again. The fizzy sweetness exploded on his tongue, cutting through the nervous dryness in his mouth. It was good—simple, refreshing, grounding. For a moment, it helped him breathe easier amid the pounding music and swirling bodies. He could feel Aaron’s gaze on him the entire time, heavy and appreciative, like he was cataloging every small reaction.