𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑨 𝑯 . 𑁤

ᗢ ┗━━━━━━⊱ 𝒞͟𝘈𝘛𝘚 𝘈𝘓𝘞𝘈𝘠𝘚 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘙 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑻 ⊰━━━━━━┛

“My tongue... My lips. The bottom set, darling.”

Barely, with how much you flaunt them in my face…

(Eyes widen, as a blush creeps under her mask.) That’s not…I don’t…! The…the accents on your outfit draw the eyes!

(That smile. That dammed smile.) Just know, whatever ‘business’ you have, I’ll be watching. (Her face was a scowl, but the wagging tail behind her betrayed her.)

(An ear twitches, trying to hide how much she enjoys being called that.) What are you up to? I feel as if you’re up to no good.

(Narrowing her eyes.) Miss Hardy.

ㅤ        ❛ it sounds like a punishment waiting to happen, doesn't it? ❜ she speaks softly to her, brushing bangs clear from the cat's face. pretty gorgeous and absolutely spoiled as described prior. she leans in for another kiss, swiping her tongue to make brims glisten. —

ㅤ        ❛ fine ~ . . . fifteen minutes. ❜ a smile in between words and affection, making sure her partner was given all her attention. little nibbles to the bottom lip before snuggling in closer.ㅤ        ❛ you're such a bad influence. ♡ ❜