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Imagine an intense kiss with your F/O,
They grab the fabric of your shirt, gathering it in their hands and push you against the nearest wall. Their face is close to yours– you can feel the warmth of their breath on you, and their gaze is trained on you, as if pinning you with their eyes as well.
Your breath catches in your throat as the moment lingers in tension, and then suddenly they close the distance. They press their lips to yours, tugging and sucking with eager hunger. You shiver under them with a soft noise, and as their tongue pushes to intrude your mouth. You open it for them, tasting them suddenly as they deepen the kiss. Their tongue moves against yours and they shift their hands– scooping their arms around you and pulling to their chest.
When they release you, what seems like ages later, your breath is shuddering and ragged and your face is flushed. They stroke their fingers across your cheek, and smile at you, pleased.
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