《SelfShipping/ My Stories》Cheater!! (Old)
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Ink × Neon
SPICY FLUFF
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Sitting on the couch was predator and prey, or in simpliar terms ink and neon. Both playing a competitive 1v1 fighter game as ink was loosing. He huffed angrily his ears flipping back as he glanced at neon. She was new to games but played them perfessionally, he needed to somehow destract her to win!
Glancing at her again he noticed the lollipop in her mouth, the straw tucked to the left edge of her smiling lips. Smirking he quickly moved over to her, making her face him and giving her a kiss. She squeaked in reply, allowing ink to move his tongue into her mouth to explore. She blushed a bright yellow, not fully comprehending what going on before ink moved back to his spot as quick as he moved to her. killing her player quickly as the tv spoke.
"INK WINS" Realizing what he did, she flattens her ears. "y-you-u ch-hea-ated!" she whines as ink chuckles. Swirling the stolen lollipop to the right side of his mouth. "there was no rules to break, sugar~" She whines again looking away and crossing her arms. That was her favorite lollipop too...
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