Blade

He was so sweet! Your giggles echoed through the room as you squeezed Blade's cheeks with your hands. He grumbled in displeasure, but his red cheeks gave you a lot of pleasure. It was so rare to see any emotion on his face.

You fawned and purred like a March cat, climbing into his lap.

"Stop it!" Blade finally said, putting his hands on your tiny waist and squeezing it gently. However, you had another trump card in your hands, with which you easily parried his protests, namely about his promise for Valentine's Day.

"Do whatever you want, just don't make me watch snotty TV shows." His expression became even more pained, as if he had already signed his own death warrant.

Blade sighed and nuzzled your neck, leaving soft and wet kisses. "You do understand what happens if you overdo it, right?" while he was saying this, your hands were already under the guy's T-shirt and outlined the abs cubes, sinking lower and lower. He growled slightly into your neck, squeezing your fragile waist almost to bruises.

"You don't know how to stop in time, do you?" With a sharp movement, he knocked you down on the couch, roughly touching your hips. "Now try to be quiet, doll."