#ch;tripp

[rvlerofmyheavt]

◉ Face-Lands-In-Cleavage cliche (with snOW)

“Snow I sweat I ju-” The monk wasn’t able to finish his sentence. Because of the damned shoe buckle. Tripp didn’t make a mental note from last time. 

Now he found his face in Snow’s cleavage. His heart was beating once again. Whatever he was about to say left his mind. He tried to look up at Snow’s face. 

Again, the expression wasn’t readable to him. Tripp felt almost clueless. How could this happen to him again? The monk must have angered Buddha somehow- that's the only explanation.   

He did the same thing once more. His hands touching her breasts instead of his face. Tripp apologized for the incident yet again. It was some sick sense of deja vu. 

“I-I’m sorry for touching your sacred area.” He said. Snow raised her eyebrow, not with condemnation but more curiosity. 

“Then why are you still touching them?” Snow asked. Trip gulped but he felt himself smirk again. “Maybe I lied.” Trip said, rubbing his thumb caressing her.He might as well be honest

@nectarandsclt

[rvlerofmyheavt]

◉ Face-Lands-In-Cleavage cliche || trip & asha (you know i had to)

“Asha, wait up don’t you want to continue med-” The monk tripped on his own shoe buckle. 

Everything happened so fast. Yet so slow. His face landed on top of her cleavage. And his face didn’t move fast enough. Trip was stunned by his own actions. Why wasn’t he moving? Why is he letting his face stay there. He was a man of Buddha. 

He looked at Asha’s face. There was an unreadable expression. The monk felt his own heart race. His face was near her breasts and there’s no indication on her  part what to do. If he didn’t know any better, Asha might be enjoying it. 

Trip felt himself move away but he placed his hands instead of his face. He tried to say the words. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I didn’t mean to touch your sacred area.” Trip didn’t want to say tits. He really didn’t want to sound immature. 

Asha only raised her eyebrow. 

“Then why are you still touching it?” Asha said pointing out his hands on her chest.For some reason, Tripp attempted to smirk. “Maybe I lied.”