Jul 15
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Polnareff with lipstick
Making out with Polnareff before leaving your hotel
Joseph had yelled for you and Polnareff to come down for breakfast five minutes ago, yet you were still in your hotel room, locking lips with your sexy boyfriend.
Every day posed a new threat, and Polnareff was always ending up in abnormal, dangerous situations, you it only made sense for you to spend the last few minutes of safety you had kissing him silly before everyone's lives were put at risk.
His back pressed against the wall, Polnareff held you tight in his arms, kissing you with passion that was never to be found with anyone else. Soft moans traveled from his mouth to yours, the kiss growing messier with each passing second.
"Mon cherie..." he murmured, pulling away to stare into your eyes, his own glazed over with desire and lust. Polnareff brought one hand up to cup your jaw, bringing your lips back to his.
Arms around his neck, you pushed yourself impossibly deeper into him, savoring the sweet taste of his spit and the soft plush that were his lips.
Each swipe of Polnareff's tongue against your own sent sparks coursing through your veins. You feel them every time you kiss him, but it never gets old. How could it? Polnareff's such a sweet and gentle lover, one would have to be crazy to get bored with him.
"We... have to go, now." You pull away, breathless, a string of spit still connecting his lips to your own.
Polnareff sighs, his eyes holding a glimmer of sadness. Fear, too. Neither of you would dare to say it out loud, but one of the reasons you savored these kisses was because it could very well be the last.
"Right," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, "Let's go. Don't want to make the others upset."
Can he just dick me down already please
currently on holiday in gran canaria and all i can think about is jean pierre polnareff im so fucking brain rotted i need this french man like i need oxygen
im so serious there is nowhere NEAR enough smut for oldseph and polnareff 💔💔💔 if anyone has recs pls get me clued in or i might just have to start writing some myself ... 😛
thank you polnareff my artblock is over
my first polnareff art EVER!!!
Why dose your profile picture looks like doctor house
It’s Polnareff as Doctor house obviously