Bakugo Kissing Novels & Stories

Kenji supported her back and corrected the rushed, awkward kiss Akiko had given him. Softer and gentler. It was more intoxicating than anything Akiko had experienced yesterday—back when they were in the hospital.

In that moment, all I was filled with was the love that I had for him. “I need you to know that I won’t go anywhere.” I told him kissing his chest as I bent over. His hand gripped my legs which were wrapped around him. “I will stay with you and we will fight whatever we have to, okay?” I said softly. Todd nodded and I saw him smirk in the darkness. “Yes ma’am.” He said with a chuckle. “Good.” I said moving gently against his groin. “Fuck baby!” He begged me with a growl that sent a thousand jolts to my body.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

I felt a hot tear leak out, burning as it slipped down my cheek. Owen nodded slowly. "I understand." He reached out and wiped the tear from my face with his thumb, cradling my jaw in his hand. His eyes shone with tears as he leaned forward and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and tried to put every detail of it into my memory. The way his lips were soft against mine, the taste of his skin, the warmth of his hand, the smell of his cologne. I mentally cataloged it, trying to secure it in my mind so I would forever remember it.

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin

"I want him to notice me, I don't care if he has a girlfriend" "They look so cute together and I adore them so much" "If my boyfriend does not behave like this, imma gonna break up with him" "He is so caring, can't you see how he opened her car door" They continued murmuring inaudible words among themselves and shockingly, Aaron hold Cercelia's waist and kissed her romantically in front of the students and the murmuring becomes louder echoeing. "I love this couples so much" "I am their biggest fans" They clapped their hands immediately Aaron broke the kiss, he kissed her one more time before releasing and she left to her room embarrassed because of the students that stared at the both of the

He sucked in a breath when he saw my lingerie. He looked into my eyes and then he placed his lips on mine. Fireworks exploded in my head, I had forgotten what kissing him felt like, but my body still knew how to react. The kiss wasn't soft or cool, no, it was rough and fierce, like he was punishing me for something. He pulled my bottom lip, biting it as he released it. Antonio carried me to the bed, placing me on it like I was some fragile egg that he was scared to break.

“Don’t… don’t touch me beyond… a kiss.” His eyes search mine, sharp and unyielding, but I see the flicker of restraint in them. He doesn’t move, although I can feel the tension vibrating through his body, every muscle locked like a predator forced into a cage. “A kiss?” he repeated slowly, his lips curving into the faintest, bitter smile. “Do you know what you’re doing to me, Yongju?” My throat tightens. "I... I’m sorry. I just—" Baekhoon exhales loudly, then drops his forehead against mine. His breath brushes across my lips, hot and uneven. “You’re driving me crazy.” His voice is raw, husky, the kind that burns into my chest and makes it harder to breathe.

Their mouths melded in a tender embrace, a tableau of shared emotion and relief, a testament to the power of a kiss that needed no words to convey its depth. Time seemed to suspend itself in the breathless interlude of their kiss, their lips lingering in a communion that bore witness to the intertwining of souls. Antonio’s kiss held a fervency that spoke of pent-up emotions, a reservoir of feelings that had been contained and now surged forth in that simple yet profound gesture. A gentle collision of lips was followed by a bolder, more daring plunge, a fleeting moment of heightened connection that mirrored the urgency of their shared journey.