Batman Kissing Joker Novels & Stories

“Go away, June.” “Nope.” She yanked the pillow off me with zero remorse. “You have that post-date glow, my friend. That ‘I kissed the captain and saw God’ glow.” I laughed despite myself. “You’re ridiculous.” “Maybe, but I’m right.” She spat into the sink dramatically, rinsed her mouth, then turned with narrowed eyes and crossed arms. “Confess, sinner. Did he kiss you?” My silence said it all. Her jaw dropped. “OH MY GOD, HE DID! You kissed him! No—wait—he kissed you! Holy plot twist, Batman!”

Not with everything going on. He pulls back, licking his lips, his eyes glinting with that dangerous mix of desire and madness. “You say that now, Tiny Demon,” he whispers, his hands sliding lower, teasing. “But I can tell ya wishin’ we weren’t so busy.” His grin is feral, like a wolf on the hunt, and he leans in again, biting at my neck this time, playful but still wild. I shove him back, breathless, laughing despite myself. “We don’t have time for this, Joker! You need to focus. We need to focus,” I say, trying to pull myself together, though every inch of me is still buzzing from his touch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Step the fuck away from her Pius.” He said angrily. I couldn't tell if he was angry at me or angry at–wait what? Puis? His name is Pius? Why do I feel like I've heard it before? Before I could react to anything, I felt a hand at the back of my neck and the next thing I knew, warm, moist lips on mine. It was Joker…and he was kissing me, what? He broke the kiss with a wide smile before getting inside his car and driving away. I was so perplexed, what was that for? I felt so disgusted, why?

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

I recognized Jozzer's voice, so I opened it, and my eyes widened when he suddenly came inside. "W-what are you doing?" I said nervously. He just gave me a mischievous smile and then kissed me. I held onto his shoulders and stood on my tiptoes a bit. We kissed passionately while my naked body was pressed against him. He wasn't wearing a top, and his jogging pants were getting wet. We were both breathless when our lips parted. I thought he was going to leave, but he suddenly knelt in front of me and kissed my stomach. "Are you crazy? Not here, hey!" I scolded him, but he just laughed softly. His hands grabbed the cheeks of my buttocks and pulled me closer until his mouth brushed against my cen

Tara giggled, "Bet there's a few babies in there...babies that would grow up to be well-endowed young men!" Once I was done, she pulled off and let my dick slap over my groin. Clearly holding some in her mouth, she held her lips tight, and pressed them against Tara's. It was hot as fuck; you could see them sharing, moving it back and forth with their tongues. Eventually, they both swallowed, and kissed my face; Jodi smiled, "How'd you like your roll in the hay with Wonder Woman and Poison Ivy?"

He stated with a devious grin. “Alright. Just don’t hurt me.” I whispered. We finished the last box and he swung me down towards the ground and kissed me. “Didn’t hurt a bit, did it?” He asked holding me there. “Not one bit!” I replied as he brought me back up. We leaned in and shared several kisses. I felt my desire start to well up as we continued to kiss. He cupped my face as I pulled him closer. “Dinner!” Bart called from the main room. Conor pulled away from me but that was not the answer I wanted. I lunged and continued kissing him. He chuckled a throaty laugh and kissed me some more.

It was time for the kiss. My heart battered against my ribs. I closed my eyes, bracing for the inevitable. The touch of his lips, a dry, papery whisper, a withered branch against my own. I did not recoil, but every fiber of my being screamed in protest. It was not Jonathan's kiss. It was his father, a king whose hands were caked with the dust of centuries of tradition. The kiss was a transaction, a final sealing of my fate.

Arka crashed his lips onto Bima’s. This wasn't a kiss for a game. This wasn't acting. The second their lips met, Bima felt his entire world crumble. Arka didn't just press his lips against his; he devoured them with a pure, primal hunger. The kiss was wild, deep, and filled with a lethal declaration of ownership. It was as if Arka wanted to prove to everyone in the room that the lips they had seen laughing earlier were his territory alone.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”