Crying Hugging Novels & Stories

We all hug again, laughing and crying, tearing up for reasons that don’t matter anymore. Hazel and Joey join us right after, squealing and giggling. But they aren’t alone. I hear Nico and Angelo too before they all come running and squeeze their way into this one giant hug that could only grow bigger and warmer and awesome-r with time. That’s a promise for sure.

I tightly hugged him, unable to find a way to alleviate his sadness. At first, he didn't respond to my hug, but when I did not release him from my grip, he returned my hug in equal favor. I grabbed his shoulder with one arm and, with my other hand, stroked his hair. He bowed to hide his head in my neck's crook and sobbed out loud. I never thought my hug would make him cry. My body froze as I felt the vibrations from his cries. He didn't say anything to me, but I could tell by his tears that something today had wounded him.

I could see hot tears rolling down her cheeks and jw as not even sure why she was crying. “why are you crying? Come here.” I pulled her into a hug, massaging her ass by rubbing it and kissing her head . “That was so nice.

He muttered and wiping his tears, I smiled and took steps closer to him, I caress his face, and wipe his tears with my thumb, and slowly I pulled him into my arms, “Who said men don't cry? Crying is not a sign of weakness, it's actually a sign of how strong that we are, you can cry on my shoulder as much as you want, I promise to wipe your tears” I said to him patting his back, he hugged me back so tightly and broke into tears, I've never seen Nile cry this much, we spent minutes standing in that same position hugging each other When he finally pulled away, he turned away from me

His hands are loosely placed over the side of her face. She is shaking, the way kids cry when they have been shaken by fear. He hugs her tightly, and just lets her cry because that's best if she lets it out. While she cries, she looks into his eyes are all she sees

Hajun saw his boyfriend muffling his sob's while placing his hands on his mouth, he moved closer to Jiho and hugged him tightly. "Baby, it's ok. come on stop crying" Hajun mumbled sweet words to Jiho. Jun looked up at Yeon and sniffled, Yeon pinched Jun's nose with a smile and cleaned the tear stains, "Now...now crybaby get up. see you made your best friend cry" Jun snapped his head towards Jiho and saw him crying in someone's arms whom he didn't know. Realizing he was the reason Jiho is crying right now, Jun got tears in his eyes again.

“You know, I do not like you. Neither do I have any plan of being in a relationship with you, but can I get a hug? I asked as I began to cry profusely. “Oh, no. You don’t have to cry.” He said as he hugged me. I felt warm and even cried more as he really felt accommodating. I couldn’t cry silently, but cried out my whole heart, not minding how loud or how babyish I sounded. But each pat made me feel even more willing to cry out my pain. ~

Hugging his knees close to his chest, he sought comfort in a tight embrace. The door creaked open, revealing a masculine figure. The sight of Dallin crying wasn't uncommon for the elder, though it pained him each time. He approached Dallin, enveloping him in a warm hug. In his grief-stricken state, Dallin hardly registered who was by his side, only allowing himself to be held.

He repeats the same thing, but as a delicate whisper in my hair. I am having a hard time believing that he is hugging me. This is such a weird reaction from him. He is not the usual let me hug—you—better type. I forget about crying and stand there, in his arms, unable to hug him back awkwardly. It takes me a few moments to process the reality. It feels so nonsexual and selfless. “ I don’t like it when you cry. ” He tells me, in the same velvety whisper which steals the breath out of my lungs.

“Don’t cry.” It’s the last little nudge to complete the breakdown. Choking me. The last flood as wails erupt, and I throw myself fully into his arms and let him hold onto me and hug me tight. Falling over him from my higher position, yet I don’t care because this is so necessary. Wrapping around his neck and burying my tear-drenched face in the crook of his neck, to be suffocated by warm skin and masculine scent over strong shoulders. I let it out.