I Will Hug Him And Squeeze Him Novels & Stories

He didn't deserve any of it. Ignoring the awkwardness of the situation, I scooted closer and wrapped him in a hug. It wasn't a romantic gesture, but a simple act of comfort, a way to show him he wasn't alone. He stiffened for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact, but then slowly melted into my embrace.

I fееl safe and I аllоw hіm tо tаkе mу mouth. Hе stops and lооkѕ іntо my еуеѕ, standing uр аnd рullіng mе іntо a long hug аѕ I lеаn into hіm, giving hіѕ ѕtrеngth tо me.

I саn рrоbаblу dо whаtеvеr I wаnt tо hіm. I соntіnuе tо dо аѕ hе’ѕ telling me. I squeeze hіѕ сосk hеаd аnd grіnd my fіѕt аt thе base of hіѕ сосk. It’ѕ fullу extended nоw.

I don't know why I am crying because I am really happy to see him here. Infact, I have this strong urge to hug him, one rib crushing hug! But there was a sense of reluctance too. Should I do it? Why not? But... Oh just fu*k it! Taking some quick three steps, I practically launched myself at him, engulfing him in a tight hug. Too tight! As if I was afraid that he would just melt down like ice the next moment or would just evaporate in the air. At first there was no reaction from him.

he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. “A little bit, yeah. But I think I could get used to cheesy Seb. In fact. I think I like it.” I shrug like it’s no big deal. He gives me a wry smile before grabbing my hands and wrapping them around his waist so I can hug him. I look up at him as he releases my hands and places his own on my shoulders, running his fingers down along my skin, the sparks popping with the gentle touch in the line he strokes on my arms.

The confident determination shining in his eyes, mirroring my dreams of acceptance and belonging, gave me hope for a brighter future. Taking a deep breath, I smiled even more as I hugged him. The scent of his cologne filled my senses, and I couldn't help but revel in the warmth of his embrace. The moment I hugged him, I felt his heart beating so fast, as if it were trying to escape from his chest. It took him a couple of seconds before he hugged me back, his arms wrapping around me with a tenderness that made my heart flutter.

He opened his eyes and grabbed my hand that was slapping him to stop it, saying, "We also need to practice like this, don't you think so?" "I-I don't," I replied. "You're so small," he ignored what I said and hugged me even tighter. "I-I-I can't breathe!" I said. "Oops," he said as he let go of me. "You're not hugging me anymore, you're squeezing me! Are you planning on breaking my bones, huh?" I shouted. He smiled, which made me even more annoyed. "Okay, sorry, don't be mad at me." "Whatever," I pouted.

More tears fill my eyes. But I force them back. “Thank you.” “You are welcome,” he smiles and slightly squeezes my hand before he stands up and pulls me into a hug. The embrace is brief but solid. It is exactly the kind of warm hug that says everything without needing words. Nevertheless, I whisper. “I won't let you down.” “I know you won't,” he whispers back, patting my back gently before he releases me and pulls back. Next, I return to Liam's side.

I say but he continues to keep quiet. I then hug him, really tight. I know he doesn't like embraces but I don't care because he really needs one right now. He usually fights me off when I even touch him slightly in a caring way but this time he doesn't fight me. He welcomes the hug, and even hugs me too. Really tight. I can feel his heart beat a mile a minute and I desperately need him to calm down.

He looks at our fingers and I squeeze his hand. "It's okay, go ahead. I don't mind," I say, and he squeezes back.