Kissing Hug Novels & Stories

The device landed on the floor with a soft thud, the call automatically connecting. "Oppa" Evangeline whispered, her voice loud with excitement, she hugged him tightly. Her lips found him in a passionate kiss that left him breathless. "I missed you so much. I missed your hug, kiss, your scent, and everything" Then, their kiss went deep, and a silent conversation went between them. Ha-Joon's hands were run over her waist, pulling her closer. He guided her toward the bed, their bodies moving together in a slow, almost reverent dance. Their kisses grew wilder than before, and both started eating each other kisses on the bed. Her breath gets heavy, and his cold hand moves inside her blouse, trac

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

she said, staring at him. “Hmm.” He just hummed in return. “Wake up.” She repeated, whining like a child. But suddenly he hugged her tightly, caught her off guard. “W-W-What are you doing?!” She froze in his hug. “Five minutes,” he replied with closed eyes. “Let me go! You stink!” she said, closing her nose. She tried hard to escape from the hug but he locked her with his legs. “Let me tell you one fact. Hugging is very good for our health. So, we must hug at least one minute per day. This is a command,” he stated with closed eyes.

He smiled at her “Only when the person opposite is you, that I want to hug. Only when the opposite is you, that I want to kiss. And… only when the person opposite is you … that make I want to ‘do’ .” The more he spoke, the more Lars's face lowered, closer to Keelin's. Keelin nervously dared not breathe, her face flushed red, her heart beating faster now than in the elevator crash. And when the distance between the two was only five centimeters, the door suddenly opened

Amalthea was strong enough to stop her body from going down to her pair, but psychologically, she did not want to fight her energy anymore. The pair hugged each other for a long moment, the world was theirs, the beating of their hearts, the warmth of their touch, and the bond that sang between them. The hug shortly turned into a kiss. Hot lips found shelter in each other, the kiss got deeper, and there was an explosion of emotions inside both of their bodies. But it was another dream that was short-lived.

His lips are holding back laughter, and I swallow thickly to give in. "Fine," I wet my lips. "But don't make a big deal out of this—it's such an awkward thing already." Smirking, Killian presents me with his back. With his chin resting on his burly shoulder, he watches me wrap myself around him through his thick eyelashes. I'm so embarrassed. "Aw, don't be shy—I don't bite, and if we are doing this, you need to hug me as if your life depended on it." My heart skips a beat when I realize he is right—the safest option to go through with this without falling is to hug his neck, and I inhale before squeezing him with hot cheeks.

he whines. Just that has me ready to cum again. I bite down on his matemark and he immediately groans out my name. His cock pulses inside of me as I feel him cum deep within me, triggering my own orgasm. I pull away from his neck, leaning my head against the wall behind me, trying to calm my breathing. Diego pulls out of me and sets me down. He leans into me, wrapping his arms around me. He puts his forehead and nose against mine, breathing the same air as me. He remains there for 10 heartbeats. The hongi is a sign of respect in the Māori culture, though it is a greeting. The longer the hongi is held, the more respect is being expressed.

A reciprocal smile graced my lips, a mirror of the emotions that had passed between us. With an unspoken understanding, we drew closer, our embrace a testament to the connection we shared. The hug enveloped us in a cocoon of comfort, a sanctuary where words became secondary to the raw emotions that pulsed between us. My hands found their way to her back, mirroring the gesture she offered, a silent exchange that spoke volumes.

We go to her friends and I tell them I had a great time, even though it was awkward with them trying to get close to me. One of them asks for a hug, and I offer her a handshake. I give Chloe a hug, which males my thirsty wolf ecstatic. ‘That’s it? That’s all?’ He growls, and I want to laugh, but I manage to keep a straight face. “No kiss?” Chloe pouts when we get to the car that I called to pick me up. “It’s not in the contract, that means I will do it when I feel like it.” “How are people going to believe that we are a coup...”

The man chuckled, lifting her off the ground slightly as he returned the hug, his eyes sparkling with affection. As they pulled back, their gazes locked, and in a spontaneous moment, they leaned in and shared a sweet kiss. Isla felt a wave of warmth wash over her as she witnessed the connection between her friend and the man. It was clear that their bond was strong, and she couldn't help but smile at the sight.