Korean Playful Kiss Novels & Stories

I was feeling sore in my lower region. "I'm craving for it" I pout, he looks at the lips and he absentmindedly kisses it. I giggled making him chuckle. He didn't stop looking at me, his hand came over to my hair and stroke it soothingly, I don't know but I feel relaxed and safe. And I never knew Korean guys are good at fuckin'. My eyes slowly starts to close before sleep slowly starts to take over me. ******* TWO DAYS LATER I was dressed in a black lace dress that show off my black long dress with a front slit by my left, it hugs my body firmly. A black simple heels on my legs.

She winked "I miss you so much" I hugged her "No I miss you more" "No I miss you lots" "I miss you a lot” She hugged me "Now kiss" I said and she gave me a peck on the lips. I pouted. "That's not a kiss" I protested "It is" She turned back but I quickly caught her and kissed her. I don't care my friends look or not. "Iuw PG-13" Soeun said "PDA much?" Josh asked "Yaaaa stop kissing in front of us" James protested

Jung-Won makes Eun-Hee sit on his lap and she feeds him food. After having dinner, Eun-Hee wipes Jung-Won’s lips and pecks him. He smiles and pulls her closer to her waist and leans to kiss her. His lips touch her, Eun-Hee closes her eyes as she feels his lips on her, Jung-Won kisses her softly, making her heart pound faster. He leans down to her jawline and kisses her softly. Eun-Hee tightens her grip on Jung-Won's shoulders. Jung-Won smirks and feels happy to see his wife feeling the same as before. Jung-Won looks into her eyes and smiles. “I Love You.” She smiles and hugs him. “I Love You Too.” Jung-Won takes her in his arms and goes towards their room. “Let’s continue it in our room,” Ju

the youth spoke of was this. "We did it sufficiently last night too. The match starts soon, uuugh..." Haneul Jang's protest was eaten into Yuhwan's rough kiss. Yuhwan's hand was already moving flexibly like sliding while skillfully unfastening the buckle. The youth's hot breath tickling his ears drew a low groan. "That is that, and this is this."

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

My heart started to beat fast because of the closeness of his face to me. "That's not a kiss, my lady. It's just a peck. Want me to show the real kiss?" A playful smirk was shown on his handsome face that made my face turn crimson. With trembling fingers, I took from my bag the key and handed it to him. "F-Fine, you drive," I said in disgust as he just laughed. I looked at him and entered the passenger's seat. I took a deep breath when he closed it. I then took a glance at him and my eyes widened when he winked at me. I immediately averted my eyes because I could hear his laughter.

Beside her stood a young woman in a loose sweater, holding a baby boy no older than a year in her arms. On her left ring finger was a simple band, nearly identical to ours.

which was processing what she said to translate to Nihonggo: “I need to go. My mentor is calling for me.” “Okay, Mina. Always remember, be careful,” Wendy said as she gave Mina a flying kiss which the latter returned a heart formed by two fingers (the signature heart gesture from Korean culture). They both giggled at each other before Mina decided to finally leave the group’s current position. Wendy pursed her lips as she turned to face the latter, restating the what’s left on the conversation, “Back to the topic... I realized I need to—” but she was cut off when a voice called out for her name, approaching their stance.