Taekook Kissing Novels & Stories

The tongue tried to separate the lips, like a snake trying to wriggle inside the oral cavity. Hong HanSeok reached out his hand to push him away but stopped, he put his arm around his neck, actively opening his mouth. As soon as he noticed that there was a gap, he slipped his tongue in to stir the inside and wriggle every nook and cranny. Like enjoying delicious food, not a high-alcohol wine or a glass of Sae Breeze. He has kissed and kissed many people before, but he didn't have this feeling. A new and special taste, it's only in Hong Hanseok. The kiss only ended when his face was red from lack of oxygen. He panted trying to get the air he needed, blaming Lee Seunghee for being exactly a gl

She paused, moaning as she twirled around in circles. "Jackie!" Nat nudged me. "Spill. Now. It's not everyday you get to kiss The Enzo Hernandez. You must feel like a changed woman, don't you?" She winked. My brows furrowed in confusion. "Who?" I knew they were talking about the kiss at the café, but I had never heard that name in my life.

"Here's your basket sir." ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ During the entire ride, I held onto her hand and I would occasionally give it a kiss. We set up in a secluded area and sat. We would feed each other and I would lean in to kiss the smears near her mouth. She shocked me when she got onto my lap facing me and lowered her mouth to mine for a kiss. "Cole, thank you for showing me another side of you. I should say I like this version better." "I told you that I wanted to make this work between us. I meant it."

He leaned into her clumsy kiss, the taste of tequila lingering on her lips. Their kiss deepened, causing a tangle of limbs and breathless moans. Their clothes were shed in a hurried rage, and their movements fueled by a potent mix of alcohol and unspoken desires. Succumbing to the allure of her beauty, he surrendered to his impulse. Their bodies entwined in a moment of intense pleasure.

She smiled sheepishly and I gave her a quick awkward kiss on the cheek before we walked out of the room and went into different directions. What the hell was that? That was definitely not just kissing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TAYA’s POV : What the hell was that? That was definitely not just kissing.

"Is that supposed to be a kiss? Do you need me to teach you how?" Before Dean could respond, he lowered his head and kissed him. This time, it wasn’t a mere fleeting touch, but a deep kiss, filled with intensity, dominance, and an unmistakable sense of control. Shawn's lips pressed firmly against his, his tongue expertly slipping past his teeth, and slithered into his mouth, greedily claiming his breath.

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.

no, Charlotte. I swallow. “Right,” I add quickly. “It was not planned.” One truth in a sea of lies would wash out souls clean, right? “Clearly,” the host laughs, “that kind of tension can’t be faked.” Tension……oh, you haven’t had the slightest clue. “Alright,” she leans forward, knowing her voice conspiratorially, “one word, both of you……describe that kiss.”

Tae-Hoon said not sensing her confusion yet and Hani widened her eyes at the word ‘love’ coming out of his mouth. “And you came this close to me and then...” he leaned his face closer to her, making their noses brush against each other and blew a kiss in the air, making a kissing sound, “kissed me.” Hani was at a loss for words. First, whatever Tae-Hoon was uttering was not a part of her memory from last night and second, the SHIM FREAKING TAE-HOON was saying that he confessed to her last night and now was being that close to her that she could feel his breath on her lips.

I said. Isa scoffed at me. "Then you should ask Rogie why he kissed you in that day." My brow knotted and before I could ask Isa again, I saw Rogie entering the classroom like a model. His hair danced through the cool breeze as he stalked his way towards his chair, lips crooked into a thin smile, hands inside his pockets, and wearing his uniform with a reddish stain. My lips parted when I noticed the strong smell of ketchup around the air.