Tight Hug Novels & Stories

He pulled me on my wrist when I did that and so he was now hugging me with on top of him. “He..y, let go… of me…” More than that, he was hugging me tightly that I couldn’t even breath. It was the first time someone hugged me this tight other than my family, so I was a bit shy and awkward. He groaned in my ear that instantly made my face blush. I struggled to get out of his arms but he was stronger, so in the end, I let out a deep sigh and stopped struggling. “At least let me breath, Jean Pierre.”

he expressed, causing me to acknowledge my rapid breathing and how tense I really was. Without thinking I let go of his hand and wrapped my arms over his torso, inhaling his scent greedily. I noticed it seems to calm me whenever I was tense, so I really wanted it right now. Tyler was taken unawares as he didn’t anticipate the hug I graced him with but he returned it nevertheless and even hugged me tighter. I managed to regulate my breathing as I was wrapped in his strong embrace.

I stumbled to keep up with him. This was unlike the times when he would pull me in and press me against the door for a heated kiss. This was unlike the times when he would be charming and mysterious as he led me to secluded corners. Instead, Tucker pulled me into a tight, sincere hug. I felt all the butterflies in the world erupt into flight in my stomach, up to my chest, and out of my mouth in little relieved giggles. I hugged him back, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as his were around my waist. I felt at peace.

He didn't even look at it. Instead, he took one more step, closing the distance until I could smell the sandalwood and dark chocolate on his skin. Before I could breathe, he reached out and pulled me into a tight, crushing hug. It wasn't a hug of a stranger or a business partner. It was the hug of someone who had been holding their breath for a decade and had finally found oxygen. His arms were like iron bands around me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I felt him shudder—a deep, visceral tremor that vibrated through my own chest.

It was not like the others. He squeezed me so tight that I was unable to breath. I tried to pull away to breathe but he just held me tighter. After struggling some time, he pulled away as he hugged me. It was as if he won't even let air pass, as if I would go along with the air I was confused as to what is going on. That is when I felt something hot and wet in my shoulder.

That I have no reason to lay on my bed or stay longer even just a minute or else I want to be late for school and get my record tainted. I felt a hot huff nuzzling on my neck, and perhaps this morning routine have been for ages grown for us. I felt his arm just under my boob squeezing me. It’s a comfortable feeling indeed but knowing that it’s not from a person you supposed to like is really bothering. He hugs me like a koala, a baby that can’t be separated from his mother. I tried moving my arms to shake it, just trying to wake him up. But instead he hugs me even tighter that my cherries slightly moving up, and it hurts.

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Sighing deeply, she relaxed against him and looped her arms around his waist. In front of her, Layne fought the overwhelming panic that engulfed him when she got closer. It was like this every time he tried to let someone get close—his skin felt like it was on fire. Like it was too tight for his body. One move and it would crack, showing the bones and tendons underneath. He set his back teeth and told himself that he would live through this. He had to let someone hug him; he needed interaction just like any other human needed.

Why is he…hugging me? I couldn’t see anything with my face buried against his chest. His arms around my body only seemed to tighten as if he couldn’t bear to let me escape from him again. He was hugging me too tightly for it to feel comfortable, but I didn’t seem to mind at all. Even though it felt like he might end up crushing my bones in his powerful embrace, I didn’t mind at all. “Your body is trembling,” Bradon whispered matter-of-factly.

he said softly, his voice a command, not a request. He reached out and pulled me into a hug. But it wasn't a normal hug. It was too tight. Too close. His muscular arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my body flush against his rock-hard frame. I gasped as I felt the hardness of his chest press directly against my sensitive, erect nipples. A jolt of electricity shot through me, so intense it made my knees buckle.