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๐ต๐ช๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ โ ateez as types of kissers, sanโs + wooโs is sort of intense
๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ณ๐ฆ โ fluff
๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ โ p.sh xr, k.hj xr, j.yh xr, k.ys xr, c.s xr, s.mg xr, j.wy xr, c.jh xr
๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด โ descriptions of kissing
๐ธ๐ค โ 801
๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ โ love how i write these barely knowing how to kiss myself
๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ, ๐ต๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ณ'๐ด ๐ด๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ด, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด. ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฐ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ "๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต" ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ'๐ด ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ!

โฅใป ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฉ๐ธ๐ข (์ฑํ)
Soft pecks slowly progressing into more. He doesnโt want to overwhelm you, but he canโt help but get lost in the feeling of your lips against his, your scent, your taste, you. His hands hold your own, intertwined and not wanting to let go. His eyes are softly shut, eyelashes fluttered against your cheek as he gathers courage to press his lips more firmly into your own. You didnโt understand what people meant when they say they felt sparks and you still didnโt, because with seonghwa you felt fireworks, sparkling in the sky above the both of you, just two lovers caught in their own world.
ใปโฅใป ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ (ํ์ค)
A kiss with Hongjoong? Passionate. All emotions bursting from the seams into this one kiss. What he canโt say verbally, what he is too afraid to say, all being said in the passionate movement of your lips locked together. He hums in delight at the privilege of this, the intimacy he is allowed to have with you. He is telling you he is grateful, for you, for your love, for your time. He is telling you he will cherish everything, you, your love, your time, this moment.
ใปโฅใป ๐บ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ฐ (์คํธ)
Gentle. He towers over you, even as you sit across from each other on the couch, he still has to lean down to lock your lips together. Gentle kisses, gentle touches. One of his hands rests on your hip, while the other rests on the nape of your neck, guiding you as you dive deeper into the abyss that is Jeong Yunho. His lips are a bit rough, maybe even chapped, but nonetheless full against your own and just as dizzying as ever. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your clothes skin, a form of affection, small, but affection nonetheless. A saying of โI love youโ.
ใปโฅใป ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐จ (์ฌ์)
Shy. His lips hover over yours, hesitant as if giving you a chance to back out. Even after months of dating, he is still hesitant. Your breaths mix together for a moment, before he finally closes the small bit of distance, a small gap, between the two of you. He let out a breath through his nose, a sigh of relief, like kissing you was his oxygen and he was really breathing for the first time. Breathing in real air, not the toxins floating around. Like he was home for the first time. In your arms, in your loving embrace.
ใปโฅใป ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ (์ฐ)
He leads. Hands exploring your body and his tongue your mouth. As soon as his lips make contact with your own, his tongue is darting out to swipe at your bottom lip, a silent request for entrance. You grant it to him, immediately engulfed with the taste of him, itโs dizzying and makes you weak in the knees. You relax, no you melt into him as he explores your mouth, leaving no ridge or edge undiscovered by him. He leaves you breathless as he pulls away, slightly biting at your lip as well. He revels in the way you chase after him for more and he is more than delighted to give you what you want.
ใปโฅใป ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ช (๋ฏผ๊ธฐ)
Awkward at first, neither of you know where to turn your head, the right pace at which to set it at, what to do with your hands. A mess at first for sure, but a mess full of love and giggles. Your teeth clash together more than once, not a pleasant feeling but it is something to laugh at later. But once you find what you both like, itโs perfect. A euphoric feeling to share such intimacy with someone you love like this, to be in such close proximity with your significant other. A perfect match.
ใปโฅใป ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ (์ฐ์)
Wooyoungโs sort of a tease, he likes to brush his lips against yours, hovering over and pulling away when you move to lock them together. But when he gets bored of that, itโs needy. Youโre needy. The both of you. Needy and impatient. Like you have the dire need to have each other or else something terrible would happen. Dramatic, but it works. Your hands are all over each other, yours in his hair and on his forearm, his on your hips and thigh. Youโre each otherโs oxygen, needed to breath, needed to live. Needed to survive.
ใปโฅใป ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฐ (์ข ํธ)
Your lips mold together perfectly. He isnโt too rushed or too slow, too gentle or too rough, just perfect. He knows what you like, what you want without you having to tell him. He picks up your body language and adjusts his movements to make you more comfortable, holds your hand in his ever so gently, as if heโs afraid youโd break like a porcelain doll if he did anything different. He says everything he needs you to know in this kiss and although it may not last long, you get the message.

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