i've been meaning to do this since forever lol. anyway, i just wanted to compile the major kiss scenes from my fics, starting with the oldest and getting to the most recent fic

(feel free to steal this and post your own!)

tbh i'm kind of proud of how i write my kisses, seeing as i've never had my first kiss because no one loves me

anyway, for the longer fics, i can't really find them lol, but here goes

Senpai, Please Don't Kill Me

“Close your mouth,” Tao commanded and Sehun obeyed. “Because . . . maybe this is moving to fast . . . but . . .”

Tao knelt down and leaned forward. His body was too close to Sehun's crotch. His face was so close to Sehun's.

And it became closer. And their lips touched.

There was still so much pain and Sehun couldn't kiss back (wait, kissing?) but his thoughts were going crazy and he swore there were butterflies and rainbows everywhere.

Senpai noticed me! But I didn't want senpai to notice me? Lips! Cartier love bracelets. Couple jewelry. Glorious, kissable lips on mine. Smells good. Luhan would be so jealous. Senpai lips. Too much dopamine. A bit of serotonin. Tao lips. Tao.

Sehun closed his eyes and put his arms around Tao's neck, pulling him closer.

He felt so alive. (Even though the quick heart beat was probably not healthy.)

Stolen by the Moon

Yixing unfurled his wings, encasing the two in feathers and silver. He leaned in and Yifan felt his fangs protracting, sharp points piercing Yixing's lip. Blood bubbled and trickled out, landing onto Yifan's tongue, suddenly there to catch it. It was fire and honey- the devil's nectar that flowed in the angel's veins, sating a bottomless thirst. Yifan sighed, breath tickling Yixing's ear.

Red and Regret

He sees Luhan on the ground, staring at a broken picture frame and the phone forgotten beside him. Everything's so broken. Everything, Sehun thinks and he drops down and begins kissing the red away. The metallic coppery taste fills his senses and he wants to cry because he's used to it but he really shouldn't.

Just Have Some Fun

“Can I help you?” Kai asked in genuine concern.

There were too many thoughts running in Kyungsoo's mind that he didn't even know what was happening, except that Kai also seemed to have just had an epiphany. He leaned over again under the stare of Kyungsoo's panicking eyes and whispered, “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

Kyungsoo closed his eyes.

Danse Macabre

He crawled over to where his boyfriend was sitting and impulsively kissed him. Without thinking, Sehun wrapped his arms around the other, pulling him closer. “Do dogs get lung cancer?” he asked, prematurely breaking off the kiss. “You should stop smoking.”

Tao leaned in to steal another kiss. “What about me? What if I get cancer?” 

“If you cared, you wouldn't be doing it,” Sehun replied, rolling his eyes. He breathed in deeply, letting the scent of shampoo, cigarettes and something else wash over him.

Xiumin groaned, quietly and more like a sigh. “Don't leave if I fall asleep,” he whispered back and was rewarded with a breathy laugh.

He shivered under Luhan's caresses and somewhere between sweet butterfly kisses, Luhan opened his mouth ever so slightly, just wide enough to breathe out the beginnings of a melody.

The kiss was cautious as first, not sure what they were doing and testing out the PDA tolerance of the audience members surrounding them. Then Junmyeon threw all caution and doubt to the wind as they melded into each other. Their lips and bodies and everything else fit with each other perfectly, almost naturally, and Jongin felt less alone, less empty.

He didn't care that he wasn't really Jongin at the moment. He didn't care that Junmyeon was just an alias and he shouldn't fall for his target. He could almost forget that his brother was dead. All he could feel was Kyungsoo's lips on his, his soft lips, and . . . was that a tongue?

But finally, they must have done something that crossed the line and an old lady sitting behind them coughed loudly. Kyungsoo pushed away quickly, flushed cheeks visible even in the dim environment. Junmyeon turned his focus back to the ballet, a satisfied grin still on his face.

They had kissed, letting their tongues and bodies say the words that they couldn't the utter, all the "I love you"s and "goodbye"s that they would never be able to say again.

Footprints in the Snow

At the end, I think I was saying something about going back inside, when he walked over to me and shut me up. With his lips. 
I'm blushing just thinking about it. Our first kiss. 
Oh my god.
Anyway, it was like a drama kiss. He was totally into it, while I was stunned into silence, my eyes wide open. And before I could even enjoy it, he stepped back. And he said, “Actually, I had a long speech I was going to say, but you wouldn't shut up, so I had to do this instead.”

And then we kissed and I closed my eyes this time.
I'm really bad at describing things, but just imagine the two of us, standing inside a heart made out of footprints, kissing while the snow fell all around us. That kiss, and Minseok . . . it was just so . . .

Scribbled in the Dark

They complement each other, they need each other. He absorbs all of Sehun's anger -- pounded into him with every punch, pressed into him with every hungry kiss, ed into him through every entrance. It is placed into him with those long slim fingers, spreading him wide and filling him with heat. He breathes it in, lets out the bad blood and it forms the red string of fate. It mixes with the white on the palette of their bodies, leaving sticky pink roses all over him. Little bouquets of lips, fingerprints, scratches, bruises. They decorate his body, too late for Valentine's Day, too early for his funeral.

Aphelion

The good thing about going to school in the middle of nowhere was just that they were in the middle of nowhere. They ran through the cornfield, fingers interlocked and Yixing watched in delight as her hair flew in the wind. They giggled at something and fell down, down onto the ground. Yixing landed on the girl, lips in the right place as if scripted, filling the night sky with wet, noises.

18: Deceit

Lips.

Sehun's lips crashing into Lay's lips; teeth clattering against each other, a knee against a thigh, fingers gripping arms; Lay's eyes wide open, staring as Sehun's slowly opened. For a brief moment, they melded into each other like they belonged together. And then Lay resisted, or shifted a bit, and Sehun shot back to his original position on the ground and it was over.

An unexpected serenity hung over the library as Lay stared, still in shock but acutely aware of a craving for the absent physical contact.

"Huh." Sehun pouted a bit. "That was how our first kiss went, by the way." He was so casual and Lay didn't ing get it. "We were in my dad's study and you randomly kissed me. It was sudden and awkward."

"Oh."

What was he supposed to do with this information? Did it mean he had truly felt something more for Sehun in the past? It was doubtful, but having Oh Sehun in his arms, being the only one to hold him, marking him, gave him a rush of dopamine and epinephrine.

He cleared his throat, creating ripples in the calmness. The boy under him looked up with curious eyes. "Shall we . . . try again?"

Pink tinted Sehun’s cheeks as if Lay’s utterance was a brush set with rouge. An apology was at Lay’s lips, but he reached out and the other boy clung on. Sehun landed in Lay’s lap, long legs in an awkward position between bending and straddling, but he didn’t seem to care. Lay grabbed the back of Sehun’s neck and the younger let out a content whimper into his mouth and this time, it was right. This was how it was supposed to be – Lay and Sehun, Sehun and Lay; nibbling on lips, tongue reaching in, hand pressed against a chest, palms feeling the thumping heart. The dopamine was there, so thick in the air he could taste it when he broke apart for a gasp of air before diving back.

With a sigh, Lay closed his eyes. He didn’t care anymore. He could care less about feelings, mysteries, why the Kris was suspecting him, the little details in Sehun’s confession that didn’t sit quite right – as long as he could kiss Sehun to oblivion and conquer Sehun. That was all he needed.

Chateau kisses; Champagne flutes

Oh Sehun tastes bubblegum and fruity vapors. He grasps silky dark hair, one hand pressing the boy to him, the other pressed against the elevator’s walls; walls polished to mirror the two handsome youths with reddening lips.

They shoot up, up above the entire world. The elevator’s ding doesn’t break the wet smacking of lips and Oh Sehun pulls the boy into the designated room.