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deluluangell · 10 months

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miguel being your first kiss? <3

THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEE EEEE

ok SO - i started off with this idea in mind ofc but as i was writing i accidentally like wrote about kinda a first date/first kiss kinda thing?? but yeah i tried and THANK YOU for requesting this. such a cute idea

contains fluff, soft miguel AHHHH, kisses (duh). 639 wrds

enjoy!!

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“ah!” gasping at the sudden downpour, you raised a hand above your head, unsuccessfully attempting to shield yourself from the rain. scrambling to grip miguel with the other, you tugged on his sleeve.

“we’re gonna get all wet!”

“c’mere.” miguel laughed as he pulled you gently towards the doorway, brushing the wet strands of hair away from your face.

the coffee shop doorway was our saviour, small yet mighty. it offered you a somewhat cozy safe haven from the rain, fairy lights strewn across the door and vines creeping along the worn brick.

“you ok, cariño?” he laughed softly as he shook the rain out of his hair, now beginning to drip down his neck.

“never been better.” you gushed, trying not to smile too wide as you took all of him in. somehow he’d never looked better.

“ah… fuck. i’m an idiot though - should’ve checked the weather before we came. guess our plans are all ruined now.” he rubbed his neck, frowning slightly.

“hey - it’s not ruined. it’s just… you know. postponed?” you offer, trying to make miguel feel better. you reach up, gently adjusting a few stray pieces of hair from his face.

he sighed, nodding.

“you’re right corazón. our plans aren’t ruined. and lord knows i would willingly get caught in torrential downpour a hundred times over if it meant you were there alongside me.” he murmured, looking down at you. reaching up, he traced your jawline gently.

your breath hitched in your throat as miguel gazed at you through thick eyelashes, feeling like you could just about drown in his warm chocolate-brown eyes. his touch on your face was so subtle; yet had an almost embarrassing effect on you.

“me too miguel.” you smiled back shyly, biting your bottom lip.

“and hey - this isn’t all too bad either!” you laughed, gesturing to the small frame around you.

“mhm. not bad at all.” miguel said softly, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. he leaned down so his face was a breath away from yours.

“can i kiss you hermosa?” he breathed, now looking down at your lips.

“please.”

without a second’s further hesitation, miguel closed the gap between you. kissing you gently yet passionately, his hands trailed down to meet your hip, pressing it against his own. your soft whimpers only drove miguel crazier, slipping his tongue into your mouth. your hands seemed to have a mind of their own, your shyness melting away as they entangled themselves in his thick curls. he groaned against your mouth, becoming sloppier as he heard your own desperation. you threw your head back as you became lost in the pleasure,

“miguel.” you whined, needing more.

“i know, i know amor.” he murmured against your neck, nibbling at it gently. he groaned as he withdrew his head slowly, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. laughing quietly, he shook his head.

“fuck. you’re gonna make me crazy.”

you grinned lopsidedly, admiring the flushed look on his face. you rubbed the back of your neck, breathing slowly in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“you’re good at that, ya know?”

he cocked his head, smirking.

“yeah. i know.” he leant back into the wall, crossing his arms.

“and uh… you know it stopped raining right?”

“when?!” you frowned, realising it was true. you hadn’t even noticed the change in weather, too caught up in your own little world.

“right around the time i asked to kiss you. but uh, we were already pretty occupied so i figured the weather could wait.” he shrugged.

“but now we can actually go ahead with our original plans.” he laughed, grabbing your hand.

you bit your lip as you looked up at him, trying to hide your huge cheesy smile.

“yes please - but i’m expecting another kiss. no matter the weather!”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #soft miguel #astv #firstkiss #firstdate

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chrisevansleftpeck · 1 year

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Not Really My Scene

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Content Warning: slight sexual assault (hand placed on back), alcohol, makeout

You entered the bar wearing a small black dress and a frown. Penelope, Emily, and JJ had managed to trick you into wearing heels and a tiny dress, very unlike you. Your shoulders, back and collarbones were visible to all, making you paranoid every eye was on you.

You followed the girls to the table where the rest of the team sat, allowing the girls to pick their seats first, leaving one side of the booth beside Morgan and Spencer. Morgan had already started chatting with the girls and Aaron, but Spencer seemed to focus on you settling in beside him.

You felt his eyes on you, your neck and the way your hair fell on it, the straps of your little black dress. You turned your head to him, catching him off-guard. “Hi.” You laughed. You hadn’t actually planned what you were going to say to him, you just wanted to say something.

“Oh, yes, hi.” Spencer stuttered, face flustered being caught red-handed. Spencer looked down at his fidgety hands in his lap.

“You look nice.” You said, studying his clothes, his green plaid vest over his plain collared long sleeved shirt. He wore a gray tie, peeking out from under the vest.

Spencer let you study him for a moment, his outfit, hair, and face. You two were practically having your own moment at the table.

“He tried to bribe me with a cat!” Penelope yelled, talking about some date gone wrong.

Both you and Spencer turned back into the conversation. Goddamn cats.

“It worked right?” You asked, turning your head towards the bar after seeing Emily sip her drink.

“No, no, no! Boys and kitties are cute but I can hold my own. Men are threatened by me! He thought he’d have to bribe me-”

Penelope continued to chatter as you felt Spencer closer to your side before whispering to you, “Want a drink?” He asked.

You eyed the bar once more then smiled at him. “Maybe a sip.” You said, then promptly slipped out of the booth.

You made your way through the crowded dance floor or screams and drunken singing to the bar. Quickly, you noticed two women at the left end and tried to squeeze in a spot next to them, away from the loud drunk men.

“Vodka and Soda, please.” You ordered, watching the bartender prepare your drink. He was slower, an employee in training.

While waiting you felt a presence creep up behind you, and a hand placed on your bare back. “Hey sweetheart,” a man with dark filthy brown hair and a messy beard approached you, rubbing your back. You turned your head to see the women behind you not notice. “You come here with somebody?” He asked as you tried to spin in your chair to face him directly so that his hand couldn’t stay on your back.

With the one spin you saw Spencer walked up behind you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and his other hand around your waist, squeezing you a little to tell you you’re okay. “Hey baby,” Spencer said rather loudly in front of the strange man. The man finally finished your drink, Spencer grabbed it and handed it to you. “Let’s get back to the table, huh?” He suggested with pride in his acting, so unlike his usual nervousness.

He walked you past the table, beside the exit door, finally handing your vodka and soda to you.

“You okay?” Spencer asked, reverting back to his true self. You itched your back, remembering the man’s hand placement. “Um, yeah, yeah. I’m good. I’m pretty good.” You said, clearly very uncomfortable, retracing and covering the skin he touched.

Spencer frowned, just as upset as you. “Sorry I touched you, I wanted to get you out of there.” Something about his apology confused you. You felt cleaner once Spencer had touched you, like for a minute the other guy’s dirty hands on your back was undone.

“You don’t have to ask to touch me. I trust you.” You told him, eyes beginning to water a bit. You sniffled, “I’m sorry I didn’t think I’d care about a stupid hand on my back. Shouldn’t have worn this dress.” You looked down at yourself, ashamed.

“No, no, Y/N, what you’re wearing doesn’t matter. At all. Don’t say that. You always look this beautiful, it’s nothing special, okay? The truth of it is that he would’ve approached you anyway.” Spencer went off, almost upset with you for blaming yourself.

“Okay,” You exhaled sharply then whispered quietly, “I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

Spencer understood immediately, clubs and bars weren’t exactly his scene either. “I’ll take you home, I’m tired of this too.” Spencer said, walking back over to the table and explaining he and you were tired and you were getting a bit stressed. He collected your purse and phone then returned back to you by the exit door.

He opened the door for you, handing you your things. Your fingers brushed his cold ones, sliding against his palm as you grabbed your phone. Electricity, stress, overstimulation, excitement- it all rushed over you at once.

Spencer walked you to his car, starting it and turning on the seat warmer for you. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drive, Spencer.”

Spencer laughed, “You doubt me?”

“No! I bet you’re good. We’ll see.” You said before shooting Penelope a text, affirming you were okay.

Spencer drove away from the club and onto the road, carefully trying to avoid potholes and rough patches and you sat very silent, beginning to nod off.

You eventually woke up in Spencer’s car, in your apartment complex’s parking garage. You gave a little yawn as you gained consciousness and looked over to see Spencer with a book in his lap, the car in park.

“Good morning.” Spencer said, still turning the pages of his book. You looked at the time displayed on the car. 2 A.M. You’d had him waiting for you to wake up at two A.M.

“Spencer,” You sat up straight, unbuckling. “You should have woken me up! You need to go home.” Spencer folded his book in his lap and stretched back to place it in the back seat. You couldn’t help but watch his neck and jaw from the side, leaning over as he placed the book. Your stare made him pause as he came back, leaning close to your seat.

“Um, right, right. You were uh sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you, you seemed tired.” You’d completely forgotten about the comment you made just five minutes ago.

“Spencer.” You said, more as a statement.

“Yes?” He looked at you in awe of how beautiful you were, just waking up with tired eyes.

“You could make my day a lot better.” You whispered, your breath clearly shaking.

Spencer immediately was interested. He’d do anything for you, especially after the day you’d had.

“You should kiss me.” Spencer was shocked, frozen over the console, just between your seat and his. You slowly put your hands to his cheeks, making sure everything you were about to do was clear so he had time to say no if he wanted to.

Your lips hovered over his, feeling his hot breath against yours. Your lips parted, about to ask him a question when he took it as an opportunity to kiss you. He ran into your lips, his soft and wet and warm against yours. He smelled so good on you too, his exhales so satisfying to your ears as the two of you continued kissing. Spencer found his hand in your hair, grabbing, tugging lightly, but you had to pull away before getting too carried away.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Spencer huffed and apologized, but couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off of his face.

“It’s okay,” you couldn’t contain your smiles either, “I think this is my favorite day.”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed, “Out of what? The year, month?”

You didn't really know, so you just told him how it was. “I don’t know, just my favorite day.”

“You know I don’t understand you sometimes?” Spencer laughed, looking directly into your eyes. You almost began to worry for a second, never wanting to confuse him. “That’s why I like you. I have to know you because I can’t read you.”

“Oh.” You almost didn’t know what to say. No one said such nice things about you usually.

“It’s good- it’s good. I mean it in a good- great way.” Spencer reassured you, touching your hand gently.

“Thank you. I don’t think I’m smart enough to ever comprehend your mind.” You laughed, so did Spencer.

“I don’t think anybody can, but I think you understand me.”

“That’s very true. You are not your mind.” That sentence felt good to Spencer. A piece of him needed that.

“Thank You.” Spencer said, his voice cracking slightly. “Don’t know where that came from, sorry.”

“Hm. I think it’s cute.” You whispered. You studied Spencer’s face once more, his curly hair, his shiny lips, his soft face. You only wondered how he would describe your face.

“Hey, let’s get you inside.” He said, smiling, remembering his original purpose here, which was not to makeout with you in his car.

“I can’t move.” You said, trying your best to stay completely serious without breaking.

Spencer furrowed his brows, “What?”

“Can’t move, I need a kiss first.” You said, watching Spencer roll his eyes.

He lifted your chin gently, hovering in front of you for a moment, teasing before finally giving in and kissing you. “I don’t mind, I needed one too.”

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in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine · 5 months

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Your Loss

#firstkiss #frenchkiss #butterflykisses #foreheadkisses #passionatekiss #gentlekiss #lingeringkiss #kissonthecheek #kissonthehand #eskimo kiss #airkiss #blowkiss #kissgoodbye #morningkisses #nightkisses #randomkisses

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celticwolf55 · 11 months

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Fake it till you make it - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1346747869-fake-it-till-you-make-it-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=CelticWolf55&wp_originator=vp9i2BMRe0TWah%2B%2BbM1fp9JKTBZfbflda6nh%2BRRB8B3mbnU65xLvU3DKExZ3%2BhJxZZEl3pofGPjNGTMBFpKsO0iHZdYF%2BM5VbR%2BXuksa4CEVzlGU5RjAanDBXEmc5hrs

"I regret that I must ask for your assistance on a personal matter." Wednesday stated, slowly sitting down beside Enid on her colourful bed. "Are you okay?" Enid asked, suddenly filled with concern. "I am fine, but I appreciate your concern. However, I was hoping you might accompany me to my family reunion over the school break at the manor?" Wednesday asked. "I'm flattered. But I feel like there's more to this request." Enid replied, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Impressive. You've been picking things up from me. Yes, your intuition is correct. My motives for asking are not entirely pure. My family has been pestering me regarding a paramore, and I cannot suffer through another family reunion with inane questions regarding when I will find a partner. Therefore, I was hoping you'd assist me with a ruse by pretending to be my girlfriend." "G-girlfriend?!" Enid stuttered in disbelief. "Yes. Would that be something you'd be willing to assist me with?" Wednesday asked, cautiously hopeful she'd agree as Enid was the person she trusted the most to achieve this ruse successfully. ------------------------------------------------ Chapters come out every Wednesday

#fakegirlfriend #fakerelationship #fallinginlove #first #firstkiss #mates #scenting #werewolf #fanfiction #wattpad #wenclair #wednesday fanfic #wednesday x enid #wednesday and enid #wenid #wenclair fanfic #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday fandom

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crwr213assignment · 20 days

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Should I Come Out Now?

If Amber was a dog, she'd be a coquette King Charles Spaniel (Photo Credit: https://pin.it/3acMFfS3B)

It’s been three days since the party, and Amber has been following Maggie like a hungry stray cat. The walls of Maggie’s room were covered with photos of mostly family and Amber, and the ceilings were draped with fake vines and fairy lights.

“Maggie, you’re killing me.” Amber's arms fly up into the air, making her look like a topper as she spins in the chair. “Why won’t you tell me what happened in the closet?”

Maggie inhales through her nose before exhaling. “Nothing happened. We talked for seven minutes and then you opened the door.” They both sounded like broken records and Maggie swore this is all they’ve talked about ever since the party. “I thought I was your best friend.” Amber grabs onto the desk, halting her spinning. “We tell each other everything!” She crosses her arms and Maggie’s eyes glance at her pushed cleavage before meeting her green eyes. “But it’s the truth!” The mattress of the bed squeaks as she shifts her weight. “You know I tell you everything.”

Maggie’s stomach clenches as the words leave her mouth. She runs a hand through her pin straight hair and Amber’s eyes narrow at the movement. The chair rolls away as she makes her way to the bed, a hot pink nail pointed at Maggie’s chest.

“Did you guys make out?” Amber turns away from Maggie’s gaze, her finger fidgeting with a lock of hair. “If so, I don’t know why you won’t tell me–he’s perfect for your first kiss!” “God, Amber. For the last time, we didn’t make out!”

The ding of Maggie’s phone snaps the head of the teenage girls to the notification on the illuminated lockscreen. It’s a photo of them at the flower garden festival last spring, Amber’s arms around Maggie, the both of them laughing.

“Oh my god! Is that him?!”

The breath gets knocked out of Maggie as Amber leaps onto her like a monkey, arms outstretched. Her back bounces on the gray sheets of the bed and her scalp pinches as Amber’s hand pins her black hair to the mattress.

“James texted you!” Amber waves the phone in Maggie’s face, a smile plastered on her face.

“Amber!” Maggie’s fingers tickle Amber’s exposed stomach. The blonde squirming as she grips onto the phone tighter.

Amber’s giggles fill the room as Maggie reaches to grab the device from her manicured hands. Her thighs push against Ambers, rolling them over until Amber’s golden hair splayed out on the bed. Maggie’s hands snatch her phone out of Amber’s soft ones, her own laugh mixing with Ambers.

Their laughter quiets down, breaths resonating in the room. Amber’s green eyes meet Maggie’s brown ones, dipping to her lips and then back to her eyes. Maggie inched closer, her hands on the gray sheets beside Amber’s curls.

Warmth bloomed in Amber’s chest, like fireworks sparkling as Maggie leaned in close. Their lips brushing together tentatively for the first time. Amber’s perfume, vanilla and roses, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in Maggie’s stomach. She went in for the kiss, though, warmth enveloping her as Amber's lips soft ones pressed against her own.

“You know, you’re really good at opening closet doors.”

Amber’s eyes crinkle as her cheeks turn rosy. “Shut up and kiss me.”

The bio says it all... (Photo Credit: Pinterest https://pin.it/27jUZwJCB (Playlist Credit: Created by me, Celine)

Is this us now? @amberlovesmaggie (Video Credit: https://www.tiktok.com/@olsenpugh/video/7210109430812118277)

#Spotify #girlinred #wlw #firstkiss #coming out #wtf just happened

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mice-and-moonbeams · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Basira Hussain Additional Tags: Jon Sims and Cats Day 2023 (The Magnus Archives), the magnus archives - Freeform, Cat Friend, Martin Blackwood Needs a Hug, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Needs a Hug, Fluff and Angst, Canon-Typical The Lonely Content (The Magnus Archives), First Kiss, Healing Summary:

For Jon and Cats Day 2023!

Jon and Martin run from the Institute after escaping the Lonely, packing and being provided a place for safety they start the drive to the safe house. Needing to stop for the night they stay at a motel where the resident cat chooses them as her bunkmates for the night.

#jonandcats #jonsimsandcats2023 #tma fanfic #jmart #jmartin #a03 fanfic #read on ao3 #the magnus archives #jonmartin #jonsims #martin blackwood #firstkiss

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scenes-svu · 1 year

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#LawAndOrderSpecialVictimsUnit #SpecialVictimsUnit #OliviaBenson #Bensler #ElliotStabler #MariskaHargitay #ChrisMeloni #Benson #Stabler #SVU #FYP #TikTok #LawAndOrderOrganizedCrime #OrganizedCrime #OC #EO #FirstKiss #Kiss #NewPost

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neva-writes · 1 year

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All the students from Class 3A were seated in the living room floor, forming a circle.

“Midoriya. Truth or dare?” Todoroki asked.

“Hmm… I’ll go with truth this time, I guess…”, he said, scratching his nape slightly.

“Okay… Hmm…” Todoroki was thinking.

“C’mon Todoroki, ask him something deep, if you know what I mean”, Denki said, with suggestive eyes. “We hardly ever get the chance to have Midoriya cornered like this”.

“You are right”, Todoroki replied, with a tender smile. “Midoriya, can you tell us…”

Everyone was excited, almost biting their nails to know what dirty embarrassing secret Todoroki was going to get spilled out of his best friend. After all, he is incredibly intelligent and one of the Big Three along with Deku and Bakugo…

“…one of the moments in which you feel more at peace with yourself?”.

… and so fucking dense at times.

Suddenly the air was filled with teenage complaints and the sound of multiple faces-palming.

Izuku couldn’t help but laugh internally. He was so damn nervous! However, over the years he learned how to not show his emotions so easily.

What would have happened if Todoroki asked him to reveal something related to romance? Not that it mattered, his love life was non-existent, but he did have a huge crush on Kacchan. Ever since the blond apologized to him, they grew impossibly closer and became best friends again. The green-eyed boy had never been happier. He sighed.

What he was about to confess might as well be awkward but, you can’t lie on games like this, no?

“I believe… No… I know that I feel more at peace when…”

Izuku was saying, while glaring at the floor. Numerous eyes were on him, but he didn’t realize how certain rubies were staring more intensely than all the others.

"…me and Kacchan are at the edge of this skyscraper where we always stay vigilantes to any villain activity in the beginning of our intern patrols at the crack of dawn”, he admitted with a minor blush on his face.

His statement was followed by a deafening silence, and then…

“Wow Midoriya, that was so… so manly!”, Kirishima claimed enthusiastically.

“Yeah Izu, you are so sweet!”, Mina squealed, with Koda nodding vigorously by her side.

“Aw! No need to get flustered Bakugo!”, Sero retorted.

“Can it, Tape arms!”, Bakugo growled, with rosy cheeks.

Izuku gained the confidence to finally lift his head, but he still couldn’t look directly at the object of his affections.

"Enough everyone, let's continue", Momo demanded, amused by the display before her.

Now it was Uraraka’s turn to spin the bottle. Surprisingly, it ended up directed towards the angry Pomeranian. Her intern little devil already knew that her brash companion was someone who would choose action before giving anyone the chance to make him acknowledge anything, so she was about to exploit that situation. Besides… she was extremely tired of seeing Izuku and Bakugo foolishly pining without signals of them confronting their feelings any time soon. Plus, she was sure most of the class shared the same sentiments as her.

“Bakugo, truth or dare?”, she questioned him.

“Dare, obviously”, Bakugo stated.

Uraraka gave him a smug grin. Oh, Deku better reward her after this.

“I dare you to suck face with the most attractive person from our circle. And not a simple peck, but a dirty kiss”, she remarked.

Bakugo was stunned, but he was no coward. Meanwhile, Izuku’s heart stopped. His mind was going crazy. Just the thought of seeing Kacchan kissing someone other than him brought an ugly feeling to his chest. He wanted to stand up and flight out of there immediately, but that would only give him away.

Who would Kacchan choose? Someone like Yaomomo? Why not? She is so gorgeous. Or maybe someone bulky and handsome as Kirishima, who was seated next to him?

He was so lost in the sea of his inner ramblings that it took him time to notice Kacchan crawling towards… Kirishima? Of course! That’s just how shitty his luck is. His eyes were already getting filled with tears that were threatening to stream down his face. He turned his gaze elsewhere but to Kacchan and Kirishima. He was taken aback when he felt a weight on his legs.

Was this what he was thinking? It must be. He’d always recognize the delicious scent of burnt caramel. He risked giving a peek to the familiar presence on him. And yes, Kacchan was straddling him and lazily putting his arms around his shoulders. Izuku froze when his forest orbs met burning liquid fire.

“W-Why?”, Izuku stuttered.

“Hah? Are you this stupid? Or is it that it disgusts you the idea of me kissin—…”

“N-No!”, he screamed, shocking Bakugo. “I-I’m just surprised that… That someone as beautiful as you would choose someone so plain… as me…”, Izuku whispered, with his face completely red.

“God, you really are stupid”, Bakugo chuckled, fondly. He had an expression that Izuku had never seen on him, and the greenette couldn’t help but be captivated by such sight.

Izuku placed his hands on the blond’s waist while the latter was slowly drawing circles on the side of his neck.

He sensed a soft touch on his chin. Bakugo had caressed his cheek tenderly. The blond approached him with a lingering kiss on the spot that he was brushing just seconds ago. Izuku felt so enraptured by the spell that landed on him. He could happily die right there. But then a hunger for more invaded him.

Closer than ever, with their foreheads resting on each other and breaths intermingling, their eyes met again. Lord, he adored those alluring crimson eyes.

Katsuki’s gaze fell on Izuku’s rosy lips and then back to emeralds, as if asking for permission.

“This okay?”, he murmured.

Izuku, with half lidded eyes, answered by faintly capturing the other’s smooth lips, and that was all Bakugo needed as approval to devore his prey. He increased the pressure between both and ran his tongue against Izuku’s mouth. The other gasped and he took this as his advantage to enter Deku’s warm cavern.

The pair was literally smacking their mouths with bruising kisses in a battle of dominance. A delicious chill ran down Izuku’s spine. He tightened his grip on Katsuki’s waist and with his other free hand he tenderly stroked strands of soft platinum hair while Bakugo grabbed his jade scalp.

“Nnngh”. A sinful moan escaped Izuku’s mouth and Katsuki had never felt so turned on in his entire life. He didn’t want anyone else to hear that sound. It was supposed to belong only to his ears and no one else’s. He bit Izuku’s lower lip with enough force to leave a mark before both parted for air.

“I-I like you, Kacchan”, Izuku said, breathlessly.

“No shit”, Bakugo answered, panting.

Izuku pouted and Bakugo couldn’t resist kissing again those plump lips.

“I like you too, nerd. Go out with me”, he demanded.

“Gladly”, Izuku said with a determined tone. Katsuki kissed his forehead lovingly.

The quietness that wrapped them disappeared and then all the students were screaming:

“FUCKING FINALLY!”

Everyone bursted to laughs.

Bonus:

How could Bk resist not kissing Dk after saying that sappy shit?

Bk to Dk:

"HOW" *kiss* "DO YOU EXPECT ME TO" *another kiss* "NOT KISS THE" *deep kiss* "EVER LOVING FUCK OUT OF YOU" *deeper kiss* "AFTER HEARING YOU SAYING SUCH" *devouring kiss* "SAPPY SHIT" *final kiss*.

RIP Dk. 🧡💚

#bkdk #bakudeku #ktdk #truth or dare #truth #dare #firstkiss #confessions

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prettyyygayyy · 2 months

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Let’s kiss. I’ll go first! Let me know how it was.

#firstkiss #datingadvice #lgbtq #funny #comedy

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lovelyariya · 11 months

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First kiss!

TW: none, just us giving giyu our first kiss to him :3 + its about mitsuri in the first part but then giyu!

You had a mission. An mission with the man you love. But cant seem to tell him, so you made sure this time, you would make him yours.

You had just awakened from your nap, it was 2:00 pm. So you had nothing to do, you went to an bookstore because your favorite book had launched an new chapter. As you arrived, you had saw a pink-green haired girl. You thought “is that.. mitsuri?” you went inside, and said a friendly hey “hey mitsuri!” as she turned around, you gave her a smile, ”Oh Hi Y/n!” she said giving a smile ‘How are you doing?”. You

eached down to grab your book, “lm getting to new chapter of Y/F/B.” (your fav book) “Kya! i didn’t know they had a new chapter, i’ll buy it to!” “Cmon mits, lets go to the checkout.” Mitsuri got two books, while you got one. “Your total is 34 yen and 12 cents, “I’ll pay” you offered. “You dont have to!” mitsuri said with a worried face “Fine.. how about we spilt it?” “Thats better!” mitsuri yelled slighty with a smile. You guys spilt it, as you guys walked down the street. Your crow had come infront of you, “Kwah! Kwah! Misson in the forest Kwah Kwah! With the water hashira giyuu!” “Hmph!” “Okay” you said silghty “Ahh!” mitsuri yelled “Dont you like giyu?” mitsuri said with a giant smile “Yeah.. but im to shy.” ‘Why? no need to be shy, but i have to go now. See you later!” You quickly ran to your house. As you put your haori, and uniform. You followed your crow, as you saw an guy standing next to a tree. ‘’Ah giyu, there he is!” “hey giyu! have you seen the demon?” “Yes.” he responded “ infact, i had already killed it.” “Ah im so sorry, i wish i could useful to you.” you said as you slowly walked closer to him. “Its all right” you walked closer your noses almost touched. At this point you could hear giyu breathing, as waited. You kissed him, it was soft, so passionate. Giyuu looked shocked ‘W-why did you kiss me?” “Because” you said while breathing “I love you.” he calmed down a bit “Cmon” you said “Lets go home”

AH IM SO SORRY ITS 5:16 RN SO THIS IS RUSHEEDDDD

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