A First Kiss.

⁀➴ a first kiss.

⤷ hh!various x reader. fluff. gn!reader. a bit suggestive. —wc: 2.0k

a/n: adam's is long as fuck, sorry for picking favorites.(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈)

whether it's your real first kiss or just your first kiss with that individual, it's a highly special and intimate moment you share with them. how does your experience go?

everything goes just as you would want, if not more, when you have a gentleman like alastor.

it was a wonderful date that alastor brought you on. 'til the end, everything went flawlessly. the order you placed while making your reservation, his choice in restaurants was simply exquisite. he has driven to your house to say goodbye now that it is becoming late in the evening. he stares at you in fascination as you stand at the gate. it's fairly late and you have to get your 'beauty sleep' to look nice for him, he says, even though he didn't want to conclude the night here.

—"the night will have to end here much to dismay, my dear." he continues, planting a kiss on your knuckles that lasts considerably longer than you would expect.

you don't move away from him in return; instead, you keep your distance to remain near as you tilt your head to kiss the corner of his lips, saying —"thank you for everything tonight, al."

—"bold move, love." he snickers. you gaze at each other for some time. as you moisten them with your tongue, you see his eyes twitch to your lips like a mechanism. if you looked very closely, you could see that he was breathing heavily and that his face was scowling. to release of the tension, you decide to plant your lips on his. the kiss is not heated or intense, yet it lasts. alastor lightly presses his lips to yours. he reaches behind your ear and holds his hand there to place a few hairs behind. you whine into his lips as he holds onto your hip with a slightly tighter grip. when you pull away, you give him a lovely smile that he returns. both of your faces a lovely shade of pink.

a first-time kiss with vox was anything but calm and collected. It was more like an emotional collision with tears.

it upset you that he couldn't get valentino out of his life, despite your repeated assurances that there wouldn't be anything between you two if he didn't leave the moth man. tonight, he ruined a date that you were really looking forward to. that was the final straw. being greeted by multiple cameras as you carelessly ran out of the restaurant only made you feel more like a fool and fueled your rage. the stillness of a dark alleyway has led you to snap, causing you to cry, and you can see the tears fall on the ground because of the surrounding neon lights that are flickering.

—"i ended it." your expression was one of incredulity as you dragged yourself up to see the tv-headed demon. his made-up persona always made it impossible to interpret his face expression, but now you could because it was entirely concealed. he had his eyes closed and his brows wrinkled. he appeared as though it pained him to talk and to stand in front of you, your eyes all wet because of him.

he shivered when your eyes met, holding out a hand for you to accept, —"he isn't worth losing you." his face was pleading you to accept it. you did. as he was pulling you up, you nervously questioned, —"are you sure?" he gently planted a kiss on your forehead.

—"more than ever." the hand that was still holding you trembled; he was afraid to even plant a kiss because he thought you would somehow vaporise and escape his hands. he dried your tears with his thumb, and you were impressed by his thoughtful gesture, choosing to share this intimate moment with him by giving him a proper kiss. you felt the electric sparks tickle as his hologram tongue intertwined with yours. his hands find their place on your hips; they suit you like they were meant to. he moans in your mouth as he tastes the salty flavour of your tears. when you pull away, you are greeted by lovesick vox.

due to your extreme intoxication, you hardly even remembered your first kiss with husk.

sad that no one had asked you to be their valentine, you were a at his bar. you made the decision to have a drink in order to relax. one drink became two, and two became 'I lost count,' yet your depressing thoughts persisted. husk interrupts your one-hour tirade about how you're destined to be alone forever as you rub your cheek on the wood of the bar:

—"since it means that much to you i can be your valentine, so you can stop crying about it." he gulps down the alcohol he's sipping. for a split second, your bright eyes lock with his before your cheek strikes the rough wood once more. husk lifted an eyebrow at your furrowed brows.

—"a valentine should be the person that likes you, not somebody who does it so you can stop crying." you growl, irritated that all he wants is to get rid of you. then there are some groans, and someone roughly grabs you by the shirt collar. in stark contrast to his previous acts, husk places his hands carefully on your cheeks, as if they were made of the finest porcelain, causing you to look at him.

—"don't go around assuming things like an idiot." a gentle kiss on the cheek stopped you in your tracks as you were ready to object. you leaned in and kissed him to gain a few seconds. and he had no objections whatsoever to the idea. you both taste of alcohol. he tastes a little bitter, but in the end it has a sweet tune. he gives your cheeks a little squeeze enjoying the feel of your smooth skin. your eyes are dazed when he pulls away; it happened too quickly. the sneer on his face disappears as soon as it appears when you blackout in his hands and unintentionally hit the wood.

It started out sweet but quickly became hot. after all the anxiety you caused him, is it fair to blame lucifer?

you were hurt, not fatally but it affected your performance when you tried to fend off the extermination angels. vaggie took care of you and rested you in one of the rooms when the hotel was restored. lucifer lost it when charlie told him. hurrying up to the room as though you were about to die. well, you were in his thoughts. there was a loud slam just as you were about to fall asleep. a concerned lucifer met your eyes.

—"how are you doing? what happened? where are you hurt?" he said, "i'm sorry, i got so distracted by adam that I didn't pay attention..." he was regretting not witnessing you get hurt. meanwhile, you made an effort to calm him down and convince him that everything was alright. the most important thing is that you are alive!

—"luci, I'm fine. I only got a little scratch. you are not to blame." his hair was dishevelled, with a few strands protruding, and you had to run your fingers through it to make it look better. which caused him to tremble and give you a half-closed stare. after you stroked his cheek, he moved in and gave your palm a kiss.

—"don't go dying on me. i still have to ask you out on a date, alright?" you grinned and hummed. he leaned in and placed his hand on your nape, waiting for you to approach him rather than forcing you in his direction. then he connected your lips without any delay. brief, gentle kisses at first, but as soon as you opened your mouth to him, it became heated. he kept pushing you with his hand on your nape, and you kept yanking him in by his clothes. he bit your bottom lip, causing some blood to flow with it. as you parted ways you kissed his knuckles and clasped his hand in yours.

—"alright, my love." you confirmed. he quickly made contact with your lips again, his wings spreading out in joy.

you had to flee after being so flustered by your first kiss with adam. he, however, sees this as a game of cat and mouse.

adam, among many other titles he held in heaven, was a well-known rock star. he was fantastic, you had to give it to him. however, you would never say that to him directly because he already has a large enough ego. you had an amazing time at his live concert, which lute accompanied you to. you complained about being dehydrated so she escorted you backstage to grab you a drink, as she was a VIP attendee.

when you finish the cup of water, you look around to make sure adam isn't anywhere to be found. then you say to lute, —"I have to give it to him, he really is a rockstar." sitting on a storage box next her, "don't tell him I told you that, though." —"huh, why?" she giggled. you continue, —"because he'll go on this big, drawn-out tirade like, 'of course I am, I am the original dick!' and something like that. It annoys me that you can't appreciate him without his enormous ego getting in the way. for him, humility is unknown, that much is certain." —"didn't you hate him?" she goes on, resting her head on her hands. her gaze briefly darts away, but you don't give it much thought.

—"yeah initially." you complain, shattering the cup in your palm, "but I guess he grew on me...let me be clear, he still irritates me occasionally. but as I got to know him better, he wasn't all that horrible; it wasn't like I had a choice because he followed me everywhere." you gave an eye roll. lute hums to let you go on.—"I guess he's sweet when he lets go of his fuck boy character. and he is amazing at playing the guitar. his wings are also really cool..." you acknowledge, blushing slightly as you continued to think about him. conversely, lute furrowed her brows, sighed, and rose up in a displeased manner as though someone were shoving her out. —"the both of you are fucking annoying."

you sat motionless, perplexed while she left. —"the fuck did i do?!"you were about to pursue her when a voice stopped you. —"fuck, and here I was, believing you truly despised me, banging my head against the wall. thank goodness it's the opposite, sugartits." as though Medusa had stoned you you didn't dare to move your body. you turned your head to the side to see him. adam was leaning against the wall with a smug expression on his face. when you attempted to flee, a hand grabbed you and carried you to the closest unoccupied room. you were slammed into the door and captured by his lips the instant it was shut. you moaned as his tongue swept across your lips in a frenzied manner, and he held your hips in response. you fisted his shirt to try to get him to back off and take a breather when he grinded himself into you. when you succeeded in overtaking him, it was brief. his needy hands tugged at your shirt, telling you to remove it. but you stomped his foot and didn't go on.

he cursed, clutching his foot, —"FUCKING SHIT!" you hurried out after opening the door. your breath was laboured and your face was a deep shade of red. your lips were scorching and the spots in which he touched you were still heated. you checked it by placing your fingers on your lips. it was strange, and you felt hot and fuzzy, but you didn't mind. then you heard a loud yell and a door open. —"GAME ON BABE! I'LL CATCH YOU, JUST YOU WAIT!"

you let your legs carry you as fast as they could in response to his remark, yelling,—"LUTEEEE!" you knew it was game over if he got ahold of you. perhaps, deep down, you did want him to, but before that, how about a date?