𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, teasing and making out, reader is shy and inexperienced with kissing, she asked him to teach her how ;)
𝐂𝐖: none?
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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄
"so... you have a crush on someone else, but want me to show you how to kiss?"
timidly you nod, your heart throwing itself against your rib cage in protest of your bold actions.
"yeah..."
"but you're not gonna tell me who this guy you have a crush on is?" dante tilts his head, blue hair shifting against his face as he narrows his eyes at you.
the corner of his lips turn up, eyebrows raising when you shake your head no. his fingers reach up to brush the hair from your face, trailing down your cheek and curling under your chin to give it a teasing lift.
"and what would your crush think if he knew you were kissing me? would he be okay with this?"
"um..." you stumble with your words, scrambling for your next excuse. "...yes?"
both of his hands cup the sides of your face, fingertips threading themselves into your hair and head dipping down to press a playful kiss against yours. he pulls away just as quick, gauging your flustered reaction and reveling in your widened eyes and agape mouth.
"i think you're lying," he giggles, squishing your face in his hands and poking your cheeks with his thumbs. "tell me who you have a crush on. c'mon, you can tell me."
"i—you—-" you stutter, staring up at your crush who knew exactly what he was doing. "i can't."
"sure you can. how else am i supposed to guess how he'd want you to kiss him?" he bites his bottom lip, eyes darting down to yours before leaning down to nip and pull at your own. "should i just show you how i like it? want me to teach you how i kiss?"
you eagerly nod, immediately blushing in embarrassment as he grins at your response.
"oh yeah?"
his head dips down again, teeth tugging your lower lip and getting your jaw to slack, letting him maneuver his mouth against yours the way he wants. his hands trail down to land against your waist, rubbing his fingers into the skin before sliding them down to rest on your hips. he pulls his lips from yours for just a split moment, just to talk you through it.
"put your arms around my neck..." you do as he says, making him tap your hip in praise. "there you go."
his lips are once again on yours, greedily pressing his tongue into your mouth as he kisses you, frenzied and full of a determined motive to get you to crack. he pulls back once again, backing up when your lips try to chase his. one of his hands moves up to swipe the smear of your tinted lip gloss from the corner of your lips, a smug eyebrow raising at you.
