Gwen Stacy Imagines

Kisses are Always the Solution

You were helping Gwen with her makeup, she stood between your legs as you sat on the counter in your bathroom. She looked ethereal as she closed her eyes, relaxing as you delicately worked on her face.

You couldn't help but get lost in thought as you stared at her lips, accidentally applying more lipstick than necessary.

"Mm... that feels like a lot," Gwen mumbled, peeking her eye open as she snapped you out of your thoughts.

"How do you suppose I fix it?" You ask with a soft smile.

She chuckled as she turned and looked up at you, her eyes meeting yours. "I suppose maybe wipe it off," she suggested with a small shrug.

She leaned back into you just a bit, her back against your chest as she tilted her head up. "Or..." she trailed off, a sly smile curving the corners of her mouth.

"Hmm?" you hummed pulling her into you a bit more.

Gwen smirked as you pulled her closer, her body now fully pressed against yours. "You could always kiss it off~" she teased, her voice low and sultry.

"Oh, is that so?" You say with a sly grin.

Gwen's smirk grew, her eyes glinting playfully. "Mhm..." she hummed, tilting her head back even further, her face now only inches away from yours. Her body was pressed against yours, every inch of her soft and warm against you. "I mean... if you wanted to, of course."

You didn't respond verbally, instead you pull her in more and rested your hands on her cheeks, leaning in slightly. Gwen's breath hitched as you grasped her face, her body shuddering softly. Her hands moved to rest on your thighs, her fingers digging into the fabric of your pants. Her gaze was fixed on your lips, her own slightly parted.

She could feel her heart racing, the anticipation of the kiss sending a shiver down her spine. "Well..." she whispered softly, a hint of eagerness in her voice. "Are you going to or not?"

You lean in a connecting your lips, kissing her softly at first. Gwen sighed contentedly, her body melting against yours as your lips met hers. Her hands moved to rest on your chest, fingers gripping your shirt gently. She parted her lips slightly, kissing you back slowly and tenderly.

She could feel a tingle in her core, a shiver of pleasure running through her at the feel of your lips against hers. She tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss just a bit, her tongue flicking against your own. 

Your eyes fluttered closed as you deny her entrance to your mouth, your hands sliding down to rest on her waist. Your thumbs found their way under her shirt and you gently rubbed circles into her soft skin with the pads of your thumbs. Gwen let out a soft gasp as your hands slid beneath her shirt, her skin tingling at the touch of your fingers. She tried to deepen the kiss once more, but you denied her entry, a small pout forming on her lips.

She leaned into your touch as you caressed her skin, her body arching subtly against you. She could feel a heat pooling low in her abdomen, her breath growing shaky and uneven.

"Tease..." she mumbled against your lips, her fingers tracing along your collarbone.

"We have a Prom to get to, remember?" You asked softly against her lips.

Gwen let out a low, frustrated groan as you reminded her of their prom plans. She had completely forgotten about it, her mind hazy with desire.

"Ugh, don't remind me..." she whined, pulling away reluctantly. She was a flushed mess, her breath ragged and her eyes hooded with lust.