Can we have G!sans first kiss, please?
*Sure thing! This imagine is an extra to the First Kiss imagine I did for the other skelebros.
The first kiss happens right after he’s teased you over something. You’re a little flustered because it’s so new into the relationship that you’re not even sure if he’s actually your bonefriend or just a casual dating partner. You haven’t even held hands, though he does tend to casually touch your back, your arm, sometimes your hair… and whenever he winks at you or addresses you in that low, smooth tone of voice, you feel butterflies stir in your chest.
In this case, you had just finished watching a movie with him, and he took note of the way your expression lit up when the main lead was grabbed up and kissed by the ‘bad boy.’ When you were leaving the theater, he chuckled and teasingly asked you if that’s why you took him to that movie–if you were hoping he would do the same to you.
Face flushing and beyond embarrassed, you stumbled over your denial, even though yes–yes, you definitely wanted him to do that, geez–but that wasn’t why you picked the movie!
Still wearing an amused smirk, G abruptly pivots on his heel, sweeps you against his torso with hand at your lower back, and captures your chin in the other. For once, he doesn’t have that cigarette hanging from his teeth (though that was because he couldn’t smoke indoors), and he leans in close. Your breath hitches in your throat, and your face feels so hot that you begin to worry that he can feel the heat emanating off you in waves.
“like this?” he prompts, that single glowing pupil gauging your reaction, searching your face for an answer to more than just that query. Is he still making fun of you? You decide to chance it.
And then he closes the gap, his hand at your chin shifting to cradle the back of your head, and his other hand tightening on your back–which is quite fortunate because you just swooned so hard that your knees buckled. He tastes of smoke and buttery popcorn, his teeth gently working against your lips, but just as soon as the tip of your tongue slides across his teeth, hoping to get past so you can get a real taste, he pulls back.
“i knew you had a thing for bad boys.”
You smack him in the arm. “Shut up!”
…. He’s not wrong.