𝐇𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 | Hetalia x Reader

Hong Kong x Reader | First Kisses

Even though the sky was dark already, it wasn't all that chilly. The temperature was moderate, quite warm, actually, which was a bit odd considering it was late autumn evening. Maybe that's because your sort-of boyfriend Leon had given you his jacket to wear once you two exited the movie theater. Hm. Maybe. You pulled the two sides closer around your waist, having long given up on the zipper after a few fumble attempts.

Anyhow, here you two were, standing outside his car in front of your house. The dark-haired boy had been enough of a gentleman to drive you home (he lived next door anyway), and offer you his jacket once it got a little chilly, yet besides that your relationship really wasn't anything. He was your best friend until four months ago when the guy walked up to you after class and asked you out on a whim. Even today you didn't know what drove him to do that.

He was a pretty cool dude, plus he was kind of handsome and stuff, plus you kinda had a tiny-eensy-weensy-itty-bitty-bit of a crush on him, so you agreed. You two were the "thing" everyone talked about for a couple weeks, until it dawned upon them that you two never really did anything especially romantic together, just acted as normal friends would. Instead of asking you on dates, he asked you to hang out. The only physical contact you guys made were high-fives and fist-bumps. So. "Did you hear that (Y/N) is going out with Leon?" Died out fairly quickly.

Even in private, neither of you got intimate. He hugged you a total of zero time(s) during the past four months (well, five if you count the times your friend Elizabeta pushed him into you in the hallway, all the time yelling at you two to "make out, hug, hold hands, I don't care just do something romantic, 'jeez!"), and called you pretty twice. Earlier today, his hand awkwardly found itself atop of yours in the theater and you two just held hands during the rest of the movie. It was nice. It progressed. Sort of.

You knew that it was hard for Leon to do this sort of thing—his strong and silent nature didn't allow many romantic moments—but you couldn't help but want a bit more. So tonight, you were going to make your move. Hopefully, this would have a good ending like any other bad weekday morning drama. Deep breaths. If Disney princesses can charm men in minutes, the first sight even, then I can do this. Cross my heart and hope to die.

Stepping forward, you wrapped your arms around him, face buried in his chest, and gave him a really, really awkward hug. He stiffened up, and you regretted it immediately. 'Darn it darn it darn it darn it I screwed up big time oh my goodness shootshootshootshootSHOOT.' If this went bad, you could just blame it on "the heat of the moment" and that you had no weird intentions. Leon seemed a bit taken aback by the sudden gesture, but after a few moments of silent consideration, returned the hug and pulled back after a couple moments. "That was pretty... interesting.

You usually aren't the first one to initiate this kind of contact between us even though you're the female in the relationship, (Y/N). This is new." He was always aware of every single thing anyone did, piecing things together in his head and trying to make sense of whatever was happening at the moment. Not exactly judging, but just... analyzing. Like that guy in that movie who did that thing... you couldn't think straight right now. "Hey, if you're not going to be the first one to take a step forward in... whatever we have...don't even know if I can call it a relationship, then I will." You mumbled lamely into his shirt, then tilted your head up to look up at him.

He wasn't blushing, but then again his cool facade wasn't supposed to show much emotion. The Cantonese just simply looked a bit surprised. He could've been elated, pissed, flustered, or just incredibly confused, but a surprise was all he showed. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat and continued to speak. "Now... kiss me." This shocked him a bit, and you swore that his cheeks had a slight pink tint to them once he registered your words. "But it's your first kiss, (Y/N), I don't think I should like, take it..." "Leon. You're my boyfriend. It's been four months.

If I let you decide when you're going to kiss me, we're going to be stuck like this until someone discovers the cure for cancer." "Actually, there was this news recently about this girl who might've actually discovered the-" "I don't want to hear about that, smartass. Now quit beating around the bush!" Your stern tone sounded a bit silly compared with your blushing face, but Leon seemed to get the message. Sighing, he took a couple deep breaths as if to mentally prepare himself, then gently cupped a hand around your cheek. Biting his lip, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against yours.

It felt nice. His lips were warm, and a bit hard although they softened after a few moments against yours. Your noses bumped against each other a couple awkward times before Leon tilted his head to the side for better access. You felt shocks running through your bodies from the contact, and swarms of butterflies frantically fluttered their wings in your stomach. Your eyes were closed, body feeling light and floating on pure bliss. Neither of you dared move your hands to the other, so both of you had your arms stuck at your sides, palms clenched. The kiss was gentle, sweet... but not satisfying.

Obviously you both were humans, and humans needed to breathe at some point in time, so eventually, the two of you pulled away, with silent gasps of breath. You swore Leon's face was a dark shade of peach. After recovering yourself sufficiently, you realized that you wanted more. Much more. Tentatively you tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull the dark-haired down to your level. He seemed to find this amusing and kissed you again, this time without hesitation, the corners of his mouth upturned to a smirk pressing against yours.

His hands found your sides and rested themselves lightly upon your waist. Curious, he swiped his tongue across your mouth, quick and sweet. Shocked, you parted your lips in surprise rather than obligation. Nevertheless, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and began exploring it, driving a moan from somewhere deep within you. You grasped at his neck feverishly to avoid melting into a puddle on the floor, and his hands tightened around your hips. Your hand brushed against what seemed to be a sensitive spot at the nape of his neck, right under his dark hair. He grunted and pushed you back, pressing you against the side of the car, pulling away for a split second before slipping right back in, continuing to taste you in a more heated excitement.

You clenched your hands tighter from the new level of pleasure you were experiencing. The Cantonese broke the kiss and before you could comment, dove at your neck to press fleeting kisses down to the hollow spot at your collarbone to the underside of your jaw, stopping to wrap your right leg around his waist before going back and nipping right under your racing pulse, sending bolts of pain that were quickly extinguished by his warm tongue. That was definitely going to leave a mark.

But as you ground your hips against him, you couldn't help but think that the friction between you two felt so good... Suddenly the door to Leon's house (he's your neighbor, remember?) creaked open and a shocked, older voice spoke up. "Leon? I saw your car outside and was worried that something had happened to you, so I came to chec- Aiyah! What are you doing, aru?!"

...Fuck.