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•Your First Kiss•

Bill Denbrough

After your first date, you and Bill started hanging out at his place a lot. You had held hands and cuddled with each other, but he was scared to kiss you. He wanted to, but was scared you would reject him or he would be a 'bad' kisser.

One rainy afternoon, about a week and a half since your first date, you two were sprawled out across his bed, and you were watching him draw.

"You're so talented, I swear it's so unfair." You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Th-thanks, y/n!" He laughed, putting the final touches on his portrait of you. "I'm gl-glad you th-think so-"

He stopped talking after he turned to face you. Your lips had never been closer. You both were completely silent and still for 5 seconds, contemplating what to do.

You decided to go for it, closing your eyes and closing the gap between the two of you. Bill was paralysed. He had no idea what to do, but it didn't take long for him to melt into it. You slid your hand around his back, pulling him closer into you.

It wasn't an especially long kiss, but when you pulled away you were both breathless.

Richie Tozier

Richie, as you know, is a slut. So, I'm pretty sure you could guess how much he wanted to kiss you. He'd wanted to make out with you ever since he heard you snap at Bowers.

You two went on the date on Saturday, and by that Monday Richie was dying to see you.

As soon as he spotted you at your locker early Monday morning, he ran up to you. He put a fake panic on his face and pulled your arm.

"Y/n, y/n please! I need to talk to you!" He cried, his acting skills surprisingly convincing.

"Richie? What's wrong?" You asked with genuine worry.

"Here, c'mon. I need to tell you something!" He exclaimed, tugging on your arm.

He dragged to over to a janitor's closing, pushing you in and quickly shutting the door behind him.

"Richie? Are you okay? What's going on?"

"Oh," He began, sounding a lot calmer than he did 30 seconds ago. "Just that I tickled my pickle thinking of you."

You immediately rolled your eyes, scoffing. "That's what you made me late to class for?" You turned around to the door, about to walk out.

"Wait!" He said, grabbing your arm and spinning you around.

He quickly slammed his lips onto your open mouth with way too much force, immediately pulling away after.

After the shock melted away, you almost laughed.

"I take it you don't have much experience with kissing?" You asked, a smirk on your face.

"What-no! I've had tons of girls-"

"Shut up, dork."

You didn't actually have much experience with kissing yourself (or any at all) but you liked to pretend you did.

You pressed your lips on his a lot more gently, but with the same amount of passion. He wasn't that bad of a kisser once you both realised how making out works. Scratch that, it's Richie. He watches enough porn to be an amazing kisser, and he was.

You pulled away after about half a minute.

"I gotta go to class..."

"Yeah, me too."