Kiss Me Quick [Black Clover]
an: this was a little something that popped into my head a few nights ago, I love these boys so damn much. If there is interest, I could add more characters ^^
characters: Asta, Yuno, Finral, Magna & Liebe
warnings: fluff, SFW, absolute teeth rotting sweetness for these handsome boys, all characters are appropriately aged up
synopsis: various Black Clover characters experience their very first kiss!
Masterlist
Asta
Asta approached his first kiss with the same level of enthusiasm he gave to everything else; throwing himself headlong into the experience. His lips pressed firmly against your own, almost aggressively so. You smiled, a gentle hand cupping his face and pulling away from the bruising kiss.
“I’m not your enemy, Asta,” you cooed.
His nose rubbed along yours, warm breath fanning your cheek. A pleasant tingle spread throughout your body from being this close to the grey haired hunk.
“Sorry,” he whispered in return, “just never thought I’d get to do this with you.”
For years you had stood on the sidelines and rooted for him enthusiastically. Not able to be of use in battle you had contented yourself with being his unwavering support. Tending to his aching body after intense training sessions and always lending a willing ear when he needed to unburden himself.
You had not known that as your feelings had grown, so too had Asta’s. You were what he thought of when he held his ground against the most wicked of enemies, the flame that burned bright in the darkest of nights.
At long last, he told you the truth.
The rough pad of his thumb traced your lower lip before sliding to your jawline, his lips met your own once more but this time in soft reverence. Butterfly kisses that made you long for more, mouths slanting as you inhaled each other and enjoyed his tender but protective embrace.
Asta parted your mouths, smirking at the soft sigh you exhaled. Eyes as green as freshly grown grass watched you closely, his head tipped to the side in curiosity whilst you caught your breath.
“Better?” he asked earnestly.
How adorable he was in his uncertainty. The faintest pink tinges his cheeks and a hand lifts to rub absently at his neck.
You nodded shyly.
“Much. Don’t stop practising though,” you purred as a hand curled into his Black Bulls cloak, drawing him back to you.
Yuno
Yuno knew he wanted to kiss you, he had wanted to for a long time but had not yet found the perfect opportunity. He had grown so desperate in his desire to fulfil his wish that he was almost as giddy as a schoolchild when the time finally arrived.
You were rooted to the spot as golden eyes roamed your face with utter reverence. Too shocked by his sudden affection to react in those first moments. He inched closer until you could feel the heat from his skin upon your own and your breath hitched as you thought him about to deliver that tender first kiss.
When his cool feather-soft lips kissed at the very corner of your mouth, it was maddening. Yuno was teasing you, peppering quick kisses to your flesh but never coming close enough for your lips to meet.
He chuckled as you finally snapped.
One hand curling around his neck, fingers sinking into the silky black strands at his nape and forcing him to acknowledge you properly. His lips had warmed from all his sweet teasing and the kiss was firm but loving.
With you, he did not need to compete. There was no desire to prove yourself more worthy than he, you accepted him for who he was. Your presence was a comfort to Yuno and he did not fear to show you the real him, free from expectation and contempt.
“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips, pulling you back before you could question him.
His hands settled gently on your waist as you both sank into the experience. Before long you could not discern where you ended and Yuno began, and you never wanted to be parted from him again.
Finral
For all the womanising Finral chose to indulge in, when it came to his first kiss, he was cautiously hesitant.
The opportunity had arisen on several occasions, he was a handsome man after all, but he had known that those times had not been his destiny.
You were different, and the spatial mage adored that you were bold enough to tease him in a way no one else ever had. You appreciated him, never took his magic for granted and your tongue was sharp enough to ensure that his Black Bull friends knew not to treat him harshly.
It was more than obvious that Finral liked you, but getting him to act upon those feelings proved harder than you had assumed. You decided to take matters into your own hands.
A finger twisted around a loose strand of his green-tipped hair, enjoying the bob of his Adam’s apple and the flood of red that coursed up the sides of his neck as you asked him so sweetly, “can I kiss you?”
He nodded, not trusting his voice to remain unbroken. Finral watched as a pink tongue peeked from between your lips to wet the plush skin. Eyes the colour of an ocean of violets in bloom memorised every detail as your head tilted and lashes fluttered shut.
Finral tasted sweet like honey, his moistened lips slid in time with your own. Gentle gave way to heat, a smouldering fire rather than a flash of flames. He grew confident as the seconds passed, a hand speared into your hair and held your head as he deepened the kiss.
It had to end, as all good things do, but it hurt to part from his mouth. He looked flushed, hair mussed from your wandering fingers and a sinful darkness crept into his eyes.
“Can we do that again?” he asked on an exalted sigh.
Magna
Magna was used to fighting for what he most wanted in life and that included you. It wouldn’t be remiss to say that he was one of the most hard-working members of the Black Bulls, and his determination could rival even that of Asta’s.
A willing sparring partner, you pushed him to surpass his limits, just as Captain Yami had taught you. Nothing riled him more than seeing that fighting spirit twinkle in your eyes before launching a barrage of vicious attacks.
Magna’s magic was suited to ranged attacks but he couldn’t help but bring the fight to you, often ending in one of you pining the other until a breathless surrender was made. It was one of these many times that he chose to shoot his shot.
Now you might think that it would have been during one of the occasions that he pinned you, but no, he waited until you were ready to begin your usual gloating routine to strike. Whilst you were straddled over his stomach, feet wrapped around his thigh to prevent kicking and hands holding down his wrists, he closed the distance.
The kiss was a shock; his head lifted from the scorched ground to place the fleetingly hot kiss against your slightly parted lips. He watched through his tinted glasses, carefully judging your expression to see if he had ruined your friendship.
He was not the only one capable of shocking; you let go of his wrists and chose to capture his mouth instead. Busying your fingers in the streak of black hair that fell into his face, the kiss quickly became your new battleground.
Neither of you willing to submit to the other, mouths slanted and teeth nipped as things moved along much quicker than expected. Your tongue traced a path along his swollen lower lip, Magna moaned in his throat and finally panted out.
“I surrender!”
Liebe
Liebe didn’t think he understood the concept of love. It was difficult given his devil status, Hell was not a place where one would find compassion and softer emotions.
His first taste of the feeling of love was during his brief time with Richita and he missed that period of his life.
He didn’t believe he would feel it again, that was until he met you.
Liebe couldn’t shake the nervous fluttering that erupted in his stomach every time you walked through a door, his voice trembling as he replied to your genuine questions over his welfare.
It took an embarrassing conversation with Asta for the sweet-hearted devil to finally realise that he liked you – a lot. Not as a comrade, nor as a friend but as someone that made him feel whole in a way he hadn’t thought probable.
Of course, you liked Liebe in equal measure. You didn’t care one bit that he was a devil, choosing to weigh his actions and heart over anything else. From the top of his messy snow-white hair to the tip of his pointed tail, he was adorable.
The day you both admitted your feelings, it was a miserable day with everyone choosing to depart the hideout. He watched from the doorway as you read a book, curled into an armchair and looking cosy beneath a blanket.
You beckoned him in and made room for him to share the squishy seat with you. Without asking you started to read the story aloud to him, it was a story where a boy and girl realise after many years that they are in love and when the time came for them to kiss, you lowered the book to find Liebe staring at you intently.
No further words were needed.
He was so gentle as he admitted his feelings with the softest brush of his lips. Hesitancy lined his every move, constantly moving back to peer at your expression and gauge your reaction.
Liebe was terrified of accidentally hurting you with his sharp teeth, so much so that he refused to deepen the kiss despite your want.
Instead, the devil contented himself with peppering every inch of your face – cheeks, nose, brow – with kisses that were as soft as the petals of a dewy flower.
