There were a few types of kisses Izuku loved to get from Ochako.
9. The sweet short pecks she gave him when she was in a hurry. Just a short press of her lips to his, or maybe to his cheek. Sometimes when she was really in a rush, she’d miss and kiss his nose or jaw. Those kisses made his heart flutter and face warm as he thought about them.
8. Those soft kisses. The way her body pressed up against his, her soft little breaths, how they fit together nicely. Like two peas in a pod. The way she’d hold his hand, how she’d smile against his mouth. The way she tased in those fleeting moments. She tasted like hope and something...surreal. When she pulled away, her nervous little smile and her glowing face. Her smiles made him melt inside, smiling like a dork everytime.
7. The kisses she gave under the stairs during school. Those tasted like something mischievous and risque. Like a joke only he knew, and lips he wanted to memorize. The quick little peck, turning into something slow and soft. Pressing her against the wall, little giggles and clumsy kisses. Quick little pecks on his face, walking away holding hands and laughing.
6. When he got himself into trouble, those angry scared kisses she gave to him. In his room, on the battlefield, in the hospital, Recovery Girl’s office, wherever. The way she’d scolded him, slam her fists on the bed or wall, kiss him so hard that she was all he could think about. Eyes strewn wide, face warming with a light scarlet. She tasted like salt, fear and guilt. His stomach always swam when he remembered how much she cared. And how stupid he could be. The way she’d trace his bottom lip with one finger, murmuring things.
5. When he kissed her and she kissed him back. He didn’t like starting things, he was always so scared people would take them in the wrong way. But when he kissed Ochako first, he felt in control, and he felt loved. He felt loved, and gave love. Her little gasp and swallow as she fell into him full force. The way his heart would rattle around in his chest as he held her close. How desperate they were, laughing and knocking their teeth together. He hadn’t gotten any better at kissing her, but she was so kind and patient with him. Her sweet laughter when he squeaked, the way she let him take control. He felt so safe kissing her, like he could do everything wrong and she’d still laugh.
She loved it when he kissed her first, he slowly started doing it more. He loved the little gasps she made, and the little touches she’d brush against his skin. When they broke away to breathe for a moment, how she pulled him back by his tie, him pinning her against the wall. Those kisses tasted like something strong. Desire...warmth. Like some kind of flame sparked between them, neither wanting to move farther away from the other.
4. The kisses she’d press into his hands. On his palms, along his arms, his knuckles, his scars. Her little whispers, making his spine tingle. Making him love her more. Making him want to pull her close and never let go. Her touch making his skin erupt into goosebumps. The soft brushes of her fingertips, the softness of her lips against his skin. How...special she made him feel. Those short moments coated the air in love and...peace. Made everything taste sweet with tinges of something more as he’d lift her chin to capture her lips.
3. The kisses after ‘I love you’. The soft heave of her chest, the little smile playing across her lips. His surprise at those three simple words. He’d kiss her once, whisper them back, kiss her again then again. The sweetness of ‘I love you’ made his heart lurch and head spin. The brushes of skin, hands buried in one another’s hair, tugging softly at the locks. Little presses of fingertips. Legs shaking, needing to lean against the wall and hold her. Like she’d disappear if he let her go.
2. Her teasing kisses. A little peck along his face, him pleading with her to give him a real kiss. Her light laughter as she continued to tease him. She made him feel loved, even if she didn’t say it. Her flirtatious smile as she planted a soft kiss on his chin. His lower lip jutted out in a pout as he brushed her hair behind her ear with another soft plead. Her face erupting into red, before tackling him in a hug. Laughter filling the air she she planted a light kiss against his mouth. Taking a moment to breathe before kissing her back.
1. His favourite kiss though...were the ones that made him dissolve into her touch. They could be anything. A light touch, a slow press, a passionate groan. She made him feel alive. The kisses that made him dissolve were always the ones she gave him, and were always the ones they shared alone and quietly. She said ‘I love you’ through her touch and laughter. She said it through knowing what he liked, and knowing he was still learning. She would make him dissolve into her touch, making everything else disappear around them. How soft she was under his touch, how beautiful she could be no matter where they were. Her jokes, prodding at his stomach, light touches down his back and through his hair.
