hiya! hope u guys are doing well, do you guys think u could wrote about a first kiss with the sbg characters?
First Kiss Scenarios
Genre: fluff, established relationships
Pairings: Sbg!Characters x Reader
A/N: Sorry that it took so long to post😓
Ashlyn Banner
Ashlyn isn’t big on words, but she’s always been good at showing how she feels. The two of you are curled up on her bed, music playing softly from her headphones, one earbud in her ear, the other in yours. It’s one of those peaceful moments where neither of you needs to talk. Then, without warning, she shifts closer, her fingers lightly brushing against your arm.
She tilts her head up, green eyes searching yours for just a second before she leans in, pressing her lips to yours—slow, warm, familiar. When she pulls away, she lingers, forehead resting against yours.
“You looked like you needed that,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ben Clark
Ben isn’t one for unnecessary words. He’s never been great at saying how he feels, but you’ve learned by now that he doesn’t have to.
You’re sitting in his room, curled up beside him on his bed, the only light coming from the small lamp on his desk. It’s quiet, comfortable, the kind of peace that only comes from being with someone who just gets you.
You’re telling him about your day, and he’s listening like he always does—watching you, nodding occasionally, fingers tracing absentminded circles against your wrist. There’s something in his expression tonight, something soft, something unreadable.
Before you can ask, he reaches up, brushing a thumb over your cheek, and leans in. His lips meet yours in a slow, deliberate kiss—no hesitation, no uncertainty. Just him, telling you exactly how much he cares without ever saying a word.
When he pulls away, he lingers, his forehead resting lightly against yours. His fingers tighten around yours, grounding you in the quiet moment. And even though he doesn’t say anything, you know. You feel it.
With Ben, love isn’t loud. It’s steady. Certain. Real.
Aiden Clark
Aiden never does anything halfway. That includes loving you.
You’re both out late, way past when you should’ve gone home, standing at the edge of a rickety old bridge overlooking the river. The air is cool, the stars reflecting off the water, but Aiden is buzzing with that wild energy of his. “I have an idea,” he announces, his signature grin in place.
You already know this is going to be something ridiculous. “Aiden, no—”
“Aiden, yes.” He winks before climbing onto the wooden railing, balancing like he’s done it a hundred times. You grab his sleeve, but he just laughs. “Relax, babe. Live a little.”
And then he jumps.
Your heart stops. But before you can panic, he lands perfectly on the ledge just below, turning to look up at you like he didn’t just give you a heart attack. “Your turn!”
You stare at him. “Absolutely not.”
His grin softens, and he climbs back up, effortlessly hopping over the railing. Before you can scold him, he cups your face with both hands and kisses you.
It’s urgent, breathless, full of adrenaline and laughter. He tastes like mint gum and the thrill of the moment, his hands steady even as the world spins around you. When he pulls back, his forehead presses against yours, and he grins like he’s just won something.
“See? Heart’s racing either way.”
Tyler Hernandez
Tyler isn’t the type to make a big deal out of things. He’s not the guy who plans out the perfect kiss under the stars or waits for the right moment. No, when Tyler wants something, he just does it.
You’re walking home together after one of his baseball games, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm. He’s still a little sweaty from the game, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder, and he’s pretending not to be happy about the fact that you showed up to watch.
“You played well,” you say casually, nudging his arm.
He scoffs. “Obviously.” But there’s the smallest hint of pink creeping up his neck.
You roll your eyes, about to tease him, when suddenly, he stops walking. Before you can ask why, he turns to you, grips the strap of your backpack, and pulls you in.
His lips crash against yours, firm and a little rough—like he’s been holding back and just couldn’t anymore. His hands move to your waist, pulling you close, like he doesn’t want to let go. It’s intense, head-spinning, and completely Tyler.
When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours for a second. Then, as if nothing just happened, he lets go, shrugs, and keeps walking. “You coming or what?”
You blink, still breathless. “What—That’s it?”
He smirks, glancing at you over his shoulder. “You want another one? Win a bet first.”
Taylor Hernandez
Taylor always has a way of making everything feel like a moment. She doesn’t plan it, doesn’t force it—it just happens when she’s around.
Like now, when she suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the Ferris wheel at the carnival. “C’mon, trust me,” she says, grinning as she tugs you into the seat beside her.
You don’t question it. You never do.
As the ride slowly lifts you both up, she leans against you, her hand slipping into yours, her thumb tracing idle patterns against your skin. The higher you go, the quieter it gets—the sounds of the carnival fading into the background.
And then, just as the Ferris wheel stops at the very top, she turns to you, eyes shining in the neon glow of the lights. “This is kinda perfect, huh?”
Before you can answer, she leans in and kisses you—soft, slow, like she’s savoring it. The world fades around you, and for a second, it’s just her. Just this.
When she pulls away, she smiles knowingly. “Told you it would be perfect.”
Logan Fields
Logan still gets nervous sometimes, even though you’ve been together for a while. He’s not used to being this close to someone—not just physically, but emotionally. But with you, it’s different. Easier. Even if his heart still races every time you so much as look at him a certain way.
Tonight, you’re sitting on the hood of his car, parked at your usual spot on the hill just outside of town. The stars are out, the night air crisp, and Logan is fidgeting—pushing his glasses up, rubbing the back of his neck, shifting his weight like he’s trying to work up the nerve for something.
You smile, bumping your shoulder against his. “You okay?”
His breath catches for just a second before he nods, a little more determined now. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”
Before you can ask what about, he finally leans in and kisses you. It’s soft, careful, like he’s still a little unsure—but the way his fingers graze your jaw, the way he lingers just a little too long, makes it obvious: he’s wanted to do this all night.
When he pulls away, his face is already pink, but there’s a small, satisfied smile on his lips
“Sorry, it just felt right..”