Work Text:
Shigaraki had a fascination with your lips. He wasn't the most subtle, staring at your mouth whenever you'd talk to him, his heart skipping a beat when your face would light up with a smile. Your lips looked so soft, he just wanted to kiss you.
But he's never kissed anyone before, always too self-conscious of his cracked, scarred mouth to allow anyone to get close enough to take his first. He could just ask you. He knew you wouldn't mind helping him out, you've made it very clear that he's welcome to ask you anything he needs help with. You were so kind, he just wants to kiss you so bad.
So, he found himself standing in front of your bedroom door. His shaky hand knocked against the shabby wood gently, his heart almost leaping out of his chest as you called him in.
"Hey! What's up?" Your cheery voice only did so much to calm his nerves, only for them to be made worse when you patted the bed next to you. Shigaraki could feel the warmth radiate off of you, he was sitting so close to you that the close proximity made him shiver.
"I uh..." Shigaraki cleared his throat and steeled his nerves, "Have you... ever kissed someone before?" His eyes darted around your room, fixating on anything that wasn't your face. He felt his cheeks heat up as you giggled next to him.
"I have," you smile at him warmly. "Have you?" Shigaraki's face flushed darker as he shook his head nervously. His leg was bouncing with anxiety, unsure on how to proceed. "Would you like to?"
His heart nearly stopped. His mind was reeling. "...Are you offering?" He spoke before he even thought his words through. 'Of course not, stupid. Who would even want to kiss you?' His mind berated him for even considering the fact that you might want to kiss him back.
"Yeah, I am."
Shigaraki turned to look at you, wide eyed. He was met with an expectant gaze, as if you knew he'd jump at the opportunity, as if you were waiting for him to ask you all this time. He scanned your face for any signs of insincerity, there were none. No hidden motives. Nothing. Just the casual willingness to help him experience something new.
"Then, please..." His voice was barely above a whisper, entire body trembling as your warm hand cupped his cheek and tilted his head slightly. Your eyes filled with affection, his heart hammered in his chest as you leaned in, your soft lips pressing against his gently, as if testing the waters.
A quiet sigh left him as you pressed sweet kisses against his scarred lips, sensing no hints of disgust from you, only happiness and comfort. Each kiss drew a soft noise from Shigaraki, content hums filling the space between you as your fingers threaded through his hair.
Each time you pulled back between kisses, Shigaraki found himself chasing after you, drawing you back in. Your lips against his, your fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, your warm breath against his face. He felt goosebumps covering his body as you broke the kiss to lick your lips, his eyes trained on your mouth.
"How's that?" Your tender voice made a shiver run down his back, nodding weakly as he leaned towards you, silently begging for more. You smiled at him, brighter than the Sun, and kissed him over and over, giving him his fill.