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freshlove-sturn · 2 months

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experience

part 2

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: y/n heads off to college in a few weeks. the only problem? she knew next to nothing about any physical interactions. no sex. no kisses. nothing. so what happens when her best friend, matt, knows just the way to fix her dilemma?

warnings: smut? kinda i guess? fem!recieving

reader pov

tonight, the triplets and i were having our monthly movie night, a tradition we started in 5th grade.

“chris we’ve watched this movie a thousand times” nick groans.

“a thousand and one” chris corrects, earning an eye roll from nick.

i’m beside matt on the couch. we’re under the same blanket, and practically sitting on top of each other we’re so close. nothing out of the ordinary. we’ve always cuddled like this.

platonically of course.

just like how our make out session on my bedroom floor last friday was platonic.

just friends.

flashback

matt’s arms snake around my waist, pulling me in closer to him, his lips never leaving mine.

he takes my bottom lip in his teeth, gently pulling at it, granting himself access to explore my mouth with his tongue. i tense up underneath his touch. he must feel this, because he pulls away.

“don’t be nervous, just follow my lead. you got it. you’re doing so good.” his voice low and raspy.

i nod and he presses his lips back to mine, his tongue licking a stripe on my bottom lip, begging for entrance. i oblige.

our tongues fighting for dominance, however, he surely wins.

his lips travel down to the crook of my neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin. i moan at the sudden new sensation.

“you like that?” me smirks against my neck cockily.

“mhm” i sputter out.

“knew you would.”

the feeling of matt’s hand on my thigh snapped me out of my reeling overview of the moment just a view nights prior.

sure we’ve cuddled before but this, this felt far different.

i shift under his touch and look up at him. he doesn’t look at me, but i know he can feel my eyes on him by the way the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk.

he runs the pad of his thumb across the plush skin on my thigh. moving closer and closer to the place i needed him most with each swipe of his thumb.

the second he got just inches away from the heat growing between my legs, he removes his hand.

was he seriously teasing me right now?

i cross my legs, trying to suppress the aching feeling, desperate for touch.

it becomes too much and i excuse myself to the bathroom. nick and chris were both practically asleep. mumbling inaudible sentences as i get up from the couch.

as i’m walking up the stairs i hear matt.

“hey im gonna go grab my phone charger out of my room real quick” he tells his brothers.

before i can think, matt grabs my wrist and pulls me into his room, shutting the door behind us quietly.

“think it’s time for another lesson, don’t ya think?” he whispers

“i think so too” i smile

without another word, our lips smash together. hungry and passionate. he pushes me down onto his bed and crawls over top of me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head as he kissed down my neck.

“have you ever touched yourself before?” he asks, detaching his lips from the nape of my neck.

i freeze. we’ve told each other everything. just never anything explicit like this.

“don’t be embarrassed y/n, it’s completely normal. i’ve jacked off before. it’s not weird.” he ensures me.

i just nod my head, too embarrassed to say it out loud, regardless of what he just told me.

“have you ever finished?” his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke.

i shake my head “no” i whisper.

“well, would you want me to change that?” he raises his brows slightly.

i nod frantically.

“words y/n. i need to hear you say it” he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ears.

“please matt.” i beg.

“first rule about all of this.” he kisses my lips. “consent is key. never do anything you don’t want to do, got it?”

“got it.” i confirm.

“good.”

he connects his lips back with mine, his free hand fiddling at the hem of my tshirt.

“can i take this off?” he asks, tugging slightly at the fabric.

“yes.” i agree.

he pulls my shirt off over my head, stopping dead in his tracks, staring at my chest. my lacy black bra clad to my chest. i’ve been wearing all my best bras and underwear ever since we had made this agreement. i wanted to be prepared.

“you’re so beautiful y/n.” he says before connecting his lips to my collar bone.

once the adrenaline wears away, a wave of insecurity washes over me. i try covering myself with my hands, but matt grabs them and puts them at my sides.

“you never have to hide yourself from me baby” my strokes my cheek softly with his thumb.

baby. i don’t have a shirt on and my best friend is on top of me, kissing me, and calling me baby.

it’s a feeling i can’t even explain. i knew it was wrong. matt was my best friend since forever. this isn’t what friends are supposed to do. but for some reason, it felt so right.

his hands trail down to the waist band of my pajama shorts, his index finger slipping past it and running along the length of the band across my stomach.

“can i take these off pretty girl?”

i nod my head.

“words.”

“yes matt.” i reply.

he hooks his index and middle finger on each hand on my waistband, slowly tugging down my shorts.

“are you sure you want to do this?”

“yes.” i nod.

“okay. if at any point you want me to stop, just tell me, alright?”

“okay.” i breathe.

he takes two fingers and presses them to my clothed clit. my breathe hitches in my throat at the sudden contact.

“so wet for me baby. can feel you through your panties” gravel in his voice, pupils blown out in lust.

“matt please” i plead, desperate for his touch.

he pulls my underwear down slowly, keeping eye contact with me. he tosses them aside.

“i’ll walk you through everything okay y/n/n” he assures me.

“okay.” i nod.

“are you ready?” i shake my head yes; correcting myself with a quick ‘yes’, knowing he would protest at my silence.

he presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing it in slow, agonizing circles. i bite my lip, choking back the moan that was threatening to escape. if chris or nick heard us and found out about what we had going on, they’d be pissed.

i rock my hips against his fingers, feining for more pressure. he notices my actions and picks up the pace, rubbing in harder, faster motions.

his fingers slowly glide down to my entrance. slowly prodding at it.

“can i?” he asks permission.

“yes, please matt”

he pushes his fingers inside of me, slowly pumping in and out of my wetness, curling his fingers in a “come here” motion.

my back arches at the pleasure. i moan loudly as he hits my g-spot.

“f-fuck right there matt.” i throw my head back.

he continues his same actions, hitting my g-spot with his fingers with each thrust.

“doing so good for me. so good. such a good girl.” i clench around him at his words.

with that, the fingers that were once going at a moderate pace, quicken. plunging in and out of me with a new speed.

“fuck fuck matt. feels-“ i moan.

“feels good?” he brings a hand to one of my breasts, squeezing it gently through the mesh lace fabric of my bra.

“s-so good matt.” my hands grip the blanket underneath me.

my legs begin to shake uncontrollably, a string of curses falling from my lips.

“matt im close” i whimper.

“i know sweet girl, you got it, cum for me baby” he increases his speed just a bit, pushing into me harder. his finger curling perfectly at my g-spot.

“fuck fuck fuck” i release around his fingers.

“good girl.” he says, pulling his fingers out of me before bringing them to his lips, sucking my juices off of them.

“you did so good for me y/n. so so good. i’m proud of you.” he praises.

i lay beneath him still, my chest rising and falling heavily as i try to catch my breath.

matt walsh across the hall and quickly returns with a wet wash cloth.

he spreads my legs open and begins gently wiping me clean.

“mm too sensitive” i whine as the towel brushes against my swollen clit.

“shit sorry” he apologizes.

once he’s finished, he tosses the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper across his room. he pulls open his dresser drawer and grabs out a pair of sweat pants and boxers.

he walks back over to me and begins helping me get dressed. he pats my thighs signaling for me to lift up my hips so he can pull up the boxers and the pants completely.

once i’m filling clothed, he lays down beside me. “is it your turn now?” i turn to him.

“what do you mean?” he furrows his brows.

“like… do you want something from me now?” i ask.

“no way. i mean, it would be great, but im not letting you do anything for me until i’ve helped you feel pleasure in anyway possible. we’ve got a lot to get through before you even think about pleasuring me.” he tells me.

“if a guy prioritizes his own pleasure over yours, he’s not worth it. he should be making you feel good first.” i nod my head as i listen to him.

“do you want to stay here tonight?” he asks.

“i’d love to.” i whisper, incredibly tired.

who knew an orgasm was so tiring?

matt pulls me into him by my waist, i lay my head on his chest, snuggling into his side as close as i possibly could. my breath becoming slow and steady.

“goodnight y/n/n” he kisses my forehead.

“goodnight matt.” i murmur.

god what have we started.

a/n: AHH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING ANYTHING REMOTELY CLOSE TO SMUT IM SO SORRY IF ITS BAD 😭

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freshlove-sturn · 2 months

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PLEASE where part 2 of experience 🥲🙏

tonight !

should i try to make a posting schedule??

most of my free time is on the weekends, so probably just expect new parts then 🙏

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freshlove-sturn · 3 months

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experience

part 1

matt sturniolo x reader

a/n: surprise 😋

reader pov

“matt i don’t even know what to pack” i look up at matt, who was laying on my bed, throwing my hands down in defeat as i sat with my suitcase open, clothes scattered all over the floor.

“i think you’ve got a good start.” he gestures to the items that were neatly folded inside the suitcase.

“this is stressful.” i sigh, rubbing my hands down my face.

“you’ll be alright. i promise” he assures me. i roll my eyes.

“you don’t know that.” i retort.

“yes i do. i wouldn’t promise you if i didn’t. what about it is stressing you out?” he turns his phone down and adjusts his position on the bed to completely face me.

“all of it.” i reply bluntly.

“well can you be more specific so i can at least try to help you?” matt questions.

i really didn’t want to tell him one of the main reasons why i was stressed out. i’m not even sure if “stress” is the word for it.

truth be told, i’m the most inexperienced person i know. i’ve never had a boyfriend. i’ve never kissed anyone. i’ve never had sex. nothing.

and now in a few weeks i was getting thrown right into college life.

i’d be lying if i said i didn’t feel insecure about it. i knew that everyone around me was going to have at the very least a kiss under their belt. not me though.

there was going to be a whole new display of men at my disposal, and along with that, a whole new group of pretty, experienced girls.

i felt pathetic.

but how could i admit to my childhood best friend that i was stressed out about going to college because i was a virgin? that i had never felt the touch of a man?

but it was matt. i told matt everything. always have. always will.

without even thinking, i blurt “i’m a virgin.”

“what?” matt’s eyes widen at my confession.

“i’ve never had sex. i’ve never been kissed. i’ve never even had a boyfriend, matt. i feel like a child.” i explain, matt’s eyes never leaving mine.

“you don’t have to have done any of those things to be ‘cool’ y/n/n.” his voice was soft and reassuring.

“that’s easy for you to say matt. you have girls practically worshipping the ground you walk on just for a chance with you.” he didn’t get it. he has had girlfriends. he has had kisses. he’s had sex. i didn’t have that.

“who’s to say you don’t have guys doing the same for you?” he raises an eyebrow at me.

“oh really? name one.” i insist.

“oh i can name several. brandon jones bought you 12 of those goofy ass over priced roses that student council was selling for valentine’s day and asked you to prom. you turned down all of his advances. 8th grade, when we were playing spin the bottle in nate’s basement, aiden griffin begged you to play, and when you said no, he didn’t play either.” he holds up a finger for each boy he recalls.

“that’s only two. plus, i hate roses and i always go to dances with you. and also, i didn’t exactly want to have my first kiss with anyone on your hockey team.” i defend.

“you didn’t let me finish.” he hushes me. “jack waters asked you out 4 times and you said no every. single. time.”

“okay okay i get it” i grumble, praying he would shut up.

he was right. i never even gave anyone a chance. it was my fault i had such a lack of experience. there was plenty of opportunity.

which is why i wasn’t even sure why i was sitting here, wallowing in self pity over things i could’ve done ages ago had i not rejected any boy who showed interest in me. until now, guys and everything that came along with that just didn’t seem like a priority to me. i had my best friend, who treated me perfect, and that was enough for me. matt would be there any time a boy made me cry. he would hold me and tell me that they aren’t worth my time, that i deserved the world. i whole heartedly believed anything that came out of his mouth, which i can only assume is partially to blame for my ridiculous standards.

matt treated me like a princess. matt tied my shoes when i was little and didn’t know how, matt was patient when i was learning how to ride my bike without training wheels, matt would eat the green and purple skittles because he knew i only liked the red and orange, matt knew the sidewalk rule, matt covered the edge of the table with his hand when i would drop something underneath so i wouldn’t hit my head when i came back up, matt went all out for my birthday each year, matt had gotten me flowers and chocolate for valentine’s day every year since we were 7. matt did it all.

matt was the best friend i could ever ask for.

he would do anything for me.

which was exactly why, despite my outward reaction, i wasn’t at all surprised by this proposal.

“what if i helped you? i teach you how to do all the things before you got to college so you aren’t going in there blind.”

“like as in-“ i speak slow and unsurely before he cut me off.

“like as in kiss you, have sex with you, what ever you think you need to know before you leave. we can start small and work our way up.” he stares at me intently, as if he was trying to read my face.

“are you sure?” i question.

“if that’s what you want. i want to help you. that’s what friends are for anyway, right? making each other feel good?”

sure, friends are supposed to make each other “feel good”. but by doing friend things.

not sex.

no strings attached though, right? strictly business. people do friends with benefits all the time.

it couldn’t hurt.

matt’s my best friend. he just wants to help me out. friends help each other.

that’s what this is. help.

helping me reach an orgasm.

“nothing has to change between us. we will still be best friends. you don’t have to say yes. if you don’t want to do it, we can just forget thing conversation ever happened alright? i just want you to be comfortable.” he explains.

“deal.” i hold my hand out.

“deal.” he grabs my hand and shakes it.

“but if you’re having doubts, or feelings get involved, or anything goes wrong, we have to cut it off okay?” i narrow my eyes at him. i needed him to know i was serious about our friendship. i could t lose him just because i felt like a helpless virgin.

“got it” he nods.

“so, when should this whole thing start?” i cock my head to the side.

matt leans down from his position on my bed, places his hand on my cheek and slowly leans in.

“here.” he says as his lips ghost over mine.

before i say a word, our lips connect. my eyes go wide for a second before i relax into the kiss. his lips were just as soft as they looked.

i was having my first kiss.

with my best friend.

holy fuck.

a/n: I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS AHH. i’m kind of excited for this series. lmk how you’re feeling so far 😋😋

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freshlove-sturn · 3 months

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HELP ME OUT? PT 9

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 p6 pt7 pt8 p9

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

purple- nick

red- any side characters

summary: chris is falling behind in english. he knows he has to get in grade in check before his big lacrosse game, or else coach will bench him. so what better idea than to reach out to the smart girl who sits in front of him in class? after all, it's just a little help... right?

readers pov

i sit at my desk twiddling my thumbs, unable to focus on what the teacher is saying while chris and i pass notes back and forth.

“you look so pretty today. green looks good on you” is scribbled across the piece of notebook paper that i held underneath my desk, careful not to let anyone see.

“thank you :) you don’t look to bad yourself” i write back, sneakily passing the now folded up paper to chris.

just as soon as chris puts his pencil back down and goes to hand me the paper, the teacher clears her throat.

“care to share what couldn’t wait until after class?” she interrogated as she saunters over to our desks. everyone turns around and looks at us, my eyes go wide and my cheeks grow hot in embarrassment. i shoot a look at chris, a tongue in cheek grin spread across his face.

the teacher plucks the paper from chris’s hand. i swallow nervously. i watch her eyes scan over the paper. we had been talking about everything from how tired we were to flirting.

“i like that color on you as well y/n.” agreeing with chris’s compliment.

“ooooh” the entire class jeered. i put my head in my hands, not wanting to face anything going on around me. i was thoroughly embarrassed.

she hands the paper back to me and i slip it into my binder. i look over a chris, who was mouthing sorry to me with a sheepish expression on his lips. i smile at him and shake my head. people were slowly figuring out what was happening between us.

was it scary? maybe a little. this was my first time ever being romantically involved with a guy. but god i didn’t just want to be a secret.

was he just using me to get a good grade for the game friday? was he going to even talk to me after this? was this all some sick joke? my mind ran wild with every possibility.

mostly the negative ones.

out of my 18 years on this planet, never once had a guy made me feel like chris makes me feel. nobody’s ever touched me like chris does. nobody looks at me like chris does. nobody makes me laugh like chris does.

nobody compared to chris.

which was precisely why this whole situation was terrifying. did i love every second i spent with chris? yes. more than anything.

but i really didn’t know how he felt about me.

as dramatic as it sounds, if whatever this is takes a turn for the worst, i don’t think i’ll ever feel the way i do now ever again.

i didn’t want to feel anything like this if it wasn’t chris responsible for it.

i’m pulled out of my thoughts when our tests start getting passed back. i get mine. 97%.

i look over at chris, he glances at me with a disappointed look on his face before shoving the paper into his folder.

shit.

the bell rings and chris gets up and walks out of class without even looking back at me. i hurry up and grab my things and follow him down the hallway.

“chris” i call out to him, no response. trying my best to catch up to him without running.

“chris!” i grab his shoulder, turning him to face me.

he looks down at me with a straight face

“what’s wrong? you couldn’t have done bad, you were doing so good when we were studying!” i stammer out. my heart was breaking for him.

i look up at him waiting for a response, he says nothing, i open my mouth to say more when a smile cracks across his face, he pulls his test out from his folder and hands it to me. 94%.

“chris! you scared me so bad!” i look from his test up to his eyes.

“thank you so much y/n. i never would have done that without you.” he smiles down at me.

“you deserve it. i’m really proud of you chris. like, you have no idea.” i tell him. i meant every word. i was so incredibly proud of him.

“i think we should celebrate.” he suggests

i raise an eyebrow at him. “oh yeah? what do you have in mind?”

“you’ll see.” he winks.

chris pov

i made reservations for 6 o’clock at one of the fancier restaurants in boston.

y/n would be getting to my house any minute now.

“nick does this look stupid?” i look at myself in my mirror, nick behind me, sprawled out on my bed.

“you really want to impress her huh?” he teased.

“i-“ i close my mouth, not even bothering to try an argue his accusation. it was true. i couldn’t deny it. “whatever. do i look good or not? i feel like my hair is parted weird.”

“you look fine. stop stressing. y/n is a really sweet girl. i promise you she could not give less of a fuck about the way your hair is parted.” he assures me.

“i know. i’m just nervous.” i check my phone to see if i have any texts from y/n.

“you really like her don’t you?” he presses.

“honestly? yeah. i do. a lot.”

it felt good to say it out loud. typically, i found commitment scary. i wanted nothing to do with it. i didn’t want to risk hurting myself or anyone else, so i just never put myself in the position for it to happen. sure i’ve had meaningless hookups, none that i was proud of by any means, but things were different with y/n. i wanted nothing else but her.

she was perfect. everything good that a person could possibly be was all inside of her. she was everything.

she was sweet, caring, smart, pretty. fuck was she pretty. i could stare into her y/e/c eyes for as long as she’d let me and i love the way they crinkle when she smiles. i love the soft features that made up her face. i could tell her a million things about why i love each individual square inch of her beautiful face.

she was everything i could ever want and more.

and shit did that scare me.

i check my phone again, this time with a text letting me know that she was outside. i bid my goodbyes to nick, after he gives me another pep talk and walk outside to her car.

i open the passenger side door. fuck she looked so pretty. her hair and makeup were done perfectly, wearing a black dress that fell just above her knee.

“hey” i smile as i get in the car, admiring her.

“hi” she returns the smile. i watch her eyes look me up and down, taking in my figure.

“you look amazing” i tell her.

“thank you. you don’t look too bad yourself” she replies.

we finally arrive at the restaurant. as we make our way through the parking lot, her hand brushes against mine. i interlock our hands and sway them back and forth, earning a laugh from her. once we reached the door, i dropped her hand and held the door open for her.

“gentleman” she nudges me playfully.

“only for you” i say, slightly bowing at her.

once we’re seated and order our drinks, i take my opportunity to get to know her more. i wanted to know it all. i knew a lot. i knew she liked the sky and the color green. i knew she was really smart and loved english. i knew the layout of her room and the colors of her walls. i knew what her lips tasted like.

but that wasn’t enough for me.

i wanted to know everything there was to know about y/n.

she was so interesting to me. i don’t know how i’ve gone all this time without paying any mind to just how amazing she was.

“so, what are your plans after highschool?” i ask.

“honestly? i’m not even sure yet. i’ve applied to some colleges and i’ve been accepted to a few, but i still haven’t picked where i want to go. as for like majors and stuff i’m really interested in psychology, and there’s so many careers i can do with that. what about you?” how was i supposed to tell her that i didn’t know what the hell i wanted to do? what would she think if i told her i hadn’t even applied to any colleges?

“i haven’t really thought about it.” i tell her. i didn’t want to admit that i really didn’t know what i was doing with my life after we graduate.

she nods. “that’s okay, i completely get that. you don’t have to figure it all out right now.”

just as i was about to ask her more about herself, the waiter comes by with our drinks.

“are we ready to order?” he glances at me and then lays his eyes on y/n, looking at her like she was his last meal.

i don’t like that shit. at all.

“i think so.” i say coldly.

“alright. what can i get for the pretty lady?”

was it not obvious to this dickhead that we were on a date?

i reach across the table and grab both of y/n’s hands, rubbing the backs of them with my thumb. hoping he’d get the hint.

he did. his demeanor changed almost immediately.

we order our food and the waiter walks off in defeat.

“well that was kinda awkward” she laughs.

“yeah it was.” my hands are still holding hers, my thumb still subconsciously stroking her soft skin, regardless of the fact that there wasn’t anyone i was trying to ward off.

“he called me pretty. i only like it when you do that.”

i feel a blush creep across my face, but i try to act cool. “oh yeah?”

“mhm. you’re also the only boy who’s ever called me pretty. well, until now”

“that’s crazy. i would have figured you heard that all the time.” that boosted my ego for some reason. i loved knowing that i was the only guy who has ever had this with her.

“i’m really proud of you chris.” she breaks the silence that had fallen between us.

“proud of me for what?” i ask. i knew the answer. she was proud of me for doing good on the test. i just wanted to hear her say one more time that she was proud of me.

it felt so special coming from her.

anything from her was special.

she was special.

“your test. you did really really well on it.” she says with the sweetest smile. one of my many favorite things about her.

“couldn’t have done it without you y’know” i watch her cheeks as they become coated in a pink flush.

after we finish eating, the check comes. y/n reaches for it and i stop her hand.

“you’re hilarious.” i say, pulling out my wallet from my pocket.

“chris please let me pay” she pleads.

“no way. i’m paying” i shake my head, grabbing the check and looking at the price. i don’t care how much it was. i was paying.

“can we at least split it?” she tries to compromise. i don’t budge.

before she can protest my actions any further, the waiter comes back by to collect the check. he doesn’t say anything. just mumbles a thank you. i shoot her a cocky smile, i watch her try to choke back a laugh, but she quickly breaks.

we stand up from our seats and head towards the exit. my hand placed on the small of her back, guiding her through the restaurant.

once we reach the doors, we are greeted with a heavy downpour of rain.

“you have got to be kidding me” y/n scoffs.

“i’ll race you to the car” i grin.

she doesn’t say anything back, just quickly pushes the door open and begins to sprint to her car. i follow suit.

i catch up to her almost immediately, regardless of her head start. i grab her waist, spinning us in a circle right in front of her car. she erupts in a fit of laughter. i do the same.

“i totally won” she smirks, my hands still holding her waist as we face each other, the rain beating down on us.

“you sure about that?” i raise my eyebrows.

“positive.” she moves a piece of my wet hair that had stuck to my forehead from the rain.

“i really like you y/n” i blurt out without thinking.

“you sure about that?” she furrows her brows, i smile at her mockery.

“positive.” i smile.

i lean down and press my lips to hers. she kisses me back slowly. our lips gliding against each other with the rain drops that had coated our skin.

it felt like a movie.

it felt perfect.

it felt right.

a/n: idk how i feel about this chapter tbh 😭 it’s really long. hope yall liked it!! so so so sorry for leaving yall high and dry for a while 🙏😔

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are you still updating help me out? I need more fluffly chrissss

the next part will be out friday for sure!! possibly earlier. i have it mostly written, i just have had a lot of school stuff and what not 😋

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i think he’s in love with me (he lives 4 hours away, leaves me on open and delivered constantly, compliments me on occasion, and tells me i’m boring)

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okay yall buckle up get strapped in bc what even is this situation 😭

okay so a little background lore if you will,

i’m friends with this girl and she has some crazy jealousy issues. if i’m hanging out with other people without her i HAVE to keep it a secret from her or it’s the end of the world.

she also literally talks mad shit on me and all of our friends. like says we’re full of ourselves and that we’re bad friends yadadada

so friday i go out with some friends, we don’t invite her bc she never tries making plans with us and yk, she literally just straight up hates us.

so we’re at this restaurant, eating having a good time and we get a text from her in our groupchat.

and she’s like “all my pookies hanging out without me? i would like to do fun things with you guys too but i don’t want to pity party my way in”

LIKE GIRL THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE ACTIVELY DOING. QUITE LITERALLY TRYING TI MAKE US FEEL BAD FOR NOT INVITING YOU.

and also, nobody told her that we were hanging out, so she had to of checked out locations.

weird.

so none of us respond bc like, why even entertain that yk

and she just keeps texting us like “omg i’m overreacting” “i’m just digging myself into a deeper hole” “i’m not trying to be accusatory”

and we don’t respond.

and then we go to walmart (i live in a small town and the most fun thing to do is go to the walmart 30 minutes away and just walk around 😭😭)

and she starts typing and i say something to my friends about it and one of them decides to check our life 369 circle.

AND GUESS WHO IS FUCKING AT WALMART, WALKING TOWARDS WHERE WE ARE

HER.

so we drop everything we were gonna buy, weave in and out of aisles trying to get out of the store without her seeing us.

my heart was RACING 😭

i felt like i was on a heist

like in a horror movie or some shit.

so basically i have a psycho clingy gf obsessive stalker friend and idk what to do about it bc im not confrontational 😋😋😋

this might not seem as crazy as i led on but y’all this is the most bizarre shit ever to me rn 😭

i haven’t said anything about it to her and she hasn’t said anything about it to me and i haven’t seen her since 😭 but my friend said that she wouldn’t even look at her in the halls and kept her head down.

LIKE I CAN TOTALLY UNDERSTAND BEING UPSET AND FEELING LEFT OUT BUT STALKING ME??? WHAT ARE YOU KIDDING

please lmk if i’m being dramatic 😭

anyways

thank you for tuning in 😋🙏

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i’m not going to school tmr bc i need a day to catch up on all the homework i’ve been procrastinating on so i might be able to give y’all help me out pt 9 sometime tn 😋😋

anyways

do y’all wanna know something insane that happened when i was hanging out with my friends on friday 😋

i desperately need to vent to someone who doesn’t know these people irl 😭

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HELP ME OUT? PT 8

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 p6 pt7 pt8

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

a/n: this chapters kinda spicy 😋 it’s not smut tho. i’m not talented enough for allat ✊😖

readers pov

chris stands behind me at my locker, arms held out waiting for me to hand him things to carry for me to class.

“chris i can carry these things myself you know” i tell him as he grabs the notebooks and my laptop from my hands.

“i know you can but i don’t want you to. i want to do it for you.” he responds and i smile.

“are you ready for this test?” i ask. today was the big test in english that i’ve been preparing chris for. the test that would determine if he played on friday.

“yeah i think i got it. i’ll be fine. are you ready?” he looks down at me as we start walking to class. i was pleased to hear that he was at least a bit confident in himself about the test. i wanted him to be able to play more than he himself probably did.

“yeah i’m ready. i’m a bit nervous though.” i admit. honestly, i wasn’t really retaining any information for myself as i studied with chris. all i could think about was him. how pretty he looked, how much i loved the feeling of his lips, how blue his eyes were, how soft his hair was, basically everything but the topic at hand.

“hey y/n/n don’t be nervous. you’re gonna do great. i know you will.” he laced his fingers in mine and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. i smile at him.

our hands drop from on another’s grasp as we walk into the classroom, careful to not let anyone see our them interlocked. we weren’t official. there weren’t any labels. we hadn’t really even talked about it. sure we flirt and kiss, but there was never a name attached to it. i knew what i wanted, but i didn’t know what chris wanted. i’d be lying if i said it hadn’t been eating at me since the moment he pressed his lips to mine for the very first time that night at the beach. but i suppressed those feelings, scared that if i were to say anything, it would scare him away. i didn’t want to lose what i had with chris.

chris sets my things down on my desk, sitting down beside me in the spot that he had claimed as his own.

the teacher tells us to get silent as she passes us our tests. i shoot chris an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. he looks around quickly before blowing me a kiss, a goofy smile spreading across his face. i smile and roll my eyes at him.

once everyone has their tests, we are instructed to begin.

i turn in my test 10 minutes before the bell. i look over at chris and see that he’s still working. god i hope passes. in my eyes, he was the most deserving of a good grade. chris sturniolo deserved the world.

just as the bell rings, chris gets up and turns in his test. i wait for him by the door.

“i actually think i did really good. i knew like all of that shit” he says as he approaches me.

“that’s good! i’m glad. i need something to do friday.” i smile.

“wait what are you doing friday?” he furrows his brows at me confused.

“watching you play silly.” i laugh.

“oh yeah. i need to remember to bring you my jersey again.”

“how about i stop by tonight and grab it?” i suggest

“yeah. i’d like that.” he agrees.

“oh yeah?” i can barely get it out before chris pulls me into the janitors closet we were passing by.

“chris what are you-“ my words get cut off by his lips on mine.

i smile and return the kiss.

“sorry, almost forgot what your lips feel like” he whispers against my forehead before planting a soft kiss to it.

“did that jog your memory?” i raise my eyebrow at him.

“not quite. i think i might need another one just to be sure” he leans in and i press a finger against his lips.

“chris im gonna be late to my next class.” i giggle.

“fine. we can do some more jogging later when you come over.” he tells me and i blush.

chris leaves the closet first. knocking on the door to let me know when it’s safe for me to come out. we go out separate ways down the hallway to our next class.

chris didn’t have practice today so i was able to come over to his house right after school. he meets me at his front door and lets me in.

we go upstairs to his room, and he shuts the door behind us.

“here’s this” he tosses me his jersey.

“thanks.” i smile.

“now where were we?” he grabs me by my waist, pulling me into him as he leans down to my face, ghosting his lips right over mine. “ah, right about here” he smirks before pressing his lips to mine.

the kiss was slow, hungry, and passionate. our tongues fighting for dominance, his winning of course. he gently lays me down on his bed and hovers over me, his arms at the side of my head, supporting his body weight.

“you’re so beautiful y/n” he says as he leans back down and connects our lips.

his lips travel from my lips down to my jaw, and then down my neck.

“mm chris don’t leave marks” i tell him. my parents would kill me if i came home with a hickey. i couldn’t even imagine how it would be at school.

“i won’t” he assured me. i feel his smile against my neck. nipping at the skin ever so gently, and then going back over with his tongue.

he moves his lips right under my ear and sucks gently, a moan escaped my lips. so that’s where my sweet spot is.

i feel him smirk against me. “you like that?”

i just hum in response. i couldn’t even form words. i move my hands up underneath his shirt, dragging them up and down, slowly against his back.

the undeniable heat that was growing between my legs was getting harder and harder to ignore as he took my bottom lip between his teeth. i squeeze my legs together, desperate for any sort of friction. i’ve never felt like that before.

that was one of the many things i liked about chris. he made me feel things that were once foreign to me prior to ever meeting him.

i wrap my legs around his waist, flipping us over so i was now straddling him.

chris pov

my eyes widen slightly at the new position we were in. she smiles down at me and leans back in, our lips connecting.

my hands travel from the side of her face down to her hips, resting just above the waistband of her pants.

i feel her hips grind against me and my breathe hitches in my throat.

“fuck. don’t do that” i groan. feeling myself grow underneath her.

“oh my god i’m sorry did i hurt you?” she looks scared.

i laugh at her obliviousness “no you didn’t hurt me”

“oh okay” she still sounds confused, but connect our lips again.

with every slight movement of hers, i feel myself getting harder. part of me was embarrassed of the effect she had on me, but i also couldn’t get enough of her.

once her pelvic bone meets mine again, a moan falls from my mouth. i grab her hips to steady her.

i knew i couldn’t let this go any further. i didn’t want to corrupt her in anyway. i mean shit, she just had her first kiss. i didn’t want to throw her into something like this so quickly, so i pull my lips away from her.

“why’d you stop?” i found it hard to believe that she couldn’t feel me underneath her. i could tell by the sound of her voice. she just wanted to hear me say it.

i push her hips down slightly. “i know you feel that.” i tell her.

i watch her face turn red, she doesn’t say anything. just giggles.

she moves to get off of me, her hand brushing right over the bulge in my pants. i knew she did it on purpose by the way she grinned up at me.

“well, i think i’m gonna get going.” she picks up the jersey that had fallen to the floor during our endeavors.

“i’ll see you tomorrow” i tell her, grabbing a pillow and placing it over my crotch.

“bye chris” she says before giving me a peck on my lips and leaving my room.

she was going to be the death of me.

a/n: HEHE I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS

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me patiently waiting for new parts to help me out and Philia …

FOR SURE A NEW PART OF HELP ME OUT TODAY I PROMISE 🙏

i’m honestly still trying to figure out where i want to go with philia tbh. i’m not liking it as much as i had hoped, the next part will probably be the last part but i’m just not sure how to end it.

they haven’t been written bc i’ve had like zero motivation to write but as soon as i sit down and actually start writing it they come together pretty fast 🙏

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i be fan girling so hard every time someone that i stalk for updates on their fics likes my fics

highest honor

i love you so big

mwah big fat kiss on the mouth mwah 💋

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guys it’s a sign

does this mean matt sturniolo is gonna kiss me and we’re gonna get married and have 9 kids and live happily ever after??

(say yes)

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HELP ME OUT? PT 7

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 p6 pt7 pt8

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

red- reader’s dad

readers pov

a cool breeze against my body caused me to flutter my eyes open. my head was against chris’s chest, our legs intertwined. i blink a few times to fully bring myself to reality. upon opening my eyes fully, i see the beginnings of a sunset peeking out over the horizon. i try to sit up, but chris’s arm held me firmly against his side. i pull it away from my waist so i’m able to sit up without his restraint.

shit.

“chris wake up.” i shake his shoulder gently, yet frantically.

he stirs awake at my actions and rubs his eyes.

“we fell asleep. my parents are gonna kill me” i tell him.

“oh fuck. what time is it?” he sits up, his voice raspy, his messy dark locks fell perfectly over his face. how was he still so beautiful even after sleeping outside all night?

i snap out of my thoughts. now was not the time to be swooning over him. i needed to get home.

“i have no idea. i left my phone in the car. we need to hurry though. it won’t be long before my parents realize i’m not home, if they haven’t already.” we both stand up. i go a bit to quickly and stumble a bit. chris steadies me by grabbing my hand.

“you go ahead and get in the car. i’ll grab the blanket” he gestures towards where my car was parked. i hurriedly walk over there, opening up my car door and starting it.

chris got in just a few seconds later. “i’m really sorry y/n. this is all my fault, i just lost track of time and-“

i cut him off. “no chris it’s not your fault it’s okay.”

“i don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.” he tells me.

“if i get in trouble i’ll be fine chris. this was worth it” i reassure him. he smiles at me and i return it.

he grabs my hand that was resting in the center console and presses a kiss to each of my knuckles.

due to my speeding, we get to his house about 5 minutes quicker than we would have had i not been going 10 over the whole ride.

before getting out, chris leans over, grabbing my jaw and turning my head to face him. he plants a quick, gentle peck to my lips.

“let me know when you get home.” his forehead rested against mine. i felt all my anxiety and fear of getting caught leave my body. i suddenly didn’t care about getting in trouble. as long as i felt what it was like to be held by him, nothing else mattered.

“will do.” i smile and kiss him once more. “are you gonna come over later? so we can study? the test is tomorrow.”

“of course i will.”

“okay, i’ll see you later then. i really should get going, i’ll be surprised if my parents haven’t launched a search party” i giggle.

“yeah i’ll let you go. see you tonight”

he shuts my car door gently behind him and makes his way up to his front door, before turning around and jogging towards my side of the car.

i roll my window down “did you forget something?”

“yeah. just one more of these.” he leans his head in and kisses me, i laugh into the kiss.

“okay i really need to go this time” i put two fingers over his lips.

“you’re right. okay i’ll let you go for real this time” he pulls his head back out of the car.

“bye chris” i wave.

“goodbye pretty girl.” i blush at the nickname. i watch him jog up to his front door, he looks back and smiles before heading inside.

i wait until he closes the door before i drive off. i smile to myself. i couldn’t fathom the fact that i had been on my first date, had my first kiss, and fell asleep with the boy who has consumed my every waking thought all in the same night. it didn’t feel real.

i don’t even remember the drive home as i pull into my driveway. i just replayed every second of the night in my head. over, and over, and over. i’m certain that there won’t be a day that i don’t think about it.

the feeling of his lips on mine, the way he held my face as he kissed me, the way he would pull me impossibly closer to him, it all took my breath straight out of my lungs.

the feeling was suffocating in the best way.

like he was the ocean and i’m drowning.

and i never want to come back up for air.

i take a deep breath before opening my front door. i knew for sure i was in deep shit. there was no way in hell my parents didn’t know i was gone. it’s currently 5am. my dad would 100% be getting ready for work right now. and he 100% had noticed that my car wasn’t in the driveway.

i gently push the door open. i take a quick glance around, i don’t see anyone. i tip toe towards my stairs.

“well good morning.” i cringe at the sound of my father’s voice behind me. i turn around slowly. smiling awkwardly when i meet his hard gaze.

“oh, morning dad” i stutter out, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“where exactly have you been?” he questions.

i never formally introduced my parents to chris. all they knew was that i was tutoring him. they had no idea that there were any romantic feelings involved.

i use this to my advantage. i knew they would never suspect that i was out with chris. “i was at chloe’s house. she had a question about our test we have in english on Monday. i was gonna tell you and mom i was leaving but you were already asleep, i didn’t want to wake you since you had ti get up early for work.” i lie straight through my teeth. i watch his facial expression intently to see in he was buying a word that came out of my mouth.

“and this question took you until 5 o’clock in the morning to answer?” he furrows his brows.

“well it was late and we both lost track of time and fell asleep” which wasn’t a complete lie. i had lost track of time and fell asleep. just not at my best friends house, and not over school related stuff.

“mhm” he nods his head slowly and crosses his arms. i could tell he wasn’t convinced, but i had never given him a reason to not trust me, so he didn’t press me any further. “well, you should get up to bed and get some sleep. i won’t tell your mom about this. but don’t let me catch you sneaking in the house bright and early in the morning again”

i thank him for not telling my mom and hurry up my stairs. i text chris that i made it home and that i got caught but wasn’t in trouble.

we arrange a time for him to come over. i couldn’t wait to see him again.

chris pov

i get to y/n’s house around 6pm. she opens the door with a big smile on her face and lets me inside.

“hey” she coos in a singsong voice.

“hi” i reply. smiling at her giddiness.

we go upstairs to her room. her bed was freshly made and she had a candle lit that filled the room with a sweet scent. one that went perfectly with her perfume that hung in the air. i sit down next to her, closer than usual, given the fact that we now knew what each others lips tasted like and how they felt against each other.

she pulls out her notebook, flash cards, and her study guide from her book bag. “are you feeling confident about the test?” she asks me. you could tell she was genuinely wondering by the way her soft gaze fell on mine, patiently waiting for my response.

“somewhat.” i tell her.

“well, that’s better than nothing” she spoke, taking off the rubber band that was holding her flash cards in place. “i made these to make running through the questions easier. you can take them home to study as well if you want” she holds up the stack of cards.

“cool. thank you” i say as i admire her handwriting that covered the paper.

she starts quizzing me, sorting the cards into stacks of questions i knew, and a stack of questions i didn’t know.

i start getting lazy with my responses. i wasn’t really thinking, i was just looking at her. taking in all her beauty.

“chris, come on are you even trying?” she puts the cards in her lap. i could tell she was getting frustrated.

“you’re just so pretty it’s distracting” i tell her. she rolls her eyes at my response and i smile.

“well then maybe you should have your brother study with you then”

“no no i’ll pay attention i promise.” i laugh, i pick up the cards from her lap and place them back into her hand.

“you better.” she tries to be stern with me, hardening her eyes, keeping a straight face.

“don’t smile.” i tease, smiling widely at her.

she stares at me for a few seconds. i repeat myself, causing a grin to pull at the corners of her mouth.

“ha! gotcha” i ruffle her hair.

“okay time to get serious” she playfully shoves me.

“alright alright” i throw my hands up in surrender.

she keeps studying me, but i find it increasingly hard to focus. i can’t pull my gaze from her pink plump lips. i missed the way they felt against mine. they were addicting.

“hey y/n i have an idea that’ll keep me more motivated to pay attention” i look at her and grin cheekily.

“and that is?” she raises a brow.

“how about every time i get an answer right, i get a kiss?” i bite my lip and smile.

she shakes her head and cocks it to the side, letting out a sigh. “chris.”

“i’m serious! if i know there’s a reward i’ll be more motivated to think and get the answer right” i look at her with pleading eyes.

“fine.” she rolls her eyes and smiles.

“alright. hit me.” i move my hands in a come here motion.

“what year did shakespeare write romeo and juliet?”

“uh 1595” i answer mostly confidently. i always got the dates confused.

“yes” she smiles

“bring it in” i say.

she giggles and gives me a peck on the cheek.

“hey! what was that?” i say jokingly offended.

“a kiss.” she laughs.

“that doesn’t count. you missed my mouth. redo” i spin my finger in a circular motion.

“that wasn’t the deal. you never specified where. you just said a kiss.” she teases.

“asshole” i laugh before grabbing her waist and pulling her into my lap.

she wraps her arms around my neck, mine sit at her waist. we stare at each other for a minute before she breaks the silence.

“i really like you chris” she toys with the chain that hung around my neck.

“yeah you’re kinda cool too i guess” i tease, shrugging my shoulders.

“rude” she scoffs and pushes the side of my head.

“i’m kidding i’m kidding” i press our foreheads together.

“better be.” she grins.

i close the gap between our lips. kissing her long, and slowly.

i never wanted this to end.

a/n: i’m in love with this chapter yall. giggling and kicking my feet.

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Help me out is just so 😍😍😍😍 dont get me wrong i love angsty fics and all but im a SUCKER for fics where its just chill and light and loving and everything goes right ❤️ thank u for the fuzzy feeling this brings me

ofc ofc 🙏🙏

i’m kind of an angst girly myself but fluff just makes me giggle and kick my feet yk 😋

im so glad you like it!! im honestly really happy with how this series is turning out. i cannot thank y’all enough for all your amazing support of my work!! it means sm to me and gives me the motivation to write.

feel free to give me any suggestions for any future series or just simple one shots!!

love you

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HELP ME OUT? PT 6

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

a/n: this is lowkey short im sorry 😭 but it’s still worth it i promise

readers pov

as i lay in bed reading my book, i hear my phone go off. i reach over to my nightstand and check it. chris. he definitely remembered telling him about my life for the sky, the night he walked me home from his house. i smile like an idiot and respond.

i quickly throw off my covers and get out of bed. i open up my closet and look for something more presentable to put on. something better than the old tshirt and pajama pants that i had threw on after my shower.

i decide on a simple, cozy outfit. one that wouldn’t let him on that i wanted to impress him. did i want him to think i’m pretty? definitely. but i couldn’t make that obvious.

i creep down my stairs, careful not to wake up my parents. every creak of the stairs making my cringe and wait a few seconds, making sure i didn’t wake anyone up. if i was caught sneaking out to see a boy my parents would have my ass.

it felt freeing in a way. i’ve never done anything like this before. chris showed me what it was like to feel like all the girls in the movies.

i open my front door as silently as possible and slowly shut it. as soon as i conclude i’m in the clear, i bolt down the porch steps and into my car.

i would be lying if i said i wasn’t a nervous wreck. i’ve only ever hung out with chris for school purposes, and of course, lacrosse. but this felt much more intimate.

i pull up to chris’s house. texting him that i was outside.

after a few seconds, he comes outside with a blanket, hurrying down the sidewalk and opening the passenger side door.

“hey” he smiles.

“hi” i return the smile.

“so, where is this ‘perfect place’ you were telling me about?” i look at him curiously, pulling out of his driveway.

“you’ll see. i’ll just give you directions as we go.” he grins sheepishly.

“i trust you.” i tell him.

after about 15 minutes of chris telling me “take a right up here”, “go left”, “keep going straight”, we finally arrived to the spot.

the beach.

“chris isn’t the beach closed?” i ask. sneaking out with a boy would get me in trouble as is, but my parents waking up to a phone call from the police telling them that their daughter was trespassing on the beach after hours with a boy? i’d never see the light of day again.

“nobody’s gonna catch us y/n” he assures me, squeezing my hand.

“if you say so.”

we get out of the car and start walking toward the sand. chris has the blanket he brought thrown over his shoulder.

once we find a good spot, chris lays the blanket down on the sand.

“are you sure you want to get your blanket all sandy? i might have a towel in my car” i watch him as he gets the blanket all situated.

“no it’s okay. towels aren’t as comfy. that’s why i brought a blanket. i wanted you to be comfortable” he explains.

i smile at him, he sits down on the blanket and pats the spot next to him, gesturing me to sit down. i follow suit.

“why’d you bring me here chris?” i look over to him. his head was cranked up towards the sky, admiring the stars.

“i know you like the sky and stuff. plus, i wanted to spend more time with you.” he tells me. i blush, but i don’t pull my eyes away from him. he looked perfect in this light.

“can i tell you something? and you have to promise me you won’t laugh?” he looks over at me.

“i promise i won’t laugh” i extend my pinky out to him, he smiles and interlocks his own with mine.

“this is the first time i’ve ever hung out with a boy like this” i admit.

“like what?” i freeze. i didn’t want to call it something that it really wasn’t. i had to think fast.

“like uh…” i speak hesitantly. trying to find a word to use that wouldn’t ruin the moment. i couldn’t call it a date. what if that wasn’t what this was? he just wants to spend time with me, right?

“like a date?” it’s like he pulled the word straight out of my chest.

“is that what this is?” i wanted to confirm.

“is that what you want it to be?” yes. more than anything.

“i mean-“ i begin.

“i know that’s what i want it to be” he cuts me off.

“me too.” i smile shyly at him.

“then it’s a date. so you’ve never been on a date before this?” he sounded shocked.

“nope. never.”

“that’s crazy. so you’ve never had a boyfriend i take it?”

i shake my head. “i’ve also never had a first kiss”

“no way” his eyes widen. “you’re lying”

“i swear.” i laugh. “why is that so unbelievable?”

“i dunno. you’re like, super chill. and pretty. very pretty.” i blush at his words.

“thank you.”

our eyes remain on each other. not saying a word, just looking at each other. the same way it’s happened two times before. except this time it was different. no distractions.

except for the meteor shower starting of course.

“oh look chris it’s starting” i point up to the sky and smile wide.

his eyes follow my finger. he lays down on his back. i remain sitting up, leaning back on my hands. he grabs my arm and pulls me down next to him. i giggle and smile over at him.

i look back up at the sky. watching the bright streaks soar across the sky, the sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore making me feel calm, regardless of the fact that i was lying next to the boy i’ve been infatuated with since the first day i met his beautiful blue eyes on my porch.

i feel chris looking at me. i pull my eyes away from the sky and over to him.

“hey the meteor shower is up there” i tease, pointing up to the sky.

“i know. i like looking at you more though.” my heart picks up it’s pace.

i don’t say a word. i hold his eye contact.

“do you know how pretty you are y/n?” he rests his head on his hand.

i smile and shake my head “i think you might have to show me” i whisper

“i think so too”

chris pov

without another word, i press my lips to hers. gently, careful not to take anything to fast. i wanted to make sure that her first kiss was perfect.

after a couple seconds, she returns the kiss. her lips molded to mine like they were made for this exact moment. they danced against mine with the rhythm of honey, smooth and sweet. i felt her smile against my lips. i can’t help do the same. her hands find my hair and she runs her fingers delicately through it.

one of my hands rested on her cheek, the other was on the opposite side of her head, holding my weight on my elbow as i hovered over her body.

a few seconds later, i pull away, our noses still touching.

“mmm, i still don’t think i know quite yet, care to help me out?” she giggles, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two of us.

i laugh and press my lips back down to hers. god she was good at this.

this kiss lasted longer than the last. more passionate as well. yet still gentle.

i glide my tongue against her bottom lip, she opens her mouth slightly, granting me access.

a soft, barely audible moan escaped her plush lips. i smile. she’s perfect. so unbelievably perfect.

careful not to get too ahead of myself, i pull away, peppering her face with soft kisses as she giggled underneath me.

after a couple minutes of flirty banter, y/n lays her head against my chest. i wrap an arm around her as we look up at the sky, softly dragging my fingers up and down her arm. a comfortable silence filling the air around us.

after a while, y/n’s breaths slow. her chest rising and falling softly. she had fallen asleep. i smile down at her, brushing her hair out of her face.

i look back up at the sky. i couldn’t wrap my head around it. just a week ago i was texting her, begging for her help so i could play in the game coming up. and now we were laying on the beach, her asleep against my chest, as i watch the meteor shower.

it was fate.

a/n: sorry this is kinda short !! i think there will probably be like 3 ish more chapters to this series, im not quite sure tho. i kinda just figure shit out as i go ngl 😭 anyways, i hope you enjoy this part !! thanks sm for all the love and support! love you all!!

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