i know i said i would be updating this weekend, so what fic would you like an update on the most?
help me out, experience, or the long lost fic that i totally accidentally abandoned, philia?
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hey yallâŚ
sorry for disappearing
iâm back !
updates on my fics coming this weekend i promise
so so so sorry for abandoning yall
forgive me i beg
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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.
âchris weâve watched this movie a thousand timesâ nick groans.
âa thousand and oneâ chris corrects, earning an eye roll from nick.
iâm beside matt on the couch. weâre under the same blanket, and practically sitting on top of each other weâre so close. nothing out of the ordinary. weâve 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
mattâs 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.
âdonât be nervous, just follow my lead. you got it. youâre doing so good.â 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.
âyou like that?â me smirks against my neck cockily.
âmhmâ i sputter out.
âknew you would.â
the feeling of mattâs hand on my thigh snapped me out of my reeling overview of the moment just a view nights prior.
sure weâve cuddled before but this, this felt far different.
i shift under his touch and look up at him. he doesnât 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 iâm walking up the stairs i hear matt.
âhey im gonna go grab my phone charger out of my room real quickâ he tells his brothers.
before i can think, matt grabs my wrist and pulls me into his room, shutting the door behind us quietly.
âthink itâs time for another lesson, donât ya think?â he whispers
âi think so tooâ 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.
âhave you ever touched yourself before?â he asks, detaching his lips from the nape of my neck.
i freeze. weâve told each other everything. just never anything explicit like this.
âdonât be embarrassed y/n, itâs completely normal. iâve jacked off before. itâs not weird.â he ensures me.
i just nod my head, too embarrassed to say it out loud, regardless of what he just told me.
âhave you ever finished?â his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke.
i shake my head ânoâ i whisper.
âwell, would you want me to change that?â he raises his brows slightly.
i nod frantically.
âwords y/n. i need to hear you say itâ he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ears.
âplease matt.â i beg.
âfirst rule about all of this.â he kisses my lips. âconsent is key. never do anything you donât want to do, got it?â
âgot it.â i confirm.
âgood.â
he connects his lips back with mine, his free hand fiddling at the hem of my tshirt.
âcan i take this off?â he asks, tugging slightly at the fabric.
âyes.â 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. iâve been wearing all my best bras and underwear ever since we had made this agreement. i wanted to be prepared.
âyouâre so beautiful y/n.â 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.
âyou never have to hide yourself from me babyâ my strokes my cheek softly with his thumb.
baby. i donât have a shirt on and my best friend is on top of me, kissing me, and calling me baby.
itâs a feeling i canât even explain. i knew it was wrong. matt was my best friend since forever. this isnât 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.
âcan i take these off pretty girl?â
i nod my head.
âwords.â
âyes matt.â i reply.
he hooks his index and middle finger on each hand on my waistband, slowly tugging down my shorts.
âare you sure you want to do this?â
âyes.â i nod.
âokay. if at any point you want me to stop, just tell me, alright?â
âokay.â i breathe.
he takes two fingers and presses them to my clothed clit. my breathe hitches in my throat at the sudden contact.
âso wet for me baby. can feel you through your pantiesâ gravel in his voice, pupils blown out in lust.
âmatt pleaseâ i plead, desperate for his touch.
he pulls my underwear down slowly, keeping eye contact with me. he tosses them aside.
âiâll walk you through everything okay y/n/nâ he assures me.
âokay.â i nod.
âare you ready?â i shake my head yes; correcting myself with a quick âyesâ, 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, theyâd 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.
âcan i?â he asks permission.
âyes, please mattâ
he pushes his fingers inside of me, slowly pumping in and out of my wetness, curling his fingers in a âcome hereâ motion.
my back arches at the pleasure. i moan loudly as he hits my g-spot.
âf-fuck right there matt.â i throw my head back.
he continues his same actions, hitting my g-spot with his fingers with each thrust.
âdoing so good for me. so good. such a good girl.â 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.
âfuck fuck matt. feels-â i moan.
âfeels good?â he brings a hand to one of my breasts, squeezing it gently through the mesh lace fabric of my bra.
âs-so good matt.â my hands grip the blanket underneath me.
my legs begin to shake uncontrollably, a string of curses falling from my lips.
âmatt im closeâ i whimper.
âi know sweet girl, you got it, cum for me babyâ he increases his speed just a bit, pushing into me harder. his finger curling perfectly at my g-spot.
âfuck fuck fuckâ i release around his fingers.
âgood girl.â he says, pulling his fingers out of me before bringing them to his lips, sucking my juices off of them.
âyou did so good for me y/n. so so good. iâm proud of you.â 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.
âmm too sensitiveâ i whine as the towel brushes against my swollen clit.
âshit sorryâ he apologizes.
once heâs 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 iâm filling clothed, he lays down beside me. âis it your turn now?â i turn to him.
âwhat do you mean?â he furrows his brows.
âlike⌠do you want something from me now?â i ask.
âno way. i mean, it would be great, but im not letting you do anything for me until iâve helped you feel pleasure in anyway possible. weâve got a lot to get through before you even think about pleasuring me.â he tells me.
âif a guy prioritizes his own pleasure over yours, heâs not worth it. he should be making you feel good first.â i nod my head as i listen to him.
âdo you want to stay here tonight?â he asks.
âiâd love to.â 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.
âgoodnight y/n/nâ he kisses my forehead.
âgoodnight matt.â 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 đ
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PLEASE where part 2 of experience đĽ˛đ
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 đ
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experience
part 1
matt sturniolo x reader
a/n: surprise đ
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?
reader pov
âmatt i donât even know what to packâ 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.
âi think youâve got a good start.â he gestures to the items that were neatly folded inside the suitcase.
âthis is stressful.â i sigh, rubbing my hands down my face.
âyouâll be alright. i promiseâ he assures me. i roll my eyes.
âyou donât know that.â i retort.
âyes i do. i wouldnât promise you if i didnât. what about it is stressing you out?â he turns his phone down and adjusts his position on the bed to completely face me.
âall of it.â i reply bluntly.
âwell can you be more specific so i can at least try to help you?â matt questions.
i really didnât want to tell him one of the main reasons why i was stressed out. iâm not even sure if âstressâ is the word for it.
truth be told, iâm the most inexperienced person i know. iâve never had a boyfriend. iâve never kissed anyone. iâve never had sex. nothing.
and now in a few weeks i was getting thrown right into college life.
iâd be lying if i said i didnât 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 âiâm a virgin.â
âwhat?â mattâs eyes widen at my confession.
âiâve never had sex. iâve never been kissed. iâve never even had a boyfriend, matt. i feel like a child.â i explain, mattâs eyes never leaving mine.
âyou donât have to have done any of those things to be âcoolâ y/n/n.â his voice was soft and reassuring.
âthatâs easy for you to say matt. you have girls practically worshipping the ground you walk on just for a chance with you.â he didnât get it. he has had girlfriends. he has had kisses. heâs had sex. i didnât have that.
âwhoâs to say you donât have guys doing the same for you?â he raises an eyebrow at me.
âoh really? name one.â i insist.
âoh i can name several. brandon jones bought you 12 of those goofy ass over priced roses that student council was selling for valentineâs day and asked you to prom. you turned down all of his advances. 8th grade, when we were playing spin the bottle in nateâs basement, aiden griffin begged you to play, and when you said no, he didnât play either.â he holds up a finger for each boy he recalls.
âthatâs only two. plus, i hate roses and i always go to dances with you. and also, i didnât exactly want to have my first kiss with anyone on your hockey team.â i defend.
âyou didnât let me finish.â he hushes me. âjack waters asked you out 4 times and you said no every. single. time.â
âokay okay i get itâ 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 wasnât even sure why i was sitting here, wallowing in self pity over things i couldâve 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 didnât 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 arenât 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 didnât 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 wouldnât 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 valentineâs 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 wasnât at all surprised by this proposal.
âwhat if i helped you? i teach you how to do all the things before you got to college so you arenât going in there blind.â
âlike as in-â i speak slow and unsurely before he cut me off.
âlike 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.â he stares at me intently, as if he was trying to read my face.
âare you sure?â i question.
âif thatâs what you want. i want to help you. thatâs what friends are for anyway, right? making each other feel good?â
sure, friends are supposed to make each other âfeel goodâ. but by doing friend things.
not sex.
no strings attached though, right? strictly business. people do friends with benefits all the time.
it couldnât hurt.
mattâs my best friend. he just wants to help me out. friends help each other.
thatâs what this is. help.
helping me reach an orgasm.
ânothing has to change between us. we will still be best friends. you donât have to say yes. if you donât want to do it, we can just forget thing conversation ever happened alright? i just want you to be comfortable.â he explains.
âdeal.â i hold my hand out.
âdeal.â he grabs my hand and shakes it.
âbut if youâre having doubts, or feelings get involved, or anything goes wrong, we have to cut it off okay?â 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.
âgot itâ he nods.
âso, when should this whole thing start?â 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.
âhere.â 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. iâm kind of excited for this series. lmk how youâre feeling so far đđ
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HELP ME OUT? PT 9
pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 p6 pt7 pt8 p9
chris sturniolo Ă 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.
âyou look so pretty today. green looks good on youâ is scribbled across the piece of notebook paper that i held underneath my desk, careful not to let anyone see.
âthank you :) you donât look to bad yourselfâ 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.
âcare to share what couldnât wait until after class?â 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 chrisâs 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.
âi like that color on you as well y/n.â agreeing with chrisâs compliment.
âoooohâ 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 didnât 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. nobodyâs 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 didnât know how he felt about me.
as dramatic as it sounds, if whatever this is takes a turn for the worst, i donât think iâll ever feel the way i do now ever again.
i didnât want to feel anything like this if it wasnât chris responsible for it.
iâm 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.
âchrisâ i call out to him, no response. trying my best to catch up to him without running.
âchris!â i grab his shoulder, turning him to face me.
he looks down at me with a straight face
âwhatâs wrong? you couldnât have done bad, you were doing so good when we were studying!â 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%.
âchris! you scared me so bad!â i look from his test up to his eyes.
âthank you so much y/n. i never would have done that without you.â he smiles down at me.
âyou deserve it. iâm really proud of you chris. like, you have no idea.â i tell him. i meant every word. i was so incredibly proud of him.
âi think we should celebrate.â he suggests
i raise an eyebrow at him. âoh yeah? what do you have in mind?â
âyouâll see.â he winks.
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chris pov
i made reservations for 6 oâclock at one of the fancier restaurants in boston.
y/n would be getting to my house any minute now.
ânick does this look stupid?â i look at myself in my mirror, nick behind me, sprawled out on my bed.
âyou really want to impress her huh?â he teased.
âi-â i close my mouth, not even bothering to try an argue his accusation. it was true. i couldnât deny it. âwhatever. do i look good or not? i feel like my hair is parted weird.â
âyou 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.â he assures me.
âi know. iâm just nervous.â i check my phone to see if i have any texts from y/n.
âyou really like her donât you?â he presses.
âhonestly? yeah. i do. a lot.â
it felt good to say it out loud. typically, i found commitment scary. i wanted nothing to do with it. i didnât want to risk hurting myself or anyone else, so i just never put myself in the position for it to happen. sure iâve 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 sheâd 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.
âheyâ i smile as i get in the car, admiring her.
âhiâ she returns the smile. i watch her eyes look me up and down, taking in my figure.
âyou look amazingâ i tell her.
âthank you. you donât look too bad yourselfâ she replies.
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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.
âgentlemanâ she nudges me playfully.
âonly for youâ i say, slightly bowing at her.
once weâre 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 wasnât enough for me.
i wanted to know everything there was to know about y/n.
she was so interesting to me. i donât know how iâve gone all this time without paying any mind to just how amazing she was.
âso, what are your plans after highschool?â i ask.
âhonestly? iâm not even sure yet. iâve applied to some colleges and iâve been accepted to a few, but i still havenât picked where i want to go. as for like majors and stuff iâm really interested in psychology, and thereâs so many careers i can do with that. what about you?â how was i supposed to tell her that i didnât know what the hell i wanted to do? what would she think if i told her i hadnât even applied to any colleges?
âi havenât really thought about it.â i tell her. i didnât want to admit that i really didnât know what i was doing with my life after we graduate.
she nods. âthatâs okay, i completely get that. you donât have to figure it all out right now.â
just as i was about to ask her more about herself, the waiter comes by with our drinks.
âare we ready to order?â he glances at me and then lays his eyes on y/n, looking at her like she was his last meal.
i donât like that shit. at all.
âi think so.â i say coldly.
âalright. what can i get for the pretty lady?â
was it not obvious to this dickhead that we were on a date?
i reach across the table and grab both of y/nâs hands, rubbing the backs of them with my thumb. hoping heâd get the hint.
he did. his demeanor changed almost immediately.
we order our food and the waiter walks off in defeat.
âwell that was kinda awkwardâ she laughs.
âyeah it was.â my hands are still holding hers, my thumb still subconsciously stroking her soft skin, regardless of the fact that there wasnât anyone i was trying to ward off.
âhe called me pretty. i only like it when you do that.â
i feel a blush creep across my face, but i try to act cool. âoh yeah?â
âmhm. youâre also the only boy whoâs ever called me pretty. well, until nowâ
âthatâs crazy. i would have figured you heard that all the time.â that boosted my ego for some reason. i loved knowing that i was the only guy who has ever had this with her.
âiâm really proud of you chris.â she breaks the silence that had fallen between us.
âproud of me for what?â 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.
âyour test. you did really really well on it.â she says with the sweetest smile. one of my many favorite things about her.
âcouldnât have done it without you yâknowâ i watch her cheeks as they become coated in a pink flush.
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after we finish eating, the check comes. y/n reaches for it and i stop her hand.
âyouâre hilarious.â i say, pulling out my wallet from my pocket.
âchris please let me payâ she pleads.
âno way. iâm payingâ i shake my head, grabbing the check and looking at the price. i donât care how much it was. i was paying.
âcan we at least split it?â she tries to compromise. i donât budge.
before she can protest my actions any further, the waiter comes back by to collect the check. he doesnât 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.
âyou have got to be kidding meâ y/n scoffs.
âiâll race you to the carâ i grin.
she doesnât 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.
âi totally wonâ she smirks, my hands still holding her waist as we face each other, the rain beating down on us.
âyou sure about that?â i raise my eyebrows.
âpositive.â she moves a piece of my wet hair that had stuck to my forehead from the rain.
âi really like you y/nâ i blurt out without thinking.
âyou sure about that?â she furrows her brows, i smile at her mockery.
âpositive.â 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 đ itâs really long. hope yall liked it!! so so so sorry for leaving yall high and dry for a while đđ
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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 đ
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i think heâs in love with me (he lives 4 hours away, leaves me on open and delivered constantly, compliments me on occasion, and tells me iâm boring)
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okay yall buckle up get strapped in bc what even is this situation đ
okay so a little background lore if you will,
iâm friends with this girl and she has some crazy jealousy issues. if iâm hanging out with other people without her i HAVE to keep it a secret from her or itâs the end of the world.
she also literally talks mad shit on me and all of our friends. like says weâre full of ourselves and that weâre bad friends yadadada
so friday i go out with some friends, we donât invite her bc she never tries making plans with us and yk, she literally just straight up hates us.
so weâre at this restaurant, eating having a good time and we get a text from her in our groupchat.
and sheâs like âall my pookies hanging out without me? i would like to do fun things with you guys too but i donât want to pity party my way inâ
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 âomg iâm overreactingâ âiâm just digging myself into a deeper holeâ âiâm not trying to be accusatoryâ
and we donât 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 đđ)
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 đ
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 đđđ
this might not seem as crazy as i led on but yâall this is the most bizarre shit ever to me rn đ
i havenât said anything about it to her and she hasnât said anything about it to me and i havenât seen her since đ but my friend said that she wouldnât 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 iâm being dramatic đ
anyways
thank you for tuning in đđ
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iâm not going to school tmr bc i need a day to catch up on all the homework iâve been procrastinating on so i might be able to give yâall help me out pt 9 sometime tn đđ
anyways
do yâall wanna know something insane that happened when i was hanging out with my friends on friday đ
i desperately need to vent to someone who doesnât know these people irl đ
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HELP ME OUT? PT 8
pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 p6 pt7 pt8
chris sturniolo Ă fem reader
pink- reader
orange- chris
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?
a/n: this chapters kinda spicy đ itâs not smut tho. iâm not talented enough for allat âđ
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.
âchris i can carry these things myself you knowâ i tell him as he grabs the notebooks and my laptop from my hands.
âi know you can but i donât want you to. i want to do it for you.â he responds and i smile.
âare you ready for this test?â i ask. today was the big test in english that iâve been preparing chris for. the test that would determine if he played on friday.
âyeah i think i got it. iâll be fine. are you ready?â 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.
âyeah iâm ready. iâm a bit nervous though.â i admit. honestly, i wasnât 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.
âhey y/n/n donât be nervous. youâre gonna do great. i know you will.â he laced his fingers in mine and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. i smile at him.
our hands drop from on anotherâs grasp as we walk into the classroom, careful to not let anyone see our them interlocked. we werenât official. there werenât any labels. we hadnât 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 didnât know what chris wanted. iâd be lying if i said it hadnât 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 didnât 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 heâs 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.
âi actually think i did really good. i knew like all of that shitâ he says as he approaches me.
âthatâs good! iâm glad. i need something to do friday.â i smile.
âwait what are you doing friday?â he furrows his brows at me confused.
âwatching you play silly.â i laugh.
âoh yeah. i need to remember to bring you my jersey again.â
âhow about i stop by tonight and grab it?â i suggest
âyeah. iâd like that.â he agrees.
âoh yeah?â i can barely get it out before chris pulls me into the janitors closet we were passing by.
âchris what are you-â my words get cut off by his lips on mine.
i smile and return the kiss.
âsorry, almost forgot what your lips feel likeâ he whispers against my forehead before planting a soft kiss to it.
âdid that jog your memory?â i raise my eyebrow at him.
ânot quite. i think i might need another one just to be sureâ he leans in and i press a finger against his lips.
âchris im gonna be late to my next class.â i giggle.
âfine. we can do some more jogging later when you come over.â he tells me and i blush.
chris leaves the closet first. knocking on the door to let me know when itâs safe for me to come out. we go out separate ways down the hallway to our next class.
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chris didnât 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.
âhereâs thisâ he tosses me his jersey.
âthanks.â i smile.
ânow where were we?â he grabs me by my waist, pulling me into him as he leans down to my face, ghosting his lips right over mine. âah, right about hereâ 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.
âyouâre so beautiful y/nâ 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.
âmm chris donât leave marksâ i tell him. my parents would kill me if i came home with a hickey. i couldnât even imagine how it would be at school.
âi wonâtâ 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 thatâs where my sweet spot is.
i feel him smirk against me. âyou like that?â
i just hum in response. i couldnât 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. iâve 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.
âfuck. donât do thatâ i groan. feeling myself grow underneath her.
âoh my god iâm sorry did i hurt you?â she looks scared.
i laugh at her obliviousness âno you didnât hurt meâ
âoh okayâ 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 couldnât 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 couldnât let this go any further. i didnât want to corrupt her in anyway. i mean shit, she just had her first kiss. i didnât want to throw her into something like this so quickly, so i pull my lips away from her.
âwhyâd you stop?â i found it hard to believe that she couldnât 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. âi know you feel that.â i tell her.
i watch her face turn red, she doesnât 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.
âwell, i think iâm gonna get going.â she picks up the jersey that had fallen to the floor during our endeavors.
âiâll see you tomorrowâ i tell her, grabbing a pillow and placing it over my crotch.
âbye chrisâ 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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@honestlybabymiracle @mattestrella @eliiii333
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me patiently waiting for new parts to help me out and Philia âŚ
FOR SURE A NEW PART OF HELP ME OUT TODAY I PROMISE đ
iâm honestly still trying to figure out where i want to go with philia tbh. iâm not liking it as much as i had hoped, the next part will probably be the last part but iâm just not sure how to end it.
they havenât been written bc iâve had like zero motivation to write but as soon as i sit down and actually start writing it they come together pretty fast đ
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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 đ
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guys itâs a sign
does this mean matt sturniolo is gonna kiss me and weâre 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 Ă fem reader
pink- reader
orange- chris
red- readerâs dad
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
a cool breeze against my body caused me to flutter my eyes open. my head was against chrisâs 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 chrisâs arm held me firmly against his side. i pull it away from my waist so iâm able to sit up without his restraint.
shit.
âchris wake up.â i shake his shoulder gently, yet frantically.
he stirs awake at my actions and rubs his eyes.
âwe fell asleep. my parents are gonna kill meâ i tell him.
âoh fuck. what time is it?â 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.
âi have no idea. i left my phone in the car. we need to hurry though. it wonât be long before my parents realize iâm not home, if they havenât already.â we both stand up. i go a bit to quickly and stumble a bit. chris steadies me by grabbing my hand.
âyou go ahead and get in the car. iâll grab the blanketâ 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. âiâm really sorry y/n. this is all my fault, i just lost track of time and-â
i cut him off. âno chris itâs not your fault itâs okay.â
âi donât want you to get in trouble because of me.â he tells me.
âif i get in trouble iâll be fine chris. this was worth itâ 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.
âlet me know when you get home.â his forehead rested against mine. i felt all my anxiety and fear of getting caught leave my body. i suddenly didnât care about getting in trouble. as long as i felt what it was like to be held by him, nothing else mattered.
âwill do.â i smile and kiss him once more. âare you gonna come over later? so we can study? the test is tomorrow.â
âof course i will.â
âokay, iâll see you later then. i really should get going, iâll be surprised if my parents havenât launched a search partyâ i giggle.
âyeah iâll let you go. see you tonightâ
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 âdid you forget something?â
âyeah. just one more of these.â he leans his head in and kisses me, i laugh into the kiss.
âokay i really need to go this timeâ i put two fingers over his lips.
âyouâre right. okay iâll let you go for real this timeâ he pulls his head back out of the car.
âbye chrisâ i wave.
âgoodbye pretty girl.â 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 couldnât 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 didnât feel real.
i donât 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. iâm certain that there wonât be a day that i donât 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 iâm 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 didnât know i was gone. itâs currently 5am. my dad would 100% be getting ready for work right now. and he 100% had noticed that my car wasnât in the driveway.
i gently push the door open. i take a quick glance around, i donât see anyone. i tip toe towards my stairs.
âwell good morning.â i cringe at the sound of my fatherâs voice behind me. i turn around slowly. smiling awkwardly when i meet his hard gaze.
âoh, morning dadâ i stutter out, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
âwhere exactly have you been?â 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. âi was at chloeâs 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 didnât want to wake you since you had ti get up early for work.â 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.
âand this question took you until 5 oâclock in the morning to answer?â he furrows his brows.
âwell it was late and we both lost track of time and fell asleepâ which wasnât 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.
âmhmâ he nods his head slowly and crosses his arms. i could tell he wasnât convinced, but i had never given him a reason to not trust me, so he didnât press me any further. âwell, you should get up to bed and get some sleep. i wonât tell your mom about this. but donât let me catch you sneaking in the house bright and early in the morning againâ
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 wasnât in trouble.
we arrange a time for him to come over. i couldnât wait to see him again.
chris pov
i get to y/nâs house around 6pm. she opens the door with a big smile on her face and lets me inside.
âheyâ she coos in a singsong voice.
âhiâ 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. âare you feeling confident about the test?â she asks me. you could tell she was genuinely wondering by the way her soft gaze fell on mine, patiently waiting for my response.
âsomewhat.â i tell her.
âwell, thatâs better than nothingâ she spoke, taking off the rubber band that was holding her flash cards in place. âi made these to make running through the questions easier. you can take them home to study as well if you wantâ she holds up the stack of cards.
âcool. thank youâ 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 didnât know.
i start getting lazy with my responses. i wasnât really thinking, i was just looking at her. taking in all her beauty.
âchris, come on are you even trying?â she puts the cards in her lap. i could tell she was getting frustrated.
âyouâre just so pretty itâs distractingâ i tell her. she rolls her eyes at my response and i smile.
âwell then maybe you should have your brother study with you thenâ
âno no iâll pay attention i promise.â i laugh, i pick up the cards from her lap and place them back into her hand.
âyou better.â she tries to be stern with me, hardening her eyes, keeping a straight face.
âdonât smile.â 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.
âha! gotchaâ i ruffle her hair.
âokay time to get seriousâ she playfully shoves me.
âalright alrightâ i throw my hands up in surrender.
she keeps studying me, but i find it increasingly hard to focus. i canât pull my gaze from her pink plump lips. i missed the way they felt against mine. they were addicting.
âhey y/n i have an idea thatâll keep me more motivated to pay attentionâ i look at her and grin cheekily.
âand that is?â she raises a brow.
âhow about every time i get an answer right, i get a kiss?â i bite my lip and smile.
she shakes her head and cocks it to the side, letting out a sigh. âchris.â
âiâm serious! if i know thereâs a reward iâll be more motivated to think and get the answer rightâ i look at her with pleading eyes.
âfine.â she rolls her eyes and smiles.
âalright. hit me.â i move my hands in a come here motion.
âwhat year did shakespeare write romeo and juliet?â
âuh 1595â i answer mostly confidently. i always got the dates confused.
âyesâ she smiles
âbring it inâ i say.
she giggles and gives me a peck on the cheek.
âhey! what was that?â i say jokingly offended.
âa kiss.â she laughs.
âthat doesnât count. you missed my mouth. redoâ i spin my finger in a circular motion.
âthat wasnât the deal. you never specified where. you just said a kiss.â she teases.
âassholeâ 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.
âi really like you chrisâ she toys with the chain that hung around my neck.
âyeah youâre kinda cool too i guessâ i tease, shrugging my shoulders.
ârudeâ she scoffs and pushes the side of my head.
âiâm kidding iâm kiddingâ i press our foreheads together.
âbetter be.â she grins.
i close the gap between our lips. kissing her long, and slowly.
i never wanted this to end.
a/n: iâm in love with this chapter yall. giggling and kicking my feet.
taglist: @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @chrissturnioloswifesblog @pepsiimaxx @honestlybabymiracle @mattestrella @eliiii333 @luvmxtt @creamoncreamoncream2
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Help me out is just so đđđđ 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 â¤ď¸ thank u for the fuzzy feeling this brings me
ofc ofc đđ
iâm kind of an angst girly myself but fluff just makes me giggle and kick my feet yk đ
im so glad you like it!! im honestly really happy with how this series is turning out. i cannot thank yâall 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!!
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HELP ME OUT? PT 6
pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8
chris sturniolo Ă fem reader
pink- reader
orange- chris
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?
a/n: this is lowkey short im sorry đ but itâs 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 wouldnât let him on that i wanted to impress him. did i want him to think iâm pretty? definitely. but i couldnât 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 didnât 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. iâve 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 iâm in the clear, i bolt down the porch steps and into my car.
i would be lying if i said i wasnât a nervous wreck. iâve only ever hung out with chris for school purposes, and of course, lacrosse. but this felt much more intimate.
i pull up to chrisâs 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.
âheyâ he smiles.
âhiâ i return the smile.
âso, where is this âperfect placeâ you were telling me about?â i look at him curiously, pulling out of his driveway.
âyouâll see. iâll just give you directions as we go.â he grins sheepishly.
âi trust you.â i tell him.
after about 15 minutes of chris telling me âtake a right up hereâ, âgo leftâ, âkeep going straightâ, we finally arrived to the spot.
the beach.
âchris isnât the beach closed?â 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? iâd never see the light of day again.
ânobodyâs gonna catch us y/nâ he assures me, squeezing my hand.
âif you say so.â
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.
âare you sure you want to get your blanket all sandy? i might have a towel in my carâ i watch him as he gets the blanket all situated.
âno itâs okay. towels arenât as comfy. thatâs why i brought a blanket. i wanted you to be comfortableâ 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.
âwhyâd you bring me here chris?â i look over to him. his head was cranked up towards the sky, admiring the stars.
âi know you like the sky and stuff. plus, i wanted to spend more time with you.â he tells me. i blush, but i donât pull my eyes away from him. he looked perfect in this light.
âcan i tell you something? and you have to promise me you wonât laugh?â he looks over at me.
âi promise i wonât laughâ i extend my pinky out to him, he smiles and interlocks his own with mine.
âthis is the first time iâve ever hung out with a boy like thisâ i admit.
âlike what?â i freeze. i didnât want to call it something that it really wasnât. i had to think fast.
âlike uhâŚâ i speak hesitantly. trying to find a word to use that wouldnât ruin the moment. i couldnât call it a date. what if that wasnât what this was? he just wants to spend time with me, right?
âlike a date?â itâs like he pulled the word straight out of my chest.
âis that what this is?â i wanted to confirm.
âis that what you want it to be?â yes. more than anything.
âi mean-â i begin.
âi know thatâs what i want it to beâ he cuts me off.
âme too.â i smile shyly at him.
âthen itâs a date. so youâve never been on a date before this?â he sounded shocked.
ânope. never.â
âthatâs crazy. so youâve never had a boyfriend i take it?â
i shake my head. âiâve also never had a first kissâ
âno wayâ his eyes widen. âyouâre lyingâ
âi swear.â i laugh. âwhy is that so unbelievable?â
âi dunno. youâre like, super chill. and pretty. very pretty.â i blush at his words.
âthank you.â
our eyes remain on each other. not saying a word, just looking at each other. the same way itâs happened two times before. except this time it was different. no distractions.
except for the meteor shower starting of course.
âoh look chris itâs startingâ 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 iâve 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.
âhey the meteor shower is up thereâ i tease, pointing up to the sky.
âi know. i like looking at you more though.â my heart picks up itâs pace.
i donât say a word. i hold his eye contact.
âdo you know how pretty you are y/n?â he rests his head on his hand.
i smile and shake my head âi think you might have to show meâ i whisper
âi think so tooâ
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 canât 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.
âmmm, i still donât think i know quite yet, care to help me out?â 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. sheâs 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/nâs 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 couldnât 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 đ anyways, i hope you enjoy this part !! thanks sm for all the love and support! love you all!!
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