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lilaquette · 3 days ago

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⠀⠀𝅘𝅥𝅮 ⠳⠝⠔ strawberry garden⠀ ⠀🌺. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ

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sugarish · 2 days ago

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　　　　𝑇old　　Y𝑜u　　I' d 　﹏ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ 𓉯ྀ

　　　　˳ ˳ . 𝄞 𓊇⠀ 　S𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙　　My　　G𝑢𝑡𝑠

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cupiidk1lls · 2 days ago

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｡˚ ♡︎ ‘PRINCE CHARMIN’S’ KISS

IN WHICH … fratboy!chris wanted to be nerd!readers first kiss. or, aka, her ‘prince charmin’ kiss.

just some kissin’ 💋 ( this was way longer than intended …… )

based on my bot : first kiss.

“wait wait wait. you’re being serious right now?— you’ve never kissed anyone before?” chris asks, his eyes widening in disbelief as he sat across from you on his bed, the abandoned textbook in his hands a testament to the unexpected turn the conversation and the tutoring had taken.

you mentally slapped yourself, your head drooping forward and your eyes scrunching shut as a wave of regret washed over you. with a heavy sigh, you lifted your gaze back up to meet his, and shook your head. "nope," you affirmed, punctuating the word with a pop of your lips, your lips pursing together almost awkwardly, as you shift on his mattress, finding yourself growing restless.

“damn, nerd.” chris muttered. he sets the textbook down and shifts so that he’s leaning back against the headboard, his eyes on you, a mix of surprise and disbelief written all over his face. he shakes his head, processing the information. he then shoots you a teasing smile, his eyebrows raising suggestively as he asks, "are you a prude or somethin’, then? d’ya just, tease every guy?” his eyes fixate on you with a mix of mischief and curiosity.

you roll your eyes at the absurdity of his query, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. "i’m not a prude!" you protested with mock indignation, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. chris catches the pillow easily, holding it in his lap and chuckling at your protest. "oh yeah? then what's y’ deal? are you just saving your first kiss for prince charming or somethin, waitin’ for a curse to be broken’ by a true loves kiss, y/n-ie?” he continues to tease, not showing any signs of giving up, as he pouts at you playfully.

you frown at his words, feeling a mix of defensiveness and embarrassment. "..nah," you answer resolutely, arms crossing in a defensive gesture. "m’not waiting for some fairy tale prince." you pause for a moment, your gaze dropping down to the bed before flickering back up to his face. “..i just haven't found anyone worth kissing yet, that's all." you defend yourself, looking down at the pillow on his lap.

“… hm. interesting..” chris pondered over your words, an enigmatic expression crossing his face. then, in one fluid motion, he sat up straight, discarding the pillow to the other side of the bed. he looked at you, his gaze unwavering, and in a tone that left no room for debate, issued a direct command, “kiss me, then." he says, not breaking eyecontact with you, tilting his head to the side in curiosity of your next response.

you flinch, your eyes widening in shock and your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. you falter momentarily before stuttering out a response, your voice betraying your discomfort. "you... what?" you blurt out, struggling to find the right words. your body tenses as you try to hide your embarrassment, shifting awkwardly under his intense gaze.

chris’ smirk widens at your reaction, your flustered expression clearly amusing to him. he lifts an eyebrow, repeating himself yet again. “kiss me,” he says once more, his voice taking on a slightly commanding tone, making your cheeks flush deeper, a mixture of embarrassment and confusion filling your chest. "i.. i don't..." you stammer, fiddling nervously with your hair as you try to find the words. "i don't know how," you finally manage to blurt out, the confession making you feel small and vulnerable yet again.

he lets out a scoff, a look of playfulness in his eyes. "its simple," he assures you, a smirk dancing on his lips. he leans forward slightly, his eyes fixed unapologetically on your mouth. "close your eyes, squeak," he instructs, his voice low and smooth, yet still teasing.

you huff for seemingly the tenth time that evening, but despite your annoyance at the pet name, you closes your eyes, following his instructions. your heart is pounding in your chest, your mind racing with doubt, yet the longing of desire and desperation, in disbelief that he’s really doing this for you out of all people.

“mmmhhhm, that’s good.” he lets out a satisfying hum of approval, his touch gentle yet assertive as he guides your chin with his hand. “open up for me a lil’, nerd.” he instructs softly, his thumb tapping against your lower lip, prompting you to part them ever so slightly. you pause, sitting up straighter and opening your eyes to face him. "but chris, why..?" you begin, your voice edged with confusion and a hint of uncertainty.

“do i gotta switch the language?” he huffs, interrupting your question with a playful tone. "open y’boca, kid. it’s not that hard," he repeats, his gaze holding yours stubbornly. you sigh deeply, resigning yourself to his demands. your eyes flutter shut, heart hammering in your chest as you wait anxiously for what comes next as you huff in annoyance. chris watches as you close your eyes once again, a soft chuckle escaping him at your dramatic display. "there’s no need to huff and puff like a dramatic 12-year-old, hm?” he teases, his tone laced with amusement. he inches closer, closing the gap between you, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

you mentally roll your eyes, silently exasperated by his mockery, but open your mouth slightly as instructed. you feel a strange mix of excitement and unease, your heart racing in your chest as you anticipate his next move. chris grins, clearly entertained by your eye roll, but he manages to hold back any further teasing remarks. he takes a moment to study you, his gaze roving over your body appreciatively, before fixating on your parted lips. "mhm," he murmurs softly, satisfied with your compliance, “jus’ like that, good..”

he notices how plush your lips are, how soft they would be against his own. and so he slowly closes the gap between you. his mouth gently presses against yours, the warmth of his lips meeting your own. the kiss starts off tender, but there's a clear sense of authority in chris's movements. he seems keenly aware of your inexperience, carefully steering the kiss so that you don't feel overwhelmed, yet he's unquestionably leading the encounter. confidence oozes from him, as if he's done this many times before, and knows exactly what he's doing. which he most definitely does, considering his ongoing reputation with girls left right and centre.

initially, you flinch slightly, caught off guard by the sensation, but soon find yourself getting into the rhythm of the kiss. with a subtle tilt of your head, you mirror his movements, your lips responding to his with a hint of hesitance but growing more bold with each passing moment. “mnh,” chris hums in approval, his hand snaking around your waist and squeezing your skin, in which you happily accept, your back arching a little as you feel the tips of his fingers press against the skin of your back. he pats your side, as if congratulating you.

a faint smile plays on chris’s lips as he feels you relax into the kiss, mimicking his movements with a touch of timidity that's oddly endearing. his hand moves to cup the back of your head, holding your face gently in place, as he continues the kiss with growing intensity. His touch is firm but gentle, guiding you as you clumsily navigate the new sensation.

you feel a wave of unexpected pleasure wash over you as the kiss deepens, your mind blissfully consumed by the taste and touch of chris's lips against yours. the sensations are intoxicating, and you find yourself craving more. your lips part slightly wider as the kiss progresses, allowing for more access from chris. you surrender to the kiss, your initial nervousness slowly melting away as the pleasure builds. your heart rate quickens, a warm heat spreading through your body as your leg lazily lifts onto his lap.

chris seems to notice your responsiveness, his confidence growing as he deepens the kiss, his tongue gently teasing against the seam of your lips. but before you can go any further, he pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his hand still tangled gently in your hair. he can feel the rapid rise and fall of your chest, a tell-tale sign of the effects of the kiss. a contented hum slips from his lips, his smirk widening as he observes your reaction, his tongue darting out swiftly.

“guess i was your prince charmin’ kiss, huh?” he pats you on the cheek with a grin, then leans back against the headboard and picks up his textbook again, as if nothing just happened, as if he wasn’t ever so close to rearranging your insides. “now, where were we…?”

RAAAAH WHAT IS THIS *hides face in embarrassment*

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i-mmaculatus · 2 days ago

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