#crushxreader

studying together

making out during study breaks

helping each other solve problems

sharing snacks

sitting so close that your thighs are touching

staring at them as they concentrate on their work

quick glances as you try to focus on your work

doing flashcards together

explaining what you learned to them

sharpening their pencil when it’s dull

Prologue

M!Crush x NB!Reader

Warning(s): None

It wasn’t new for your school to get transfer students throughout the year. In your opinion; too many people have transferred to your school. About twenty new students had arrived this year at least that’s how many you counted; there could be more. Almost everyday there would be a new kid; today was no different.

You were sitting in your first hour class when a guy, you had never seen before, walked into the classroom. Your school honestly did not care enough to introduce the new students, but since your English teacher was eccentric, she did. He was introduced as (C/n). You had to admit; he was cute, but being cute didn’t mean you would willingly talk to him. You’re an introvert, why would you ever? Unfortunately, the teacher sat him right next to you.

A few minutes into class and a sticky note slides onto your desk. You knew exactly who the culprit was. Why are new kids always the risk taking ones? You looked at (C/n) with a raised eyebrow and he pointed at the sticky note. You really do not want to start passing notes with this guy. You looked at the contents of the note anyway. 

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Couldn’t help but notice that

My desk buddy was looking

A bit down. Anything I can do to

Cheer you up?

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You look back at him and shake your head, but he just mouths the words “Write it down.” This guy. You grab a pen and write on the sticky note. You told him to leave you alone and pay attention. It was kinda cute how he pouted when he got the sticky note back, but he seriously needs to pay attention; the teacher was about to start walking around the classroom with study guides. You do not feel like getting in trouble this early in the morning.

Summary: You go to a Halloween party where your crush happens to be, but something goes wrong.

Warnings: Foul language, suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol, and smoking. Probably 16+. 

Class just let out, the bell signalling the end of the block and the end of the day for all students. It was Friday and Y/N was exhausted. Her studies have been keeping her busy and she had little to no down time lately. Her professors non the less didn’t care that she was swamped with homework so there was absolutely no use asking for help or even for extensions. They just wouldn’t understand her struggles.

Y/N met her closest friends, Maisie and Kat at her locker, eyeing the text in the group chat that read: 

  Y/N’s locker, pronto! - Kat

She started the route to her locker. The hallway was thinning as she passed students who just wanted to get home. Some were in costumes but most were too embarrassed to wear something so obvious. She could see the top of a witch hat in the distance and laughed. Kat loved to dress up. She was extremely talented in makeup and used halloween as a chance to show off her skills on a more extreme level. Y/N and Maisie on the other hand, followed suit with the rest of the school, opting more so on earrings or a pair of animal ears. As she approached her two best friends, she could pick out the almost sinister grins on their faces. 

“What is with that look you two? What do you know that I don’t? Spill.” She said.

“Well… A little birdie told me you-know-who is gonna be at the party tonight!” Maisie answered first. Kat giggled, “we overheard in English, all his friends are going too!” She gave Maisie a glance.

“And why would that be a big deal?” Y/N teased.

“Oh come on! You’ve been in love with him forever! Don’t play dumb!”

“No I mean why would his friends be a big deal, yeah now i’m nervous, I didn’t think he would be there, I guess i’ve thought about it before but - NO MAISIE WHO IS IT NOW?” Y/N groaned. Maisie gave a small giggle. She has a tendency to move on to a different guy every month. First it was a senior that she had never talked to before, then it was a coworker at Save-on and you get the idea. Though apparently the cycle has never ended as long as Y/N knew her. Maisie  definitely had a type and stuck to it. Tall, brunette, rich and into cars. Unfortunately school doesn’t have that many of the sort to choose from.

“Let me guess Maisie, is it Ryder?”

She faked a swoon, “Oh how did you guess so easily?”

“Girl, he drives a Beamer, of course you’re into him.”

“Ha. Fair point” She shrugged.

Y/N zoned out of the conversation. All she could think about was C/N and the possibilities of what tonight would hold. Sure they’ve talked a number of times and shared a few classes, but there was no way that he harboured the same feelings. She could daydream all she wanted about him and his fluffy hair, how strong he was or how smart he was, but what is the use if he wouldn’t do the same? He’s all a girl could ask for. 

After gathering their belongings to take home for the weekend, the three friends walked to Maisie’s house to get ready for the party. The trio was extremely excited to show off their costume idea they had been brewing up for weeks. It was Kat’s idea: Kiss, Marry and Kill. Y/N was kiss, she wore a red skirt with a lace corset, red lipstick and eyeshadow (that Kat had to apply for her), a heart headband, and red lipstick marks on both cheeks, courtesy of Maisie. She looked like Valentine’s Day on the red carpet. Maisie was marry, short white dress and veil, bouquet of fireball shots on sticks, white gloves and a daring pair of heels. Kat was kill. She loved dressing in black. Her makeup was changed to black eyeshadow, eyeliner and lipstick. She wore a black strapless dress that was certainly not school appropriate. To finish it off she put fake blood along her neck to articulate a knife slash and tucked a fake plastic knife into the band of her dress. Each girl has their respective word on their chest in hopes people would understand to some degree of what they were going for.

After snapping a couple pictures for Insta later, and eating dinner, the girls hopped in a taxi to the party. 

“Who’s house is it again?” Maisie questioned, booze already in hand.

“Cash. I texted him earlier, he has a bonfire outside. Fuck we forgot chairs!” Y/N laughed at Kat’s outburst. 

The atmosphere wasn’t too cold for late October. The stars were out and the taxi passed tons of trick-or-treaters on the road. It was the perfect weather for Halloween night and the excitement only grew in Y/N’s core. She couldn’t wait to get drunk and maybe sneak a few glances at C/N. As the girls neared the party, the sound of music and partygoers could be heard and the giant bonfire blast a vibrant light against the trees surrounding the property. Y/N and her friends weren’t really dressed for a cold night, but the fire would suffice.

Thanking the taxi driver, the girls hopped out and walked down the long driveway. Y/N instantly regretted her choice of heels. When they arrived amidst the chaos, Y/N was immediately abandoned by her best friends for boys and drinks.

“Bitches.” She muttered under her breath. She found the drinks table and poured herself a cup. She grazed her eyes along the group of young people. Most were already hammered and dancing to the music. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted C/N. He was standing with his friends wearing a Toad costume. His bare chest was out for the world to see between the character’s vest and she could feel the heat coming to her cheeks. He had a mushroom hat on to finish the simple but cute costume. She would always be able to pick him out of a crowd. Y/N was interrupted in her thoughts by a figure clad in a Starbucks uniform. 

“Hey Daniel, have you seen Kat anywhere?” She asked. Daniel slowly turned around, he was definitely drunk.

“Huh?” He managed to get out between sips. She took the cup away for a second.

“Kat? Where is she?”

“Oh hey Y/N what’s up bro, fuck I don’t know, probably over with Brad, heard they’ve been fucking. Can I have my drink back now? My song is playing.” He slurred. 

“Every song is your song.” She laughed, handing his drink back. 

Daniel walked towards the fire, leaving the girl alone again. She began looking for Brad. She knew he was one of C/N’s friends and she began to look for the group of boys again. Kat was so getting yelled at when they were both sober. She never talks about who she’s hooking up with! She quickly spotted C/N and his friends again, standing near the fire. Kat was there too, flirting with Brad in an obnoxious way. 

“Bitch! Thanks for ditching me so soon!” Y/N greeted. 

“Hey bitch! Sorry, Brad told me he brought me the good stuff!” She held up a lit joint, then passed it around the circle again. “You should join in!”

“Kat, you know I don’t smoke.”

“Fuck. Right. Sorry.” 

“Y/N are you like cupid or something?” Austen, another friend of C/N’s looked her up and down.

“No i’m supposed to be kiss, as in like, kiss marry kill, you know?”

“Ha shit that’s clever! So are you just kissing whoever tonight or do I have to cut the line?” Austen gave her a flirty smile. Shit this was awkward, C/N was literally standing right there. She glanced at him slightly before answering.

“Uh, well no, ha ha. It’s just for the pun.”

“C’mon Y/N, you’re hot, I’m hot, it’s meant to be.” He leaned down over her, and man was he close to her face.

“And you’re tits look so good in that - hey!”

“She said no Austen, back off.” C/N stepped in, forcefully pushing Austen away from the girl and out of the circle. Y/N’s dropped her drink in surprise. A couple ‘ooh’s’ could be heard from the remainder of the group. The people nearby swarmed to see what the small commotion was about. Y/N’s cheeks burned. She didn’t enjoy being the centre of attention, but at least she wasn’t cold anymore.

“Fuck off dude, she’s free reign. I don’t see no fucking boyfriend around? Huh? Is it you pretty boy? Didn’t think so. Let me have her.” Austen moved back into the circle, glaring at C/N and glancing at Y/N again. He was so intoxicated it was scaring her. She didn’t know what to say so she moved to stand with Kat a few feet farther away. 

“She said no man, leave her alone.” Ryan stepped in to help deescalate the situation. Grabbing his Austen’s shoulders and attempting to pull him towards a different area of the party. He was ashamed of his best friends behaviour. 

“I just want a fucking kiss! Hey Y/N! Meet me behind the house and we can fuck too!”

Much to Y/N’s surprise, C/N punched Austen in  the nose, knocking him to the ground. Stunned but not stopped, Austen stood up, wiped the blood from dripping into his mouth and punched C/N square in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards a few feet. Ryan quickly jumped between the two.

“Enough you little shits. Austen go clean your fucking face you look hideous.”

Angry to the boiling point, Austen stormed off to the house to use the bathroom. C/N, winded slightly, sat in a chair near the fire to calm down. Suddenly Maisie appeared to join her best friends as the crowd dispersed.

“Oh my god, Y/N what happened? We’re you hurt, I didn’t think this would involve you! I thought it was just the boys being boys again! You poor thing!” Maisie got white girl drunk, but also acted like the mom friend she usually is. 

“I’m fine Mais, really. It was C/N that got hit. Austen was not leaving me alone.”

“Oh my god you should like, totally thank him, in like, a different way, if you know what I mean!” She suggestively stated.

“Maisie now is not the time. Sorry Y/N, maybe that costume wasn’t so great after all.” Kat joined in, seemingly more sober than before. 

“I’m fine guys. I’m gonna go find him now and see if he’s alright.” Y/N brushed it off, only focused on the one boy that always consumes her thoughts. 

“Wear protection!” Maisie screamed over the sound of the music. Y/N shot her a menacing look. She found C/N in a chair at the backside of the fire, farthest away from where the quarrel occurred. Only a few people were around that area. As she approached, C/N looked up at her. 

“Hi.” He said.

“Hi. Thank you for sticking up for me. I’m not good in those types of situations and I’m glad you were there to stop him, well, sort of. Are you okay?” She glanced at his chest and then to his eyes. A quick blush adorned her face once again.

“It was nothing I promise and I’m okay, he’s not that strong anyways. Are you okay?”

“Yes. Thank god though, I really didn’t want to kiss him.” 

“Would you kiss me?”

Suddenly, the world stopped. Suddenly, there was no blasting music, or drunk people around her. Suddenly, there was no sense of hot or cold and all was forgotten about Austen. There was only her and C/N.

“What?” She breathed, mouth agape.

“Here come sit.” He patted his lap once while looking at her. She silently accepted, sitting on his lap facing him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked politely. “I promise I’m not like that guy.”

Y/N nodded, too stunned to speak. C/N smiled down at her. He lifted her chin up with his hand and placed his lips onto hers. Y/N felt like she was on top of the moon. His lips were everything she imagined and more, but with a slight taste of the mango White Claw he was drinking previously. Holy shit this was happening. She placed her arms around his neck and silently prayed this wasn’t a dream. The kiss only broke when air was needed again. Her hands found his bare chest.

“See? I’m much more classy. A chair rather than behind a house!” He grinned, forehead against her forehead. Y/N gave him a joking slap. 

“Don’t put that idea in my head again!” She laughed. C/N gave her another peck before leaning into her ear. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” Y/N blushed instantly. 

“Thanks. Your costume is pretty cute too.” She replied.

“Had to get your attention somehow, but it happened another way instead.”

“Let’s go get another drink.” She smiled at him. She got up and C/N followed her through to the group where Y/N stopped for a moment.

His arm is loosely slung across your body, keeping you close to him while both of you were asleep after a late night together.

You wake up to the pitter patter of light rain and the cool breeze that flows into the room through the open window you both forgot to close before falling asleep.

Waking up before him, you gently shuffle your body out of his grip, softly landing on the floor without a thud to let him sleep a few more minutes and headed off to the kitchen

You bring back two hot cups of coffee that were steaming in the slightly cool atmosphere the still open window created in the bedroom

You walk over to his side of the bed and set both cups down on the side table, crouching to meet his sleeping form at eye-level

Even though you can only see the back of his head, he still brings up slight butterflies in your stomach when you think about how nice it is to have him with you every morning

You whisper his name softly, trying to wake him up from his deep slumber

You hear a soft groan as his body, eyes still closed, turns to face you

You smile as you see his face, totally relaxed and unprotected from a soft kiss you plant on his cheek

“It’s time to wake up,” you comment, still softly smiling. “I made you some coffee”

One of his eyes opens slightly, taking in your form briefly before pulling your arm upwards, making you lose your balance

You squeal slightly, surprised at the amount of strength he has after just waking up

His other hand swiftly grabs your waist and pulls your body onto the bed so that you are both facing each other, arms tangled like they were last night

His eyes brighten up at the sight of your face, still a little flushed from the unexpected fall

He can’t imagine a time when he was without you, a wave of gratitude and love washing over him as he looks at your face, taking in all the imperfections and perfect details

How could he be so lucky to have found you?

His face nuzzles into your neck, tickling it slightly and making you lightly chuckle

You cup his face with your hands and bring his face to face yours, looking into both his eyes before planting another soft kiss on his lips

Crush x reader (you guys like each other, a lot)

Genre: fluff & spice. mostly spice

Warnings: suggestive

Key: B/B/F: Boy bestfriend

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‘Riiinnngg‘

The bell rang as you quickly packed your bag and went to your locker. 

“Y/N.“ Your B/B/F said as he walked towards you and placed his bag in his locker.

“Hi, math was so hard today I am going to fail my test.“ You said, as you pulled your hoodie off and shoved it in your locker, then slamming the door shut. 

“Yeah, what are you gonna get for lunch?“

“Hmm, I’m not sure, I plan to go down for a walk first.“

B/B/F nodded and closed his locker door. “I’ll go and take a walk with you.”

“Really? Okay.“ 

You both walked down the halls and once you reached the staircase, you quickly turned, pulled your eye down and stuck out your tongue, “Race you down!!!”

B/B/F sighed and did not increase in his pace. 

You knew he wasn’t going to chase after you, but you still happily skipped down the stairs, and turned around the corner just to open the door-

‘Bam’

You felt as something slammed in front of you, and before you knew it your back was up against the wall.

You opened your eyes to see C/N, with his left hand on the wall right next to your head, pinning you down. 

“C-C/N?“ Your face was red, not expecting to see your crush today, especially not with him this close to you.

His breath was tingling your skin as he panted, his dark pupils staring right into you, face pink.

“I can’t do this anymore,“ he muttered, and his lips planted on yours.

His rosy, soft lips were on yours, stealing your first kiss. After processing what happened you fluttered your eyes, and slowly, but surely kissed him back. You felt as his lips were pushed against yours, not once letting you go. 

His other hand slowly moved towards your hips, sliding from your shoulders, chest and finally to your waist, planting his firm grip on your side. Your hands automatically went to his hair, ruffling his fluffy dark locks. 

You felt his body pushing onto you, placing more force onto your body. His hand sneakily lifted your shirt up, his cold fingers leaving a touch you’ll never forget. Your mouth opened slightly, by surprise and his hot, wet tongue slithered into your mouth, exploring every inch. Your tongue happily swirled around his, both of you getting hotter and hotter by the second. 

You felt yourself sweating, due to the steaminess this situation has gotten. His hand moved from the wall to your face, gently cupping your cheek, your face heating up even more. His knee pushed in between your legs, while his hands explored further up your shirt, his whole hand squeezing your waist. 

“C-C/N. A-hh Mmm-“

You whimpered under him, who had full control over you. 

“I didn’t know you liked me this much Y/N~“ He panted, 

“I didn’t know you liked me at all.“ You whispered, pushing your head in his chest. 

“I love you.“

You looked up to him, your eyes getting wet.

“I love you too.“

“Damn.“ You hear someone say.

You and C/N quickly turned your heads towards the voice, and you see B/B/F holding his phone, recording the two of you. 

“That was cute.“ He commented.

“H- how long were you h- here?“ You panted, running out of breath.

“Since you two started touching each other. Let me show this to everyone- haha~“ 

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Hoped you liked it!! It wasn’t a long one, but it’s pretty cute imo <3 It’s been a while hahahaa follow for more~

One of his arms finds its way tucked across your waist and into the sheets below, and you relish the feeling of his stubble rubbing against your neck a little; the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his freckled hands in comparison to the coolness of the sheets and how he looks more at peace without his glasses on. 

Writing date: December 2020

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 842 

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When people asked your husband, a photographer, to show them his favourite picture, they never saw what they expected.

It was a picture he'd taken on an idle afternoon in early January. He'd just come home from the only shoot he had scheduled that day, closing the door behind him with a soft click and absorbing the view in front of him.

You were standing in your kitchen, your youngest baby resting on your left hip while her older brother was seated on the kitchen counter. You were humming a soothing melody, either for yourself or for your kids, he didn't know, and mixing some things in a bowl. All around you, there were used spoons, opened packages of flour and sugar, a few cracked egg shells on a paper towel and an already-greased baking tin. The sunlight streamed through the windows and bathed the entire room in a golden colour, a sharp contrast with the woolly white layer of snow that covered the landscape outside.

You turned around when you heard his greeting, a warm smile playing around your lips, taking a few strides out of the kitchen and kissing his cheek. He returned your kiss, kissed the bouncing baby on your hip, and then, crouching down, bestowed a final feathery kiss to your protruding stomach.

"Daddy, we're baking auntie's lemon bars!"

From the corner of your eye, you saw your oldest son trying to hide his dough-covered fingers when he realised he had just turned the attention of both his parents on him. You decided not to comment on it for now — it's not like you hadn't been the same way up until you were forced to set a good example.

Your husband walked to your son, giving him a kiss in his unruly hair and asking him how the dough tasted, and you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes.

"Is my tummy going to hurt now, daddy?"

He was whispering it, as if trying to make sure at least one of his parents wouldn't know about his little adventure.

You watched as your husband's eyes glinted mischievously.

"If you only ate a little, no, but there is a chance that there's a lemon tree growing in your belly now."

Your son tilted his head to the side, and you were surprised at how he was curious, rather than scared.

"So...just like there's a baby in mummy's belly, there's a lemon tree growing in mine now?”

He had pulled up his shirt now, pointing at it with a finger on his other hand to make sure his dad knew what he was talking about.

You felt your daughter mimic her brother, something she'd started doing more and more these last few months, and you let out a chuckle, catching the attention of your husband.

You saw it happening, the change in his face, his eyes becoming just a little brighter, the right corner of his mouth climbing upwards, his fingers already taking on their familiar position on the camera that was still hanging around his neck.

"Darling, can you come sit on the counter too, please?”

You did as he had asked, already used to moments like this. It'd make him really happy, you knew, and you often ended up with a really nice picture that you could hang alongside all the other pictures that covered the walls of your home. Carefully, you put your daughter on the counter next to her brother, before hopping on it too.

"Okay, now all show me your bellies! One—“

And that was when the chaos occurred. It started with the kitchen timer going off, telling you it was ready for the shortbread dough, but also startling your daughter, and making your son realise that no one would notice him swirling his finger just a little too enthusiastically into the batter, which caused the unfilled baking tin to clatter onto the ground.

Your husband did, however, manage to take exactly one picture before your daughter started crying, not yet used to the shrill sound of the kitchen timer, or the crash of the tin on the floor.

When people asked your husband, a photographer, to show them his favourite picture, they never saw what they expected.

Pairing: Crush x reader

Summary: Stargazing with y/n’s long time crush turned into something magical

Warnings: None

Word count: 950 words

MASTERLIST

Your pov,

It was 5:00 in the afternoon, I'm in my cabin along with my two closest friends. we decided to spend our summer in a summer camp where our teachers can teach us different languages which are Korean, Chinese, Japanese , Spanish, and french.

My friend and I chose to learn Korean while the other went for French. And him? He chose Japanese.

I've already spent a month in this camp. I've got friends and I'm having a lot of fun learning new languages but I miss my mom. But well, at least he's here - I mean, my friends. Oh my he's really driving me crazy.

But what's not to like about him? He's perfect for me - I mean he's the most perfect human being in the world. He's nice, he's cu-

"Uhm, mic test, one two," a voice, Mrs. Valencia's voice came out of the microphone making me jump and lose my train of thoughts.

"Attention girls and boys! We're gonna have a surprise activity for today. But, It's not about language and culture, it's about having fun! We're gonna spend the whole night star gazing. Now, You all have 30 minutes to get ready and watch that sunset. Don't forget to bring some snacks and your coat. Again you only have 30 minutes."

Shoot! Stargazing?!? With him? shit.

"Hey dude! Stargazing with the boisssss. If I were you, I'd take this chance to confess to him," said y/f1/n (your friend's name number 1).

"come on y/f1/n. Just let her decide if the timing is perfect. look at her she's blushing," said y/f2/n (your friend's name number 2).

"Oh shut up you two! There'll be nothing romantic and special about this night. It'll just watching old gaseous balls which are light years away," I lied. Of course I love stargazing.

"Ok fine Einstein. Anyway let's get ready before Mrs. Valencia gets pissed and starts shouting like she used to do in school," we all giggled and start getting ready.

...Time skip...

"Hey! y/n/n (your nickname)," a very familiar voice cooed. F*ck I love that voice.

"Au revoir bitch," y/f1/n said while dragging y/f2/n, leaving me alone with y/c/n. they are bitches most of the time but they know when to leave at the right moment. Perfect.

"Oh hi, y/c/n," I responded with a smile.

"Well, it's getting dark. I'm excited about stargazing. I love watching stars. How 'bout you?"

"Yeah I also like watching stars." I smiled... with you of course.

We were sitting in a nice cold field watching the sun sets.

The blinding orange-yellow color of the sun really complements the blue sky. the wind is cold, yet, it somehow calms me.

"You know I've always wondered why sunsets are more beautiful than the sunrise," y/c/n whispered, still looking at the view.

He smiled at me. It's really nice seeing his warm smile. We sat there in silence but it's not actually an awkward one. It's very relaxing.

...Time skip...

"Look at that one," he pointed out," I don't know which star.

"Where?"

"That one look!" he said excitedly. He looks so cute when he jumps like a little kid.

"Ok. So what is its name?"

"That one is Polaris, the northern star."

"Cool," I replied.

"They look so beautiful," y/c/n stated. "Oh look a shooting star!" he shouted again in amusement.

"Let's make a wish," he suggested.

He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath. it was only for a while but it gave me enough amount of time to stare and admire his facial features.

"What did you wish for?" I asked him.

"I wished to bring me to someone I could watch the stars with for the rest of my life," he smiled. "How about you?"

"I didn't make a wish"

"Why not?"

"I have a wish... which to make the guys I love to like me back."

"Why didn't you do it though?"

"I just, I want him to fall for me without depending on something like the stars so I just wish that he could be happy."

"Oh, okay, I understand," he nodded.

"Now I have a second wish," "What is it?"

I wished I could be that someone who you could watch the stars with you for the rest of your life.

"I wish that he finds the person he wants to watch the stars with for the rest of his life."

He just realized what I said, judging from the look on his face.

"So... he's me?"

"Look y/c/n, it's probably just a crush. I hope this wouldn't ruin our friendship. I hope it's ok with you?"

"It's not ok." Those words made my heart beats faster. I'm starting to panic.

"W-why?" I stuttered. I could feel my face heating up and my eyes are starting to fill up with tears.

"Y/n, I-I, I guess there's no way to say it."

I stared at him with confusion, tears started to fall down my cheeks.

He  slowly reached my jaw and leaned closer to me. My questions were now answered when he slowly placed his lips with mine. Our lips moved in sync, it was an amazing and passionate kiss I've ever had. Well it was my first time.

gently, he snaked his arms around my waist and placed wrapped my arms around his neck. After a couple of seconds, we both pulled out, gasping for air. He leaned his forehead onto mine, smiling.