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cup pong confessions (c. sturniolo)

↳ summary: you and chris play cup pong through imessage.

reader's pov

i had shown up at the sturniolo residence to hang out with my best friends, however it turns out nick was out with alahna while matt was in a meeting. so instead of leaving, i claimed half of chris's bed while he was sprawled out on his floor.

"chris?" i groaned, my voice pretty much muffled by the pillow that my face was currently stuffed into.

"what?" he groaned back, currently tossing a ball up and catching it.

"i'm bored. wanna makeout?" i laughed, which led to him throwing the ball at me, hitting me in the thigh. i blindly grabbed for the ball before tossing it back at him. assuming i hit him somewhere that really hurt because of the yell he let out.

"no i don't wanna make out now that you sacked me." he groaned, sitting up and smacking my leg lightly before laying back down.

the two of us were close and had a tendency to be very touchy and flirty. we hadn't really discussed what we were and neither of us cared to.

"wanna play cup pong on imessage?" chris asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"sure, i'm gonna kick your ass babe." i teased, grinning down at him and sending him a wink.

"not a chance pretty girl." he quipped, pulling out his phone prompting me to flip onto my stomach and pull out my phone from under the pillow.

for the next hour, the two of us hurled playful insults at one another while also cheering each other on. we had played at least six games so far, claiming this current one as the tie breaker.

"get ready to lose, fuckhead." i laughed, making him roll his eyes as he climbed on to the bed, laying on top of me while i sunk my final cup.

"i swear to god if i lose this, i'm not leaving my room." chris grunted, an annoyed slew of curses following. my phone pinged, the imessage game capture showing a bright crown.

"i thought there wasn't a chance of me winning?" i teased, flipping over as soon as chris rolled off of me and onto the free side of his bed, a big pout forming on his lips.

chris kept pouting as the two of us cuddled, refusing to engage in a conversation or even reciprocate any affection i showed him.

"what's it gonna take to get you to stop fucking sulking? you big baby." i teased, turning in his grip to rest my chin on chest, smiling up at him.

"hmm." he sat there, thinking for about a minute before flashing me a lopsided smirk.

"a kiss."

"deal." i hummed, pushing myself up slightly before resting one of my hands on the pillow beside his head and sliding the other against the back of his neck. bringing his head upward, i caught his lips in a gentle, quick kiss before pulling apart.

"okay let's go annoy your brother." i grinned, making him laugh, taking a moment to stare at me adoringly as i stood there, hand outstretched and a wide smile on my face.

"i'm fucking screwed. i've got the fattest crush on you." he whispered, bringing me into his chest, rocking us back and forth momentarily.

"good because i'm also fucking screwed and have the fattest crush on you."