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sugrhigh · 3 months

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BOY NEXT DOOR - ( c.s )

part two

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- swearing, drinking, no smut (yet 😁)

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: WELCOME TO MY FIRST REAL SERIES! i have a lot of ideas for this cuz i love this trope dearly so buckle up! more parts will come soon. also working on a tattooartist!reader x matt series (thank you anons) that will also be out eventually. in the mean time if you have smaller/specific reqs you’d like to see, my inbox is open babies! and if u just wanna say hello or ask a question i’m here xoxo

the music booms over the speakers inside the house next door, just like it always does on the weekends (and occasionally on thursdays too). it always drives you up a wall, but tonight it’s particularly bad.

you sit up slightly in bed, absentmindedly wondering who the fuck is on aux. you’re not sure why the thought crosses your mind, but you know it’s not chris, because these picks are horrendous.

it’s already past two in the morning, not to mention it’s the middle of the week. you haven’t been able to get a wink of rest, even with your headphones blaring at full volume. usually they do the trick, but tonight’s party is relentless, demanding to be heard.

wine wednesday, you think to yourself sourly.

neither of your roommates are home; they’re both off with their significant others, somewhere that’s not here, listening to fuckface and his friends get drunk.

you’re usually pretty passive about the noise, because they provide free alcohol for you guys when you show up and typically give you notice that they’re throwing something.

but tonight it’s just too fucking much. you’re tired, and groggy, and very much so still in your silky pajama bottoms and oversized t-shirt, but you don’t give a shit.

you jam your feet into some sneakers and grab a jacket, clutching it close to your chest as you head down the stairs to the main level of your own house.

you pass the dark living room, shadows leering in the corners as you’re guided only by the light coming from the street lamps outside.

you step onto the porch and the cold smacks you in the face, breath fogging up the air. it’s the middle of january in boston, and the expanse of dead grass between your houses crunches under your feet as you tread toward the front door.

the rest of the street is quiet, aside from the party. but they’re all senior hockey players, and it’s the beginning of their last semester, so what else can you expect?

besides maybe some basic human decency every once in a while. in fact, you’re so frustrated that you’re going in without backup, and without a real plan of any kind.

for some reason, once you get up the three steps to their door, you pause to knock. as if anyone would hear you over the music, or care enough to open the door for someone who’s fucking knocking.

so you twist the handle next, and it’s unlocked. of course.

it opens to a hazey front hallway that you recognize, stairs to the left hand side, blocked off by a young-looking guy you assume is probably a freshman on duty.

the front area is full of people, pressed against the walls, chatting over the music. well, more like yelling over it.

you can smell weed, which confuses you slightly. you know none of them smoke, not during the season at least. they usually don’t let anyone do it inside the house, so it must be an allowance for a girl.

you’re already getting strange looks as you step inside, which is fair. your shorts are hidden by the length of your shirt and jacket, so you’re just legs and shoes. you’ve got no makeup on, and you didn’t check your hair before you came.

but you swallow the lump in your throat, because it doesn’t matter right now anyways.

you shift your way through the crowd, gaze skipping over the people as you finally reach the dark living room. multi-colored strobes flash, lighting up the hoards of tipsy college kids dancing on the soaked wooden floor. furniture is pushed aside to make room, though the championship banner from last year still hangs on the wall.

his eyes find you before yours find him.

he stares at you across the tops of people's heads, standing by one of the couches that’s shoved against the wall. one of his roommates, connor, is leaned back on the cushions, watching the two girls they were talking to pass a joint back and forth.

but he’s no longer focused on anyone else, because he’s spotted you across the room, and he thinks this is the most disheveled he’s ever seen you. your angry eyes lock in on him seconds later, and they narrow instantly.

you beeline toward him, right through a group of people that are half-dancing along to the terrible playlist.

he lifts his eyebrows at your attitude, but not in fear. he’s actually a little impressed. his friends are watching you warily, just as confused as everyone else who saw you walk in.

he can’t help but stare at your legs as you finally reach him, admiring how cute you look in your pajamas, pale pink bottoms peeking out underneath your shirt with every step. he briefly wonders if you’re even wearing a bra.

then you open your mouth, and the fantasy is over.

“what time is it, chris?” you snap at him, one hand balled into a fist, the other clutching your phone.

“i don’t know, but i have a feeling you’re going to tell me.” he takes a sip of his drink to try and hide his grin.

it takes a lot of self control to keep yourself from slapping it out of his fucking hand, just because of how smug he looks. you hold up the screen to his face.

two twenty-two in the morning. chris almost laughs.

“the answer is way too fucking late to be having a party on a wednesday.” you reply, bringing the device back down to rest by your thigh.

“why didn’t you come? i missed you.” he pouts.

you glance over at the people on the couch, at the girls who are still making eyes at you as they converse with connor. he’s giving you a weird look too, as if no one could possibly understand why you’re here like this.

“yeah, sure you did,” you turn back to him, “now shut this shit down before i call the cops.”

chris puts his hands up in surrender, though he knows this is an empty threat just as much as you do.

“wow, somebody’s grumpy.”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest self-consciously. “i’m serious. tell the puck bunnies to go home for the night or i’ll do it myself.”

he takes a tiny step closer, just a few inches, and yet it still seems suffocating. he looks too good, clad in a simple black tee and jeans, and he’s studying your face with the fire of a thousand suns.

“you don’t have to be jealous because other girls are here. you know you’re my number one.” chris replies easily.

even though his tone remains light, his expression is serious now. it enrages you more, that he thinks he has so much control over you.

“as if i give a fuck. i just want to sleep, so the choice is yours. police,” you wave the hand that holds your phone slightly, “or call it off.”

chris takes another sip of his drink, tipping it back so he can finish the rest of it in one foul swoop. then he nods his head, like he’s admitting defeat.

“fine. i’ll send everyone home.”

you can feel the relief creeping over you, knowing that you don’t have to actually get law enforcement involved. “thank yo—”

“on one condition.” he interrupts, and you furrow your brows.

“no conditions, chris. we’re not bartering right now.”

“come to the game on friday and we can hang out after for a bit. i’ll even give you a practice jersey to wear.” he offers, and the trademark smirk has reappeared on his face.

lights dance across his features, morphing his expression every few seconds. you just stare, because for once, you’re actually not sure what game he’s playing.

“what, can’t get a date without having to resort to blackmail?” you taunt, and he laughs.

“please, i don’t date. and i’d hardly consider this blackmail. just think of it as getting to know your friendly neighbor on a more personal level.”

there’s a humorous glint in his eye, one that’s daring you to say yes. what’s there to be afraid of? all you have to do is watch hockey, eat some popcorn from the concession stand, and deal with his attitude for an hour afterwards.

you’re still not sure what chris is getting out of this, or why he’s insisting that you need to be there, but at this point you don’t care. all you can think about is salvaging the rest of your sleep.

“alright, fine. now you have five minutes to get everyone out, and i better not hear any more shitty remixes for the rest of the week.” you point an accusatory finger at him and he shrugs, though he’s clearly content that you caved in.

“your wish is my command, princess.”

you turn on your heel to head back outside, retracing your steps from earlier as you slip through the mob. you half expect chris to follow, just because he’s annoying, but he doesn’t.

the overhead lights are coming back on now, and you can hear deep voices shouting, combined with collective groans from the crowd as they all realize they’re being kicked out.

luckily you make it out the front door first, and you jog back up the steps to your own place to get out of the cold.

you’ve only been inside for seconds when your phone buzzes in your hand.

chris

see you friday

sweet dreams ;)

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #hockey au #neighbor au #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #fanfic #new series #enemies to lovers

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toastedkiwi · 9 months

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Chris coming out of his social media hiatus to post a picture of him with his rockstar neighbor over his shoulder in a short white dress, veil, and rose colored heart shaped glasses. She’s downing a slice of pizza flipping off the camera. They’re clearly in Vegas in front of one of the big hotels at night. Chris put the caption “I named her Chewy. She’s a little feisty.”

#chris evans headcanon #chris evans x rockstar neighbor!reader

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spookikookiboo · 1 month

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A very belated happy birthday to a wonderful friend of mine >~< 🖤

@sunnysdiscoroom come get your muppet!

-Spooki 🖤

#spookiart #art #welcome home neighbor #welcome home puppet show #wally #wally darling #wh wally #wally au #welcome home art #friends ocs #friends character #chrissy boi #Chris so help me #puppet boys #disco time

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resi4skz · 2 months

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Finally deciding to post my oneshots I've written. I'm still new to writing so be patient, please.

Pairing: next door neighbor Chris x YNreader

Title: The Next Door Neighbor

It was a peaceful day. You cleaned your apartment, took out the trash and even pampered yourself. And since it was your day off, you didn't have anywhere to go so this was the perfect opportunity for you. You scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom floors, vaccummed, cleaned the kitchen and the fridge. By 2pm, your whole apartment was clean and shiny.

Now all was left to do was laundry. As you started the first load, you hear the music starting. "Oh, for fuck sake," you curse, rubbing your nose bridge. "Not again."

Your next door neighbor, albeit new, he would play music everyday, to the point where it disturbed your sleep. The music was mostly pop and rock. You didn't mind it for the first few days when he moved but now, it was starting to get on your nerves. The music volume raises a bit and you've had it. This ends now.

Marching your way out your apartment, you bang on the door next to yours. After a beat, the door swings open revealing the man you saw a week ago. Shirtless. Holy....the abs were defined, the arms. Oh the arms. You snap your head at the very man himself. "Can you please turn the music down?"

He surverys you from toe to head before the corner of his lips turn up. He's smirking? What the fuck? "Well, since you asked nicely," he turns and shouts. "Alexa, turn the volume to 15."

You hear the Alexa turning down the volume. He turns back and says, "There. That should do it."

"Thank you," you replied.

But as you turn around, you see your ex walking towards me. You groan internally. "Joe, what are you doing here?"

"Y/N, I wanted to talk," he says.

You roll my eyes and step towards your apartment but Joe blocks the way. "Y/N, please."

"No," you replied firmly. "Now move."

"Why? Am I not good enough?"

"Oh save it," you snapped. "I don't need to hear this, especially from you." You take a step and he suddenly grabs your arm.

"I'm here to talk. So let's talk."

"Joe, let go!" You wriggle your arm but he doesn't budge.

And you forgot mention that this is all happeneing in front of your neighbour. "Come on, Y/N. It'll be like the old times."

"Let her go."

You and Joe freeze and turn to see your neighbor. "This doesn't concern you," Joe states.

Your neighbor grabs Joe's arm and pries it off your arm. "It does when she's my girlfriend."

Your eyes widen, blinking at your neighbor. Since when? Is what you want to ask. "Girlfriend?" Joe asks.

"Yes."

You could only stare at your neighbor.

"Is this true, Y/N?" Joe asked again but was now looking at you. Anger and sadness in his eyes.

Your neighbor turns and looks down at you, almost saying to play along. You intertwine your hand with your neighbor's, loving the way his warm hand fits yours. "Yes."

"I don't believe you," Joe says.

"Hey, now. We just told yo-"

You cut your neighbor's words short by cupling his face, going on your tiptoes and crashing your lips to his. You caught him by surprise but god, his lips felt like heaven. But as he opens his mouth, you forget about everything around you. Your mind was going through so many emotions.

Your heard Joe's footsteps walk away. You snap out of your thoughts and push your neighbor away. Running into your apartment, you close the door and slide down on the floor, breathing heavy. You touch your lips. That kiss......

An hour later, the music turns up again as you were trying to read a book.

This time, you knock on his door. And when it opens this time, he's wearing all black. You had to take a second to collect yourself. "The music?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah."

"No can't do, something is wrong with Alexa."

"Oh?" You say, your hands itching to fix something.

But you'd rather take that black sweats off. "Would it be too much to ask if I could fix it?"

He steps aside, an invitation to come inside. You walk inside and could feel his stare on your ass. You had a nice ass. You worked for it every day in the gym. "It's in the kitchen."

You make a beeline for the kitchen, catching a glimpse of his room on the way. You spot the alexa and immediately unplug it before plugging it back in. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Juice? Water?"

"Water is fine, thanks," you replied.

As Alexa rebooted, he places the glass of water in front of you. "Thank you," you say and take big sip. "I think it should be fixed now."

"Alexa, play Lego House by Ed Sheeran at volume 10." Alexa plays the song at a vey low volume

"I never got to ask your name," he asks. "I'm Chris, by the way."

The accent was doing things to your brain. You were a sucker for accents and Australian was your number 1. "Oh, it's Y/N."

"Y/N," he says your name. Now THAT was music to your ears. "Say, that was some kiss back there."

"Oh," you nervously laugh. "Sorry about that. Joe, my ex, will probably leave me alone now."

"Seems like it too," he replied and walks towards you till he's an arms lenght away from you. "Because if you were my girl, I wouldn't even consider having you as my ex."

Your cheeks warm. He smirks. "But I'm not?"

"Pity," he tsked.

You gaped at him, rubbing your thighs because you were very uncomfortable. Your brain only wanted one thing now. A release. But he was your neighbor! Whom you just met!

A very hot and sexy neighbor. You clear your throat. "I'd better go." You walk out of his apartment and go back to yours, ready for bed.

But sleep doesn't come. You toss and turn, trying your best to fall asleep. But you were too aroused at this point to sleep. Watching a movie didn't help. You glance at the wall you shared with Chris and groan. Why did you have to kiss him? And why did he kiss you back?

Frustrated, you march to his door again. As you go to knock, the door swings open. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

You look at him, wearing grey sweats, black curly hair on display and shirtless. That was all you need for the gears to turn in your head. You step inside, cup his face and bring him down on your lips. He moans at the contact as his hands snake around your waist.

You were now flushed against him as his hand curl around the underside of your hips, pusbing up making you jump on him. With his mouth still on yours, he leads you both to his room, shutting the door with his door.

People say you should be nice to your neighbors. Well, in this case, he was nice to you. Inside and out, making you scream his name which echoed throughout his apartment.

#bang chan #chris bang #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #bang chan fanfic #stray kids #fanfic #oneshot #next door neighbors

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webslingerofthegalaxy · 8 months

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The entirely of the Trolls Fandom last night 😂

#trolls 3 #trolls band together #justin timberlake #chris kirkpatrick #jc chasez #joey fatone #lance bass #nsync #nsyncforever #i have to apologize to my neighbors #for how much i screamed

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asksleepymclean · 12 days

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HK!Nicky : (…I love it) Chris : (…I hate cigarettes)

HK!Nicky by @askkassandragf-v-2

#my art #digital art #total drama #total drama au #The legend of McLean’s past #hello neighbor #hello neighbor au #hello killer #my artwork #artists on tumblr #nicky roth #chris mclean

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rosemaryfuckingwalten · 1 month

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crass

#twf #the walten files #chris easteryear #the walten siblings #jack walten #richie ratterson #i still really like easterday as a name so lo and behold its his dad's now #absolute dork of a man with stupid ass glasses. he loves his boy and he loves to embarrass him #ive also been playing around with the idea that they're the waltens' neighbors and have known each other for a very long time #longer than they've known felix for sure #also walten kids because i said so. they love the guy and he loves them but you couldnt get him to word it like that to save his life #'yeah theyre fine i guess' (letting one of them use him as a jungle gym and the other constantly hiding behind them)#look into my eyes i will provide you with big brother chris content. its ok

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dazednmatthews · 17 days

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neighbor!chris x reader texts part eight

this took me so fucking long because i suddenly lost my ability to type or sumn????? so many typos at first??? so annoying. but i hope u guys like it MWAH

feat bff!matt >:)

#matt sturniolo texts #chris sturniolo texts #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #neighbor!chris

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sugrhigh · 3 days

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BOY NEXT DOOR 7 - ( c.s )

part six

warnings- cursing, smut (oral m!receiving)

a/n: part 7 bay beeeee let’s get it, they’re falling yall 😳

@fawnchives @teapartyprincess4two @55sturn @l9vesick @mattinside @sturnioloco @rootbeerworshiper @stonermattsgf @dazednmatthews @chrisactualwife @mattybsbitch @mattsmunch @breeloveschris @sturnifyed @julessspoetry @beijhe @luckistar-posts @gnxosblog @braindead4l @hearts4matty @orangeypepsi @ponyosturniolo @cupidsword @rainydayenthusiast @sturnvvz @wurlibydominicfike @poopydroopt @bernardsleftbootycheek @trilliwarner @rubyjanexxx @reallykaz @sturnlvrs @neatcarrot767 @kirby0strombolli @bunnysturns @junnniiieee07 @hrt-attack @sturnssmuts @stunza @beccaluvschris @asturniolos @slutz4sturniolos @mattslolita @alorsxsturn @sturnrc @chrissystur @kellsbells-18

the following week and a half are a complete haze. between classes and schoolwork and hanging out with chris, it’s been a whirlwind of both pleasure and stress, but you’re not complaining about it.

it’s the most fun you’ve had with a guy in a minute, the most fun you’ve had with anyone in a minute period.

you catch yourself smiling at your phone in class when he texts you silly things throughout the day, or when he gives you a quick call to tell you something crazy. he’s always insisting that you spend the night at his, just so he can wake up with his chin nuzzled into neck and his arm wrapped around your waist.

after practices he’ll pick you up to go get food, or bring something back for you if he stops on the way home instead. you’ve also been to a few of his games since making up, which depending on the result will usually end in some type of fun new sexual escapade.

he never forgets to kiss you hello and goodbye, is constantly giving you his clothes to wear because they “look better” on you, and he even throws his arm around your shoulder in public without shame.

he’s doing the little things, and you have to admit that you really like it.

ramona and cass have caught on at this point, always shooting you sly grins when you say you’re heading out, or that you have plans. you never even mentioned chris by name in the beginning, but they knew.

and despite prior flukes, they both support you whole-heartedly and are always gushing about how different he’s acting. you try not to read into their theories too much, but sometimes you can’t help but wonder.

why would he be putting in effort on all of these extra gestures if he didn’t truly want something more?

he’s already got the sex, so what else does he need?

but one thing you still haven’t fully learned about chris is that he’s selfish. he needs and wants everything, in almost all aspects of his life aside from his romantic interests. that is, until he met you.

and now that he has you, finally, he wants it all. whenever you’re not with him, he’s thinking about you. sometimes it’s the dirtiest fantasies that he’s just waiting to fulfill, and other times it’s wondering what you had for lunch, or what you dreamed about, or what you’re up to with your friends.

when you are with him, he can’t get enough; your smell, the way your hair feels against his palm, the softness of your lips all over him. he adores when he makes you laugh, when you toss one leg around him before the two of you go to sleep, when you’re standing in the crowd supporting him in his jersey.

he even likes when you scrunch your nose in disgust at him after he hits you with yet another cheesy pickup line.

chris has no idea how to handle the intensity of his feelings, or how to identify them. unbeknownst to him, you’re feeling the exact same.

but everything is still normal as you two lounge on his bed, both enjoying the wind down after a long day. the sun is well below the horizon now and you’ve been watching hockey for the past two hours—shocker. but you can feel chris growing restless beside you, hand stroking your thigh lazily.

“alright, what’s your deal?” you ask after he huffs for the fifth time, even though you know he’s just bored.

he pauses to think about it for a moment, rolling his lips between his teeth. then his eyes go wide and a grin takes over his face as you watch an idea form in his mind.

“wanna play super smash brothers?” chris asks, and you feel your own expression light up at the suggestion.

“oh my god, seriously? i didn’t even know that game was still around.” you gush in excitement.

“lucky for you, i’ve got it on my switch.” he wiggles his eyebrows a few times before he leans over to grab the device off of his nightstand.

you stay silent while he props the screen up on top of the covers, sitting up straighter like he’s preparing for war as he hands you a controller.

though the console is a completely foreign thing to you, you used to be decent when you played on the wii several years ago. you have a feeling the skill will translate.

“are you sure you’re ready? i’m a known pro.” he warns you with a smirk as the game loads.

you shrug, deciding not to boast about your own ability just yet. better to leave it a mystery, just in case you do actually suck.

“your threats are unimpressive.”

“i’d hold the sass, princess. we haven’t even started yet. plus,” he drags the word out for effect as he stares at you with a devious look in his eye, “i have a dare for you.”

a snort escapes before you can help it. “so we’re back in middle school now?”

“c’mon, humor me.”

“alright, let me hear it.” you give in, because you are wondering what he has in store.

“every time i beat you, you have to take off a piece of clothing. and every time i lose, if i ever actually lose, i’ll do the same.” chris explains.

it’s an enticing offer. you pretend to contemplate the challenge, tapping on your chin lightly with your pointer finger as you furrow your brows.

“okay, i’ll take the bait.” you finally say.

you don’t plan on being defeated anyways. he’s underestimating you yet again, and you can also tell that he’s surprised by your answer.

but regardless, he gives you a nod of approval. “very daring, i’m impressed.”

“you'll be even more impressed when i kick your ass.” you tease with a smile, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before you refocus on the task at hand.

“sure i will, now pick your character already.” he prompts, pointing a finger at the screen.

you already know who you’re going to play as, because you used to choose the same fighter pretty much every time. so you use your controls to scroll and select quickly.

“so you’re a kirby girl.” chris notes with a grin, like it makes perfect sense.

“force of habit, i guess.” you respond as you glance down at the switch.

he just shakes his head, clicking on the default stage so that he can get the game ready to go. “that big pink fuck won’t save you now.”

“hey! don’t you dare talk about him like that, he can hear you.” you motion to the screen in offense.

this makes him chuckle, a delightful sound that you’ve come to know and love.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. are you ready?”

you square your shoulders. “prepare to die, chris sturniolo.”

the game begins a moment later, and neither of you are relaxed in his bed anymore. you’re both quite literally on the edge of your seats, fingers frantically jamming at the controllers.

you’re the first to hit him, watching his XP fade just a little bit as a result. he grunts beside you while he continues throwing aimless attacks your way, eyes narrowed in determination.

he’s next to land a big one, which knocks kirby on his ass for a solid few seconds as chris pummels your character. you’re at nearly half of your health before you escape his grasp, so you grit your teeth and keep battling.

but it’s no use. even though you knock him off of the little island, he delivers the final blow a moment later and pikachu wins the first round.

“shit!” you yell as you watch your own fighter die.

chris throws his arms up in victory, already beaming over the fact that you’ll have to be the first to start stripping. you stare at the screen incredulously before you hang your head in shame.

“i think you owe me something, baby.” he chirps happily.

your mind races, trying to find some loophole to save your dignity. then the sides of your mouth turn up just a bit. you reach down to peel your socks off and toss them to the floor, fully smirking now.

chris shakes a finger at you accusingly, though he’s smiling regardless. “that does not count, you little cheater.”

“it totally does. socks are essential to daily life.” you argue.

he licks his lips as he grips his controller once more. “fine, but you don’t have an excuse after this, and puppy eyes won’t get you out of it.”

“sure they won’t.” you reply innocently, giving him a knowing look.

the next round starts up and this time you come out swinging, sending quite a few damaging hits his way. you’re satisfied with the head start, avoiding him by jumping around on the obstacles in the arena.

every time he’s about to strike, you feel him tense up beside you, so you decide to use it to your advantage. you back up as he advances, once again steering clear of any harm.

then you switch up and go on offense again, sending pikachu up into the air with the last strike of the match.

chris groans in disappointment as you let out a brief cheer, nudging him with your shoulder suggestively.

“i think you owe me something, pretty boy.” you mock him, unable to hide how pleased you are.

he just rolls his eyes in response, reaching to grab the collar of his shirt so he can pull it over his head. you honestly weren’t fully prepared yet, and your mouth goes dry as you watch his muscles clench while he shifts to chuck it to the ground.

you can see some of the hickies you gave him scattered across his collarbones, and although you’re a little embarrassed, it’s also a bit of a turn on.

“distracted?” chris taunts.

you narrow your eyes and turn back to the switch. “never.”

the third round commences and you’re feeling far more confident now. he may have a big ego, but he’s not as good as he made himself out to be, so you’ve at least got a chance.

it’s dead even for a moment while you each go punch for punch, bringing your health down quite a bit. you’re completely zoned in until you feel his hand grip your thigh, inching higher and higher rather quickly.

it makes your stomach flip, and you’re forced to look over at him in surprise. in that moment, you know you lost, because chris removes his fingers just as quickly as they were there and goes for the final kill.

he meets your eyes after he’s secured the second win, pure amusement evident in his expression.

“who’s the cheater now, huh?” you shove him lightly, but he just laughs.

“hey, you never said touching was off limits. i was just using my resources.” chris says, clearly deciding to maintain his innocence.

“that’s total horseshit and you know it. you’re lucky i’m a good sport.”

so you tug your own sweatshirt up, throwing it toward the foot of the bed without a second thought. you’re left in your lacey red bra, though it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before anyways.

but when you glance over, there’s a hungry glint in chris’s eyes that lets you know he's just as excited as the first time. his gaze flicks down to your chest, tilting his head forward a bit so his face is closer to yours.

“jesus, that bra is fucking sexy.” his words sound more like a whine than anything else.

you can feel yourself beginning to shake ever so slightly in anticipation, trying to steady your hands by holding your controller.

“don’t say shit like that to me.” oh, but it sounds so delicious.

“i’m sorry.” chris lies breathlessly.

his lips ghost over your cheek, his teeth clamping down on that sweet spot behind your ear a moment later. you let out a small gasp, placing your hands on his warm chest to push him away.

“we’re supposed to be playing.” you remind him quietly.

everything in your body is screaming for him to pin you to the bed, to let him have his way with you, but you won’t let yourself get carried away that easily. not this time.

“damnit, i’m not going to be able to win with you looking like that right beside me.” chris complains.

“sounds like a you problem.” you brush him off and click the button to start the next round.

you can feel your hands sweating as you move kirby around the stage. you know exactly what you’re doing now, walking right into his attacks as if you’re practically begging to die.

the attention chris gave you after you lost last time was intense, and you can only imagine how it’ll go once you take off your pants too.

so, you let yourself lose. pikachu defeats kirby swiftly, and now it’s time to face the consequences.

“you suck at this.” he grins widely after your third loss, clearly content.

but you don’t say anything. you just lay back, lifting your hips up so you can wiggle your sweats down your legs. you kick them off at the foot of the mattress, enjoying the way chris’s eyes go wide as he watches you.

“you’re evil, you know?” his voice is dangerously low as you sit back up, confidence flooding through your veins.

you nod, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from smiling like a cheshire cat. “what are you gonna do about it?”

he opens his mouth like he’s going to tell you, and then changes his mind.

“nothing.”

not the answer you were expecting. you furrow your brows, completely thrown for a loop, when you get your own brilliant idea. an idea he won’t be able to resist, literally and figuratively.

“fine, then i have a game for you.” you say, trying to provoke him.

“i’m listening.” he sounds intrigued.

“let’s see how long you can go without touching me, because i bet you won’t last more than a minute. but i can do whatever i want.” your voice gets sultry at the end as you glance down at his mouth.

chris feels all of the blood rush to his dick just thinking about the dare, already turned on from seeing you in your tiny matching set. he knows he won’t be able to contain himself, but he doesn’t care.

“filthy girl.” he purrs, nodding his head yes.

you watch him situate himself against the pillows, laying so you can roll to your knees and straddle him. his eyes roam your body, lips tilted into a lopsided smile as he relishes the feeling of your silky skin on his.

your hands go to his bare shoulders, steadying yourself as you lean down to give him a brief kiss. you move to his jaw before he can get to into it, taking your time as you finally reach his neck. he spreads his hands out on the comforter, gripping it harshly to prevent himself from giving in.

your hips rock against him agonizingly slow, and you can feel his hard on as you grind your cunt into it. fingers trail down his stomach, raking at the skin lightly.

he’s choking on his breath underneath you, trying so hard not to buck into your movements even though he wants to so bad. you’re careful, leaving open-mouth kisses in new areas in the hopes of giving him more hickies.

chris’s eyes flutter closed, lips parted in bliss as a small whine escapes, and you can tell he’s just itching to truly feel you.

you move your face up so you’re right by his ear, whispering your next words without hesitation.

“come on baby, touch me. i know you want to.”

it’s your first time using the pet name with him, and you can tell by the groan he lets out that it’s enough to send him over the edge.

his hands reach to grip your ass, rocking you against him harder as he gives one side a little slap. chris tilts his head so he can capture your mouth with his for a real kiss, tongue and teeth meshing together beautifully.

when you pull away his lips are glossy and red, which you always love seeing. you shift yourself off of him so your hands can move toward his sweats, fingers dipping below the waistband just slightly as you look up at him for permission.

chris nods eagerly, biting down on his lip and squirming around for any kind of contact. you steady his hips with your hands, clicking your tongue once in distaste.

“you better be patient, or i won’t do a damn thing.” you chide.

“i’ll be good. so good.” he promises, practically pleading with you now.

the neediness ignites a fire in your stomach, so you slowly begin to work his pants and boxers down his legs. his erection bounces free, slapping against his stomach, and you feel your mouth watering just looking at it.

once you’ve officially discarded his clothes, you position yourself between his legs so that you’re eye-level with his cock. he’s already throbbing at the sight, waiting as you spit in your palm and wrap it around the base of his shaft.

chris lets out a moan as you start to move your hand up and down ever so slowly, making sure to tease as much as possible because you know how sensitive he is right now. your run your thumb over his slit, which is leaking with precum, and he trembles in your grasp.

after a moment like this, you finally bring your head down, wrapping your lips around him and swirling your tongue across his tip.

“fuckkk.” he hisses through his teeth, reaching to wrap a hand in your hair messily.

you take as much of him into your mouth as you can, using your hand on the part you can’t reach as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head slightly. your other palm rests on his thigh, steadying yourself as you suck his dick.

“feels amazing.” he praises through a whimper, involuntarily bucking into your throat now.

you can feel him pulling you by the hair, forcing you to take more of him as tears brim your eyes. you know he’s getting close just based on the way he’s beginning to shake, so you pick up your pace a bit.

“shit, baby, just like that.” chris groans, his body shuddering as you work your tongue.

he’s breathing heavy now, head thrown back with his eyes screwed shut, hair messy across his forehead. his grip on you tightens, a dead giveaway that he’s about to come.

“fuck, fuck, i’m—”

you feel him twitch in your mouth, body completely tense as his orgasm spills down your throat. his hand untangles from your hair so you can pull away to swallow, brushing stray strands from your face.

his chest rises and falls heavily as he lays there, riding out the high before he peels his eyes open to look at you through the bleariness.

“you’re incredible.” chris says as he reaches for your hand, pulling you down into bed beside him.

he presses a kiss to your forehead, a gentle touch that you’re not used to, and you feel your stupid little heart melt.

“and you’re getting soft on me, mister tough guy.” you joke, poking his side like you're making a point.

“for you, i think i can live with that.”

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #hockey!au #neighbor au #christopher sturniolo smut

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Hello, Neighbor

18+ only, please.

Originally posted by darkling-er

Every year, you and your best friend head to her parent's beach house for three weeks of summer fun. This year, there's a new neighbor.

Pairings: Ari Levinson x female reader

Media: The Red Sea Diving Resort

Warnings: Ari Levinson is a warning in and of himself, blatant objectification, awkwardness, no filter, manhandling, oral sex (m and f rec), unprotected sex (honestly, don't do that), squirting, fluff, don't trip on that second sentence, not beta'd

Word Count: 3,827

Notes: Omg, I done it! It only took me months more than it should have. 🙄 I feel like this could be a fluffy little series about the three week vacation or even later but I don't know. I guess it depends on if anybody likes it. 💕

Read it on AO3.

The beach house had become a tradition. Every summer since the two of you had met at orientation your Freshman year of undergrad found the two of you sharing your best friend's parents' summer home that lay on the coast within sight and walking distance of the water.

You took a deep breath, smelling coffee from the machine you'd just turned on and clean ocean from the open window. It was a bright, beautiful day and the first of your three-week vacation. When the coffee finished, you poured yourself a cup and doctored it to your liking before stepping out onto the front porch.

There were voices in the next yard. Nobody had ever been in residence the entire time you'd been coming here but you remembered Melanie's dad mentioning it had been sold recently. Trying to hide how nosey you were, you hid behind one of the porch pillars while peering over at the two men standing in the grass.

"Oh, my God," you breathed, eyes helplessly locked on the demigod in short swim trunks talking to another neighbor who'd been on his morning run. "Oh, my God, what is going on?" Your numb fingers tightened on your coffee mug in an attempt not to drop it, every other possible bit of brain-power draining somewhat south. "What is happening?"

He was gorgeous. He was beyond gorgeous, the word didn't even do him justice. From the top of his head crowned with pretty, silky hair that just begged your fingers to run through it to the tips of his toes which were strong and well-formed--and what the fuck, you noticed toes now? From this far away? What kind of useless--?

The screen door opened with a mild screech behind you and Melanie stepped out onto the porch.

"Help," you whimpered, eyes taking another leisurely stroll down your new neighbor's perfect body. Sun-kissed skin and rounded, soft-edged muscles, all tucked into a broad, tight package that screamed strength. A smattering of hair over his chest and belly. And what a belly. You could write sonnets to those abs. You wanted to press your face into his skin and chew. And his thighs. You'd do some terrible, horrible things to have those thighs choke you to death. "Oh, God, Mel, please help."

"Honey? What’s the matter?" she asked, immediately concerned.

"He's so pretty, Mel. He is so pretty, I am going to die. Please help, it's been like five minutes and I can't look away and he's going to catch--" You whipped your head toward her with a yowl when she pinched your side, body flinching the opposite direction. You missed the way Gorgeous And Godlike turned toward the sound, blue eyes narrowing. "Ow! What the fu--why are you such an awful person?!"

She was laughing at you while she calmly sipped her coffee. "What? I helped! You're not staring at him like a crazed stalker anymore." She giggled into her cup before getting herself together.

"I hate you," you told her sincerely, finally remembering your own coffee, grateful you hadn’t spilled it all over yourself. "So much."

Melanie tsked and shook her head. "Well, that's rude. Better find your manners, he's heading this way." You choked on the warm liquid, sputtering and coughing as she cackled beside you.

"Ladies...everything all right here?" His voice was deep and friendly and things tingled when you heard it. "Need any CPR?"

Melanie slapped your back hard enough to break your paralysis and you cleared your throat. "Hi! Uh. Yeah, we're good. I just sometimes forget I'm still not a mermaid." You cringed internally, absently wondering where your brain-to-mouth filter had gone. "No...uh. No CPR necessary," you told him, eyes widening because you knew it was coming and for the love of all that was holy, you could not stop it. "Unless you just wanna practice?"

His eyes were very pretty, an ocean blue with a beautiful little sparkle that was still there even when he was blinking at you in surprise. You could feel flames coming from your cheeks and you winced, helplessly blinking back at him.

Melanie cackled again, sounding more like an evil witch than your best friend. "Oh, I see you two are gonna get along great. I'm Melanie, she's Y/N."

He smiled at her--a very nice smile--then went right back to staring at you. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ari. I just moved in next door."

"Oh, we know," Mel snickered and danced out of the way of your blind smack. "I have to go inside and do something else now, you two enjoy."

The screen shrieked closed and silence descended upon the porch. Ari was still down on the grass, looking up at you. You fiddled with your mug, looking away because now your body decided to be shy. "Um. So. Just moved in, huh?" You cringed even as you were saying it, throwing him a desperately apologetic glance.

He smirked at you easily, not seeming put off at all. "Yeah. Didn't bring a lot with me, though, so unpacking is already all done."

"That...that's good," you mumbled, shifting from foot to foot and trying to keep from ogling him again. No. Up, up, stay on his face! Bad eyes, no cookie. "Unpacking's the worst."

"Sure is." He grinned up at you and you felt your breath stop; he was too pretty to be allowed. "Want to come and see the house?"

"Yes, yes, I do, thank you," you blurted, abandoning your coffee on the porch railing as you flew down the stairs. He laughed and caught your hand, leading you over.

His hand was huge, fingers calloused but not painfully rough. Up close, he smelled like citrusy bergamot, floral neroli, and earthy musk, overlaid with clean, salty seawater. His skin was warm, blood hot against your perpetually cool fingers and you squeezed unconsciously. He saved you from burgeoning embarrassment by squeezing back.

All of the houses in the area were custom-built, not a single one exactly like another. Where Melanie's parents' house had a distinct Cape Cod bent to it, Ari’s was ultra-modern, looking like various-sized boxes stuck together, some glass, some entirely enclosed in metal siding with windows. The downstairs looked like several rooms from the outside but when you followed him in, you saw one huge space with an open kitchen, a dining area, an entertainment area, and an area that looked like it might be a library someday.

You looked around with lifted eyebrows. The light was, frankly, amazing in there; any wall that was plaster was covered in framed art, otherwise, it was all glass. The view of the beach was gorgeous, especially from the dining table. The stairs came down in the middle of the room and there was art on the outside of them, too, no space wasted.

The kitchen was a chef's dream. You didn't even cook that much but found yourself salivating at the extended island, the commercial reach-ins for the refrigerator and freezer, and the Viking range. You paused and whispered, "It has a grill," in awed tones and Ari chuckled softly, right behind you. You didn't turn, not exactly surprised at his proximity. Instead, you leaned forward to touch the water spigot against the wall, arching your back a little and pushing your ass out. You didn't quite touch him, it was more an invitation than anything else. You were close enough to feel his body heat against your thighs and through your shorts, though.

"You like to cook?" you asked, struggling to keep your voice steady.

Ari took the invitation and ran with it, pressing his groin against your ass, hands on your hips. "I do when I get the time." His voice was deeper than it had been outside and he was obviously glad to be where he was, pressing hard and hot between your cheeks.

You braced your hands on the edge of the stove, eyes half-closing, your tongue automatically licking your lips. If he was as big as you thought he was… "Don't get the time often?" you asked, unable to keep from sounding anything except breathy.

His hands wandered up your sides and he pulled you back to stand straight, then further to lean back against his glorious chest. He was a wash of delicious heat from your shoulders to your thighs. You shuddered, basking in it as his scent enveloped you in bright citrus, orange blossoms, and that deep, musky note that made you feel like you'd had a little too much to drink, even though it was only 8 something in the morning and you'd only had coffee. "Not as often as I'd like," he murmured, right in your ear, proving that you didn't care what he said, you only cared about his voice, as goosebumps ran down your arms.

You gave an honest-to-God whimper and then pretended you hadn't. "Shame," you whispered, shivering.

"Would you like a tour of the upstairs?"

"Yes, yes, please, I would," you answered in a rush. You grabbed his hand and headed for the stairs, towing him behind you as he laughed, warm and deep. You led him up his own staircase, then stopped in the upper hallway, uncertain which room was the master.

He scooped you up into his arms bridal style like you weighed nothing, causing you to squeal in surprise and loop your arms around his neck. He laughed as he headed for the last door on the right. "This way, sweetness." You hid your face against his neck and grinned at the nickname.

He gave you a little toss onto the bed and you landed with a bounce, giggling as you pulled your top over your head. Ari tugged your shorts over your hips and down your legs, leaving you in your cute little sunshine yellow bikini. He raised his eyebrows at you and you shrugged, stretching into an arch, arms above your head. "We always end up at the beach."

The bikini was held on with strings that tied into cute little bows. "I can appreciate that," he murmured. "Let me get a condom."

You extended a leg to stop him with your foot on his hip. "I'm clean, tested last week for this vacation, and I'm on birth control."

He met your eyes, that beautiful blue gazing at you like you just saved the world. "I'm clean, too," he offered, voice a little rougher. "You sure, beautiful?"

You smiled at him, warmth spreading through your chest. "Yeah, I'm sure. Nobody's called me beautiful. I like that."

"Yeah?" He crawled into the bed, hovering over you, caging you in. "You must be with some stupid people because you are gorgeous." His fingers touched your hair, his eyes staring into yours with an intensity that made you squirm.

His fingers tugged at the bows that kept the bikini top on, pulling the yellow fabric away from your chest. His eyes flicked down to it and stayed there. Big, warm hands pushed you flat on your back before they cupped your tits reverently. He squeezed them a little, pushing them together, then looked back up at you. Keeping eye contact, he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue swirled around it and you arched, breathing out on a sigh. He moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking your nipples, biting the soft flesh around them, too. A sharp little nip made you gasp and jerk and he licked the spot in apology, looking back up at you.

He crawled higher up your body to kiss you, hips getting between your thighs, one hand leaning his weight on the bed near your head. His kisses just confirmed the sex god status you'd suspected and you squirmed under him, just to feel all the places where his weight was leaning into you. He kissed away from your mouth, down to your jaw, then your throat. Exploration found that sweet spot you had just behind your jaw and below your ear. Shivers spilled down your spine as pathetic little needy sounds escaped your mouth and your hands came up to clasp at his back, fingers digging into his lats. He smiled against your skin before he sucked gently at the area again.

You lifted your hips with a little cry, trying to rub against him for friction. He made a pleased sound but started back down your body. His hands came to your hips to hold them still as he went back to worshiping your chest. Slow kisses moved further downward, over your tummy as he slipped off the bed to the floor. His hands got busy, tugging the strings to your bikini bottom until the bows unraveled and he could tug the scrap of fabric out from under you, tossing it aside.

Ari on his knees between your legs was a revelation. You couldn't help but stare as he kissed down along your hip, then across your pelvis. He reached up to push his hair back, one eye looking up at you. You sucked in a breath, getting wound tighter and tighter as he approached your pussy. He flashed you a smile as he pressed a sweet little kiss on your mound.

He hugged one thigh to him and pushed the other out to open you up. He kissed along the outer lips of your pussy, then nipped along the inside of your thighs, ratcheting the tension higher. When his tongue finally touched the slick valley between your thighs your head fell back against the bed with a little moan. He gave it a wet, open-mouthed kiss that let him explore from your opening upward, then settled on your clit.

He stared up at you, tongue lapping and swirling, flickering back and forth over the little bundle of nerves. He closed his lips over it and sucked and your head fell back again, arms above it in complete surrender. All the little noises he coaxed out of you got louder and more intense as he worked. Your hips jerked and he gripped them gently, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

He pulled back a bit and spit on your folds, fingers rubbing it against your clit and you squirmed, giving a strangled little sound. His hands pushed your thighs back and flat, going back to sucking and licking at you like it was his damn job.

Once he was sure you'd keep your legs open he reached up with one hand to slip his fingers into your mouth and you mimicked his rhythm around the tips with your tongue. When he took them back he played with a nipple, slick digits stroking feather-light before he pinched and rolled it between them and his thumb.

His other hand moved between your legs, a finger slipping inside you easily. He moved in and out, slowly at first, then faster, adding another and canting them up to catch your G spot. You couldn't help the sound that came out of your mouth then, hands slapping down on either side of your body to curl in the duvet. You kept lifting your head so you could watch, but then he'd send electricity shooting up your spine and it would fall back again.

He sped up, fingering you fast and hard enough to get your tits rocking a little. He licked and sucked at you like a fiend and you writhed under him as your orgasm crashed over you, loud little cries of his name spilling from your mouth like a melisma.

He eased up, then pulled back entirely, wiping his mouth and beard with his hand, both wet with your juices. Standing, he pushed his swim shorts down over his hips and lower. His dick sprang out and slapped his stomach and your mouth practically watered. Long and thick with a cut head that was wet with precum. He had no tan lines, all the same shade of golden bronze the sun had made him. You sat up happily and maneuvered onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He put his hand on the back of your head as you took him into the warm cave of your mouth, just resting, not restraining you.

The weight of him on your tongue made you groan and you bobbed your head to take as much of him as was comfortable, hands coming up to stroke the rest of him and play with his balls at the same time. Precum leaked over your tongue and you swallowed while making a happy sound. He chuckled softly and pet your hair, curving his big hand over the contour of your head affectionately. "Yeah? Good?"

You looked up at him and deliberately made your eyes wide and innocent, watching it hit him like a blow to the head, his face going slack with lust and a deep groan coming from his chest. You managed a muffled, "Mm-hmm," and then really went to work. Each dip of your head took more and more of him in, little choking sounds escaping your lips as you got him to the edge of your throat. He gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding it for you without forcing your head down or changing your pace. Saliva overflowed your lips and you used it to slick the rest of his cock and even down to his balls. Every now and then, you'd pull back and spit on him, rubbing it along his length, until your hands on him almost felt as wet as your mouth.

You knew your limits and you took him there, just edging down into your actual esophagus with the tip and no further. The urge to choke tapped insistently at the back of your awareness, along with the contractions of your stomach muscles. Your gag reflex wasn't particularly sensitive but Ari was a little bit bigger than your experience allowed. You pulled back with a gasp, blinking tears from your vision that spilled down your cheeks.

"Shit, beautiful," Ari murmured and used his hold on you to drag you up into a kiss, heedless of the mess your face was at the moment. "Gotta stop that for now or this'll be over before I want it to be."

You laughed and wiped the drool off your face with the back of your arm. Ari used his thumbs to gently brush away your tears, smiling at you. "Wanna go for a ride?" When you nodded he climbed on the bed, then manhandled you on top of him, clearly enjoying the squeak that produced.

You sat up straighter and bore down on him as he sank inside you. He was thicker than anyone you'd ever taken and it burned a little in the best way possible. You braced your hands on his glorious chest and started rolling your hips in a sinuous undulation that shifted him back and forth inside you. You lifted up and went back down on every back sway, aiming for and finding the spot way up near your cervix that nobody ever seemed to hit.

He stared up at you the whole time, his hands wandering your body and occasionally gripping your hips but letting you be in charge. His cheeks were flushed and that just made his blue eyes that much brighter. You whimpered and mewled through it with zero concept of pride, not caring how pathetic and cockdrunk you sounded as long as that end shimmering in the distance found you.

The closer it got, the faster your hips went until you were writhing on top of him. He curled those big hands around the back and sides of your head, bringing you down to touch foreheads. It was the most intense eye contact you'd ever experienced period, let alone during sex. "You gonna come?" he asked, voice quiet.

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah? Gonna soak my dick, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh, yes, please, please…" You couldn't help begging, eyelids fluttering as your eyes rolled back in your head. The orgasm drew up high to tower over you before crashing down like a tsunami, leaving you to shout your way through it, hips losing all rhythm.

Ari cursed and grabbed them hard enough that you knew you'd have some marks the next day. The idea made you warm and squirmy inside. He held you still and planted his feet on the mattress, jackhammering up into you hard and fast.

You cried out as you felt another swell rising in the distance before your first orgasm had even finished. You closed your eyes against the bright blue of his, the potency of his gaze threatening to catapult you into that second climax too soon.

"Oh, my God!"

He watched you, laser-focused on every microexpression. You shook your head, not exactly sure what you were denying but Ari seemed to know, nodding in counterpoint. "Come on, honey, you can give me one more."

You whined and squeezed him tight in automatic reaction but shook your head again.

"Oh, I think you can," he practically purred. "Come on, gimme just one more, there's my sweet girl, cum for me."

You whimpered his name, eyelashes wet with tears as you shook apart on top of him, fluid gushing out of you in one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever experienced. He let out an actual growl and thrust up into you faster, losing his rhythm as he chased his end. He dragged you down and shoved up into you, holding you there as he came, staring up at you, mouth open as he panted.

You both hung in the moment, suspended in bliss before you collapsed down against his chest like a fallen tree. "Oh, my God," you repeated, face buried against his neck.

He laughed a little, breathless, and nodded in agreement, hands running up and down your back, warm and soothing. After long moments of afterglow, Ari asked, "How long is your vacation?"

"Three weeks," you murmured sleepily, fingers toying with a lock of his hair. It was just as silky as you'd imagined it to be and you made a mental note to check out what conditioner he used before you left.

"Hmm. Three weeks. That's a long time. Need company?"

You pushed yourself up to see his face, smiling slowly. "Why? You offering?"

He grinned up at you and it was like the sun shining, bright and happy. "I'm offering." He kissed your forehead. "Asking." The tip of your nose. "Begging." The corner of your mouth. You giggled and he squeezed around your middle in a hug.

You gave him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss, letting your eyes close as you lingered. "I think we could work something out. Wouldn't want you to be lonely."

He chuckled and drew you back down into a kiss that was much less chaste than the one before, settling in for a lazy makeout session. After all, the day was just getting started.

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