BOY NEXT DOOR 7 - ( c.s )
part six
summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. heâs effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but heâs 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- cursing, smut (oral m!receiving)
a/n: part 7 bay beeeee letâs get it, theyâre falling yall đł
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the following week and a half are a complete haze. between classes and schoolwork and hanging out with chris, itâs been a whirlwind of both pleasure and stress, but youâre not complaining about it.
itâs the most fun youâve had with a guy in a minute, the most fun youâve 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. heâs 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 heâll pick you up to go get food, or bring something back for you if he stops on the way home instead. youâve 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 âlook betterâ on you, and he even throws his arm around your shoulder in public without shame.
heâs 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 youâre 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 heâs acting. you try not to read into their theories too much, but sometimes you canât help but wonder.
why would he be putting in effort on all of these extra gestures if he didnât truly want something more?
heâs already got the sex, so what else does he need?
but one thing you still havenât fully learned about chris is that heâs 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 youâre not with him, heâs thinking about you. sometimes itâs the dirtiest fantasies that heâs just waiting to fulfill, and other times itâs wondering what you had for lunch, or what you dreamed about, or what youâre up to with your friends.
when you are with him, he canât 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 youâre 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, youâre 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 youâve been watching hockey for the past two hoursâshocker. but you can feel chris growing restless beside you, hand stroking your thigh lazily.
âalright, whatâs your deal?â you ask after he huffs for the fifth time, even though you know heâs 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.
âwanna play super smash brothers?â chris asks, and you feel your own expression light up at the suggestion.
âoh my god, seriously? i didnât even know that game was still around.â you gush in excitement.
âlucky for you, iâve got it on my switch.â 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 heâs 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.
âare you sure youâre ready? iâm a known pro.â 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.
âyour threats are unimpressive.â
âiâd hold the sass, princess. we havenât even started yet. plus,â he drags the word out for effect as he stares at you with a devious look in his eye, âi have a dare for you.â
a snort escapes before you can help it. âso weâre back in middle school now?â
âcâmon, humor me.â
âalright, let me hear it.â you give in, because you are wondering what he has in store.
âevery time i beat you, you have to take off a piece of clothing. and every time i lose, if i ever actually lose, iâll do the same.â chris explains.
itâs an enticing offer. you pretend to contemplate the challenge, tapping on your chin lightly with your pointer finger as you furrow your brows.
âokay, iâll take the bait.â you finally say.
you donât plan on being defeated anyways. heâs underestimating you yet again, and you can also tell that heâs surprised by your answer.
but regardless, he gives you a nod of approval. âvery daring, iâm impressed.â
âyou'll be even more impressed when i kick your ass.â you tease with a smile, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before you refocus on the task at hand.
âsure i will, now pick your character already.â he prompts, pointing a finger at the screen.
you already know who youâre 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.
âso youâre a kirby girl.â chris notes with a grin, like it makes perfect sense.
âforce of habit, i guess.â 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. âthat big pink fuck wonât save you now.â
âhey! donât you dare talk about him like that, he can hear you.â you motion to the screen in offense.
this makes him chuckle, a delightful sound that youâve come to know and love.
âyeah, yeah, whatever. are you ready?â
you square your shoulders. âprepare to die, chris sturniolo.â
the game begins a moment later, and neither of you are relaxed in his bed anymore. youâre both quite literally on the edge of your seats, fingers frantically jamming at the controllers.
youâre 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.
heâs next to land a big one, which knocks kirby on his ass for a solid few seconds as chris pummels your character. youâre at nearly half of your health before you escape his grasp, so you grit your teeth and keep battling.
but itâs 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.
âshit!â you yell as you watch your own fighter die.
chris throws his arms up in victory, already beaming over the fact that youâll have to be the first to start stripping. you stare at the screen incredulously before you hang your head in shame.
âi think you owe me something, baby.â 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 heâs smiling regardless. âthat does not count, you little cheater.â
âit totally does. socks are essential to daily life.â you argue.
he licks his lips as he grips his controller once more. âfine, but you donât have an excuse after this, and puppy eyes wonât get you out of it.â
âsure they wonât.â 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. youâre satisfied with the head start, avoiding him by jumping around on the obstacles in the arena.
every time heâs 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.
âi think you owe me something, pretty boy.â 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 werenât 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 youâre a little embarrassed, itâs also a bit of a turn on.
âdistracted?â chris taunts.
you narrow your eyes and turn back to the switch. ânever.â
the third round commences and youâre feeling far more confident now. he may have a big ego, but heâs not as good as he made himself out to be, so youâve at least got a chance.
itâs dead even for a moment while you each go punch for punch, bringing your health down quite a bit. youâre completely zoned in until you feel his hand grip your thigh, inching higher and higher rather quickly.
it makes your stomach flip, and youâre 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 heâs secured the second win, pure amusement evident in his expression.
âwhoâs the cheater now, huh?â you shove him lightly, but he just laughs.
âhey, you never said touching was off limits. i was just using my resources.â chris says, clearly deciding to maintain his innocence.
âthatâs total horseshit and you know it. youâre lucky iâm a good sport.â
so you tug your own sweatshirt up, throwing it toward the foot of the bed without a second thought. youâre left in your lacey red bra, though itâs nothing he hasnât seen before anyways.
but when you glance over, thereâs a hungry glint in chrisâs 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.
âjesus, that bra is fucking sexy.â 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.
âdonât say shit like that to me.â oh, but it sounds so delicious.
âiâm sorry.â 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.
âweâre supposed to be playing.â 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 wonât let yourself get carried away that easily. not this time.
âdamnit, iâm not going to be able to win with you looking like that right beside me.â chris complains.
âsounds like a you problem.â 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 youâre doing now, walking right into his attacks as if youâre practically begging to die.
the attention chris gave you after you lost last time was intense, and you can only imagine how itâll go once you take off your pants too.
so, you let yourself lose. pikachu defeats kirby swiftly, and now itâs time to face the consequences.
âyou suck at this.â he grins widely after your third loss, clearly content.
but you donât 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 chrisâs eyes go wide as he watches you.
âyouâre evil, you know?â 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. âwhat are you gonna do about it?â
he opens his mouth like heâs going to tell you, and then changes his mind.
ânothing.â
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 wonât be able to resist, literally and figuratively.
âfine, then i have a game for you.â you say, trying to provoke him.
âiâm listening.â he sounds intrigued.
âletâs see how long you can go without touching me, because i bet you wonât last more than a minute. but i can do whatever i want.â 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 wonât be able to contain himself, but he doesnât care.
âfilthy girl.â 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.
heâs choking on his breath underneath you, trying so hard not to buck into your movements even though he wants to so bad. youâre careful, leaving open-mouth kisses in new areas in the hopes of giving him more hickies.
chrisâs eyes flutter closed, lips parted in bliss as a small whine escapes, and you can tell heâs just itching to truly feel you.
you move your face up so youâre right by his ear, whispering your next words without hesitation.
âcome on baby, touch me. i know you want to.â
itâs your first time using the pet name with him, and you can tell by the groan he lets out that itâs 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.
âyou better be patient, or i wonât do a damn thing.â you chide.
âiâll be good. so good.â 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 youâve officially discarded his clothes, you position yourself between his legs so that youâre eye-level with his cock. heâs 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.
âfuckkk.â 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 canât 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.
âfeels amazing.â 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 heâs getting close just based on the way heâs beginning to shake, so you pick up your pace a bit.
âshit, baby, just like that.â chris groans, his body shuddering as you work your tongue.
heâs 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 heâs about to come.
âfuck, fuck, iâmââ
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.
âyouâre incredible.â 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 youâre not used to, and you feel your stupid little heart melt.
âand youâre getting soft on me, mister tough guy.â you joke, poking his side like you're making a point.
âfor you, i think i can live with that.â
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