#— 📼 Neil Lewis!

[fuckmycrane]

you should write a fic about neil cumming in his pants while eating pussy lol

— CW: 18+, smut! What the ask says. | Word count: 600+.

— a/n: Yeah I should. Anyways. I like answering requests lmao.

Neil’s short fingernails scrape the skin of your thighs, as he stares at your pussy with fascination. He licks his lips, darting his tongue slowly, savoring the godlike meal displayed wide open right in front of him.

“Are you gonna keep starin’ at my pussy or actually eat it?” You ask from the top of his bed, resting your head on the one pillow he owns.

Neil nods, licking a long, lazy stripe from your wet hole to your swollen nub, circling it with the tip of his tongue. His hand squeezed your thighs as if he was afraid you were going to magically disappear from his bed— all while his tongue was busy burying itself inside your pussy. Neil moans at the taste, loud and clear, completely delighted with your taste.

Your fingers brush his hair softly away from his forehead and his eyes— he’s like a dream. With bright eyes, Neil stares at you with his mouth attached to your clit, sucking it gently. The uncomfortable pressure of his hard cock against his boxers makes him mewl weakly against your core. The vibrations of his raspy voice make you grind your hips against his face.

Neil’s eyes roll back as you do so, enjoying how you never hesitate to use him to pursue your own pleasure. His head nods fiercely, wordlessly begging you to use his face as a toy to rub against.

You seem to pick up his silent request, chuckling softly as your free hand reaches for your chest, rolling a perky nipple with your thumb and index finger.

“You want me to rub my pussy on your face, pretty boy?” You ask breathlessly, moaning when Neil hums against your clit, sucking a bit more harshly.

Complying with eagerness, you yank his hair pressing his face against your cunt tighter. You rub his nose against your clit as he laps and practically slurps your wetness, sliding his tongue inside. Neil fucks you with his tongue with a skill that wasn't proper of the man from which you took his virginity.

His hips rut against the mattress as he leans forward to shake his head side to side with his tongue flat on your pussy, savoring it as if you were his last meal. The friction of the cotton duvet makes his cock throb, causing him to sweat and be more turned on than ever. Neil tongue-fucks you as if his life depended on it, whining all the while. It felt as though he was lost in heaven when your moans got louder and louder, your body praising his actions in its rawest form.

He is properly humping the mattress now, his face red and sweaty, suffocated by your heat— but not doing anything to stop it.

You come with a strained scream, biting your lips and closing your thighs to the best of your ability. Squeezing his head in between your legs— Neil could die happy right there.

While the aftershocks of your orgasm make your whole body jolt and shake, Neil lets out a choked, pathetic groan— his hips twitching and small thrusts faltering.

Panting, you raise your head from the pillow, looking at him with a frown. “Neil?” You ask panting, brushing some sweat away from your forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah— yeah, I'm—” He replies in between ragged breaths. He untangles from your legs slowly, standing up and covering his crotch with his hands. “I need to use the bathroom—”

“Neil,” you call him again, prompting yourself with your elbows. “Did you—” Your eyes lower to his crotch, noticing the wet stain he is trying to cover. “Shit— did you come from just eating my pussy?”

With a wild blush, your boyfriend looks to the floor embarrassed, nodding.

“Fuck, that's hot.”

The dumbfounded look in his eyes makes you laugh, a laugh that turns into a sensual purr.

“Come here, big boy… I wanna clean you up with my tongue.”

— a/n: I would say send requests because I'm drinking but anyways, just fuck me.

[mothhball]

Hiii! Your writing for Neil is so fantastic thank you for your service <3 📼 could you maybe write one with Neil and reader Pool hopping in the summer and they have to make a run for it so they’re not caught? (Maaaybe forced proximity, friends to lovers or established relationship, some fluff, some smut.. whatever your heart desires) have a safe train ride!!!

Pairing | Neil Lewis x fem!Reader

Warnings | sickly sweet fluff! brief smut, p in v sex, pool sex, friends to lovers, Neil and Reader are very silly

Summary | pool hopping and dramatics

Words | 2k

Notes | thanks for the request!! <33 I hope the formatting works, I'm posting on mobile

MINORS DNI

"I don't know, Nels..." you glance down at the water with a skeptical twitch of your eyebrow before you decide to dip your toe in. Immediately, you pull back.

"Gah! How is it this cold? I'm cooking out here!" Neil laughs at your complaints, wiping the sweat off his brow as he watches you with fond eyes. It's easy to forget that this pool isn't even yours. Neither is this property. But you went in the middle of the day on purpose, making sure that there was no car in the driveway and no one was home.

"You need to go in quickly, that'll make it easier. Come here, I'll help you," he offers, and at first glance, he seems helpful enough. Neil is presenting himself as deceptively harmless, but the mischievous glint in his eyes is enough to make you shake your head and take a step back. You know what he's planning. You've seen that expression countless times before, know every detail of his face as closely as your own. Yet neither of you has dared to cross that final line between platonic and... something more. Maybe you're both cowards. Always tip-toeing around the what ifs and not having the guts to give the thing between you a proper name. To any outsider, you might as well be dating already. It's just that the memo hasn't reached Neil nor yourself just yet.

"Don't you dare. Stay away from me." You try to fight against the grin that's growing on your face, but the rush of dopamine is too strong.

Neil slowly stalks towards you, opening his arms. "What? I'm not doing anything... don't be like that." He pretends to take offense to your hesitation, lips pulling down into a playfully dramatic frown as he creeps closer around the edge of the pool.

"You're going in."

Before either of you know it, he's chasing you around the backyard, bare feet sprinting over the grass. You're both laughing your heads off like idiots, trying hard to outsmart the other. Eventually though, Neil closes the distance, and he wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you to keep you from escaping.

"Got you!"

Despite your half-hearted protests, he drags you back over to the edge of the pool, dipping you dangerously low towards the surface of the water.

"Any last words?" He teases, offering you one last chance at mercy as a triumphant smirk pulls at his lips. In that moment, you know you have to try and mess with him to wipe that expression off his face. You know he has strong opinions about anything regarding pop culture, so you just decide to go for it.

"Star Wars is better than Star Trek." Silence. Those are definitely fighting words, and you're able to witness how Neil's expression twists in real time. This is no longer just bantering. This is about honor now.

"I'm sure you didn't just say that. Take it back," he demands, narrowing his eyes at you. But you stay stubborn, shaking your head. A somber expression settles on your face, and there's a crackle of dramatic energy between the two of you.

"You may come out of this victorious, but at least I spoke my truth. And you will never take that from me."

Neil immediately picks up on your eccentricities, happily joining in. His tone becomes icy as he gets into character, playing the role of your summery executioner quite well.

"Your truth is wrong. You'd have to be blind to ignore the intricacies in the world-building and the far more fleshed-out character arcs and coherent storytelling," he hisses, giving your waist a little squeeze to drive his point home. You wheeze in response.

"Star Trek is far more rooted in scientific facts. Star Wars is for chicks with mask kinks. So take. It. Back." In a moment that couldn't be staged more perfectly than this, a breeze wafts through the backyard, tousling Neil's hair and driving a shiver up your spine.

"You're a fool, Neil. A fool," you murmur, glaring at him like he's committing the ultimate betrayal.

"Is it a sin to enjoy the whimsical nature of nonsensical physics? Is it a sin to witness man's creativity in scenarios that are absurd and stupid? Is it a sin to watch silly little men with silly little helmets?"

You look off into the distance, pausing for dramatic effect.

"If that's the case, then I accept my punishment."

"Then your punishment shall be the pit." With that, he lets go of you, causing you to plunge into the pool below in a scene that would truly be Oscar-worthy. The cool water surrounds you, but the warmth in your chest remains. Neil was right. It really is easier to go in fast and all at once. You’ve been hesitating for far too long, denying yourself relief and enjoyment.

A push. That's all what was missing.

Neil jumps in right after you, bringing you back up to the surface with his gentle hands on your skin as he holds you up bridal-style. Of course, he's still in character.

"Oh God... what have I done... talk to me. Talk to me, damnit!"

You try to stay as limp as possible, but it only takes a moment for the both of you to start laughing again. Your heart hasn’t felt this light in a long, long time. But with Neil, it might as well be soaring up into the cloudless sky.

"We're so stupid," you manage to get out between giggles, and Neil just shrugs in response, looking down at you with a grin so bright that he could pass off as your own personal sun.

"Maybe. But there's no one else I'd rather be stupid with."

You're not sure if he knows what kind of impact his words have on you, and as you look up at him to meet his eyes, a moment of silence settles over the two of you. Both of you just study each other for a while. Curious, as if you've only met for the first time, and your heart wanders further up into your throat with every passing second.

Neil breaks the spell first, swallowing heavily, and a drop of water falls from his hair to land right on your cheek where his gentle thumb wipes it away.

"You make me nervous."

You blink in response, not sure how to take this comment, but he's generous enough to continue and elaborate.

"I never know how to act around you... I... I love being around you, but God, my self-control is being tested every time we hang out," he confesses, and you spot the hint of a lovely pink on his cheeks. Is this the part where you get your hopes up?

"Maybe you shouldn't hold yourself back from... doing whatever it is that you want to do? Maybe... maybe doing it would be a good thing?" You test the waters, and to your delight, Neil leans down to rest his forehead against yours, his voice lowering to a soft murmur.

"Yeah?"

“Yeah. Just… take the plunge, Neil.”

He nods at your words. Slowly, thoughtfully. And he bites his lip, studying the way the light hits your eyes. Eyes that he could get lost in for hours on end. The last distance between the two of you closes almost by itself, and pretty quickly, you are locked in a kiss that’s almost as heated as the sun that’s blasting down on you. Neil still has you in his arms, touching and feeling you with the desperation of a man that has been deprived of the thing he’s been wanting for years. Which would be nothing but the truth.

Your shaking hands are tangled in his dripping hair, gently tugging at his scalp which causes him to groan against your tongue and pull you over to press you up against the edge of the pool. The water splashes around you, and your nose is filled with the scent of chlorine and the sunscreen that you forced on Neil earlier. Stubborn idiot. But as it turns out, he’s now your stubborn idiot. For a blissfully long moment, you get to make out with him, and your world shrinks down in size, encompassing just the two of you. His heaving chest against yours, his skin beneath your fingers, and his hands that reach under your knees and hold you up against his body.

A soft moan slips from your lips as he dares to pull your bikini bottoms to the side to slip his dick inside of you. And fuck, does it feel right. You should’ve done this ages ago, but now, the reward feels even sweeter. Neil whispers your name against your throat, setting an impatient pace of thrusts as he fucks into your fluttering pussy, and you hold onto him with your nails slightly digging into his back. It’s easy to forget that he was just your friend a few minutes ago. Just as easy as it is to miss the noise of a car pulling into the driveway. The driveway that belongs to the property. The property that you’re trespassing on. Neil perks up at the sound of a door slamming shut, and he curses under his breath.

“Fuck – hold your breath.”

You barely get the chance to fill your lungs with precious oxygen before he dives beneath the pool’s surface with you in his arms. Just in time before the owner of the house steps outside to check out the backyard. From his angle, you’re just barely obscured and distorted by the water. An optical illusion that, if explained, would surely have someone clutching their pearls. The homeowner pauses on the patio for a minute, and in the meantime, Neil is getting impatient. You can feel him throbbing inside of you, sneakily rocking his hips against yours in a tiny motion that’s enough to make your toes curl. In response, you tug on his hair, causing him to still once more. Your lungs are burning, and you clench your eyes shut, praying that the guy whose pool you’re “borrowing” just leaves already.

And, in a twist of sweet, sweet fate, he does. There’s a brief reflection of light as the glass sliding door to the living room of the house opens and closes once more, and Neil slowly pops his head up before giving you the go as well. Immediately, you resurface, both gasping for air, but grinning from ear to ear. Neil is panting, giving your thighs a quick squeeze before he pulls away from you, putting you back down.

“We need to leave,” he gasps. “Right now.”

It’s a daring escape, and as much as you try to stay quiet, both Neil and yourself start to giggle while you’re still getting out of the pool. Someone – most definitely the owner of the property – shouts and curses after you while you scramble to grab your things, and you almost get caught as Neil helps you climb over the wooden fence before you manage to dash off, hand in hand.

He pulls you along, and you can hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears, along with the pitter patter of your bare feet down the street and your breathless laughter. The heat quickly dries your skin, and you’re still grinning brightly as you reach Neil’s car that he parked a few streets away. Finally, finally, the two of you manage to catch your breath, and he reaches out to smooth his thumb over your jaw. A silent gesture of affection that he’s done a thousand times. But now, the context is a different one. For a moment, Neil is lost in your smile and your eyes, before he manages to catch himself, remembering how to speak.

“You know… we’re partners in crime now. Can I count on you to keep this between us?”

A breathy laugh is your answer, and now it’s your turn to bite your lip.

“I’m sure we can think of a few ways to keep each other’s mouths shut.”

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[lucyswinter]

neil lewis with a girlfriend who likes horror movies.•*+_🪓.-•*+📼~•._-*

pairing: neil lewis x girlfriend!reader

summary: you and neil disagree over what movie to choose for movie night…

genre: fluff

warnings: Neil kind of being an asshole

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(a/n): this is fully self indulgence hehe. im a huge fan of horror movies. enjoy!

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“Hey baby!” Neil called to you to you from across the small video store. He was re-shelving this weeks returned videos, and was currently putting tapes back in the surprisingly popular ‘vampire-erotica’ section.

“Mhm?” You turn around to look at him from the beat-up green couch towards the front of the store.

“Since it’s been a slow night at the shop, how do you feel about closing up early and heading back to my place for a movie night?” He suggested with a grin on his face. “Your choice?” He offered. You returned his grin excitedly.

“Yeah! That sounds great Neil! Let me close the register while you finish restocking and then we can head out.” You tell him, hopping up from the couch to lock the door and flip the sign hanging on the glass to ‘closed’.

“Oh and don’t forget to close the blinds!” Neil called to you again. You quickly pulled down the blinds and curtains from the top of the front windows, and then walk behind the counter and begin to work on counting up all of that days earnings.

Neil owned the store, Gumshoe video, and did most of the work, but he payed you and his buddies, Jonathan and Lucien, to help out and keep him company.

You quickly counted up the small bit of profit you had accumulated, added up the tips, and closed the register for the day. Neil walked over and slid into a stool on the opposite side of the front counter. You followed his eyes as he relaxed his arm onto the cold wood, and leaned his cheek onto his fist. Once he was comfortable, he met your gaze and gave you a goofy smile.

“Hey pretty girl.” He cooed softly, his goofy smile turning into a sappy grin.

“Hey Neil” You replied, giving him a small giggle in response, your cheeks turning pink at the praise.

“Whacha thinkin?” He lifted his head off of his fist and reached across the counter to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He pulled his hand back and placed the palm flat on the wooden surface.

“Hm?” You cocked your head slightly to the side.

“You ready to head back to my place now?” He asked, subtly reminding you of your plans. He smiled a little at your turned head. “For movie night?”

“Oh right” you laughed. “Let me just grab my bag- be right back!” You run to the back room of the shop where you melt most of your stuff during your shifts. You quickly snagged the handles of a black tote bag adorned with tens of hundreds of little pins, all with pictures of bands or movies on them. You ran back to Neil, slipping your tote up your right arm around your shoulder.

“Okay” you smiled. “I’m ready”

Neil lived in the apartment above Gumshoe, so the walk was fairly quick, but it did mean walking to the alley behind the store and climbing a few flights of stairs.

…

Once you had both managed to get up to his apartment and safely inside, you set your bag down on his small dining room table and then flopped down on the couch. Even on slow days at work, you still ended up exhausted once you were able to relax.

You could hear Neil setting down his keys and shuffling about his apartment behind you. It was a very open space, so the kitchen, living room, and front hall were all pretty much the same room, with the couch facing away from the kitchen. Moments later, Neil slid down next to you and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“So what movie do you want to watch tonight, lovely girl?” He hummed against your lips. You could feel his fingers brushing against your jawline.

“Hmm���how does watching The Human Centipede sound? Chill movie for a chill night?” You tell him, reaching up to give his brown hair a loving ruffle.

He chuckles at your words and pulls away from your lips. He shakes his head, giving you a disapproving laugh. You frown at his actions and lean back, waiting for him to calm down. He never took you seriously when it came to this horror stuff. You suspected that deep down he was a little insecure that it was because his sweet girlfriend lived for all the guts and gore, while he, a grown man, could barely stomach it. He noticed your face and stopped laughing, his lips still twisted into a soft smile.

“Sorry, love. I know you’re serious it’s just, it’s always so funny to me that my sweet girl is into such…fucky shit.” He tells you harshly, though you know he doesn’t mean it. He makes himself chuckle again.

“Neil” you mewl, a little hurt in your voice. “It is not ‘fucky shit’. It’s cinema.” You pout, a frown still stinging your lips.

His face immediately softens as he realizes his how harsh his words probably sounded, and his chuckles quickly subside. He takes your head in his hands, cradling you softly.

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings or anything. I know you’re into that kind of stuff, and I shouldn’t be so judgmental. Alright?” He apologized, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I love you”

You let out a sigh. “I love you too, Neil. And…yeah. I…guess it sort of is fucky shit, I just…I like that kind of stuff, you know? I think it’s cool and, and gnarly. But I- I get that it’s not for everybody.” He nods, giving you another kiss, this time on the lips.

“Let’s throw on The Human Centipede. Just promise to hold me if I get too spooked” he teases.

You jokingly roll your eyes “Fine…I guess….scaredy cat.” You giggle and lay your head on his shoulder.

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You did end up having to hold a scared and surprisingly jumpy Neil… multiple times throughout the course of the movie. Once you had finally finished and the credits rolled, Neil hesitantly unwrapped himself from around you.

“Maybe we um” he gulped quietly “Maybe we don’t watch that one again. For a while” he whispered to you.

“Oh, Neil sorry, was it too gross? We really could have picked something else if you wanted…” you began, a pang of guilt in your voice.

He was quick to interrupted. “No, no not at all baby! I’m glad you got to show me a movie you liked! I was harsh about it earlier, and that was my fault. Don’t sweat it, alright?” He assured you quickly, finishing with a nervous chuckle. You nodded, a smile creeping onto your face. “That’s my girl” he grinned.

“Next time we can just watch Sunset Boulevard or something instead. That one isn’t scary at all. Okay?” You tell him sweetly, still maybe attempting to comfort him.

“Sounds perfect, my love.” He replies, kissing your cheek.

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(a/n): dedicated to my friend who unfortunately doesn’t have tumblr, but lets me show her torture movies even though she hates them because she knows that no one else watches them with me😭 ily🫶

[darlingsfandom]

Inside of Neil Lewis' House 📼

[fuckmycrane]

Close Enough — Neil Lewis.

— CW: 18+, smut. Masturbation. Neil is a little pervert panties stealer. | word count: 1k. [Not proofread!]

— a/n: Thank you to everyone in the discord server who helped me, like I want to kiss you all religiously. I love Neil being a pervert, so I'll definetly will continue this legacy.

Best friends don’t do this, or at least that is what Neil thinks as he stares at the pair of dirty underwear in his hand.

His knee bounces anxiously, gulping and running his hands through his hair— everything about this is wrong, the reasoning behind his actions, the stealing, the straining bulge against slacks… everything is bad. 

A little voice inside his head rings like a broken record. 

“This isn't what best friends do”

Yet, the yearning is burning his skin, his soul, and the thought of having you so close to him in such a secret, borderline perverted way, works wonders to wash away the guilt, while his fingers pop open the button of his pants. 

He stands up, almost hesitantly. Kicking off his worn sneakers, he keeps your panties in his hand while the other struggles to drag down his pants and push them aside with his foot. He doesn't own a full-length mirror, but the small rectangular mirror in his dresser will work just fine. Neil stares at his reflection, and what does he see?

A whore.

The same feeling of guilt returns when he removes his blue checkered boxers, staring at his hard cock twitching against his flat abdomen. He is about to do... something… something. He slides your panties on slowly, testing the waters. They fit tight, and when he reaches his thighs the fabric is starting to stretch out. Struggling with his narrow hips, Neil exhales shakily pondering his actions once again. Best friends don’t do this— But he does. 

Your underwear fits tight, the elastic digs into the freckled skin of his hips and it comes to a point where he can differentiate his reflection from the porn magazines he had seen in the drug store near the video store. Neil’s fingers trace his abdomen and hook slightly at his belly button, the faint patch of hair guiding down his navel to the confines of your underwear. His cock is painfully visible, his leaky head peaks from below the cream fabric— he feels so dirty.

And so hot at the same time.

Neil bites his lips as his index finger traces the outline of his length, he lets himself savor the sensation, not sure when he will experience such pleasure again. His balls barely fit the pair, squeezing them upwards and leaving him breathless, his blue eyes stay glued to his reflection. 

He is aware that if he tries to move or stretch the fabric will probably rip, which would be difficult to explain— Getting rid of his shirt, he cups his crotch with his palm while his free hand reaches for his chest, pinching his rosy nipple causing him to thrust his hips forward. A soft pant cascades down his lips, erotic, perverted. Neil continues teasing himself for at least five more minutes until his abdomen is glistening with the constant precum leaking from his cock and smearing it all over himself with every twitch, until both of his nipples are so hard they hurt. Practically edging himself at this point, he rubs his length against the heel of his palm with a strained groan, closing his eyes and hanging his head. The sick pleasure he is experiencing from slutting himself out is too much to even allow the remorse to come back. His legs are wobbly and could give up at any second, but he doesn’t cease his movements, in fact, he speeds his rubbing, stopping for a brief moment to caress the pinkish tip with his thumb and hissing from the raw stimulation. Neil knows he won’t last long, and a reasonable thought would be to take these off, hide them, damn, even return them— but no— he is out of reasonable thoughts.

Desperately, he hooks both thumbs on the elastic and yanks your panties off his hip, ignoring the faint sound of the stitches tearing at his sides; His cock bounces slightly, urging a sigh of relief as he wraps his right hand around the base, and begins to slide it up and down vigorously. Your panties cup his balls, absorbing his sweat and no doubt, keeping the musky scent of his crotch. He is jerking off faster than usual as if he was trying to speed up the process, but he is just that needy and horny and… 

What would you think? 

What would you say?

Neil imagines you walking in, gasping, cursing. Asking him if he is that much of a sick pervert, and lowkey? He is. He wants you to call him names, laugh at him, mock him for acting like a bitch in heat at the mere sight of your dirty pair of underwear laying on top of the laundry basket, so tempting and alluring he couldn’t help but grab them and stuff them in his jeans pockets when you weren’t watching. He imagines you yelling at him to take them off and plugging the fabric inside his mouth to stop his sobs and apologies.

Bringing his hand to his mouth he spits on his palm, dragging the saliva up and down and moaning weakly at the feeling. He is cumming, he is so close, he is— Neil’s knees give up and he sits at the edge of his bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. His feet are shaking and his toes curl at the immense delight. The wet sound of his obscene jerking is embarrassing, making Neil blush and gasp, This is bad, this is so bad, this is so disrespectful to you, to your friendship— he can no longer see his naughty act in the mirror on the dresser, he can only see his face. Those parted lips, watery eyes, and flushed cheeks. Leaning one hand to support himself, he curls, just in time for his cock to twitch one last time and give up, orgasming for dear life. His fingers tighten around his throbbing dick, spurring and prolonging his climax, closing his eyes shut to not see the ropes and spurts of hot, sticky cum that stain his thighs, his abdomen, and your underwear.

Laying on his back, he stares at the ceiling, watching the fan go round and round while he catches his breath. Draping an arm over his face, Neil groans in frustration, biting his forearm and cursing himself because, once again, he succumbed to his dirty fantasies. 

How is he gonna face you now?

[fuckmycrane]

Simp/pervert!Neil specifically setting up "security" cameras around the store that are specifically angled to take downblouse footage of female customers?

18+ smut, perv!/stalker!Neil, hanjob.

Neil bbgirl.

You were by far his favorite customer.

He has seen it all. All types of panties, bras and it is always a blessing when he reviews the security footage after closing the store and he finds customers who didn't bothered to wear a bra or panties underneath their skirts or dresses.

But you... you were different. Not only your body was his favorite one to capture, but he also kept the footage labeled with little hearts inside his locked drawer inside the tiny, pathetic office. Gradually, Neil stopped focusing on your body and stared at your face instead. How you looked around the stacks of movies and TV shows, how your adorable tongue sticked out your parted lips as you pondered what tape will be the chosen one for the weekend... and those days when you don't wear a bra— Oh, those days? Neil combusts.

He likes to pause the footage in that moment when you raise your eyes from the VHS to meet the camera lens. It makes Neil think you are staring at him, watching him jerk off at the blurry video of you— doing something as normal as renting a movie. Neil constantly fantazies about you, how your lips would feel merging with his, how your breasts would feel being held by his trembling hands, and most importantly, how would your lips feel around his cock. There should be remorse running through his mind, but there is none. The desire is burning him alive and Neil knows that sooner or later he has to ask for your name. Just by thinking about your sweet voice brings him to the brink of an orgasm.

His hand speed up and he moans in response to his own ministrations. If you could only see what the kind shop owner does behind closed doors...

[fuckmycrane]

I was thinking about something… Maybe you could write a fic in which Neil wakes up embarrassed from a wet dream about the reader. He decides to get up and get some relief in the bathroom, but she ends up helping him with it instead.

I love your writing btw!

— CW: 18+, smut!. Handjob, blowjob, slight voyeurism/stalking, Neil being a whiny baby! (Not proofread!)

— a/n: I did this instead of paying attention to my class. I’m so happy to answer requests 💌.

Of course he forgot to close the bathroom door.

With a hand around his cock, Neil sits on the toilet, handing his head and biting his lips to keep his pathetic noises to the minimum. His blue checkered boxers stretch around his ankles, he simply couldn’t wait to get his hand around his dick.

His AC is broken and you were kind enough to let him sleep on your couch— and this is how Neil repays you?

To be fair, Neil had no idea his brain would evoke such a lewd dream about you although it makes total sense since he watched a porno by himself last week… and when the actress looked exactly like you. He knows he has to make it quick, so he fists himself faster, the slick sound of his precum and saliva— because Neil is incapable of jerking off without spitting on his dick— echoing through the small bathroom.

Neil whines, closing his eyes and hanging his head. He’s getting carried away, just like he always does when he masturbates. His ears aren’t unable to register more than his own lewd sounds and small, pathetic self-talk.

“You feel so g—good” He says under his breath, sliding his hand underneath his worn tee to pinch his nipples. His chest arches at the sensation, and he momentarily forgets where he is. “I love your pussy so much… fuckkk— so perfect, so pretty”

Dragging your bunny slippers across your apartment, you yawn and wrap the soft robe around your frame. Slow, groggy steps guide you to the bathroom, still too drowsy to gain total consciousness of your surroundings. Reaching the bathroom door, you notice it’s open, it is just a small crack but you recognize Neil’s messy hair— and the sound of your name. It is as if a bucket of cold water fell over your head. Your hand covers your mouth to silence the gasp of surprise that the image of your best friend seeking relief in your bathroom, in your apartment, moaning your name, probably thinking you are asleep. Standing next to the door, you know it’s wrong to violate his privacy like this… but, didn’t he violated your privacy first by doing such a filthy thing inside your house?

That makes sense. It totally does.

You admire how his breath hitches, and you are unable to peel your eyes off his cock. It’s so pretty, and he is so hard— you wonder what got him so riled up… it has to do something with you, obviously, since he is moaning your name in such a desperate manner. Clenching your thighs together, you find yourself helpless upon witnessing such a beautiful sigh; You wish it was your hand wrapped around him— shit even your mouth. You desire to be the one pinching his adorable, perky nipples making him shudder and moan.

Your hand cups your core, rubbing yourself against the heel of your hand, unquestionably soaking the thin material of your pajama shorts. Neil chokes a moan, squeezing the base of his cock to prolongue his orgasm as much as he can— inside his mind, you are on your knees, sucking his balls while your hands wander up and down his dick.

Yet— that creepy feeling of being watched washes over Neil, causing him to flutter his glassy eyes open. He meets your gaze, the prettiest set of eyes staring at him from the shelter that the hallway’s darkness provides. He gasps a dreadful, embarrassed sob, covering his crotch as much as possible. He is screwed, he is done.

There’s no point in hiding now. Your hands trembles as you open the door, facing Neil. His eyes are wide, he looks like a child being caught doing something he’s not supposed to— which is basically the nature of the situation. He calls your name hurriedly, shaking his head and apologizing profusely.

“Neil” His name is a ragged breath that your lungs exhale, your body feels on fire. Slowly, testing the waters, you kneel in front of him, gently removing his hands from his crotch, allowing him to stop you if he really wants to— but he doesn’t. He will never stop you.

“Oh my god—” He whines, thrusting his hips when your tongue lands on his swollen tip. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening—

You lower your head fitting as much of his cock as your throat allows you, and Neil realizes…

This is happening.

You never expected him to be the moaner type— but every little sound and curse he says makes the wetness pooling between your legs worse. His sounds are delightful, and when you pick up a faster pace, his moans grow louder. Neil wants to warn you, to tell you he is about to come, but it’s too much— the warmth of your mouth, the way you are sucking him so fucking good, how your hand sneaks and fondles with his balls— shit— he is releasing every single drop deep down your throat and he still can’t believe you are swallowing it all.

Panting, sweating, practically sobbing from the raw pleasure, his mouth feels drier than the remote Sierra Madre mountains featured in the Award winning movie The treasure of the Sierra Madre. He watches your every move, how you wipe your mouth, how your stand up and cup his face to kiss him— this is fucking happening.

He whispers your name, which draws a smile form your lips.

“Next time ask for help, dummy.”

[fuckmycrane]

Neil cums in his pants when he eats pussy!!!

That's today's statement.

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