#neil lewis x y/n smut

[floralcyanidee]

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ - ɴᴇɪʟ ʟᴇᴡɪs

Neil Lewis x AFAB!Reader (NSFW)

After a fateful game night between your two rival video stores, Neil proposes a new way of playing your favorite games. Will this new idea lead to something more than playful rivalry?

warnings: smut, face-riding, oral (f and m receiving), throat/ facefucking, cum swallowing, drinking, mentions of alcohol, strip poker/game

word count: 3632

author’s note: still shadowbanned on my main account yay /j but I'm so glad to have so much support and love on this new tumblr! thank you all for the follows and feedback. I didn't proofread some of this (but what's new), so if it flows weird I'm sorry >.< lol please enjoy!! I've had a few requests for Neil so (:

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“That’s it! You’ve got to be cheating.”

“I am not cheating, Neil. Jesus.”

“There’s just no way you’re better at this game than me.”

“There’s a lot that I’m better at than you.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jonathan pipes up, coming in between you and Neil, “Let’s calm down here, guys.”

You glare at Neil, tossing your cards back into the pile. You had been playing UNO. It was tradition for your two movie stores to play against one another every first weekend of every month. And tonight, the players dwindled down to you and Neil as per usual, to which you won the final game of the night. Neil was obviously not happy about it. But lately, Neil hasn’t been happy about a lot of things. You chalk it up to his breakup with Violet. A sick, twisted part of you was glad he and Violet had finally broken up. Not because you didn’t like Neil or anything- it was quite the opposite. You were rivals, of course, but the tension between you was unmatched and intense. Every time game night came around, that tension became even more taut and thicker. But it’s not like you could tell Neil or anyone else you like him. Absolutely not. It would ruin the healthy competition between Gumshoe and your video store. And it would make you look hypocritical, considering how much you lightly bully Neil, especially when he wore those weird costumes at work.

“Two out of three?” Neil crosses his arms, sitting back in his chair, eyebrows raised.

“I think I���m gonna turn in, actually,” you start collecting the cards, neatly stacking them before putting them back in their respective package.

Neil mumbles a defeated, “Fine.” 

As you get up from the poker table, Lucien gives you an apologetic look from the ragged old couch sitting adjacent to it. Jonathan urges Neil to get up and accept his loss for the month. Meanwhile, your best friend and coworker Nina is busy aimlessly walking around the store, taking in the interesting scenery of Gumshoe Video. She acts as if she’s never been in here before, taking in various movies and movie posters. You walk over to her, card games in hand.

“Ready to go?” you ask her, and she looks up at you, only for her eyes to advert behind you as she becomes visibly flustered.

You turn to see Jonathan helping Neil pack up the games, smiling at your best friend.

“Does someone have a crush?” you coo, and Nina shoves your shoulder playfully.

“Me? Have a crush? You’re delusional!” she throws her hands in the air dramatically as she walks toward the door, you trailing behind her.

Nina goes into a rant about how she’d never date a guy from this city, much less a guy from our rival video store. You glance behind your shoulder, saluting Lucien and Jonathan as you leave. Neil doesn’t look at you.

The next few weeks are relatively slow at your movie store. You wonder if Gumshoe is doing any better. Judging by the new and more dramatic costumes that Neil has come up with, you’d say the answer is probably no. When you and Nina occasionally stop in there to casually scope out the place, you make sure to make a witty comment about whatever getup Neil is in that day. It always came with a frown from him and a laugh from you. Lucien would just act like he didn’t hear anything, a knowing smirk on his face when you meet gazes. You’d glare at him until he eventually went to do something else. You and Lucien are pretty cool with each other, and he figured out how you feel about Neil pretty quickly. Lucien wasn’t stupid by any means. Jonathan was too busy stupidly flirting with Nina to notice how your stare would sometimes linger on Neil for too long. Nina knew, of course, but she didn’t care much. She always figured you and Neil had something going on whether you two knew it or not.

It’s nearing the end of the month, which means another game night soon. You hope Neil has gotten over whatever animosity he felt toward you for winning the last game. How he reacted was odd- he usually didn’t make such a fuss. Once again, you figure it has to do with his breakup. But then again, he’s been kind of grouchy even before the split and well after it so far. You’re in your office at your video store gathering the games you’re bringing, along with a bottle of alcohol to spice things up. Maybe Neil could loosen up a little. Nina knocks on the door as she walks in, ready to go.

“Got the stuff?” she asks.

“Yep,” you say, popping the ‘p’ as you turn out your office light.

The two of you begin walking to Gumshoe as the sun sets. Nina starts talking about something Jonathan said the last time you were at their video store, to which you roll your eyes. Definitely not a crush at all, you think to yourself. You arrive at the store, knocking on the glass as you wait for one of the boys to unlock the door. Neil approaches and opens the door, allowing you and Nina in. You walk over to the poker table, where Lucien and Jonathan are already seated.

“So tonight we’re gonna try something new,” Neil claps, rubbing his hands together as he grins deviously.

“And what’s that?” you wonder, sitting down the bottle of alcohol in the middle of the table.

“Strip poker,” Neil smirks, grabbing the bottle, “And this will definitely make it more interesting.”

“Strip poker?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, or, well, strip UNO and whatnot,” Neil shrugs.

“Uhh,” Lucien chuckles nervously, “I’m good. I’ll just be the moderator tonight.”

“Oh, come on, Luc,” you pout, “Don’t make me suffer alone.”

“You won’t be suffering alone. Jonathan and Nina will be here with you, right guys?”

Jonathan opens his mouth and then closes it, looking to Nina for her response.

“Uhh, sure. I guess. But I’m not getting naked, that’s for sure,” Nina scoffs, falling into a poker chair.

“Thank you,” you throw your head back in relief, sitting beside Nina. Neil sits across from you as Jonathan takes the seat to your right, already grabbing the bottle of alcohol from Nina and taking a swig.

“Let’s get this started.”

You run your hands through your hair. Tonight was going to be a long night.

“Any article of clothing counts, right?” Nina asks after the first round of 21 is completed, meaning everyone but Jonathan, who had won, had to take something off.

“Correct,” Neil answers.

“Cool. Take my shoe and shove it up your ass, then, Neil,” Nina pulls off her shoe, pushing it into Neil’s chest.

He rolls his eyes, “Whatever.”

You decide to remove a shoe, and Neil does the same, tossing it behind him. 

“Another round?” Jonathan asks, sipping the whiskey that he brought.

You thought about taking a swig yourself but decided to wait until it was absolutely needed. 

“Sure,” Neil drawls, reshuffling the cards before dealing them.

This time, you win, and everyone begrudgingly removes another shoe or a sock. Nina snatches the vodka bottle from the table, taking a large gulp of it before slamming it back down. 

“Gonna chicken out already?” Neil taunts, gathering the cards to shuffle once more.

“No,” Nina says pensively, “It’s just lame that everyone else has to be involved in your weirdly sexual revenge plot against my favorite coworker over losing a stupid game.”

“I’m your only coworker,” you glare at Nina.

“Exactly. Now, if I will dip if it comes down to me flashing you guys my tits. Unless this alcohol starts setting in soon, then we’ll see.”

You raise your almost empty first cup, “Cheers to that.”

“Let’s get back to the game,” Neil grumbles.

No one says anything about Nina’s comment. After two more rounds of 21, you’re without a sock and shoe on your right foot and a shoe missing on your left. Neil has no socks or shoes, while Nina is just shoeless. Jonathan already took one for the team and removed his shirt and his other shoe after everyone lost to Nina twice in a row. Lucien cheered and clapped dramatically when Jonathan stripped his shirt, Lucien snatching the shirt and whipping it around like a lasso. It’s the first time tonight you see Neil crack a smile. 

“How about we switch to a board game now? Something quick, of course,” Nina shrugs.

“Be my guest,” Neil says, and Nina chooses Connect 4.

“Jonathan and I can go first,” she grins wickedly.

“Good luck, dude. She’s a master at this game,” you warn Jonathan, who cracks his knuckles.

“Nothing I can’t handle. I beat Lucien at this all the time,” he says, and Lucien protests.

“Only because you cheat,” Lucien says matter-of-factly.

“Well, since you're the moderator, you can make sure I don’t, huh?” Jonathan bites back.

Neil cackles while Lucien purses his lips together into a line, wordlessly watching as Nina separates the color pieces.

After 3 rounds of Connect 4, Jonathan has won one and Nina the other. You beat Neil once already, and now it was time to see if he’d win or lose this final round. You’re nervous because if you lose, you have to remove a pretty vital item of clothing. It didn’t matter if it was pants, your shirt, or whatever- it would be embarrassing. You carefully calculate your moves, studying Neil’s determined and methodical facial expression. He catches you in a trap, letting his color piece fall on top of yours, blocking you from your final winning move.

“Fuck,” you seethe, dropping your head onto your arms.

“Fuck is right, my dear,” Neil slides the lever, letting all the pieces fall onto the table, “Now strip.”

You scowl, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra, pulling the straps over your arms, and tossing it to the floor. Neil watches, his eyebrows raised. Jonathan scoffs, and Lucien is distracted by the music video playing on TV. Nina laughs at Neil’s face.

“Neil, my guy, you look like a tomato,” Nina teases.

“Do not,” he protests childishly, gathering the colored pieces and putting them back into their little bag.

Jonathan checks his watch, “Shit. Gotta head to bed. Double shift tomorrow,” he frowns.

Lucien also checks his watch, “Yeah, I oughta go too. Early morning.”

Neil sighs, “Well, if you guys are up for it,” he motions to you and Nina, “I’ll still play.”

“I actually am getting sleepy, but I think Y/N is totally down to stay,” Nina volunteers you with a smile. 

You go to protest, but everyone is already heading out the door, leaving you with Neil.

“Well, shit. I guess it’s just you and I,” you scratch your neck.

“Yep,” Neil nods, pulling out UNO, “Wanna rematch?”

“Sure,” you chuckle, “But you can’t pout when I beat your ass again.”

You’re nearing the end of the first round, and your heart is starting to beat out of your chest. Both of you have one card left. And you’re going to have to remove your pants if you lose. You aren’t sure if you want to cross that line with Neil or not, but a game is a game. And you aren’t about to turn down your win streak and look like a fool. You draw a blue 9, to which Neil slams down his final card. A blue 5. 

“Noo,” you drawl, and Neil cheers.

You put your head down on the table in defeat.

“Time to-”

“Strip. Yeah, I know,” you sigh, lifting your head.

You reach down and hesitantly undo your pants, pulling them past your thighs and down your legs before kicking them away. Neil doesn’t look anywhere but your face as he shuffles the cards, his cheeks turning red. You nervously keep your legs closed, scooting closer to the table. 

In the next round, Neil loses, removing his shirt. His torso is slim yet fit for his size, and you can’t help but stare. Neil clears his throat, and you quickly look away. Now, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. It was way more intense than your usual tension. Especially since if you lose this next round, you’ll be showing something very revealing. Thankfully, Neil loses again, having to strip his pants this time. But it only makes you more anxious.

“We don’t have to continue if you don’t feel comfortable,” Neil says.

You shake your head, “I’m fine. I’m not pussying out.”

“Alright,” Neil puts his hands up.

You watch him unwaveringly as he shuffles the cards, distributing 7 for each of you. As the game progresses, you and Neil exchange increasingly heated glances. You catch yourself pressing your thighs together, biting your lip when you catch Neil staring at your nipples poking through your shirt. It’s time for the final draw, and to your horror, you lose again. Sighing, you begrudgingly grab the vodka and chug it. When you put the bottle down, you look at Neil, and he looks at you. Hesitantly, you grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. Neil keeps his eyes on yours, visibly trying not to look at your breasts. He clears his throat and shuffles the cards, focusing intently on them. Neil tosses the cards between the two of you, his eyes nervously flickering between your tits and the cards. Neil gathers his cards, neatly stacking them and putting them face down before standing up from his seat.

“I’ll, uh, be right back. Don’t look at my cards,” he says, his voice strained.

When he stands, you notice the painful bulge in his jeans, and the alcohol gives you a moment of bravery.

“Neil. Stay.”

Neil stops in his tracks, not turning to look at you, “Can’t.”

“Why is that? Never seen a pair of tits before?”

Neil rolls his eyes at your joke, turning back to you, “It’s not that. I just-”

You grab Neil’s hand, pulling him down harshly so his face is level enough with yours to kiss him.

“You’re not helping,” Neil whines after he pulls away, uncomfortably shifting around. 

“I mean, I could if you let me,” you say, biting your lip nervously, worried he’d reject you.

But maybe he won’t. Maybe he needs you badly enough that he won’t pass up your opportunity. You hope he doesn’t.

“Wouldn’t it be, I don’t know, weird?” Neil grimaces.

“Not if you don’t make it weird,” you say sassily, your hand now in his hair, gently pulling at his locks. 

“Fine,” Neil closes his eyes, exhaling shakily, “Let’s go to the couch.”

He walks over to the beat-up sofa, letting himself fall into the cushions. You get up from your chair, moving quickly to kneel on the floor in front of Neil. He stares down at you, gulping as you fumble with the fly of his jeans. You aren’t going to lie, you’ve been waiting for this moment for some time. Granted, it wasn’t here in the video store, but you’ll take what you can get. You pull Neil out from the confines of his pants and underwear, immediately marveling at his size and girth. He groans at the contact of your hand around him and spreads his thighs apart as you kitten lick his tip. You take Neil into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you slide your head down into his lap. Your nose touches his pelvis, his hair tickling it as you let him hit the back of your throat. Gagging around him momentarily, you take a deep breath and focus on the feeling of him filling you up.

“Just like that,” Neil praises, his fingers carding through your hair.

A swirl of your tongue sends his head lolling back on the couch, and he glances down through his lashes to watch you bob your head along his length. Your hands grip his thighs to hold him steady as you gain a rhythm, letting his hand guide your head back and forth. Neil’s hips stutter as he involuntarily thrusts into your mouth, and you gasp through your nose as you try not to gag. 

“Sorry,” Neil cringes, a moan leaving him immediately after you keep him deeper in your throat, letting it pulse around his head.

You stare into Neil’s intense blue eyes, now overtaken by his dilated pupils. Both of his hands are in your hair, gripping harshly as you move your head up and down even faster. Neil curses, hissing as you play with his balls with one of your hands, urging him closer to the edge. You can feel him twitching inside your mouth, letting you know he’s close. Suddenly, you pull off him.

“Fuck my throat,” you say breathlessly, jerking his wet cock with your hand as you wait for his answer.

“Are you sure?” Neil asks.

“Yes,” you say before putting him back into your mouth. 

When you let his tip hit the back of your throat again, Neil then pulls out, slamming back into your mouth with a strangled cry. Slowly, he starts finding a good pace, not thrusting enough to hurt you but enough for your throat to be sore tomorrow. Spit and precum are spilling out of the sides of your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks as you gag and moan around him. You wish you could see the situation from a different point of view just to see how Neil is wrecking you right now. 

“You like me fucking your face like this, sweetheart?” Neil grunts, his hands holding your face and wiping away your tears.

You attempt a nod but fail, letting out a hum of content instead. 

“Gonna cum in your pretty mouth,” Neil moans.

You let him continue fucking into your face until he twitches a final time, his cum shooting down your tongue and throat. You allow Neil to pull out of you, and you close your mouth to swallow his load. You open your mouth to show him it’s all gone, to which he lets out a weak groan.

“That’s hot. I didn’t know you could do that with that sassy mouth of yours.”

You shrug, “There’s lots of things I can do with it. Now, lay down.”

Neil obeys, scrambling to lie down on the couch. You stand up, peeling off your soaking underwear and moving it away with your toe. You climb above Neil, “Ever had anyone sit on your face?”

“No,” he exhales, shaking his head.

“Would you like to?”

Neil nods vigorously, and you move up enough to rest your foot on the couch's armrest and press your knee next to Neil’s head, spreading open enough for him to have plenty of access. He marvels at the sight of your arousal and the fact it was all for him. He reaches tentatively to your folds, spreading them further as you lower yourself to his face.

Neil then drags his tongue up your wet slit, avoiding your clit entirely as he gathers your slick. You whimper at the feeling of the contact of his warm tongue on you, your pussy sensitive from lack of touch and being incredibly turned on. Neil then flicks the tip of his tongue along your clit, circling and teasing it. You cry out, gripping the couch with one hand and his hair with the other. You buck your hips as he swirls his wet tongue around your cunt, lapping up everything you’re giving him. 

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” you moan, meeting Neil’s eyes below you.

Neil doesn’t respond but instead dips his tongue into your entrance, twisting it as he starts fucking you with it. Your grip on his hair tightens as you start rocking your hips on his tongue. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you seethe, feeling warmth spreading in your belly.

Neil replaces his tongue with two fingers, moving his focus back to your clit as he sucks on it, pounding his fingers into you. He finds your G spot relatively quickly, considering you nearly jump out of your skin when he rubs his fingertips against it. You’re a mess, sweating, moaning, and swiveling your hips shakily on Neil’s mouth and fingers. 

“I’m close,” you warn, the tight knot in your stomach threatening to come undone any moment.

Neil picks up his speed on flicking his tongue and harshly suckling your bundle of nerves, letting his teeth graze against it as he adds a third finger. He lets you fuck yourself on his fingers hard as he lets his teeth bite into your clit softly, sending you over the edge. Your body shakes, your legs nearly giving out on you as Neil guides you through your orgasm. He holds onto your hips, keeping you steady as you buck them wildly. When you slow down, panting, he removes his fingers and sucks off your juices from them.

“You’re a filthy little fucker,” you chuckle, running a hand through your hair as you dismount from Neil’s face.

Everything about Neil acting weird and ornery around you suddenly makes sense. From the sneaky glances during game nights to him occasionally stopping in your video store to snoop for no reason, it was all for you. Just like everything you did was all for him as well. 

“So who wins this round, hm?” he asks jokingly, wiping his face with the back of his arm.

“Truce?” you ask sweetly, moving to sit on Neil’s fully clothed thighs.

Neil sighs, a weak smile on his lips, “Sure.”

“Now take off your pants,” you urge, “It’s time for round two of this game.”

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[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.

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[your-nanas-house]

Be quick

(Credits to the owner @corodedcofin)

◇ Pairing: Perv Stepbrother!Neil Lewis X stepsister!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, pervy Neil, hanjob, dub-con but not really, indifference, age gap (both off age), shitty writing, curses

◇ Summary: Neil receiving a handjob on the sofa while his stepsister looks at her phone.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Been working on this things since weeks now... it's shit and I'm sorry. 🤷🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️

A small snort left Neil's lips, he was getting bored for the first time while watching one of the movies he usually liked to watch.

It had been a while since he broke up with Violet and he missed a bit... that thrill mixed with adrenaline. He certainly wasn't the Neil he once was, not even in the way he wished— especially when he thought at his step sister.

The young woman had been such a little tease lately.

The possibilities that she was it while Neil was in the relationship were pretty high but he was always too busy to actually notice and let his body react to it.... every day. Because it kept happening every single day since his eyes took her in, waking up his cock at the mere view of bit of skin.

He blamed it mostly on the lack of sex in his life and the urge of fisting his lenght to make time and stress go away.

Y/n, his mother's new boyfriend's daughter... aka his step-sister, was being a bother even though she was just sitting right besides him, her eyes locked on the phone rather than the TV.

His baby blue eyes couldn't stop wandering around her body, taking peeks at her cleavage and her short shorts she was wearing at home— and he was doing it again. Luckily they were all alone that day, no-one was around, so.... he could finally get what he craved so much.

The only issue that was stopping him from doing anything was the poor plan he had in mind... how could he start it all? he wondered silently.

A short mental battle and Neil shifted slightly closer, his face turned still towards the TV to pretend that he was watching the movie playing on it, as he spread slightly his thigh to brush it against Y/n's bare a couple of time to see if he received any reaction from her.

Receiving none he continued with the plan, taking her hand and placed it down on his lap casually, sending finally the message that he was trying to give her without murmuring it explicitly— he was so aroused, nearly thrilled... thrilled enough to twitch at the mere warmth of her hand.

Y/n not really, she was still cursing mentally for that drunk bet she had with him and her lost which causing her to fall in that absurd situation.

'That fucking perv' she thought while starting finally to move her hand, feeling his hard cock, pressing against his pajamas pants, with her little finger.

Her hand limited to only rub his thigh for the moment as she waited for him to lower his pants and free his lenght— her eyes never leaving the screen of her phone.

Neil glanced at her, his breath peaking up as he bit his bottom lip in anticipation too earger to actually move... just wanting her soft groomed hand to wrap around his thick long cock and lead the way to heaven.

She didn't even needed to glance in his direction to see what to do since her stepbrother's hand moved her own to wrap it around his leaking cock, allowing that way her eyes to stay glued to the screen.

His cock was hard, his skin soft and plesant to touch while his tip was of an angry red... as it let some pre-cum drip on her fingers as soon as she moved his foreskin.

"Oh fuck" Neil curses, biting harder his bottom lip as he watched her move her hand lazily, his hips jerking desperately up to meet her movements. The young girl had been able to give it just a couple of slow pumps before the older man wrapped his own big hand around her smaller one... so to guide her better and not allow her to tease him further.

His fingers intertwined with hers, his thumb caressed the back of her hand before he moved it off his cock, so that he could lean closer and spit on it as a lubricant to ease the handjob.

"Neil! You're fucking disgusting" Y/n cursed at his action, making a face at the odd feeling of his spit on the inside of her hand. He really was so gross sometimes.

"Fuck, say my name again" he breathed out overwhelmed by the situation, his hand guiding hers back around his lenght "Remember, squee—" he started, cursing softly as she interrupted him with her movements.

"Yes, yes... I know how you like it, now shut up" Y/n murmured, scrolling her phone while working his cock... her hand squeezing it teasingly while his rough action kept pleasuring him, her hand hitting his bases before moving fast back up to the tip... up and down, up.. and down.

His balls where already reacting, getting pulled up by the muscles as his breath got heavier, pathetic whines leaving his mouth.

"Don't stop, don't stop, fuck, Y/n!" Neil nearly cried, arching his back while fucking her hand faster, working on his balls with his own hand to reach faster his peak.

"Fucking hell, how much longer do you need?" Y/n's voice exclaimed making him shiver and whine while her other hand, which was previously holding her phone, slapped his hands away so that she could jerk him off faster and better... already without patience.

"Fucking pathetic" the younger woman murmured, cursing when his warm seed got shot... not only dirtying her hands but her face and top as well due to the bend over position she had been in.

"Neil!—"

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[saintmuses]

❝𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚❞

Pairing:

Soft!Dark!Neil Lewis x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary:

Neil had spent all night watching his girlfriend unintentionally flirted with Jonathan, and he couldn’t stand it.

Warning(s): SMUT. Non-con/Dub-con (at the end). Both POVs. P in V. Forced breeding kink. Jealous!Neil like he is irrational. Soft!Dark!Neil. Daddy kink (so sorry). Minors, dni! Note: the reader is coquette, but only in clothing aesthetic aspect because she is shy.

Word Count: 3.2k

When the store was finally locked and the street was quiet, Neil took her hand in his, making a beeline for his house.

They barely spoke as they walked. Every few minutes, he gave a suspicious glare at Y/N, but he was trying to hold in his anger.

Finally, they got to his place, and he dragged her inside with a firm grip. He was waiting for the right time to let out all of his emotions. 

And he might just do that tonight.

“Neil?” She questioned him. she eluded innocence, and it was in the way of how she talked or how she acted. Always blushing and always stuttering. It was what made him attracted to her, gorgeous girl in pretty baby doll dresses and milk maid tops with skirts or cute jeans. He was rarely angry with her which was why he knew she was profoundly confused by his behavior.

Neil didn't answer her question. Instead, he slammed the door behind them, and with one swift motion, pinned her against the wall in the foyer by the stairs.

He pressed his nose almost aggressively against hers, his eyes narrowing, his lips curling into a snarl. "I saw everything," he hissed. "You were getting too close with him, weren't you?"

All his insecurities and jealousy finally bubbled to the surface, making him feel angrier than he had ever been. He had felt like Jonathan was better looking than him. "Were you guys intimate with each other?"

“Never!” She gasped, looking into his eyes because he was so close to her face, with his nose pressing against hers. She was confused on why he would ask that. She never even had sex with anyone until she met Neil. 

"I don't believe you," Neil snapped at her. "You spent so much time with him, and you had so much in common. How am I supposed to believe you two were never intimate with each other?" He pointed out, accusation coated his tone as he curled his fingers into his palms, gritting his teeth. "I'm your boyfriend, not him," he spat. "And you better not forget that."

“Friends can have a lot of things in common and not be intimate!” She argued softly, eyes widening. Realizing he took a step back, she was able to move past him, down the hallway towards his bedroom.

He knew that was true, friends can have a lot of things in common, but he was beyond rational to think straight. Especially at his thought filled with his fear of losing her.

"Don't you walk away from me!" Neil shouted at her while grabbing her wrist and pulled her towards him. As she was in front of him, he immediately latched onto her waist, refusing to let her go, “look at me when I talk to you.” He hissed with a warning in his gaze, waiting until she was looking at him. “I know you two wanted to be intimate with each other. I can tell just by looking at him and that's what he wants." His grip was beginning to tighten around her waist, his icy eyes staring at her with pure rage.

Her eyes began to widen, him shouting at her with “don’t you walk away from me” and “look at me when I talk to you” had made her tremble slightly in sheer arousal and she didn’t know why it made her wet, but she wasn’t going to let him know at all. She wasn’t even afraid of him either. She didn’t say anything to him, but just staring up at him. Then she managed to slip from his grip and entered his bedroom.

Neil was taken aback when he suddenly felt her slip out of his grip. It was almost like a jolt of adrenaline because it only pissed him off more. He wasn't about to let her get away that easily.

He moved quickly, following her behind as he entered the bedroom and forcefully grabbed her by her waist, and dragged her back to face him. "Don't you ignore me," he said harshly.

His tone is making her thighs feel slightly slick as she grew aroused, it was a good thing he was too angry to see how wet she is from his actions and his tone.

“Stop,” she whispered, hoping he would calm down so she could stop feeling aroused. She did not understand why she felt aroused when he was acting like this.

"I'm not going to let this go, you hear me!?" Neil’s voice raised as if he couldn’t control himself. "You're with me, and no one else. Is that clear?"

His heart was racing, and his mind was on fire and filled with green ooze of jealousy. She was his and there was no way he would let her see other men, that included his friend.

He squeezed her waist even tighter, making her feel uncomfortable. "Look at me! Or do I need to do something to get your attention?"

“I can’t look at you,” she huffed slightly with a soft noise in her voice, looking away from him to the side.

Neil was frustrated; she just had to make things difficult for him, didn't she? "Don't you dare look away." He grabbed her chin with his fingers and forcefully turned her to face him. "What did I tell you? Look at me."

Her eyes hadn’t met his which only served him with increasing rage. His face contorted into a snarl, and the veins on his neck were prominent from how enraged he was. "Look into my eyes!"

“I can’t!” She burst out with a soft whine, refusing to look at him. In response, he settled for releasing her waist, then immediately grappling for her wrist instead.

"Why not?" He demanded, his grip on her wrist tightening even more as anger overwhelmed him. "Is it because I'm too scary and intimidating for you?” He asked, with a tone dripping with sarcasm. "Is it because you know you're guilty of wanting to be intimate with Jonathan?" He was so angry that he wanted to tear something apart. "Stop ignoring me and look at me!"

The biggest mistake was listening to him because when she looked at him and she was purely sopping wet. With a frustrated cry, her free hand latched onto his hand that wasn’t holding her wrist and dragged his fingers under her dress and into her underwear to feel her wetness to reveal how hot and bothered she was over his behavior. As soon she pushed his fingers and felt them touching her cunt, “daddy!” She cried out, and it was the first time she ever called him that.

Neil’s eyes darkened; his breath got caught in his throat as soon as he heard her say the word “daddy”.

All of the emotions vanished in that moment, his anger and jealousy were gone. His heart was pounding, his thoughts racing. He was still holding her by the wrist, and yet…he couldn’t feel any other emotion. 

He was just stunned. All he could see was her, and all he could feel was her cunt.

She mewled and began to rut her hips onto his hand. “Daddy, please.” She gasped, begging as her fingers tightened around his.

Neil inhaled sharply as he heard her desperate plea. It was as if he felt a switch go off in him. 

One second, he was wanting to argue with her, and the next he was completely taken over by this primal desire with a need to claim her. 

It was like she had activated some sort of animalistic instinct in him. 

“Daddy? You want daddy?” Neil asked in a breathless voice. His eyebrows were raised, his eyes darting back and forth between his wrist with the hand that disappeared into her dress and her face.

“Yes,” she nodded vigorously, eyes wide open in innocence and arousal.

Neil’s mind was clouded in lust. All of his thoughts were of this innocent and helplessly needy girl, calling him daddy. 

She was dripping with arousal, and all she wanted was him; the man that she loved. 

This was a dream come true to him.

He dropped her wrist that was still bounded in his hand, and ran his hand through her hair, looking deep into her eyes. "Call me that again."

“Daddy,” she said breathlessly.

Neil was completely consumed by desire, his mind racing, and his body trembling with excitement. He withdrew his fingers from her underwear. "Good girl."

He took her face in his hands and kissed her, pushing her against the wall and wrapping his arms around her. He was kissing her so passionately and aggressively, as if he needed a release, and she was the only one who could give it to him. 

The feeling was unlike anything he ever felt before. He wanted to consume her entirely.

“Oh,” she moaned into his devouring mouth.

Neil kept on kissing her, his hands running through her hair. He felt intoxicated by her scent, and her taste.

Her noises sent shivers down his body, driving his desire even higher. "You're so delicious." He sighed pathetically, he needed her, needed her more than anything in the entire world. He was obsessed with her.

“Daddy.” She mumbled inaudibly, reaching for his bulge through his jeans and gripping it desperately. He gasped into her mouth, huffing aggressively as he withdrew from her lips before picking her up and throwing her onto the bed.

Neil's primal instinct took over in that moment, and he was completely consumed by this sudden, violent lust. He kissed her even more fiercely, using his slim muscles to pin her down. 

He needed to taste her and touch her, to consume her. And she was the only one who could give him what he wanted. 

Her moans and whimpers sent shivers up his spine, his lust growing with every movement she made.

She gasped as he dragged her dress away from her body by the straps to reveal her bra and underwear, whimpering when he started to push down, rubbing his hard on against her bare stomach.

Neil's voice was raw and full of passion as he answered her moan, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "I love you. You're my good girl."

His lips pressed against her neck, his hands running through her hair. He was so intoxicated by the smell and taste of her. "I need you, baby."

His lips returned to her mouth, his tongue touching hers in the most intense kiss he'd ever experienced. "Call me daddy again,” he mumbled incoherently into her mouth.

“I love you too, daddy.”

Neil felt like his body was on fire, his emotions spinning out of control, and all he could do now was take her. "Good girl."

His jaw was straining the moment his tongue pressed deeper into her mouth, his lips devouring hers like he was starved. 

He kept on kissing her like he was trying to consume her. His hands were all over her body, caressing every single part of her skin.

He couldn’t think straight anymore. *"I need more.” His lust was growing with every second he spent touching her. He needed her. He wanted her.

She mewled when she felt him on her stomach, rubbing his bulge against her skin once again.

Neil felt like he was going crazy. He couldn’t handle the excitement any longer. 

He needed more. 

So, he maneuvered himself off her body and stood up from the bed and began to remove his clothes.

"Baby," Neil murmured the endearment softly, his voice dripping in excitement. He was staring right at her and her lips, her face, everything about her that made her perfect. 

His hands were already wrapping around her body as he returned to the bed, pulling her closer.

"Do you want me, baby?" He murmured the question as he got on top of her, straddling her hips.

She shuddered in pleasure when she felt his hot and heavy cock on top of her stomach, skin on skin. “Yes.” She moaned.

"Good girl."

That was all Neil could say at the moment. Any other words had failed him. He could think only of her, and her only.

Neil's hands ran through her hair as his body rubbed against hers, touching her in all the right places. His lips were kissing her all over, and he was taking his time in making sure she was feeling good.

He knew she loved the teasing, and he was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

She whimpered when he started grinding down on her stomach, feeling his thick cock dragging across her skin slightly as he pushed down his hips in a slight rocking motion.

Neil felt like he was in such a euphoric rush. He was completely consumed by the feeling of holding her in his arms, her body against his. She was his whole world right now, her every breath, her every heartbeat.

His kisses were gentle but firm and passionate. His hands were caressing her everywhere, but they were never too rough.

He was in love with her.

She whimpered when he touched her sensitive nipples, brushing his thumbs across them. Before releasing them so he could scoot backwards to get her dress and underwear off.

Neil's hands brushed against her body, and he was taking his time as his mouth was all over her neck, shoulders, and hands, and his hands kept running through her hair, caressing every inch of her. 

He was enjoying this so much that he was losing track of time. He didn't want this to end. He never wanted this to end. 

Neil was obsessed with this girl. His girl.

Then he finally placed himself between her legs, settling one of his arms next to her head and his other hand was sliding down between them.

Lifting her legs around his waist, “please daddy.” She begged quietly.

Neil's eyes widened at her words, and his breathing hitched in response. He wrapped his hand around his girth, aiming it at her pussy.

"Baby,” he cooed softly as his body was trembling in excitement. He was ready to take her. He took a sharp inhale, and then-

She’d let out a wail, in pleasure when he slammed his cock into her. Her hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, but she couldn’t.

Neil's eyes were filled with passion and lust. He was in a primal state, a state in which all he could feel and hear and see was her.

He started thrusting into her roughly. She moaned, and she felt her hands being grabbed by his and she felt relief. “Oh, daddy.” She breathed, feeling his cock dragging against her walls made her whine even louder. 

Neil huffed almost whiningly, feeling himself being consumed by lust. He couldn't hold back; he wanted her so badly. It was as if his blood was boiling with lust beyond his comprehension.

Neil's body was drenched in sweat, and his skin was flushed with a red tint. He was exhausted; exhausted from intense and relentless movements of pounding into her, feeling her tight pussy on his cock.

His heart was pounding, his lips were swollen, and his ears were ringing.

But he didn't want it to end. He wasn't done yet. He still wanted more.

He reached for her jaw with his fingers, and she gasped when he forced her mouth to open then she realized what he wanted her to do so she obeyed completely and closed her eyes in sheer pleasure when he’d spit in her mouth.

Neil was completely lost in a daze, his focus completely on her. In this moment, he felt unstoppable. 

He felt like nothing could stand in his way when it came to her. He was going to give her everything that she wanted, and he was going to do everything in his power to make her feel good. 

She was his, and no one was going to take her from him.

The pleasure of the climax finally washed over her, making her moan, and she could tell he was nearing his end as well due to the stuttering of his hips as his pace became irregular. Her lust-addled brain was clear when she realized he did not place a condom on his cock. “Neil, you-you need to pull out.” She whispered stammering, trying to push his torso away.

Neil was caught off-guard when she said that, breaking him from the haze he had been feeling for so long. He pulled away slightly, his breathing shaky and heart pounding out of his chest.

He stared into her eyes, panting slightly before shaking his head. "No." That was all he could say, his voice sounding hoarse and rough. "I'm not pulling out."

She looked at him with wide eyes as panic filled in her irises, “I’m not on birth control! You have to pull out before you could get me pregnant.”

"I don't care."

The words left Neil’s mouth before he even had time to think them through. He felt a sudden wave of lust and passion wash over him, and he couldn’t resist the feeling as he started slamming his hips into her, shoving his cock back and forth in her pussy.

Neil was completely and utterly lost in a daze, and all he could think about was her. He couldn’t think about consequences right now, he was just following his instincts. "I don’t care." He repeated again, his voice shaky but loud. "I'm going to give you a baby.”

She was shaking her head, “Neil.” She begged, trying to push his abdomen away, trying to stop him.

"No." Neil said harshly, refusing to be pushed away as he gave a brutal thrust. "You're mine, and I'm keeping you. You don't get to leave." He sounded desperate and forceful as he pushed his body back against hers. "No one is going to take you away from me."

Neil was no longer in his own control; he was consumed by his desire and lust.

She tried really hard to get him to pull out, but the battle was lost. She threw her head back as her hands were dragged above her head by him to prevent her from pushing him away. “Neil.” She all but whined when he started adding more force behind his thrusts .

She felt him deeply as he held her against the mattress. She couldn’t even try to wiggle if she could because he had a tight grip on her, holding her down as he took her.

Neil was so lost in himself that he didn't hear her, not until it was already too late. Her voice sounded so distant to him, a faint noise in the back of his head. He couldn't hear anything but his heart beating in his ears, pumping in and out.

He felt desperate, and his movement grew more aggressive with every second. He wasn't in control anymore; he wasn't in control of himself. His only thought was to let himself go.

"No one will ever touch you again." He spat. "You're mine."

Neil felt like his world was collapsing, all his desires and lust being suddenly sucked away by the feeling of pleasure. Time stood still in that moment, his body moving uncontrollably in the most intense and deep release he had ever felt. 

His voice became nothing to a hoarse, broken “fuck.”

#neil lewis x reader #neil lewis imagine #neil lewis x y/n #neil lewis x you #neil lewis smut #cillian murphy x reader #watching the detectives #neil lewis

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Masterlist (Cillianmesoftlyyy)

Last updated: 3/16/24

As requested, here yah go my lovelies! Series are indented separately to keep them together. One-shot stories are listed in numbered format. Requested fics have a "⭐️"

Neil Lewis:

The Gumshoe is a Girl's Best Friend (fluff)

Horror Movies (smut) Horror Movies Pt 1 Horror Movies Pt2

As You Wish (smut) As You Wish Pt 1 As You Wish Pt 2 ⭐️

Tommy Shelby:

In Love, in War (smut): In Love, in War Pt 1 In Love, in War Pt 2 In Love, in War Pt 3 In Love, in War Pt 4 In Love, in War Pt 5

At the Cabaret (smut): At the Cabaret Pt 1 At the Cabaret Pt 2 At the Cabaret Pt 3 At the Cabaret Pt 4 At the Cabaret Pt 5

Cillian Murphy:

Under the Weather (fluff)

Method Acting (smut)

So New (fluff)

Like a Good Neighbor... (smut)

Cut the Shit-delusion, Sweetheart (fluff)

Nerves (smut) ⭐️

Dr. Jonathan Crane:

The Experiment (smut + my first work) The Experiment Pt 1 The Experiment Pt 2 The Experiment Pt 3

I Can Fix That... (smut) I Can Fix That Pt 1 I Can Fix That Pt 2 I Can Fix That Pt 3

Jonathan Breech:

The Ward (smut) The Ward Pt 1 The Ward Pt 2 The Ward Pt 3

Tom (The Party 2017):

Sweet Revenge (smut)

Agent Lenny Miller (Anna 2019):

How About It, Agent Miller? (smut)

#cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #fanfiction #cillian x reader #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinders #cillian fluff #cillian fanfic #cillian x y/n #smut #neil lewis #watching the detectives #jackson rippner #on the edge 2001 #hot scarecrow #dr crane #johnathan crane #tommy shelby #peaky blinder fanfic

[differentclasss]

She's my Best Friend! Neil Lewis x Reader

warnings: smut and fem reader :)

a/n: requested by @mrkdvidal1989! thank you so much for the request and thank you for being patient! this was so much fun to write! just a little friends to lovers one shot. cross posted on ao3 0:)

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You met Neil Lewis when you still wore pigtails and he still had cartoon bandages on his scraped-up knees. If memory served, it was in Mrs. Jones's fourth-grade class when you met. The two of you were close as can be after that, a duo that was always hip to hip. You grew up with him practically, playing in each other's childhood houses and always being each other's partners in class projects when you shared the class. Compared to other friendships that faltered throughout the years, Neil and yours were unwavering. Throughout odd middle school phases and high school turmoils, you remained friends. It was a nice and comforting friendship. 

When high school came and went, you remained close. He opened up a video store called Gumshoe Video and you ended up near him. It was a little cute, to have a friendship that kept you so close to each other. You worked at the video store part-time once he had opened it. Still being at each other’s hips after all these years safe to say made some people assume you two were dating. Both of you would blush, you always assumed out of embarrassment, and then would quickly dismiss the idea. Waving your hand with a girlish smile, saying, “Oh no, we’re just real close.” Neil usually looked wildly uncomfortable in these situations. 

You didn’t know but Neil had been nursing a crush on you for as long as he could remember. It had been so long that he hardly remembered a time when he didn’t want to kiss you and say nothing but sweet things to you. As these types of stories usually go, however, he would rather die than tell you. It made him anxious to think about telling you and watch your face melt into a look of pity as you started to mumble apologies that you didn’t feel the same way because he was sure that was the only way it would go. Knowing he was too chicken shit to tell you these feelings he had for you, he went for the next best thing and dated girls that reminded him of you. It wasn’t to say he dated girls that were your doppelgangers, they all just had one or two features that were reminiscent of you. Maybe she would have the same hair color or maybe she would have the same taste in music as you, but it still didn’t make up for the fact that they weren’t you. These relationships never lasted long on the account that Neil hoped that one day you would turn to him and confess your love for him. So far that hasn't been the case. With all things considered though, Neil was happy you were his friend. Even if it was painful to know that as deeply as he wanted you, it just wouldn’t work out. He assumed you were interested in someone else or just didn’t feel the same way. He kept it hidden well, you were none the wiser.

You had your own feelings for him. These were so well hidden and repressed that you were pretty sure you could your whole life without him ever knowing. It was how it ought to be, you thought, if he knew everything would be different. There was no use in changing something that good and pure like your friendship with Neil. You choose to let your feelings for him pass you by and focus on other aspects of your life.

Working part-time at Gumshoe was very low-key for you, you would help a few customers, restock tapes and DVDs, and you were always at those themed nights Neil would throw. It was more like you poorly paid time to hang out with Neil. You would tease him and say he was practically paying you to hang out with him. You didn’t mind though, it was fun. You loved film just as much as Neil did, well, maybe a little less but the appreciation for film was there nonetheless. It was one of your favorite things to do when someone would come in asking for recommendations based on one of their favorites. 

On a slow Sunday afternoon, Neil and you were in the store together, you were leaning against the counter with your elbows propping you up as you flipped through a magazine and Neil was going through returned video tapes. The door opened with a ring and a guy you had not seen before walked in. You peeked your head up from the magazine and greeted him with the same spiel you did for all the customers. 

“Hi, welcome to Gumshoe Video.” You chirped. “Anything you’re looking for in particular today?”

“Yeah actually,” The young man responded, stepping towards the counter. “I’m looking for a movie like Requiem for a Dream.”

“Oh,” You hummed and straightened out your back as you thought for a moment. “Have you seen Trainspotting?” 

“I’ve heard of it,” He told you. “Never saw it before, though.”

You nodded and told him you were pretty sure the store had a copy of it. As you went to the aisle it should be in, he followed behind you. You made some small talk with him about films and whatnot as you searched for it. You learned his name was Jack and he had moved here not long ago. He even got a few laughs from you through some easy jokes. You thought he was nice, possibly flirting with you, and he looked alright. The video store normally brought in a very specific type of guy and this Jack character was nothing of the sort. You might’ve described him as charming if he wasn’t a customer. You just couldn’t entertain the idea of that as cute as he was. 

You listened to a few more of his little flirtations and teased him as you got his membership sorted and sent him on his way. He told you he’d be sure to tell you his thoughts on the movie next time he came in. After you had checked him out you went back to your magazine that was still sprawled out on the counter and looked to your right as you felt Neil's presence. 

“Flirting on company time?” He asked with a little irritated tone. 

“I see it as guaranteeing we get that tape back,” You said light-heartedly. “We only have one copy of that one.”

“That guy was a total ass,” Neil said and looked over at the television set that was quietly playing a movie he had already seen a dozen times. “I don’t know why you even entertained him with all that hair twirling and giggling.”

It didn’t occur to you that Neil could be jealous of a guy like that. He surely could’ve seen it was nothing but lighthearted conversation. You were starting to think he was acting strange. It made no sense to you why he was though, you just found the whole thing weird. 

“Well, I’ll let you know when we get a date set for the wedding.” You joked and Neil rolled his eyes. “He proposed to me in the aisle right next to our copy of The Shining. It was so very romantic.”

“Very funny.” He responded with some annoyance that you didn’t understand. 

“You can be the ring bearer if you’d like.” You offered one final joke and watched as he sighed and went to his office, leaving you a bit dumbfounded. 

What the hell was his problem?

The next few days you tried to pay no mind to Neil's moody behavior. He would scoff and sigh when you would even just help a male customer. It was starting to get on your nerves, you thought that maybe he was just nervous and that if you had a romantic suitor that would mean less time spent between you two. His behavior didn’t register to you as jealousy, you just figured he was anxious. In your mind, there was no green-eyed monster here. Just some weird guy thing, you figured. After all, you never would’ve expected Neil to have an inkling of romantic feelings for you. You had your own feelings for him, some that you constantly dismissed. It would ruin the dynamic and ruin a decade-long friendship. That was something you just weren’t willing to fuck up. No way. You instead had long decided to ignore these feelings and focus on others. Sometimes, as much as you resented this attraction, all you wanted to do was kiss him till both of your lips were puffy and sore. 

Neil was acting stranger and stranger, for him these feelings of attraction towards you were just boiling over now. He knew he was acting stupid and that he had no reason to be so full of disdain for guys who came into the video store and made you laugh. 

It wasn’t like you were his, as much as he wanted you to be. Instead of acting on these feelings, he chose to just be dismissive and cold to anyone who was flirting with you or even being friendly. He would sit and brood over you being friendly with customers. It was just such a slap in the face to him to watch you engage in a playful and flirtatious demeanor around other men. 

One night, a little past closing time, you had enough of his pouting. The two of you were cataloging the last of some new films that Neil had found at a garage sale in his office. It was painfully quiet between you two. You would glance up at him and he wouldn’t look up. As you went through a crate and checked a VHS tape for any water damage or cracks, Neil sighed and broke the silence.

“Any updates on how your guy liked Trainspotting?” Neil asked with a bit of a condescending tone.

“Oh, fuck off,” You snapped and quickly dropped the tape back into the box and looked at him in the eyes. “Why are you so bent out of shape over me interacting with customers? Would you rather me be a bitch to them?”

“I'm not.” He snapped back. The gears in his head started to turn as he searched for a proper excuse. “I just don’t think it’s professional, that’s all.” 

“Professional?” You repeated. “God, Neil, You’re being an ass.” You sighed and lifted your hands and then quickly brought them to your thighs with a pat that was followed by a defeated sigh.

“And the guys you flirt with aren’t?” He asked and looked back down at the crate. 

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered and started to walk out of the office. 

As you walked out and opened the door, Neil didn’t stop you, which made the whole thing much worse. You felt like you were losing your best friend with no reason why. In one last effort for him to grab you and tell you that he was sorry, you looked at him before you closed the door. You locked eyes and then he just shrugged and went back to the tapes. With your ego severely diminished you left Gumshoe and already started to worry about the next time you would return.

You avoided Neil like a bad TV movie for the next few days. Honestly, you didn’t know what was going on between you two. What used to be your safe friendship was suddenly falling apart right before your eyes. You couldn’t help but hate yourself for it, even though as far as you knew, Neil was just being a prick. Wherever this sudden bout of moodiness that Neil exerted came from you didn’t know, all you knew was that the friendship was treading into unfamiliar hostile territory. You grew wary of seeing him again on the account that it may turn into another argument, one you didn’t have the patience to withstand. It was childish, you only hoped Neil was aware of that as well. 

Neil waited for you to return to the video store, already having an apology in hand for when you walked in. That never came to fruition. He decided that the best thing to do would be to go to your house without a warning, just in case you decided to leave once you heard his call. On he went, armed with nothing but his words and his feeling of self-loathing for how he acted. You were right of course, he knew he was acting like an ass. He had no idea how he would make it up to you but he was determined. Neil nervously waited outside your small house with his hands in his pocket after he knocked. In a last-minute act of cowardice, he thought to ditch the whole idea and let your friendship figure itself out but he stayed steady once he heard your footsteps approach and the lock open. 

“Neil,” You said somewhat surprised, “What's up?” You looked awkward and tense. He was severely regretting coming without a call ahead.

“Uh, I thought I’d come over and apologize for… You know.” He explained.

“Right,” You nodded. “Come in.”

Neil had been inside your home many times, hell he even helped paint it when you first got it some years ago, but he felt weirdly uninvited as he stepped inside. It wasn’t any different from the last time he had come in, a mix-match of thrift store furniture and your turntable droning in the distance. It was how it always had been yet it felt so different. This all very well could have been psychosomatic on his end. You shut the door behind him and looked up at him curiously. 

“Listen, I know I’ve been acting like a total ass. I’m sorry.” He quickly spoke. “I don’t know why I was even so jealous over random customers and…”

“Jealous?” You asked, turning your head to the side. “Why would you be jealous?”

Neil’s entire face went pink and his eyes went wide. He started to mumble a few words about his poor choice of words. 

“Not like that… I just uh, you know, get nervous about you getting bored of me if you had a boyfriend.” It was a piss-poor excuse but it was all he could come up with. You didn’t say anything in return, just looking up at him with a face of confusion. 

“I wasn’t bored of you when I dated that one guy a few years ago.” You recounted. 

“Yeah, but that was years ago.” He sighed. “Things change and I just don’t want to lose you. Uh, or our friendship.”

“You don’t need to worry about that Neil,” You said and looked up at him with a bashful smile. “I’ll always make time for you.”

Neil looked around as he thought about what to say. He knew if he didn’t get to say what he wanted to, this whole situation would just happen again. You looked up at him as he looked around nervously and you sensed something more through his words. You lightly placed your hand on his and looked up at him.

“Neil…” You said softly, grabbing his attention. “What’s going on here? Is everything okay?”

“I just…” He stammered and then sighed. “I like you a lot and I hate to see you go for guys that are like that.”

“I can manage myself, Neil,” You said with a soft smile. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

You didn’t get what he had said, at least not how he wanted you to get it. He swallowed and cleared his throat.

“No, I know I just…” He trailed off and then gained his train of thought back. “I like you as more than just a friend. I’ve liked you like that since I was like… fifteen.”

To his horror, you didn't respond and you just looked up at him with a face he couldn’t read. He was sure he had screwed it all up now. You were just trying to process everything, it was like a dream come true and you had to make sure you weren’t asleep. Words failed you at the moment. 

“I… Yeah.” He awkwardly responded to your silence. “I can go now if you’d like.”

You grabbed hold of his wrist as he started to walk away, there was no way in hell you would let this chance go or just drop it. You felt the same way and you just had to communicate it. Why was it so hard? You knew you were just scared, scared that this could be a cruel joke or some sort of terrible prank. You tried to be brave and push those thoughts away, Neil wouldn’t do that to you. You remained anxious either way though. 

“No,” You said softly. “Please, stay.”

“I will.” He responded. “Just don’t drag it on, please, do you feel the same way?” 

“I do,” You nodded and felt him step closer to you. “I never… I never thought you liked me like this. I always thought you just saw me as a friend.” You admitted and he looked at you with a rush of relief. 

“You don’t know how happy that makes me, God…” He smiled and shook his head lightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You practically whispered.

You had told him you loved him before, like all friends do, but this was so much different than all those past lazy declarations of love. There were instances when you had left and just let it slip out, telling him, ‘Love you!’ As you left or parted ways. All those times before you had left out the ‘I’ which had never registered to you as strange till you heard yourself saying the phrase in full. It seemed much more intimate with that single-word inclusion. He must’ve noticed too because he brought you closer, his hands on your hips right above the hem of your jeans, and kissed you softly. You choked on your surprise and melted into it, feeling like everything at that moment was okay. One of his hands sneaked up to the nape of your neck as he guided you along with his kiss. 

“Is this okay?” He asked as he parted from the kiss.

“Yes, of course.” You nodded and chased after another kiss. 

The second kiss seemed to have a lot more passion behind it and way more intent too. You couldn’t help but want this moment to go on forever or at least for as long as it could go on. The whole place was quiet except for your and Neil’s breathing and the little moans of appreciation that would escape your lips from time to time. Neil's hand slipped under your t-shirt and snaked its way to your spine. Feeling his skin on yours made you shiver. You had wanted this for so long and it was finally happening. Your body was pressed against his and you could feel yourself already getting worked up over the small amount of contact. You pulled back with puffy lips coated in saliva and blinked a few times. 

“I can’t believe you feel the same way.” You said in awe. “I wanted this for so long.”

“Me too.” He responded shakily. “I wanted so much with you for a long time.”

“Like what?” You asked innocently, despite already knowing what he wanted based on what was poking you. He laughed breathlessly. 

“You’re such a tease.” He chuckled and brought you in for another kiss.

Words weren’t needed for a while, you had kissed each other and explored over the shirt for a while. Eventually, both of you were so worked up that you stumbled to your room in between kisses and praises. You sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him as he stood above you, looking at you with total adoration. He held his hand on the bottom of your chin and smiled, it was pretty obvious he couldn’t believe this was happening either. He sat down beside you and kissed you again, you climbed on top of his lap and settled yourself there. As you straddled him, your hips rocked against him, causing him to curse and hold your hips tightly. You playfully rolled your hips again causing him to struggle out a laugh as he tried to compose himself. He roughly kissed your neck and pulled you underneath him, keeping you pushed flat against the mattress. You groaned and exhaled while looking up at him, feeling a sense of excitement for what was to come. 

With the both of you so worked up, it amazed you that your clothing was still on. You grasped at his shirt and tugged it off of him and he returned the favor. Soon both of you were in nothing but your undergarments, seeing him without his clothes on made you blush. You could hardly concentrate on anything else as he kneaded your breast with his hand, making you whimper slightly. 

“Perfect,” He mumbled. “You’re so perfect.”

You moaned out his name and lifted your hips to his, desperate for some sort of friction. You could’ve cried you were so needy already. He hardly touched you and you were this worked up. He slipped one of his hands into your panties and dragged his finger down your slit, feeling how wet you were as his other hand worked on your tit.

“Neil,” You breathlessly responded. “Feels good…”

He seemed pleased to already see you so ready and adoring. He was finally getting what he had got off to for years, it was so much better in person. All of his masturbatory fantasies were nothing compared to this. Feeling you hot under his hands and how you called his name could’ve made him come right there. He held off, focusing on your pleasure more than anything. With a few more circles around your clit and kisses to your neck, he listened as your moans became more struggled and as your body twitched underneath him. He looked up at you as you came because of his fingers.

“I could’ve been doing this ages ago,” He softly purred. “I always wanted to make you come like that.”

“Jesus, Neil…” You said after you had caught your breath. “I need you.”

“I’m right here,” He said softly as he kissed your mouth again and slipped your panties fully off and his boxers down much to your delight. 

He didn’t take long lining himself up with your hips. He slowly entered you, wanting to take his time with it. Your moans and his moans created a soft erotic scene. His hands grabbed your hips as he pulled you closer, wanting there to be limited space between you two. His movements were slow and sweet, hitting you just right every time. He stretched you out beautifully like your body was made just for him. When you scratched at his back, he couldn’t help but let his thrusts grow a bit quicker. You kissed him wherever possible as he fucked you, the kisses growing sloppier and sloppier with every thrust. You were going to come again soon, already feeling that warm sensation growing again. 

“I’m gonna come.” You warned him in a whisper. 

“Me too.” He grunted into your ear. 

Neil started fucking you much faster than before, making you cry out. Your hands moved to grab any part of him you could. As you felt his cock go in and out of you, you grew hot all over. You couldn’t help but cry out and feel like your body was out of your control. 

Neil took one of his hands from your hips and brought it to your clit, causing you to hiss in response as your orgasm approached for the second time. You dropped your head back and came with a rush of moans and curses eliciting from your lips. As you clenched around him, he came too. You felt him come inside, too turned around to care, and watched as his jaw went slack and he panted. His movements slowed as he pumped himself into you, breathing heavily as he came down. 

You both lay in your bed afterward, bodies sweaty and intertwined. You did not worry about the consequences this could bring, all that mattered was that you finally had him. After a long time of not knowing and the anxiety your mutual crush had brought, you were finally together. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing you both wasted so much time not doing what you both had wanted in fear that one of you didn’t feel the same way. You tried to not think about the time that had passed, instead focusing on the current time. Neil was lying beside you, his eyes heavy with sleep, and for that moment, you were all that filled his thoughts. 

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thank you for reading!

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[eliohsv]

KINKTOBER IS HERE WHERE ARE THE SLUTTIEST MOST FILTHY CILLIAN MURPHY FICS I'M READY

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[firemenenthusiast]

neil lewis is so cute such little pretty pathetic pinky twirly princess baby girl who looks like he’s on the verge of crying and he actually might anytime at the slightest inconvenience

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[babyvixen27]

Stranger Danger / PART 2 18+ minor DNI

Incel Neil! x Bimbo Reader!

One too many drinks fill your pretty head, leaving no room for rational thought and Neil is there to pick up the slack .

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, DARK CONTENT! Misogynistic language and behaviour, hateful, face slapping, dacryphilia, non con deepthroat, degradation, GRAPHIC, straight up bullying lol Neil x reader.

May do a third part? If anyone's interested 🤍

“Shh it’s alright baby” Neil laughed, “We’re just gonna have a little fun.” 

For another half second, your eyes watched him move toward you, vaguely picturing those discovery channel documentaries where the predator stalks its prey before launching. Another heavy footstep sent your body into autopilot, sprinting to the back door. However, the room seemed to move with you, and by the time you locked in on the handle, a rough handful of your hair sent you tumbling back onto the floor. The impact knocked the wind out of you with a heavy grunt and Neil took the momentary daze to straddle your hips, pinning your wrists over your head. 

You struggled for a bit, tears flowing endlessly, leaving mascara tracks down your puffy cheeks. “Le’me go you fucking perv’” you cried, you didn’t understand why he was doing this, you barely even remembered the car ride. “Don’ act like you don’t like it” He spit, nails digging into the soft skin of your wrists. “Walking around like this…” one of his hands took both of yours while the other trailed its way down your neck and chest. “Don’ act like this isn’t exactly what’ya want. A good mean hard fuck to put ya sleep”. 

His breath trembled when he pulled the neckline of your dress and your tits bounced out. For a second he only gawked down at you, now that is a good pair of tits. You were nothing like the occasional hookup he indulged in, more like the girls he jerked off to every night, eyes widening impossibly more when his hand reached up to cup one and a pathetic whimper spilled from your plush lips. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He breathed, as you thrashed under him, squealing when he pinched your nipple painfully. “Please don’t hurt me, please I'm sorry! Do you want money? I’ll do anything” you begged frantically, watching in horror as he dipped down to take your nipple into his mouth, feeling the vibrations of the low groan he let out when his eyes rolled back and he gave a hard suck. 

You sobbed, turning your head to avoid the terrible yet erotic sight. You wished you could turn off your senses entirely, trying to ignore his high-pitched whines and grinding on your hip. Neil was in heaven, he could suck on your tits forever but after a couple minutes decided that he wanted to put them to good use instead . Ignoring your cries and pleading, he crawled back up your body, sitting on your chest so that his crotch was resting in the valley of your breasts. “-what are you doing?” You mumbled, lip trembling as the sound of a zipper by your face had your eyes dropping from his cold grin to his zipper. 

“What do you think stupid girl?” He snickered, “do I have to go step by step with you for everything?” Rolling his eyes, he hissed when the cold air hit his dick, it was painfully hard and the heat of it was uncomfortable when it slapped down on your chest. “You’re gonna get my dick nice and wet and then i’m going to fuck these fat tits” 

Immediately, you began to shake your head, newfound strength pushing you to create distance. However, the alcohol running through your veins weighed you down more than he did, and a sharp slap to your cheek made your head jerk to the side, making you see stars.". Neil’s big hand gripped your jaw, turning your face to meet his. He was inches away from you, and your breaths intermingled as your eyes regained focus." He was so slanky, you thought, you never imagined a guy like him had this in him. Or maybe you just never noticed, living in the perfect bubble curated for you your whole life. Such pretty eyes, plump lips, warm brown curls tucked behind his ears in an awkward cut and a Super Mario T-shirt… you almost giggled out loud when your foggy brain concluded he kind of looked like a girl. 

“Who are you? Why’re you doing this?” You slurred, feeling his lips ghost over yours. “I’m just your uber driver and I'm getting my payment for getting you home safe” He mocked, connecting his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. You froze, until a warning squeeze around your neck had you trying to match his rhythm. He was eager, sloppy, all too difficult to keep up with. Eventually, you just let your lips part for a wet open mouthed kiss. Your tongue gliding along his, his heavy groans filling the space between sticky smacks and the dirtiness of it all made your cheeks heat up. 

He pulled away, both of you catching your breaths, lips slick and puffy. Neil moved to mouth at your neck, licking a long stripe up to your ear and though the tears never stopped, you felt a familiar pulse between your thighs. It made you feel disgusting, how could you enjoy something so awful? You almost wished it was painful, or inexperienced or even just for him to be ugly! but a hard suck on a little sweet spot pulled a squeal from you. “I hate sluts like you” he murmured, straightening up and adjusting so that his cock sat on your cheek, slapping it against your lips. “Open up”. Shaking your head, you begged “please-” and Neil took the opportunity to push past your parted lips. “No teeth or I’ll ream your little ass, you hear me?” He threatened, though it comes out stuttered when he looks down and gets a good look at your messy face.

You immediately start to panic but the small rational part of your brain urges you to force it down. You’ve done this countless times, taken much bigger, and so you relax your throat and let the head of his dick slide in.

“Fuck!” his hands fling to either side of your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair as his whole length disappears down your throat. For a second, he has to shut his eyes, breathing heavy so as to not cum too soon and spoil the fun. He’s so deep, position leaving no room to actually pound so he settles for humping your face tight, throat glucking with every movement. “Look s’ pretty like this” He pants, staring down at you, giving you a small slap when you try to close your eyes. It was torture, having to keep eye contact with him, watching his features contort from the pleasure he was taking from your body. 

When he was satisfied he jerked back, a thick glob of drool connecting your tongue to the tip of his dick before he scooped it up and moved back down to your tits. He positioned himself between them, grabbing one in each hand and pushing them together to engulf him before he began thrusting. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, stick your fucking tongue out and look at m- yeah thats it, good- FUCK” Neil could barely get his thoughts in order, here you were, a girl so desperately out of his league his entire life, at his mercy. 

You had stopped crying, body limp in a trance while you waited for it to end. He would cum and leave and you would shower and go to bed and tomorrow would be a new day. “Oh my god you’re gonna make m’cum bitch” He warned, panting with each thrust, until his hips stilled with a long whine and you felt hot spurts of cum paint your chest, trailing down your collar bones and landing on your tongue and cheek. 

It was over, a wave of relief running over you. He got what he wanted.

..Maybe it was your fault for showing your relief so openly but when Neil’s breath finally settled and you noticed that his cock wasn’t softening, his cruel laugh sent chills down your spine.

 “You didn’t think  I was done did you? We haven't even made it to the bed yet”.

#smut #neil lewis #neil lewis smut #tw noncon #watching the detectives #cillian murphy #cillian smut #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis x y/n #incel behavior

[hotchsofficialwifey]

hey guys! can my cillian lovers request some fanfic ideas for me? fluff, angst, smut, idc, I wanna write but writers block is killing me 😓 please send all your requests!!

(btw I’m new to fanfiction so it might not be great, sorry in advance I’m trying)

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[ya-secret-diary]

Characters I'm willing to play:

Cillian Murphy's world

Cillian Murphy (any era)

Jackson Rippner

Jonathan Crane

Emmett

Thomas Shelby

Raymond Leon

Darren (Pig)

Robert Fischer

Neil Lewis

Patricia 'Kitten' Braden

Shivering Soldier

Davin McDerby

William Killick

Jonathan Breech

Mike Kiernan

Agent Buchanan

Emma Skillpa

John Skillpa

Damien

J. Robert Oppenheimer

Lenny Miller

#cillian murphy #cillian x reader #cillian x y/n #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x oc #roleplay #neil lewis x you #raymond leon x you #thomas shelby x you #jackson rippner x you #etc.

[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?

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[your-nanas-house]

Broken stove

◇ Pairing: Step brother!Neil Lewis X Step sister!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, dub-con, shared bed, pervy Neil, (different parents), shitty writing ('m sorry)

◇ Summary: The stove is broken and Y/n finds herself in her bed with Neil.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I honestly didn't like it at all...I could have wrote it better so I apologies, babies.

The room was cold, Y/n could almost see her warm breath just like in the living room but luckily for her, she was located in the room that held the heat the most in the house.

She had been under the covers for several hours now, she had distracted herself by watching movies on her laptop as she was still not sleepy and then ended up still awake after midnight.

It was time for her to try and rest a bit though, so she moved out of the covers, shivering to put the pink laptop on her nightstand. Exactly as she went back under her several blankets a soft knock at her wooden door caught her attention— her mother and stepfather were out of town so the only one in the room were her and her new stepbrother Neil.

He actually was the reason because they were in that situation, in the cold, freezing alone— Y/n knew she shouldn't have let Neil try to fix the stove and boiler, she would have called someone else.

The knocking came again, bringing Y/n out of her thoughts and peace of mind for the second time; the door opened slowly and her stepbrother's face appeared as he looked inside to see if she was awake

"What do you want, Neil?" She murmured still pissed at him and in a bit of annoyed tone since she didn't liked to have people in her room

"I'm freezing in my room" he replied quickly as he entered the bedroom and closed carefully the door as he approached her bed, earning a loud scoff from her

"And? Not my problem— you are the one that caused this mess." Y/n replied, frowing more when she saw him climb on the bed with her.

It wasn't a very large bed, she'd had one since she was a child and hadn't wanted to change it yet now that she was a young adult. The fact is that it wasn't a bed where two grown people could be comfortable in— thing that Y/n noticed immediately as Neil snuck under the covers with her, pushing her as he settled himself.

Her attempts to throw him out of her room or just kick him off the bed were not successful at all, so she just huffed making him some space as she complained

"That's all your fault, I swear if you snore I will kick you off the bed for real".

Neil just snuggled slightly, spooning her body in an attempt to warm himself

'Oh shut up, if you didn't wanted it you wouldn't have asked me to "repare" that thing for you' he though as he moved slightly closer, his arm resting on her hip.

Silence fell on the room, only a sliver of light coming through the window as Y/n had given up on arguing with Neil and was trying to sleep, eyes closed and regular breath— she was falling asleep.

"Are you already asleep?" Neil's voice interrupted her, making her open her eyes again.

Y/n didn't replied, listening to his rambling about some movies they could watch since he couldn't sleep, in an attempt to go back to sleep.

There was just something that kept pocking her from behind, that became more noticeable as soon as Neil stopped talking and the silent appeared again. Y/n was frozen in the little spoon position, fully concentrated to what she was feeling— that's when she noticed the light movement of Neil's hips and his increasing of breath.

She glanced slowly at him over her shoulder, trying to see through the dark— Neil's face was blushed, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open as he kept his movements of his hips. That's when Y/n realised that he was grinding against her ass, in a search of a release like a perv.

Her body jerked quickly in an attempt to get away from him "What are you doing, perv!" squeals worried as his hands grabbed her hips to press her back in place, his hips pressed flat against her back as his boner kept rubbing between her asscheeks "God, Y/n—" Neil moaned.

Y/n's eyes were wide not, she kept breathing quickly as she tried to not let the coming arousal get her but with Neil's hard cock against her and his big hand on her tits— well, it was quite difficult.

After all they weren't related by blood, her mom met his dad just a couple of months ago.

Neil started to nibble at her neck, grinding faster before moving her panties to the side, checking how wet she was and nearly cumming in his own pants— Y/n was wet, so wet, and almost ready to take anything her stepbrother would give to her, while her fingers kept massaging quickly her clit.

Neil's cock's tip pressed against her entrance and with a smooth but quick motion he thrusted inside of her

"Neil, you can't—" Y/n tried to say, interrupting her sentence with a pinched squeal caused by her stepbrother actions— which made him release immediately inside of her when she came and clenched around him for dear life.

They both breathed heavily, Neil's soft cock stayed inside of her as he moved closer, snuggling in her in search of affection and care "oh Y/n—" he murmured as she stared at the dark wall, letting him sleep there.

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[saintmuses]

❝𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨❞

Pairing:

Neil Lewis x Best Friend!Reader

Summary:

Neil’s best friend picked up the phone to send one little risky photo to him thus having a night he would never forget.

Warning(s): Soft SMUT. Best friends to lovers. Sexting leading to FaceTiming. Neil touching himself. Mutual pining. Text conversations are in Italics. Minors, DNI! Note: In the movie they did not have iPhones yet, but pretend they did since I like the aesthetic of early 2000s in that movie!

Word Count: 1k

Neil was lying in bed, scrolling through his phone, when a text notification slid down from the top in a banner style. He opened the message, barely paying attention to the contact’s name in the notification banner while being curious about who might be reaching out to him this late at night. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Y/N’s name.

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His breathing hitched after he pressed on the name to reveal a photo of her in a white tank top that was tight across her breasts, showing erected nipples through the fabric. She had used a lighting setting to illuminate her breasts when taking a photo while it was dark surrounding her shoulders.

Neil paused for a moment as he stared at the photo of Y/N’s tight white tank top hugging her body beautifully. While still viewing the attachment, he could feel himself hardening underneath his pajamas.

He was now certain that she wanted his attention and was willing to cross a boundary and give him a sneak peek of what could be if she was with him.

He took a breath and decided that he should get her exactly what she wanted — his undivided attention.

Before responding he checked the time at the corner of the screen. 

01:47

He typed a message into the box and sent it to her as fast as he could with his teeth biting down his bottom lip.

“So…you’re awake? I was just about to go to sleep, but something about that photo of you has me too excited to rest. Can I see more?”

Neil nearly dropped his phone when he received the second picture from her. The photo was such a tease, and it was the perfect amount of suggestive. She dragged her tank top slightly until the edge caught onto the sensitive peak, only showing him a sliver of her areola peeking out of tank top. She was giving him just a small taste of what she could give him.

Along with the message in blue chat bubble. 

“Yeah…I couldn’t sleep.”

Fuck. He whined slightly at how delicious the photo was that he had to move one of his hands from his phone, sliding underneath the fabric of his pajamas and boxers to touch his dick to ease himself. His fingers rubbed against the hot flesh while his heart was practically pounding out of his chest as he responded with another text message with other hand.

“Can’t sleep…You’re just teasing me, aren’t you?”

Neil’s entire body was tingling when he received the third picture instead of a response which still is a confirmation, which made him feel like he was being driven crazy by Y/N. In the photo, she had removed her tank top and one of her bare breasts was exposed. Her other hand was grabbing the flesh, teasingly hiding her nipple from the camera. Inhaling sharply, he curled his fingers around and gripped his dick firmly before sliding up and down lazily.

Neil was breathing heavily as he typed up his next message in the box.

“Now I’m just desperate to see more.”

A bubble popped up momentarily before it disappeared, then a message appeared on the screen.

“I won’t send any more until you tell me how you feel about it, about me.”

Neil’s lips twitched nervously as he paused for a beat to breathe and focus on his thoughts. This was serious because she was playing with fire. She was asking to know what kind of thoughts Neil had for her, but this was no ordinary situation. This was something that Neil had kept hidden for a long time. They’ve known each other since they were teenagers, of course she was his long-time crush, his dream girl, and he had always wanted her, but he was…absolutely sure that she did not reciprocate the feelings.

Now it was happening in that little screen he had in his hand, the lines were already crossed since the moment she sent him a picture. 

He tightened his fingers around himself, torturing himself as he groaned slightly before removing his hand since they were entering a serious subject which focused on their feelings.

“Before I continue, I want to make sure you understand that there’s no going back for either of us. I want this, and you want this.”

She responded back with a message instantly.

“Not going back is my goal.”

She was being cheeky, of that Neil could tell as he bit down his bottom lip, holding back a chuckle, but his lips curled into a soft smile before taking another deep breath and started typing.

“You make me crazy, Y/N. My hormones get the best of me whenever I see you. I’m extremely horny for you, trying so hard to hide it. I touch myself every night while dreaming of having you. I want you to be completely and utterly mine, and for that to never change. Do you understand? Do you see how crazy this is? Do you see how crazy I am for you?”

He read his message prior to sending it, sealing the fate of his own.

After a few minutes, a bubble popped up on the screen before it disappeared again leaving him in a state of anxiety, thinking he may have gone too far with what he had said because he felt like he did not hold back. However, he held his breath when the bubble popped up again before there was a message appearing on the screen.

“Do you want to FaceTime?”

Neil’s heart soared at her sudden request. He could tell it was such a tentative request, however, she clearly knew he was just as turned on as she was. 

“Yes, please.” Neil typed rapidly.

Neil took another beat to compose himself when the screen reflected an upcoming FaceTime call with her contact’s name on top of it. He pressed the green icon to confirm the video call.

Neil had lost the ability to speak as the screen immediately revealed her sweet face to him, and her lips broke out into a breathtaking smile. She was gorgeous, completely, and utterly flawless. All he felt in this moment was that he needed her.

“Hi,” she giggled.

He swallowed thickly. “Hi,” Neil uttered softly, his voice breaking at the sight of her.

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[cillianmesoftlyyy]

As You Wish Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary| Neil, still thinking about the other day, invites y/n to Gumshoe Video's movie night. The theme (besides vampires) is the 1960s and so she dresses for the part. And like any good vampire thriller- only the good stuff happens after dark...

Warnings| age gap- reader (19) Neil Lewis (27), cursing, kissing, groping, teasing, unprotected sex, penetration, no fore-play.

word count: 4261K

Midnight City- M83 🎶

Our Swords- Band of Horses 🎵

Shout out to the lovely reader who requested a part 2! This is for you!

Please read warnings and continue at your own discretion, thanks!

She can hear the chatter from outside as rain plasters the wide display windows. She stops outside Gumshoe Video and peeks her head inside, sparing her hairdo from the storm outside. Her hair was pinned into a half-beehive and curled up around her shoulders like a young Pattie Boyd. The guests inside turn when the bells above the door announce her presence. They cheer and raise their red plastic cups in greeting and she laughs back, her smile dragging widely across her face. And there he is: Neil Lewis. He’s standing beside the box tv set with a bottle of cheap beer in his hand. He’s wearing a powder blue dress shirt from the seventies and a dark blue suit. His longish hair is swept out of his face and he smiles at something someone has said. When he looks over, he sees her, and his mouth falls open. 

“Oh my God! Where did you get this?” A woman swoops in from the side and admires her dress. 

“It’s a replica mod dress from the 60s. I made it,” she answered with a polite smile and allowed the woman to inspect the stitching. As she raised her eyes, they met Neil’s. His eyes widened slightly as he dropped them down to her thighs before traveling back up to her face. Her dress was boxy, like that of a mod dancer, and so short that it was barely fingertip length (to use school-girl terminology). She was dressed up as a gogo dancer, red vinyl boots and all, for the showing of Gumshoe Video’s The Kiss of the Vampire. Neil bit his tongue as his eyes crawled down her body. Her dark red dress had a high modest neckline but was sleeveless and short. The fabric was a tautly starched linen that didn’t move much as she walked. It hugged her waist with a thick belt but fared out around her thighs in a fixed shape. Her makeup was a copy of one of Twiggy’s famous looks with the exaggerated eyelashes and dark eyeliner. Her eyelids were a bright blue that clashed with her red clothing, a mixing of primary colors. When the woman stepped away, she advanced shyly, resisting the urge to bite her lip and ruin her lipstick. Neil cleared his throat and nodded quickly at Lucien whom he was talking to when she had come in. His eyes darted back and forth, between her and Lucien’s prop pipe. His long eyelashes fluttered as he stole glances at her between pretending to listen to Lucien. 

“Hey! Nice of you to join, I’m Jonathan.” Jonathan appeared beside her and offered his hand not holding a beer. She shook it and smiled. 

“Y/N, I tried to dress for the theme.” She looked down at her costume and he nodded emphatically. 

“I did too. I was going for Ringo Starr.” Jonathan twirled, showing off his bright pink military costume like the one Ringo wore for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. She nodded and smiled. 

“I see the resemblance. Who is Neil supposed to be?” She jerked her head at Neil and Jonathan sighed. 

“He said that he was going as one of the Monkees but personally, I don’t see it.” 

“He must have run out of costumes,” she laughed and Jonathan shrugged dramatically. As she finished that sentence, Neil broke away from Lucien, slightly breathless and placed a hand on her back in greeting. She looked up at him, curling her toes inside her shoes. 

“You’re one of the Monkees?” She teased him lightly and Neil chuckled and shook his head. 

“I did have a hat on, it made more sense when I was wearing the hat.”

“So you were Micheal?” She asked and he gestured wildly at her for Jonathan, “See I told you someone would get it.” 

“That’s only because you both have weird niche knowledge,” Jonathan wrinkled his nose. “Uh oh, Lucien is talking to two strange women. I’m going to swoop in before he says something weird,” he hurried over to Lucien and patted him playfully on the head. Neil immediately looked down at her, his cool resolve slipping slightly. He was flustered. 

“Wow,” he gestured with both hands at her costume and she blushed self-consciously. He stuttered as he tried to say something coherent. “I’m uh, just uh… wow.” He scratched the back of his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing around quickly before leaning in close to her ear. “Jesus Christ you smell good too.” He shook his head, forgetting what he was originally going to say. She smiled giddily. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. 

“Do you want to see my office?” Neil cleared his throat as he looked around, trying to look natural to everyone else in the store. His slumped posture and darting eyes would betray him if anyone cared to look at him long enough. He replaced his hand on the small of her back and swirled a finger across the fabric. She played with the hem of his blazer, blushing hard. 

“Hey, Neil!” A couple stopped in front of them and Neil jumped back to attention, his arm flying back behind his head and off of her body. He coughed briefly and cleared his throat. 

“Hey- hey! How’s it going?” He smiled distractedly and greeted his friends. They waited expectantly to be introduced to the girl and Neil gasped slightly, remembering. “Oh sorry, this is Y/N and Y/N, this is Buddy and Marcia.” He waved between them and they all nodded at each other politely, exchanging handshakes and smiles. “Enjoy the movie!” Neil said a little over enthusiastically and Buddy furrowed his brow, slightly concerned as they walked away. Jonathan found them at the makeshift bar and chuckled. 

“That’s the new girl,” he gestured with his cup and Marsha pursed her lip approvingly. 

On the other side of the room, Neil turned back to her and licked his lips. “So… my office?” He raised his eyebrows and jerked his thumbs at the separate office space in the back of the store. She giggled as she dug her toe into the ground and swayed slightly against him. Neil’s smile grew as he led her from the main store area and back into the office. When she passed through the door after him, Neil closed it and lowered himself slightly, his arms going out wide as he looked her up and down again mouthing, “oh my god.”

“So you like it?” She ran her hands down the front of her dress and shifted the weight on her feet proudly. 

“I mean, just look at you!” He ran his hand over his mouth and stepped in closer. The desk knocked softly into her tailbone as she retreated. “I love it,” he emphasized and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was leaning back against the desk, her legs spread and her weight evenly distributed. Neil stepped closer, his body firmly between her legs. She worked up the courage to touch him, sliding her palms around his waist beneath his blazer. 

“Your fucking thighs,” Neil whispered breathlessly as his index fingers traced around the small hairs on her upper thighs. “God…” he gasped softly, already feeling himself get hot under the collar. She rubbed her nose against his and gave him a soft peck on the mouth. 

“Is that all I get?” He whispered with a furrowed brow. He ran his knuckles down her neck and tried not to gasp when he found her breasts. She kissed him again, pulling herself up higher by his shoulders. Her fingers dug into the plush fabric of his jacket’s shoulder pads. He responded immediately, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Neil pawed desperately at her, his hands grabbing at her thighs, her breasts, and her head. He pushed her up onto the desk and she whined in protest as he now towered above her. He chuckled breathlessly and dragged his hands up the inside of her thighs. 

“Shh,” he smiled when she glowered, wanting to cling to him as she kissed him. When she stopped wiggling, he leaned down and kissed her slowly. She held onto his hips by hooking her fingers in his belt loops. His hands prodded further, stroking the elastic band of her underwear around her pelvis. She was wearing cotton underwear and Neil could feel the wetness pooling at her opening through the fabric. He started to fall apart as he stroked her clothed cunt with his long fingers. She squirmed on the desk in front of her and the heels of her gogo boots knocked against the desk, her back arched into him. She moved his hands beneath her skirt, looking up at him with wide suggestive eyes. 

“Here? Now?” Neil whispered, slightly shocked at the girl’s suggestion. “Are you insane?” He whispered beside her ear, his voice laced with perverted desire though he tried to shake it from his voice, still wanting to be the voice of reason. 

“Neil…” she muttered at him and petted his crotch with slow, heavy moves. 

“What?” He whispered, an edge in his voice. His forehead was still creased and he tried to even out his breath as his cock pushed against every touch of her hand. 

“You’re supposed to say, As. You. Wish.” She squeezed her thighs around his legs, just below his hips and wrapped her hands around his hips. Neil raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly. He watched her as she bore into his eyes, thick with desire. He looked her up and down and reached both hands beneath her skirt again, pulling her underwear down over her butt. She had to lean back slightly as he dragged the cotton wad down over her gogo boots. He looked down at the underwear in his palm and trilled his lips lowly. 

“This is a bit more involved than I was expecting but I’m all for it,” he shrugged with a loose smirk and put the underwear on the desk beside them. She smiled and pulled on his dress shirt, prompting him to give her a satisfying kiss. 

“You were the one who suggested that I see your office,” she giggled quietly. 

“I needed a sense of adventure.” He muttered against her lips, his eyes closed. 

“Neil… Adventure?” She smiled lazily and stroked his jaw, her short nails running dully down his neck. 

“I like the sound of that,” he continued to kiss her, his nose crushing against her cheek. A knock at the door made them both jump and Neil turned around quickly, shielding her from the view of whomever was at the door. 

“Neil! We’re starting the movie now and Jonathan doesn’t know how to work the player. You gotta fix it.” Lucien yelled through the door. His silhouette showed through the frosted glass. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned quietly and rubbed his face. His erection fell slightly at the interruption and he sighed. “Ok, Lucien. I’m coming!” He smiled falsely as he yelled back his response.   

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Lucien mumbled beneath his breath and hurried back into the store area. 

“I’ll see you out there,” Neil cringed and fixed his suit as much as he could. 

“Break a leg,” she smiled and hopped off of the desk, her underwear still sitting on the desk. She pulled them back on over her gogo boots and followed him out. Neil walked around to the back of the tv and checked the cables. She watched from the back of the room, a deep blush spreading across her face as she noticed the places where her red lipstick had left smudges around his mouth. She smiled down at her boots and bit her lip, trying to compose herself. Neil stepped back in front of the tv with Jonathan and announced the movie, lipstick still smudged around his wide lips. 

“And now, Gumshoe Video presents the 1963 The Kiss of the Vampire,” he extended his hands to the small square tv and waggled his fingers. The audience laughed and hooted. Some glanced over at her and smiled, she blushed deeper. 

“Nice touch,” one guy called from the couches and Neil stared at him blankly, his eyes then slowly drifting to her. She pointed at her mouth and rested her chin on her fist. Neil laughed it off and winked as he stepped aside and the movie started. She sat down on the couch in the back and scooted to the side as Neil joined her, collapsing with an anxious exhale. 

“Kissed by a vampire,” he shook his head, “why didn’t I think of that? That would have been a perfect costume.” He spoke with his hands, and shrugged his shoulders. She hid her face in her hands to hide her smile. “Was it really that noticeable?” He whispered and she nodded, embarrassed. 

“Sorry,” she giggled quietly and wiped the lipstick smudges from his face with her thumb. Jonathan moved around the spread of couches and perched on the edge of the couch beside them. 

“Nice touch, Neil. I think it makes the viewing experience more realistic.” Jonathan snarked and Neil rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up, Jonathan.” Neil sighed and massaged his face, pulling down on the skin. Jonathan winked at her and she smiled. Jonathan drifted off as the movie started and the title card appeared. As Neil relaxed into the couch, his hand found her thigh and rubbed his knuckles across her thigh. She leaned against him, her head resting against the wing of his shoulder as he moved his arm around her. 

…

“What’d you think of the movie?” Neil shoved his hands into his pockets as they locked up Gumshoe Video, the store now completely dark. 

“It’s a classic vampire movie,” she shrugged and smiled, “no notes,” she added. 

It had stopped raining but the sidewalks were littered with shallow puddles of dark water. Neil chuckled and placed one hand on the small of her back as they turned away from the store. 

“I thought you’d like it,” Neil smirked and she raised her eyebrow. 

“Why?”

“You would 100% be the kind of girl to get abducted by an insanely attractive vampire and fall in love with him.” 

“Well would he suck my blood at the end and kill me?” She pretended to consider the universe that Neil was suggesting. 

“Oh of course,” Neil shrugged his shoulders up to his ears and furrowed his brows playfully. 

“I can’t see it,” she shook her head and clasped her hands behind her back as they walked. She looked down at her shoes and smiled. Neil fell silent for a moment, his eyes once again trailing her up and down. 

“Have I told you how amazing you look?” Neil cleared his throat. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again,” she blushed and cocked her head to the side, looking into his eyes as they walked. Neil wet his lips and stopped, looking her up and down once again. 

“You look amazing.” He said seriously and she looked away, self-conscious. They were stopped in front of Neil’s house, a two-story craftsman in a dark green color that looked dark blue in the darkness. She looked from the house to Neil’s face, the front porch light reflecting in his bright blue eyes. Neil laughed awkwardly when he realized that they had stopped at his house. 

“Will you come inside?” He twisted his hips casually, jerking his head once at the front door. The girl exhaled shakily and nodded. 

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She answered with a nervous smile. 

Neil broke into a large smile, the lines of his cheekbones stretching down to the edge of his jaw beside his pink lips. They climbed the stairs to the house and Neil let her inside, his eyes traveling up the length of her body as she stepped into the house in front of him. Neil closed the door behind him, exhaling slowly. She met his eyes when she turned back and smiled shyly when she noticed how he stared at her. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” She asked him quietly. Neil nodded emphatically, his hand still on the doorknob behind him. 

“Then come here and kiss me,” she whispered and turned fully to face him. She felt her cunt grow hot and heat billowed down her thighs. Neil clenched his jaw and swallowed, his eyes now fixed on the girl’s mouth. He pushed himself off of the door and approached her, his hips swaying slightly as he walked. She kept her arms by her side as Neil wrapped gentle fingers around her upper arms, right above her elbows, and held his lips within inches of hers. She savored the way he smelled, like laundry detergent and mouthwash. He smelled like what she imagined domestic masculinity would smell like if it could be bottled. She sighed softly before he kissed her, his lips drawing hers between his. He held her in place, not aggressively, and kissed her, moving his head occasionally to taste her from different angles. 

When he broke away she took a step back and clasped her hands behind her back girlishly. Neil laughed like a schoolboy, shocked by the surge of desire and energy he felt just from the kiss. 

“Can I take you upstairs?” He leaned his arm against the wall and pointed to the staircase in front of them. She bit her lip, trying to stop from laughing hysterically from nerves. She took a step backwards and stepped onto the bottom step, facing Neil. 

“Ask me again,” she teased and bit her lip harder. Neil exhaled sharply as he felt his cock twitch aggressively in his pants. The dark room threw her body into shadow and the windows above the stairs illuminated her silhouette. He wet his lips and asked again. 

“Can I take you upstairs?” 

She could still make out his blue eyes in the dark as the windows provided enough light to catch their color. She took a few more steps up, still facing him. 

“As you wish,” she whispered. Neil laughed, thrilled by her little game. He hurried up the stairs but she kept a few steps between them at all times until she reached the top of the stairs. She backed up into the wall beside the window and allowed Neil to close in on her. Neil held her hips in his large hands and kissed her again, this time snaking his tongue into her mouth, testing the waters. They stumbled away from the stairs and rushed into a doorway, Neil catching himself on the doorframe with both arms so that he could turn her around. He twisted her around so that her back was to his bed. 

Neil’s room was exactly as one would expect. His walls were decorated with movie posters with the addition of a few select female movie stars that he had the hots for. He helped the girl back onto the bed and leaned over her on the bed. She weaved her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck and traced his jaw with her palms. He worked quickly to pull off her gogo boots and slipped off his suit jacket. She moved onto her knees on the edge of the mattress and slid each button out of its eyelet on his power blue shirt. Neil shrugged it off and pulled each sleeve over his wrists, dropping it to the floor. She pressed her hands against his chest and placed a few shaky kisses against his warm skin. Neil sighed pleasurably and swept her hair over her shoulders to lie flat down her back. Looking up at him, she moved her hand down to the zipper at his crotch. Neil’s eye widened as she unzipped his fly and slid her hand down into the front of his hands, beneath his underwear. She cupped his erection in her hand and rubbed her hand down the hot and trembling length. Neil sputtered as she stroked him, his hands returned to the bed on either side of her body. She leaned down so that she could kiss the side of his neck while she jerked him off. Precum coated his cock so her hand slid easily over him and she shivered when she heard Neil gasp softly beside her ear. 

“Fuck, you’re full of fucking suprises,” he panted and squeezed his eyes shut. She exhaled against his neck and left a fresh hickey before responding. 

“This isn’t a movie, Neil. You can’t predict the ending.” 

She pulled her hand out of his pants and kissed his briefly as she scooted farther into the bed. Neil watched her breathlessly, his face hot. He watched her as she unzipped the side of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her bare breasts confronted the cold air by hardening. Neil’s jaw nearly fell open when he saw her, exposed like that. All that remained on her body was the cotton underwear which he allowed his gaze to linger on, camouflage by her thighs. She laid back on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, her stomach trembling with nerves and desire. Neil’s erection pushed noticeably against his boxers. With his eyes still trained on the girl, he pushed down his pants and crawled onto the bed, stopping over her. He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed the soft flesh there, savoring how warm she was against his mouth. She worked her underwear down and he could feel her hips shift on the mattress which thrilled him. He sat back to look at her, fully nude now. He raised her leg into the air and kissed down her calf, stopping at the underside of her knee. 

“I want to fuck you,” Neil saidbreathlessly as he moved his fingers down her thigh. She smiled darkly, her bow mouth drawn up into a smirk. His cock throbbed in his underwear and hovered above her navel.

“Say it again,” she whispered. Neil raised an eyebrow and exhaled anxiously.

“I want to fuck you.” 

“Again.”

“I want,” he leaned down to her ear and shoved a finger inside her gently, “to fuck you.” She whimpered and bit her lip. 

“Again,” she struggled to say the words, her cheeks flushed. 

“No, honey. You’re supposed to say, as you wish.” Neil whispered against her skin, his finger curling inside her. He smiled when she squirmed and moaned. 

“Ah, fuck- fuck me,” she gasped before Neil crushed his mouth against hers. He pulled down his boxers just enough to free his erection and centered himself at her cunt which was throbbing as much as he was. 

“As you wish,” he chuckled and removed his finger, swapping it out for his cock. He pushed in gently, working his tip inside her slowly as she squirmed needily beneath him. She was tight from nerves and inexperience and he whined despite himself as he went deeper. Her hands found his back and gripped into his flesh. He watched as his cock struggled to fit all the way inside her and moaned loudly when he saw her mouth held open in pleasurable shock. 

“Is it ok?” He groaned and stroked her flushed cheek. Her red lipstick was smudged again on her chin and he swiped his thumb across it. 

“Mmhm, yes.” She nodded and bit her lip as he thrusted in farther. Once her body got used to his length, he was able to pull out and thrust back in. It took only seconds but the sensations felt as though they were happening over hours. He fucked her gently but fast, his hips rocking against hers and shaking the mattress. She pushed her heels into the mattress and arched her hips up into his pelvis. Neil found it delightfully needy and thrusted deeper, eliciting a loud gasp from the girl.  

“Do you like that?” Neil smiled and cupped her chin with his hand. 

“Uh huh, yeah.” She panted as her eyes rolled back into her head. 

“You’re being such a good girl,” Neil praised her and cussed beneath his breath as he felt her walls tighten around him. His hips bucked aggressively into her over and over again and she yelled and gasped in pleasure. He looked down at his cock, slick with her precum, sliding in and out of her. He held her thighs and coaxed her deeper onto his cock, she gasped and bit her lip, her breasts bouncing against her chest. Neil groaned at the sight and fucked her messily, lossing control as he felt how wet she and tight she was getting as she neared her orgasm. 

“Good girl! I’m so close.” He panted quietly and she wrapped her fingers loosely around the nape of his neck. 

“Cum inside me,” she pleaded. 

“What?”

“Cum inside me,” she repeated, more delirious with pleasure.

“Say it again,” he smirked, playing her at her own game.

“Cum. in. me.” Her words tumbled out in a jumbled mess as she started to climax. Her thighs were tightening and her muscles flexed. He groaned helplessly as she came around him.

“As you wish,” he managed to answer as he buckled his hips against her and prompted himself to finish inside, spilling cum into her. He thrusted as he finished and exhaled when he finally pulled out. She worked to catch her breath as he collapsed beside her on the bed. 

“Fuck.” He sighed and rubbed his face. 

“Yeah.” She laughed lightly and cupped her cunt, still riding out the lasting waves of climax. 

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[differentclasss]

Hardcore - Neil Lewis x Reader (smut)

summary: You and Neil watch an old porno together and you give him a blow job.

a/n: i'm not going to go into the ethics of pornography. do what you gotta do. thanks!

warnings: smut, porn, female reader, and not too much else.

Gumshoe Video had its fair share of slow days, some days you and your boyfriend Neil would just sit on the couch watching whatever movie he picked out. Other days were spent going through whatever videos you hadn’t had the time to catalog yet. Today was one of the latter. You had gotten lucky at a garage sale and found a massive milk crate of old video tapes. The whole thing was only ten bucks and was filled with tapes. You bought it from a guy who sheepishly explained his wife had sold the VHS player at their last garage sale and didn’t have any use for them anymore. Whatever his reason was, you were just happy to arrive at Gumshoe the next day with a bunch of new tapes.

Neil was already there when you arrived with the crate in tote. You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek after you put the milk crate on the front desk. 

“Only ten bucks!” You explained while gesturing to the crate. 

“Anything good?” He asked with an amused smile as he picked up a tape and quickly looked at it.

“Haven’t had the chance to go through it yet.” You told him. “I think I saw a copy of Titanic.”

“Just what we need,” Neil teased. “Another copy of Titanic.”

You two go through the tapes on the couch, it’s all pretty normal stuff. A few good ones here and there but mostly the typical VHSs you would find in any family collection. You check each tape for any visible damage and have to chuck a few out. After an hour or so, you start to see the bottom of the crate through a few old tapes. You spot a collection of pornographic tapes at the bottom, purposefully hidden from anyone who would’ve seen it. You giggle a little when you pick up a copy of some raunchy erotica called Passion Toys. Neil looks over at you as you hold it up to him. The cover was of a girl standing in front of the movie's title holding her hands over her breasts. It’s probably from the 1980s, based on the girl's hair and dated look to it. Neil laughs a little too. 

“I think we’ve reached the old guy's old porno stash.” You joke as you place the tape on the table in front of you. “I’m nervous about touching these.” You add with a little laugh.

Gumshoe had a very small selection of pornographic films, most of the ones the store did have were the garden variety art house ones. You know, ones that wouldn’t be considered that pornographic in current times. Think Andy Warhol’s Blue Movie. Most of the time, when someone did rent these movies, you assumed they had to be pretentious even when getting their rocks off. These tapes on the other hand were full-blown pornos. Raunchy ones by the look of it. 

“Jesus,” Neil laughed and picked up one. “At least they seem pretty normal. Typical pornos from the 80's.”

“Yeah, still pretty funny though.” You tell him and look at the back of one and read through its vague plot, only promising the best and totally real orgasms on screen.

“You ever watch one of these?” He asks and looks at you curiously.

 

“Have I watched porn?” You ask and look up at him with a small grin.

“No, like have you watched, I don't know what you would call these, classic porn.” He asks. “Like on a VHS.”

“No, why?” You look at him with an eyebrow raised and a small grin still on your lips. “Have you?”

You wondered what he was getting at. It was true though, you never watched porn on a VHS tape. It seemed rather impractical considering the current modes of watching it. You felt a little embarrassed even talking about it with him, even if he was your boyfriend. Porn wasn’t what you wanted to talk about with him, it was a pathetic private thing. Not something you felt like you could freely talk about it. 

“No.” He shook his head. “Do you want to?”

“Neil!” You gasp, a little shocked at the proposition. “You can’t be serious…”

“Oh c’mon!” He tells you with a laugh. “It’ll be funny. We can’t put this out for rent, so we might as well just see what it’s about before we put it away in storage.” He offers. 

“You’re gross.” You tease and then pick up the copy of Passion Toys. “But since you’re twisting my arm, then fine. Put this in and we’ll watch it.”

Neil smiles and takes the tape from your hands. He goes to the VHS player and inserts it in. You feel a little weird watching it out in the open of the store but remind yourself that the door is still locked. The film starts with a woman at a party who is talking to a few men. She pulls one of the men aside to a small room. They kiss and have some very moving dialogue. You can’t help but giggle at the cheapness of it all. She gives him an overly enthusiastic blow job.

“God!” You exclaim and look over at Neil. “This is terrible, they’re not even fucking and she’s acting like she’s coming.”

“I don’t think people watch these for the plot…” Neil responds.

“Obviously!” You laugh.

The film continues and she moved on to another guy in the film, fucking him in a different room. You and Neil continue to laugh and make a few jokes about it. It’s a little weird to watch together but you try to move past it. During a drawn-out scene where the woman and a man are fucking each other in doggy, you laugh a little awkwardly. The scene seems to go on way too long like it’s the finale or something. From the corner of your eye, you see Neil shift in his seat, crossing his legs ever so slightly. 

“You good?” You ask, looking over at him, he nods quickly. “Why are you sitting like that?”

“Just more comfortable.” He responds with a red face. 

“More comfortable?” You ask and turn yourself to him. 

“Yeah…” He says and looks forward. 

You have a sneaking suspicion he’s hiding an erection. You stifle a laugh and look at him with a teasing smile. You get closer to him and he blushes when you move to have your thigh against him. 

“Is this great piece of film giving you a hard-on?” You ask teasingly. 

“Shut up.” He says with an embarrassed look. "It’s a normal bodily reaction. I’m watching something that’s made to turn people people on.”

“And this is so very erotic.” You reply sarcastically while putting your head on his shoulder and lightly tracing his arm with your fingertips. You do it mostly because you know that any sort of touch is torture for him right now. 

The film continues but now it feels like it’s painfully long. Neil feels like he’s going to explode right then and there with you giving him the lightest of touches. The movie starts to wrap up, the woman is lying in bed now and the man pulls off of her. You look over at Neil again lifting your head and giving him a little kiss on the neck. 

“I take it that you liked it?” You ask with a giggle.

“You’re killing me here,” He says and looks over at you. His hands drift over to you and he brings you on top of him. “That was torture.”

“Oh yeah,” You giggle and can’t help but tease him more. “It’s so very hot hearing a woman go, ‘Oh, yeah, just like that! Just like that!’ Over and over again…”

“It’s pretty hot hearing you say that.” Neil chuckles and moves his hands under your shirt. 

“You’re disgusting.” You laugh and then kiss him. 

You hardly think you were that turned on by the cheap porno that was playing, you were under the impression that you were turned on by Neil’s neediness. You kissed his lips and then moved to his neck, rutting yourself against his clothed crotch as he whined. His hands moved to the tape of your neck and lightly held you there. 

 His moans and whimpers turned you on more than you wanted to let on. You ground yourself against him again, causing another whine to come from his lips. He muttered how bad he wanted you and you obliged. Your hands moved to his belt and you unbuckled it. Shimming off his pants, you lowered yourself down to face his crotch. You pulled down his boxers and could see how hard he was over this whole thing. He cursed when you gave his dick a slow stroke before putting it in your mouth. 

You took him fully in your mouth as he looked down at you. His hands moved to your hair and he gently pulled on it, causing you to slightly choke. A bit of drool escaped the corner of your mouth. You bobbed up and down, your jaw aching ever so slightly when you increased the speed of your bobbing.  You didn't think he was going to last long, given the circumstances.

“Fuck,” Neil whimpered overhead. “Gonna come…”

You continued to suck him off, your speed increasing as he got closer to his climax. Without another warning, he bucked his hips into the back of your throat as he kept a strong grip on your hair and came. You choked ever so slightly on his come but swallowed anyway. As he came off his high, he kept you there for a moment before letting go of your hair and watched as you straightened yourself out. He tucked himself away and zipped up the zipper of his jeans.

“Sorry,” He responded with a soft blush to his cheeks. “I uh… I guess I just have a strong appreciation for all types of film...”

“Or you’re just a pervert.” You giggle and sit back down with him and lean against him.  

“You were into it!” He teases.

“Maybe…” You say and then sit up. “We gotta open the store sometime today, come on.”

Neil shakes his head and sits up with you before looking at you with a small mischievous grin.

“Just one more movie?” He asks. “I swear this time only for educational purposes.”

You laugh and stand up, ruffling his hair as you start to walk to the front door.

“You’re something else.” You call out to him. “Maybe later though…”

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