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brain4stew · 2 months ago

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Thinking about reader being a “pupeteer” for their chosen killer/survivor, and the killer/survivor can see the reader’s avatar.

Survivors ♡

Chance 🪙

This guy, most likely would be confused, but probably wouldn’t mind you being there at all.

He thinks it’s cool that he can see “you” (avatar), and sometimes tries to talk to “you”…. No answer of course.

Genuinely is spooked when he sees, and knows that “you”’re controlling him in rounds.

He thinks he’s going insane overtime however.

Elliot 🍕

Genuinely confused, and even more worried than he normally would be.

Thinks that “you” (avatar) is an imaginary friend he thought of.

Sometimes just “talks” to “you” (avatar) as some sort of stress relief. (It sometimes helps, but when it doesn’t he’ll just laugh quietly to himself. Convinced he’s going insane.)

A bit thankful that “you”’re there helping him in rounds, but is also still terrified whenever “you” control him.

Guest 1337 🪖

Genuinely thinks “you”’re also an imaginary friend he thought of overtime. (Probably developed plenty of imaginary friends while in war too once or twice.)

Knows he can’t talk to “you” but would really want to. (He actually notices “you”’re following him, and it kind of puts him more on edge.)

He once tried to touch “you”, and the image of your avatar reacted a little at the touch, which kind of actually spooked him.

Shocked whenever “you”’re controlling him, and helping him out in rounds.

007n7 🍔

Thinks that “you” were made from his C00lgui, and immediately checked it. (He later thought “you” were an imaginary friend he made up.)

Would randomly, and rarely (when no other survivors are nearby,) would “talk”, and “vent” to “you”, even though he knows that “you” can’t respond and all that.

Genuinely got spooked when “you” just stood by him and followed him around. (He’s worried he’s going insane.)

Slowly noticed that where he wants to go, isn’t where he’s going, and notices that “you”’re the one controlling and helping him in rounds.

Builderman 🔨

Somehow, he suspects that “you” are a robloxian. (Don’t ask how he somehow knows, I headcanon that the admins and devs of Roblox know abt the robloxians.)

Rarely would inspect your avatar, mainly out of curiosity, and so he could possibly get some sort of ideas.

Actually was shocked when “you” followed him around, and whatnot. (He once saw your avatar dance, and it kind of confirmed his speculations.)

Genuinely very worried whenever he noticed “you”’re controlling him in rounds. Just how on earth can a robloxian, control him?

Shedletsky 🍗🗡️

Not the smartest, but thought “you” were a robloxian after a while. (He legit thought he was going insane at first.)

He once tried feeding “you” a chicken, but it just knocked over your avatar. Which he just… Stared at… (Basically watching your avatar flail around, before standing up almost immediately.)

Once tried to attack “you” with his sword as well, and noticed a health bar over “you”, as your avatar took some damage, and that made him think of “you” as a robloxian.

Legit thought it was cool and also creepy at the same time, whenever “you” were controlling him in rounds and all that.

Noob 🥤👻🪨

They were spooked upon seeing “you”, and actually thought “you” were some sort of spy, or something that helps the killers.

Eventually calmed down, and thought of “you” as some sort of imaginary friend.

Sometimes talks to “you”, even if you don’t respond and can’t hear. They’re just a bit glad they can “talk” to someone in the hell hole they’re in.

They genuinely were more spooked, startled and even terrified, when “you” were controlling them in rounds and helping them…

Two Time 2️⃣ 🕰️

Thought “you” were a ghost, and got curious and interested. (They actually thought that “you” are some sort of spirit that the spawn sent to watch over them.)

They sometime just, look at “you”, and pokes “you”, touches “you” and overall interacts with “you”. (Your avatar sometimes fall over from that, flailing around a bit, before standing up.)

They would thank the spawn for “you” coming to watch over them. And sometimes they just, stare at “you”, almost affectionately.

They noticed that “you”’re controlling them after a few rounds, and that fed their delusional ahh even more…

Taph 💥💣

Genuinely wonders if “you” can set off their tripwire’s and their subspace bomb. (You don’t, since your avatar can’t set off any traps.)

Rarely talks to “you” (emoji’s ofc), mostly about Builderman, but also about how to modify their bomb more.

Once, thought that “you” were a ghost when “you” somehow walked through a wall, and it kind of spooked ‘em. (They got over it after a while.)

Actually once cursed in emoji’s whenever “you” were controlling them in rounds, it felt weird to them.

Dusekkar 🪄(💨⚡️?)

Did not understand what “you” were wearing for a long while, and thought “you” were some imaginary friend he made up after a while. (He asked Builderman and Shedletsky about “you” though…)

Later figured out that “you” are a robloxian, and was actually a little bit excited and curious. (Mainly because of the clothes on the market and etc, etc.)

Was a bit spooked by “you” following him, like one of the pizza deliveries, or the minions of 1x4. But eventually relaxed after knowing “you” can’t even hurt anyone or anything.

Thankful, but… Also frustrated and terrified whenever “you”’re controlling hum in rounds.

Killers ☆

1x1x1x1 💚⚔️🖤

This, being of hatred… Hates “you”. He knows exactly what “you” are, and despises it. (They know that you’re a robloxian, due to Shedletsky knowing that, and all that bs.)

She wonders if “you” can be able to be attacked, damaged, and seen by the others. (They did attack “you” once, and actually regretted it for some reason. Because they saw your avatar flail a bit from accidentally getting knocked over from his attack, before standing up again.)

Randomly tries to “hug you”, but most of the time they either phase through “you”, or she manages to “hug you”, and accidentally makes your avatar flail a bit. (IN SECRET OFC, there’s no way he’d let the other killers see her being a bit soft.)

They genuinely were annoyed by “you” whenever “you”’re controlling her in rounds. But he’s also thankful for whenever “you” win for them.

John Doe 🖤0️⃣1️⃣❤️

More confused than he was before. Who are “you”? What are “you”? What can “you” do? Are “you” a ghost or something?

His corruption prevents him from actually knowing who “you” are and all of that. (Even if he asked the other killers, he’d forget about the information in about a minute.)

Accidentally gave “you” the corruption effect once, and became a bit worried. (Thankfully the corruption doesn’t last long, but it still made him worry a bit.)

Genuinely more confused whenever “you” control him, especially if you put the ‘Yourself’ skin on him. Genuinely wonders if “you” actually like killing survivors, and other robloxians…

Jason 🔪🪚

Confused. Even his mother is confused, but the both decided to just, let “you” be.

Once accidentally gave “you” bleeding, and actually panicked a bit. His mother tried to calm him down, but even she was panicking a bit. (When they saw your avatar was alright, they were practically sighing in relief.)

Once saw “you” flail around on the ground for a while, and get flung for a bit, before standing up, as if nothing happened. (It destroyed his way of thinking, even his mothers way of thinking was destroyed too.)

Spooked whenever “you” control him, and so is his mother, when she notices that her son isn’t controlling his own movements. But they’re both happy whenever “you” make Jason win.

Mafioso 🐰

Genuinely found “you” interesting, and actually wondered if “you” are like his boss, Eunoia.

One of his guys somehow accidentally put “you” on fire, and it spooked his other guys, and even him. (Your avatar was fine after a while, but it still spooked them.)

Actually saw “you” get flung at one point, watching “you” flail a bit, before standing up. (He found it a bit hilarious, but also got a bit worried.)

Genuinely thinks “you”’re someone that can posses him, and use him in rounds, which scares him a bit, but also scares his guys a lot. (They eventually all adapted to it however.)

C00lkidd 🧱

He actually was excited upon seeing “you”, thinking he finally has a friend to play with!

Was disappointed whenever he can’t really play with “you”. But, he killed “you” once on accident, and saw “you” either, collapse like the survivors, or explode. (Like when you reset your avatar in the lobby.) And it spooked him a bit.

He thinks of “you” as an imaginary friend, even though he doesn’t exactly know what imaginary means completely, he likes “you” still! Well… Until…

He’s genuinely scared, confused and downright hates it whenever “you” control him in rounds… LET HIM HAVE HIS FUN!!

Noli 👾

He probably knows who “you” are, but eventually forgot about “you”. And now thinks of “you” as some sort of ‘npc’ he made for himself, whenever he wants to talk with someone other than the other killers.

He rambles to “you” about every rounds he’s been in, even though “you” can’t hear it, he’s still glad he can ramble on and on to “you”.

(Prob ooc;) Whenever he’s too bored, or too tired, he’ll hug “you” and just, hold “you” in his grasp. (Whilst your avatar flails a bit, due to the collision- ik that roblox avatars don’t have that in the lobby.)

I think he’d be excited and happy whenever “you” control him, and makes him win. It makes him feel like he accomplishes things more quicker.

Azure 🪻

They dislike “you”, or hate “you”. No in between. Don’t get them wrong, it’s because they can’t trust “you” yet, completely. (Due to their past.)

After a while, they’ll gradually trust “you”, slowly but surely. I have a feeling that they’ll enjoy being near “you”, or in “your” presence sometimes.

Whenever they’re too bored, and trust “you” enough, they’ll probably use their tendrils, to wrap them around “you” and watch “you” flail around. It makes them laugh, they find it pretty amusing to say the least.

They’re confused and don’t really know if they can trust “you” with controlling them. But whenever they see that “you” make them kill Two Time, and give them wins… Then dang, color them surprised, they enjoy it.

Guest 666 👹

Probably confused about who and what “you” are. But doesn’t really care or mind it. “You” remind him of Noob, and it makes him a bit happy.

He’ll probably get exhausted at some points, and will probably, and I mean PROBABLY, drag “you” with him by his tail, before curling up around “you”. Like some sort of dog, or something. (Idk, an animal that does that at least-) and rests there, enjoying the peace he has with “you” there.

He occasionally pokes “you”, seeing “you” fall over and flail a bit, before standing up again. He rarely does this, but, he rarely whacks “you” away on accident with his tail, and he gets a bit saddened at that. (Cue his horns in his trailers going down, with a frown on his face.) He watches as “you” flail a bit, before standing and going towards him again, and just staying by him. (He’s happy and glad about that.)

Genuinely confused, yet also excited whenever “you” control him in rounds. He can tell that “you” hesitate for a few seconds on killing Noob, before “you” eventually make him do it. (He sees how “you” just stand still for a while, after hearing what he said when he killed Noob. He assumes that “you” are sad about what he said…)

(I’m tired y’all. 😞💔)

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swirlyyygal · 3 months ago

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“Beyond My Window”

You can’t help but stare at him can you? I mean who wouldn’t. But will he stare back? Not with those damn tinted windows he won’t.

AU!Joel Miller x Neighbor!F!Reader

CW/TAGS: Joel is like 40’s-50’s, reader is early 20’s, no hair length/type mentioned, height diff (ur shorter), reader is in college, pining kinda?, Sarah and Ellie are mentioned but don’t play a major part, no y/n is used, a lot of pet names, SEXXX 🤤🤤🤤, ofc he puts his dih in, fingering, condom is on bc I’m not down with raw yet, dacryfilia if you squint (it’s not in a mean way), reader is not shaved bc I can’t care enough to make them shaved 💔🥀🕊️

A/N!! Hi hi!! I’m Mimi, ofc, and this is one of my first FULLLY DONE AND POSTED FANFICS!!! I had to do Joel Miller of flipping course bc 🤤🤤. Anyway!! I really hope y’all enjoy!! And don’t expect much since I’m still a noob at smut works.. (｡•́︿•̀｡) BTW NOT PROOFREAD BC LMAOOOOOO IM NOT DOING ALLAT

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Early Spring was the best, you loved it, more than you loved any other season. But your Spring would be a bit different this year since a new neighbor had moved into your SoCal suburbs.

It was maybe late December when he decided to show up. The moving van hard to miss after your old ass neighbor moved out and was replaced with a whole HELLL OF A MAN. Scruffy black hair and a beard to match. All wrapped up in a coat as the boxes piled off the truck. You, being nosy, decided to try and look through the front window to spy and that was the first mistake you had EVER MADE. Even just catching a glimpse of him made your heart stop and a deep breath go down your lungs.

You caught what you could from him, no ring thank the heavens. And managed to find out little tidbits from his life when your mom and dad had ever so graciously brought him some leftover treats. He met you on his front door with a small smile on his face. And crows feet, OUGHHHH. His name was Joel Miller, carpenter. He was a single dad with two daughters not much older than you, Sarah and Ellie. They were out on their own though, and he had just moved all the way from Texas.

As well as the fact that he has a little brother and like you had confirmed before, no misses!! The more you found out about him the more you wanted to keep the conversation going. But it was getting late and your parents just decided to hit the hay. You wistfully waved goodbye. As he did the same.

That was 4 months ago. In those 4 months it wasn’t like much had changed, on some mornings you’d see him on his porch while you were about to drive to your classes. “Mornin’ darlin’..” That Southern drawl doing something to you that you never wanted.

Or in late afternoons when you’d return and he’d shoot you a friendly wave. Nothing much. But it wasn’t until 2 months ago when you found out a hack.

You see, your room had a BIGG ass window going straight into his backyard. Windows tinted by your careful parents that didn’t want your previous neighbor accidentally peaking through.

You could see out, while he couldn’t see in, and it was perfect. You viewed him from a distance when he was outside just kinda doing whatever. Mowing his small patch of grass, sunbathing, working on whatever carpentry thing he was doing, or even catching him working out a bit.

And every time you looked outside was another time when you had to bite back a moan and stop yourself from thinking something perverted, still, your thoughts got the better of you always and you would always just have to calm that itch.

Don’t get me wrong! Every time after you felt guilty, but DAMN WAS HE FINE. As you were knuckles deep you couldn’t stop imagining what he would actually be like. Was he one of those rough lovers? Or was he gentle? You couldn’t, and honestly, didn’t wanna know. You basked in the fact that you knew almost nothing about his personal life, and that left an open hole for you to fill.

Now it’s Spring Break, like I said over a dozen times. The breeze was cool and it wasn’t hot, at all, thank the lord. You opened the window to catch it, staring up at the clouds before going right back to scrolling on your phone. The house being a bit quiet since your parents were out on a little getaway while your brother stayed playing games in the room across from yours.

In your little daze you had then heard the sound of a door shutting and a radio being turned on. The song playing was just something old school, you couldn’t really tell, but it was kinda catchy.

Turning your head to the window you then saw him in his backyard. Tight grey t-shirt, a pair of dark denim jeans, and boots? Oh whatever you weren’t gonna judge. Judging no, but staring, yeah. You watched as he sat in an old chair, chiseling away at some wood sculpture he’s got going on.

Every time he chipped down on that thing you just couldn’t rope your eyes away from his fatass forearms and biceps. And that watch on his wrist made you CRAZYYYY.

No more watching, you thought, no more. You needed to talk to him, I mean, you knew he probably wouldn’t think something like that of you but, it was just friendly talk? Right? And you didn’t wanna lose a chance considering how many ladies were after him. I mean, there was no way, all the moms, married and divorced fancied him a bit too much. Even your own mom had said something about his looks.

“Hi Mr. Miller!!”

You yelped from your window, heart racing. He looked around for a minute, wondering where the hell it was coming from before his attention turned to you and he sighed in relief.

“Phew.. Oh hey hon, thought the angels were callin’ me for a minute.. How ‘ya doin’?”

Your heart pumped more than it should.

“Fi-Fine Mr. Miller!! Just wanted to feel the breeze today, I really like the Spring ‘cause of it!!”

Stuttering over your words you itched, hoping you didn’t sound stupid. Thankfully no one else heard around you, just him and you alone, it felt, romantic almost to talk to him from between a window and a brick fence.

“Yeah, yeah the weather is real good ‘round here.. But what’cha doin? Shouldn’t ya be at classes?..”

You shook your head.

“No no, I’m on break!”

You would be out with friends right now, but they were all busy for the first few days so you had a lotta free time. He gave you an ‘aaa’ and nodded, smiling cause he forgot something so obvious. There was a moment of quiet, a moment of just radio silence between you two before you spoke up.

“Would you like a popsicle? We have cherry, blue raspberry, lemon, or grape!!”

Please say yes please say yes…

“Well I wouldn’t mind allat much, come on over.. Oh and, any is fine..”

YESSSSSSSS!!

You nodded and closed your window, quickly grabbing two of them from the fridge before stopping at the door.

“Imma bring the neighbor a snack!! Don’t worry if I’m gone too long!!!”

You yelled to your brother before he dismissed you.

The gate that entered into his backyard was right next to your own front door so it wasn’t hard to get in. Slipping through the opened bars as you placed both treats down on his table.

“Hi Mr. Miller..”

You already said that, stupid. You beat yourself up. He looked you up and down, not judging, just kind of analyzing your look. You weren’t the most dressed if being honest. But like why would you? You were lazing around at home so all you were gonna be wearing was a loose striped tank and lounge shorts. He’s lucky this wasn’t one of those days where you were just in your underwear.

“Hi darlin’”

He smiled before taking one off the table. Unwrapping the white packaging to reveal a grape one. He smiled and licked a line, then took a big chunk outta it. Eugh. I mean, you could get used to it.

He let the stick rest in his hands as he sighed a good relief.

“Shoot.. Didn’t know how much I needed that, thanks sugar..”

He smiled.

Andddddd your panties already wanted to drop to the floor.

“Oh no problem Mr. Miller, I mean, you were all hot so I couldn’t just leave you there.. We have a whole ton, we just kinda don’t get around to eating them all..”

He nodded, watching you as you began to unwrap yours as well. Cherry. And now he knew he had to be subtle with his looks.

Unconsciously you began to suck the popsicle like any normal human being, but something inside you said to make it super extra. And you weren’t gonna stop your mind. So you did, making a bit of extra noise as you engulfed in the cherry flavor. Letting it go with a pop and resting it along your tongue.

Aw man.. It was gonna be harder to hold back than he wanted it to be. Ya see, Joel was an honest and polite man. WHO hadn’t been with a woman in many years. And if being honest, he sorta thought you were cute ever since he moved in. Watching you stand awkwardly next to your welcoming family and toying with the fabric of your hoodie on that cold Winters day. And ever since then he savored every moment he saw you.

On your way to class every morning? He made sure he was up early enough to see it. Coming home in the evening? Finding every excuse to be outside. And by doing so he managed to notice very subtle things about you. He noticed how in the mornings you would stumble on your porch steps going down. And when you’d come back sometimes you forgot to roll up your window.

He got so desperate to see you more that sometimes he’d drop by to ask your mom or dad if they wanted to have a barbecue. But you were always busy with class or friends, your brother the same if not on his computer, and your parents at work. He tried many many times, but every time no luck. So now that he was getting the chance to finally see you after some brief meetings. AND SO CLOSE, AND SUCKING A POPSICLE. Like a dream come true.

Also. Those windows. You see, tinted windows work good, unless there is an inner light source. Usually he couldn’t see in, but when even a lamp was on, he could just barely make out your body. Sneaking glimpses while in his backyard as he watched you change, just barely being able to make out the arch of your back and the plumpness of your boobs. You, of course were completely oblivious because “oh I have tinted windows he can’t see”

He saw you do many things other than change too like: study, draw, dance, take pictures of yourself, normal stuff But what he was super guilty about, he’d caught you masturbating. It was supposed to be a one time thing when he saw you do it, but every single time you did, you kept those curtains open and a lamp on.. And he couldn’t help but he see. He hated that he saw, and he hated how rock hard it got him… He hated how perverted to made him feel, hating how he would have to palm himself in his jeans while inconspicuously staring. Yet, he loved how you looked when you did it.

Back on the popsicle thing, the act in itself wasn’t dirty, but this old man had thoughts and these thoughts were dangerous. His mind wandered to you sucking his dick, he wanted to know what it would feel like for your pouty lips to wrap around the length. Biting his tongue, he took another nibble at his own popsicle, gripping the stick in frustration.

This was gonna be a long talk if he kept imagining you like this, he couldn’t just latch on, no way a girl as pretty as yourself would be down with an old man like him. But, that’s all you wanted. You wanted him as much as he wanted you and that’s what made it awkward.

You kept on with the popsicle, dragging it down your mouth and almost choking on it. When he saw, and heard it, it was almost like his whole world was about to collapse and he could feel his pants get a bit tight. He tried to tuck it under his palm, and even pull his shirt down, but no luck. He knew it was sorta obvious, and he hoped and prayed you didn’t notice. But it was hard. And painful to see and hear you going crazy on that thing. Thank the lord his morals were strong because if they were any weaker, he’d jump all over you and admit his feelings right then and there.

“Well- Why don’t ya come inside?.. I need to go in anyway and grab my sandpaper..”

He needed a distraction so he could get this thing away.

He almost stuttered, and that made him all the more attractive. You liked how real he seemed, he wasn’t all tough and angry and shallow all the time, he was just someone.

And with a quick nod you stepped in through his sliding glass door. Inside was, cute actually. Think of like a house stuck in 2008, that’s what it was. Something of the sort you’d see in a Tuscan style home.

A warm yellow light emitted from the lamp and everything was a bit messy, but it seemed so perfectly messy that you thought it was set up. Lining the walls you saw pictures of him, his daughters, and pictures of them together. Then the trophies they won, it was cute to see all of them in a nice glass display, which mind you, looked freshly dusted so you knew he cared a LOT about those girls.

“I’ll be searchin’ for it, don’t go lookin’ where you shouldn’t alright?..”

He gave you a lopsided smile, you nodded and sat down on his couch. Swaying your feet back and forth to distract from the fact you were IN HIS HOUSE. A glimpse into his more personal life.

As soon as he saw you sit down he ran into his bathroom and locked the door. Taking a few deep breaths, he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and almost ripped his boxers. Letting his cock out, he leaned back against the cold marble sink. It was wrong. It was dirty to jerk off to the memory of you sucking a popsicle, guilt overwhelmed him, but something else overwhelmed him and that was lust.

He hadn’t been this hard in a longgg time. He forgot how painful the strain was, and he forgot just how sensitive it got. Using his left hand to cover his mouth he gripped the base, jolting before aggressively stroking it. He had a pattern for this kinda thing, and a specific way he did it because he knew it felt good. But not with you, not now. The throbbing hurt so bad that he just HAD to go off the rails. Thrusting his hips into his hand to match the pace.

“You feel too good darlin’..”

His muffled groans not going unnoticed by you. He didn’t realize how loud he was. But they just kind of sounded like frustration from your distance. And they were, but not in the way that you thought. And damn if those noises weren’t making you wet. A small buzz of pleasure roped through your body and into your mind when you heard those groans. Imagining all sorts of dirty things and your daydreams were gonna go CRAZY now that you knew what he could sound like.

Thighs clenching together you fought the urge to touch yourself. That would be gross, your in his living room, on his couch, in his home, listening to some non specific groaning noises. Touching yourself to that would be obscene. But. He was taking a long time, you could just rub yourself over your lounge shorts. Like, he wouldn’t even notice!!

Slowly you looked around and spread your legs. Hands traveling to the thin material outside of the shorts. Your head turned left and right, trying to make sure sure you wouldn’t get caught. Your hands finally reached the apex of your thighs as you rubbed in neat circles, listening to the non discript groaning from down the hall. A twitch shakes your legs before you finally get a pattern going, clockwise and then counter-clockwise.

You’d imagined him on top of you before, it wasn’t a crazy thing to imagine, but something about this was more evil and made you feel even nastier. You were in his house, listening to him. That was crazy, this was crazy in itself but it didn’t seem to matter or care. You used your free hand to grip onto the throw blanket just kind of hanging off the cushions and stabilized yourself.

Meanwhile he was gripping onto his lower jaw to make sure he didn’t let out a moan that could shake the whole house. Precum dripped down from his tip and his breath was heavy and heaving.

“Her lips.. Her lips.. Damnnit why couldn’t she just bring me a soda or something.. Why’d it hafta be a popsicle..”

Mumbling on and on to himself while you were making sure nothing left your mouth. Hoping and praying that the door wouldn’t swing open all of a sudden and that he could see you doing this. The shorts not much more of a layer than your panties, so you pretty much felt it right on you.

You could feel the wetness on your panties stick to your skin. And how the fabric acted as a second skin considering how thin it was. You could even feel the hardness of your clit when you rubbed.

“Mr. Miller…”

A moan escaped your lips.

You heard the groaning stop, the sound of a sink being turned on and off, and the sound of a lock being fumbled with.

AHHHHH

Quickly, faster than you ever had before you jolted upright and threw the blanket to the side. Rubbing your hand on your tank top just incase and flattening your hair down so it didn’t look like you had just been jerking on his couch.

He walked out, disheveled and panting. His pants a bit crinkled, belt gone, and his right hand soaked in water?

“Coul— Couldn’t seem to find the sandpaper.. Any-anyway why’d ya call? Somethin’ happen? Ya see a roach?”

He could have used that to jerk off more, but he knew that it would get way too obvious if he stayed in there so long.

He stared you up and down, raising a brow at your frazzled appearance. As well as the fact that your tank top was bunched up at the bottom, while simultaneously the strap on your left shoulder was falling down and almost revealed your chest.

“You alright?.. You look like you just swam for the Olympics.. And you look a little warm..”

He began to get closer.

“I’m fine.. But.. Why is one of your hands wet..?”

You looked at him with curious eyes, there were two reasonable explaintions. The sandpaper was in a tub of water, or his hand got super dirty while looking so he had to wipe it off. But. Another reason that seemed more likely came to your mind.

No way he was touching himself though? Thats stupid. Why would he? It’s just you and him around.

“Well I asked you first didn’t I? So why? Why ar’ you soundin’ like you just did 20 laps?..”

He was well played. And you had to lie. Something logical.

“Well.. I saw a bug and I ran around trying to avoid it.. Plus it was mad hot..”

He gave you a knowing look.

“The AC is well and on. And I don’t get bugs. Trust me I’d know..”

He got more suspicious now.

He sighed and sat down next to you, leaning back against the fabric and giving you a gentle smile.

“Look if you were snoopin’ and didn’t wanna get caught, I’d rather you just sa—“

“I was touching myself.”

You blurted out.

Silence.

“Haa?”

You weren’t that good at keeping secrets, or lying. It left such a guilty conscience on your mind that you just always HAD to let it out. Popping his ear just to clear.

“Repeat that for me again? Didn’t— AHEM— Didn’t quite hear that..”

He took a deep cough in the middle of his sentence. Hoping and praying what you said was a fluke. But deep down. He wanted it to be true.

“I was.. Touching.. Myself.”

Guilt racked you and made you admit it. He furrowed his brows together in confusion and began to chuckle. Slapping his knee as his cheeks filled with a slight blush. He couldn’t BELIEVE what this girl had just said. And why?!

“FOR WHY?!”

He gave you a smile and was trying not to laugh. But damn was he bad at that. He only laughed because this was so awkward. You were looking down at your thighs in shame and regret. To make sure he didn’t see those tears of embarrassment, and to make sure you didn’t leave a wet stain on his couch.

“I don’t wanna tell.. It’s too embarrassing..”

Majorly strained voice, no higher than a whisper. He patted your back.

“Look I ain’t gonna tell your family, so just spit it out.. Whatever ya say is safe with me, Kay”

His warm look was enough to make you wanna say everything.

“I heard you.. Groaning and when I did I just kinda.. Went from there and.. Maybe it’s cause I always thought you were nice looking, but I couldn’t help myself.”

Oversharing.

“I’m reallll sorry Mr. Miller…”

His look got even more confused when he listened to your explanation. You thought he was ATTRACTIVE?! His heart burst but he had to keep quiet.

Clearing his throat he shook his head.

“Look.. It’s okay.. It’s normal for college students to have weird crushes like this.. No big deal. I won’t tell nobody just.. Just don’t do something wreckless again like that, a’right? And especially not in their house..”

You nodded. He smiled and you smiled.

“I didn’t cum.. If that makes you feel any better”

He almost died right then and there.

“And why are you tellin’ me that?”

Quiet. This was like some bad porno. To be honest you wanted it to end that way.

“What? You tellin’ me you didn’t cum so I can finish the job?..”

You nodded.

“Maybe..”

His face got even more confused, as well as shocked. WHAT. This was a joke, some sick kinda joke that would end up on the internet.

He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. Giving a lopsided smile he exhaled.

“Oh quit playin’.. This isn’t what you want.. I’m sure there’s some nice, smart, intellectual college boy you’ve got wrapped round ya finger..”

You never found the boys at your college attractive. I mean, some of them were mighty fine. But none of them like him. None of them had that same southern twang, none of them had that muscle to them, none of them had grey around the beard and the scalp.

None of them were him.

“Didn’t wan’ em.. Didn’t fit my criteria, they didn’t look like you..”

He itched at his head. Crouching over and resting his shoulders on his knees. What the hell WHAT THE HELLLLL. This was a test of his morals. Sure they were strong, stronger than anyone you had ever met. But. He was weak when it came to a pretty thing like yourself.

His mind flashed with images of you before this incident. Seeing you walk out the house with a ribbon in your hair and watching it almost fly off in the breeze. The bandana you wore like some kinda farm girl on the way to the store. That gaze you gave him during one of your neighborhood block parties from afar. How you wouldn’t latch your eyes off of him while taking a sip of your soda.

Then it hit him. You were always looking for, or looking at him. Atleast, during the times you came across each other. He remembered it now.

Your stares when he mowed his lawn. Batting your lashes at him when you came over to borrow some batteries. That extra long look you gave him before getting in your car, taking a rather long time to get into the drivers seat.

And how all those times you bit your lip when you caught him fixing something in his front yard. It wasn’t just his imagination. It was real, a sign almost to OH LORD SHE WANTS ME.

He sat up and sighed, looking at your unsuspecting face just kind of admiring his features.

“Okay, alright.. Tell ya what. I’ll.. Finish you off. But don’t expect it to be good.. I’m all rusty on my skills.. AND. You cannot tell NOBODY.”

You looked even more shocked what he said yes. WHAT. You thought you were gonna get kicked out, or worse, he’d tell your family and they’d totally throw you out. NOT THAT HE WAS GONNA HELP YOU BUST?!

He studied your expression. Waiting for a “yes”, or a “no ew back the hell up old perv”

But the look you gave him was worse. It was needy, a downturned brows kinda look with a pouty lip.

“I don’t expect nothing big.. I just want you.. Please Mr. Miller.. If it’s not too much trouble.. I won’t tell anybody, not anyone at all..”

GRAHHHHH. That look on your face and your tone made him fall all over himself and want to loose it. But he stayed strong.

“Right. Uh.. Shorts off, leave them panties on..”

He got nervous. And you could already tell how tight his jeans were getting.

You nodded, shimmying off that flimsy excuse for shorts and leaving them on his floor. Spreading your legs and sitting. Just waiting.

He knew he had to be gentle. No way someone like you could handle something rough is what ran through his mind.

He got closer. Grabbing you by your waist and settling you on his left leg. He lifted you like you were a vine of grapes. RELEASE MEEE.

Letting his left hand rest on your ass while the other gentle began to itch up your thigh. He noticed the wet stain on your panties. So you weren’t lying.

“You know how these things go right?.. I’d assume so..”

You knew, from fanfiction and the internet of course. And even in real time. You didn’t have many encounters with sex, maybe once or twice, but never had they given you what you wanted.

“Mhm.. I’ll be good..”

Whispering to him. He groaned.

“Jesus you can’t say stuff like that..”

You felt the bulge in his pants. Holy flip.

Well, feel was an overstatement. It was lightly grazing you. But even from that graze you could already tell he was ROCKKKK.

His hand finally stopped roaming up your thigh and slipped to the waistband of your cream colored panties. Pulling them down so they stopped at your knee. He watched as you spread them wider, slightly grinding into the fabric of his jeans and his muscular thigh.

“I’m gonna start now..”

He took a deep breath and brought his middle and pointer finger to your sopping cunt. Not putting them in but just feeling around at your folds.

You gasped, still sensitive from just a few minutes ago. You looked down, watching his move them around and gather up your arousal on his digits. His grip on your ass firm.

He began to lead his fingers round your clit, running circles clockwise, then counterclockwise. It was like your usual pattern, but for some reason, it felt so much more intense. You fought back your moans, trying not to scream out his name just yet.

He noticed this and began to press firmly against your clit, causing a shock to your body that made your jerk.

“Now stop all that.. No one’s home and you’re not gonna be that loud to the point the neighbors are gonna hear.. If you keep holding back those noises I’ll stop right now..”

His voice got gruff. Like his jaw was clenching or something. You gave him a nod and started to let out soft whimpers. Soft whimpering that seemed so loud because you were so damn close. So close that when you leaned back for support he was right there, a strong body for you to rest on while he did the work.

He applied pressure on your clit by pinching your pussy together. Honestly you couldn’t even consider it pinching because it was so gentle. Hips wriggling, it was an involuntary action.

His technique was good, and his calloused fingers added a bit of texture to it too. He wasn’t rusty at all. I mean. He could go pro with it, and that was just from his FINGERS.

Your breathing got heavy and you turned your eyes to the side, pleading with him silently.

He got the message, snaking his fingers down to your hole before he put his middle finger in. So he was the slow type. The type that took his time with ladies. And you lived for that. You lived for a man that could wait. And he was willing to wait all he wanted, just for you to cum.

His middle finger rested there. Setting in between your walls before he moved it out and in inch by inch. He started slow, not moving it out too much, more just shaking it inside. But as he noticed you relax, that’s when he began to really put in the work.

His fingers were thick, like, hella thick. So you already felt pretty full. Hand gripping his grey tee as your mouth fell agape, you couldn’t believe how it felt. It didn’t feel real in all honesty.

“Feels like your bouta’ rip my finger off..”

He looked down at your hands, your fingers not small, but not nearly as big and thick as his. He pitied you for that. He thought, if you had just come to him sooner, he’d help you out. He’d soothe the ache between this poor girls legs.

He laughed, pushing that middle digit in and out. This time, eliciting actual moans from you rather than just whimpers. This was his way of coaxing you into it, opening you up, stretching you out type thing.

“Were you turnin’ that light on and leaving the curtains open on purpose?..”

He instigated, gaining a bit of confidence by the way you were reacting to his consistent pace. You could just HEARRR it in his tone, not cocky, just more self assured in his ways. Slowly but surely he began to tease the second finger around. Not putting it in just yet but waiting for the right moment.

“Well.. Did ya?.. I won’t tell.. Just admit it. You left it open on purpose huh?..”

You couldn’t even register what he was talking about before he slipped the his pointer finger in as well. Now being filled up twice as much as before. You moaned, loud. Loud enough for it to give a small echo.

“I-I didn’t mean to.. I just—-I guess I did want you to see at some point..”

You shamefully admitted. Barely able to speak through that last moan. At some point you did just stop caring if he saw or not. You didn’t mind. You just didn’t expect him to be looking.

He nodded. Then began pumping his fingers inside again. He watched as your eyes glued shut and your mouth stayed open. Letting out terrible noises you would have never thought would come out.

“This fulfill your little nighttime fantasy?.. Your fantasy of getting finger-fucked by your neighbor who’s way too old to be doin’ this? Yeah? That it?”

He started to get really talkative, and the more he talked the more he pumped. The pace was getting fast and it wasn’t painful at all. It felt like heaven. You felt full with just his two fingers deep inside and his coarse palm rubbing against your clit. He would pump, then break to cup your warmth, then keep pumping again. He was even better than you imagined.

“Mhm mhm!!”

You nodded in ecstasy. Your squirming became unbearable and you were unconsciously grinding into his thigh. Leaving a fairly noticeable wet spot on the denim jeans that he would enjoy looking at later.

“Full Mr. Miller…”

Whining out. But that was the opposite. It was too little. You hadn’t even came yet but you knew that when you did, it wouldn’t be enough. His fingers were good, but they could only last you so long before you needed something bigger. You didn’t wanna be greedy though, so you tried to shut your mouth.

“Aww I know I know.. Angel can’t handle it can she?..”

You hadn’t seen this side of him. He wasn’t being mean or condescending. But he was being talkative, and, not all awkward or lonesome. He was good at dirty talk, dangerously good. His fingers began to do a scissoring motion inside of you which made your body tense and shift on his lap.

He kissed your cheek softly. Going from there to down the side of your neck and resting on the back where he left soft pecks and little love bites. He was careful though, careful not to make anything too noticeable.

“Can’t hold it.. Mr. Miller please-“

You pleaded. You had felt your body tighten in a specific way that you knew. Throwing your head back against his shoulder he lifted his head up and nodded.

Chuckling innocently before ramming his fingers in as deep as they could, before pumping them in and out and in and out. He knew and he just wanted to mess with you for a little. Almost immediately after he gave you the go you came undone. Back arching up and body bucking into his palm, throwing your hips in rotation to ride out your orgasm.

And he watched it alll. He knew how you looked when you came, but this was with an added kick because he was right here, and the one doing it. Made him prideful. He waited till you came down back on his thigh again before pulling them out and tapping your wet sex with his palm.

It was between a tap and a slap, not hard, but not soft. It let a few extra jolts to come out of your body and even gave him a couple mewls of pleasure.

You caught your breath, letting yourself go limp against him. Turning your head fully to face him he turned to face you as well.

And you looked a mess.

Frazzled hair, droopy-teary eyes, downturned brows, a line of drool seeping from the side of your lips. All that combined with your heaving chest and dripping slit, he couldn’t have wanted a better sight.

He took his wet fingers and brought them to his lips. Licking them clean.

You always had cringed at the thought of someone doing that, but now you started seeing the appeal..

“You did so good sugar.. Took it so well..”

He patted your stomach.

Smiling.

But..

“Mr. Miller..”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me.”

Your voice way needy, strained, and desperate. As well as coming out of the blue. He gave you wide eyes and a reassuring stare.

“I don’t think you can handle it.. You’re worn out and I don’t want you to over-exhaust yourself.. It might hurt..”

He was so kind, so genuine. But you didn’t care about that right now. Right now, what you needed was to bounce on it crazy style.

“Mr. Miller, please I really need it.. I was good wasn’t I?.. I took it all in without complaining..”

In his eyes, that was a heck of a good argument. He sighed and smiled. Resting you against the couch before standing up, stretching his back like he had strained it or whatever. Old man..

He then walked over to the side table next to the couch, rummaging through before finding a silver packaged condom.

You watched his hands go to the zipper of his pants, unzipping the fly and hopping out of his jeans. Then bringing his boxers down to his knees slowly, his cheeks turning a soft red.

“Been a while since someone’s seen me all nude.. Ain’t nothin’ impressive..”

Nothing impressive was such a fat lie. IT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS HEAVYYYYY. Around 6 inches, but thick in girth, with a vein running up the side.

He didn’t shave, no surprise there. Didn’t really expect him to anyway.

“It’s not gonna fit, no way no way…”

You gasped, he chuckled, blushing even more at almost nothing.

He grabbed the condom again and ripped the packaging with ease, taking it out and slowly putting it on his length. And that thing was SOLID. It scared you a TON. He was hung, and thick, a dangerous combination.

He walked closer towards you, grabbing from under your armpits and lifting you too him.

“Up and at ‘em..”

He smiled, once again lifting you like you didn’t weigh a single pound.

Your head spun when he did, still a bit woozy from just having an orgasm not more than 6 minutes ago. He made you wrap your legs round his waist, one hand holding you by your waist while the other cradled the back of your head in such a doting way.

“I’m bouta put it in.. But slow, can’t have you in pain now can I?”

He leaned over to kiss under your eye.

He slowly began to adjust you to line your hole up with his dick. You whined, even just that small amount of contact made you all sensitive. His smirk got bigger before he slowly placed the tip in.

And when he did, IT HURTTT. Like I said he was girthy, so it already felt like he was splitting you down the middle.

You leaned into him, head burying against his shoulder and nails leaving crescent shaped indents on his back through the shirt. He patted your back, whispering.

“Ya want me to take the time, or just get it all over with?”

“All— All over with.. Pleasth..”

Your words came out in a drunk tone, with most of your pronunciation being slurred through pain and pleasure.

Anxiously, he let both his hands firmly grip your waist, digging his fingers into the soft of your skin.

You heard him mumble to himself “3, 2, 1!..” and as soon as it hit one he pushed it all in. Using his stupidly strong arms to pull you down onto him completely.

It was such a strange feeling, a sharp pain. A full feeling dwelled within you. Your mouth fell agape and bit into his clothed shoulder. A circular spit stain left on the grey color. The crescents on his back got deeper, he felt them prick and just hoped you didn’t knick his skin. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes, slowly making yourself turn your head up to face him with a teary and pained expression.

Now looking at him. And here you were.

Where you had wanted to be for the part 4 months.

He saw the tear and have you a pouty smile, kissing it away before then going to kiss your cheek, then the cheek kiss got lower and fully reached your lips. He pulled you into an intense kiss, tongue wrapping around his as you kissed him back with that same amount of passion.

He could smell your candy scented perfume and you swore he got harder, might’ve been impossible but you swore it happened

He had all the skills for intimacy, but he never got to use it. And now he was finally getting it to good use. The deeper he kissed you the more you felt your eyes roll back, not closed anymore, but barely able to see anything except the ceiling and pure white.

He pulled away from the kiss regretfully, but needing to catch his breath or else he’d suffocate and die.

“How’s it feel? Still hurtin’?”

Taking a hand to place on top of your head, he really was a caring man. And on top of that he was big. Arms big, legs big, cock big, it was all too good to be true.

“A little..”

You winched, it was painful but by the second the pain was slowly melting away the more you got used to be.

“If it’s too much I’ll pull out—“

You shook your head. You both stayed there for a moment. His hands holding you up while your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. Staring into each others soul. His barely hanging on expression while you already looked fucked out. It was peaceful, till he gripped your waist again and shot you a look.

You took the look and understood, giving him the thumbs up before slowly pulling you up. Whining in pain, but the pain was only a little by this time. Now it was just pleasure.

Watching as he began to slowly bounce you up and down, it started small, not pulling you up any much more than an inch. Watching as the veins on his hands begin to pop out as he held himself back and held you up.

He reached the deepest part of your walls, tears spilling from your eyes from the intense warm feeling. He watched them fall.

“Aw it’s okay.. You’re alright baby.. I’m here I’m here..”

He spoke with that reassuring tone that itched the best place inside of you, you didn’t know why. He was so kind in this moment, so different than the people you had previously been with. Maybe this was why people liked older guys? How they knew how to treat a lady, how they knew which spots to hit. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes. It didn’t really stop the water works but it stilled them for a moment.

“Move me more… I wanna move more, more..”

Whiny, needy, and pathetic tone. Wanting to hold onto something, so your hand ran through the back of his hair.

Shaking his head again, like some type of habit he repositioned his hands. Both of them held the area under your knees and gripped to keep it stable. Slowly, he began to bounce you up and down. With every single thrust you felt so incredibly full. Like your walls were molding to fit his.

It was so weird..

To hear the noises, to hear his labored breathing, to hear your own moans. It was so scary when you realized that he was literally actually seriously fucking you. How the hell were you gonna explain this to your family? Friends even..

But that was pushed to the back part of your mind when you felt his pace quicken a bit inside of you. You didn’t know how he could do that, I mean, you were airborne, and he was able to bounce you crazy. Something about you made his stamina grow back x20. He did watch porn on the occasion, but got tired of it real fast. It was so fake, so stupid, but you. You were real. You were able to give him that crazy hard on from just a gaze.

“That fast enough for ya doll?.. Yeah, ain’t it?..”

A deep chuckle came from his throat. This is what he needed. Sure he wasn’t that guy that only chased after girls below his age, and when he first began to realize how cute you were he was completely wracked with anguish. Now that was all down the drain with your pussy wrapped round his cock, begging and crying for him.

You could barely respond to his question, if you did open your mouth all you’d do was moan. So you lazily nodded as he bucked his hips into your own. The hair above his cock and his happy trail rubbing against your clit every time he bounced you up and down. It added an extra sensation that warmed your nerves.

You were slick, messy, dirty, your tank top barely hanging on with every last string of fabric. And he was no better. He was even worse if you could go that far.

His pace relentless. Upper arms tightening and veins popping out every single time. His shirt sleeves almost ripping. You felt like a ragdoll the way he was moving you. And worst of all, you liked feeling like a ragdoll.

Suddenly you felt your back get a bit warm, his ac was on, so what was that about? Then you noticed the light reflecting off his skin that wasn’t covered by you. In fear you turned your head around to see the window WIDE OPEN NO CURTAINS WHATSOEVER.

It was on the side of his house so you didn’t have to worry too much about that, but something else wracked you. Heart dropping when you realized his living room window faced almost directly across from your brothers bedroom window. He noticed your expression and turned to see it too.

But. He didn’t stop…

Infact his grip got even worse to the point where you thought red hand marks were gonna be left under your legs.

“Ahh he ain’t gonna notice.. Too busy on the game..”

You protested, well, almost protested before he clicked his tongue. Taking his left and gripping your lower jaw to turn his face towards him. The grip was firm but not painful, just very stern. He wanted you to look at him, and he wanted you to look at him real good. To distract you from everything else and to only look at him. I mean. He was the one inside of you.

The risk of getting caught only heightened the experience. Teary eyes staining his grey fabric and hands. He continued to pound into you like a man starved, cause he was. The sound of wet skin slapping filled his living room and the smell of both your signature scents were a nice mix to eachother. But you could barely breathe so how were you gonna be able to tell?

“Should’a made a move on me angel.. You can’t even imagine how cute you are to me..”

Feverish tone, with every pump elicited a guttural moan. Globs of spit oozed from the side of your mouth and your hair bounced with every thrust. Tears couldn’t falling. It was so intimate. You felt the insides of your body tighten and a familiar hot feeling take over your body.

That same feeling you felt when you were just about done touching yourself. But this time it felt more intense, like it hurt.

Your pussy tightened around his twitching length as your gaze tried to focus on his.

“Gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

You begged quicker than you ever had before in your life. Even though you were majorly out of breath, and your vision blurred, you knew you had to hold on to make sure this orgasm really counted.

“You can you can.. I’m right here so cum..”

He used that warm tone and reached a hand down in between your legs, careful not to lose his balance with one hand and drop you. His fingers began to move back and forth around your clit while the pace got heavy and fast.

He was evil for that, evil for his fingers on your clit and evil for the pace change. And then it hit.

This was unlike any kind of orgasm you had ever done to yourself before. Not like the ones with your vibrator, not like the ones with your finger, and not like the ones with your previous relationships. This was something entirely and completely strange, more intense.

The wave of pleasure hit you like a ton of bricks. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled to the very back of your head. You could swear you saw stars. Body twitching, hands gripping tightly to his shirt, and toes curling. You couldn’t stop twitching for what felt like hours, but in reality it was probably just a few seconds. A stifled moan left your mouth that was silent, loud moan, silence, and then a loud moan again. Like your voice was scratchy.

He stared at you when you came, and he thought you were the prettiest thing of them all. Even with red eyes and saliva dribbling down your chin. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the glossy sheen in your pupils. The tear drops staining your half fallen tank top, his hands, your legs, and his own t shirt. A bead of sweat dripped down your forehead, shining on your skin. You couldn’t stop crying. Not because of pain, but pleasure, overwhelming, aching pleasure.

The intense emotions too. You had just come on your neighbors dick? The neighbor you wanted but thought you could never have.

You regained most of your sight as you latched yourself into his body, skin to skin as he was almost pushed back onto his sofa. But he stood his ground, letting you wrap your arms around him as he did the same. Didn’t stop him from rutting into you though.

“Ya done good girl..”

He spoke in a gruff way before his thrusts got incredibly sloppy. Overall stopping when his full length was completely wrapped around your body. He felt his own orgasm shiver every last nerve. Something about the way you clung into him after you had just came made him cum even faster. If he really wanted to, he could have gone for hours without cumming but he knew that would be selfish and he didn’t want you to wait it out for that long.

When his breath stilled and your breathing was just about controlled. He stumbled back and sat on his cushions. Not worrying how his bare skin was against it. He’d worry about that next time.

“I’m gonna pull out-“

He mumbled. When you did your grip on his body only got stronger and he laughed. Doing that stupid shaking head habit before realizing you were ATTACHED to him. He slowly began to move you up. Body limp so it was easier to move you.

Groaning and trying not to get hard again he did it slowly, you couldn’t help but moan and whine. You could have stayed with it inside you forever, but you knew it was better. He watched himself finally be released from your walls and he took off the latex condom. Tying it tightly and putting it somewhere on the floor. Not bothering it leave it anywhere else, because it sure as hell wasn’t gonna go on any kind of surface.

You both sat there. Tops on but bottoms off. You clingy closely to him while crying into his broad shoulder.

“Awh now why’re ya still cryin’? I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

He joked, but it was laced with worry, patting your back to calm you.

You shook your head.

“Mm mm.. Jus’.. Dunno..”

You didn’t know why you got so quiet, or why you couldn’t stop crying. You weren’t sad or nothing.

“Than’ yu…”

Words slurred and the aftershocks barely hit you. He stayed right there, still tapping your back. One because no way he was gonna get you off of him, but also because he wanted to be there. He wanted you to cling to him. He liked the feeling of your body on his.

“Your welcome lil’ lady…”

Still catching his breath. He used his free palm to press against his forehead.

“Ya gonna keep that window open from now on.. ‘Kay?.. Ya got that?..”

You nodded.

“Mhm.. I will.. I will…”

“Right on, angel.”

E.N: Holy flip this took me 20 trillion years. I LAUV JOEL MILLER I LAUV JOEL MILLER I LAUV JOEL MILLER. Let’s just sayyyyy I’m gonna lock in and keep writing. Next topic; GETO 🤤🤤. Also ignore how freaking chopped and rushed the ending is like I just didn��t know how to end it 💔💔💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀🥀

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