âLOVE THY NEIGHBOR.â
in which, NOLAN GRAYSON is a good man; he can't help but assist his neighbor in times of need. â§âËâŠĺ˝Ą includes: nolan grayson x fem!reader, mature content (17+) age gap (nolan - 40's [human years], reader -20's), spoiler alert nolan grayson is not a good man, finger sucking, manipulative!nolan grayson, cheating / infidelity, oral (f. receiving), prone bone, piv, semi-public sex, dirty talk, outdoor sex, making out, fingering, spit, coercive undertones, 4.1k words. â§âËâŠĺ˝Ą kinktober masterlist.
MOVING INTO your own home had consisted of a lot of things; learning which vacuums cleaned your rugs the best, how to change a lightbulb on your own, and even to fix a leaky faucet. the myriad of adult tasks you had suddenly become well acquainted with were simple-- standard for every newly young adult.
but the one thing you could not figure out for the life of you-- was how to work your lawn-mower. the instructions, you figured, mays well have been written in hieroglyphics. every tug and every shove you brought down onto the crappy machine didn't seem to whirl it to life, nor did it enlighten you on how to fix the stupid thing.
standing under the sweltering sun of late summer, you were slowly becoming more and more agitated at what was supposed to be a simple, mindless task. you swiped your forehead with the back of your hand, placing your free hand on your hip; the lawn-mower sat irritatingly still in the middle of your back-yard, amongst even more irritatingly long grass. it tickled your bare ankles mockingly, and the stillness of the wind had you gnawing on your bottom lip in frustration.
out of habit, you glanced upwards and out, at your neighbor's houses. being the youngest home-owner on the block had been intimidating when you moved in, and the daunting fact hadn't become any less scary despite you living in the neighborhood for just over a year. the only people you had really talked to-- beyond a simple greeting or nod-- were the graysons.
nolan, debbie, and their son mark. a kind enough family with a white-picket fence life. you had thought, though, their kindness was due to the fact that you were directly next to them; it would have been virtually impossible for either of you to ignore the other. so debbie had brought you some muffins your first week in your home, and mark (surely forced by his parents) had shoveled your drive-way a few times in the winter. kind, standard. simple.
the eldest man in the house, however, hadn't paid you much mind; he waved curtly when his departure for work aligned with yours, and, on rare occasions, would strike up conversation when you were lounging on your deck and he was outside barbequing.
( "how's work treating you, sweetheart?" he asked, eyes barely looking up from the slowly smoking grill in front of him. standing on his deck, he was more than tall enough to see into your entire back-yard; including you, sun-bathing calmly on a deck chair.
your stomach flipped; certainly, he was just being kind-- right? "well," you scoffed lightly, "it's definitely treating me."
nolan chuckled. it was deep, warm, alluring; from the back of his throat, shooting tingles up your spine. "oh, poor girl," you watched him load a serving dish with burger patties, "somebody 'oughta look after you. work shouldn't be so stressful at your age."
you had blinked twice, irises flickering past the rim of your sunglasses. "right," you agreed, cogs turning in your head-- stuck on the implication of his words.
before you could question him, you heard his barbeque close. "have a nice rest of your evening," he waved, before slinking past the sliding-glass doors back into his house.
you couldn't stop replaying the moment. the graysons were kind, but... were they that kind? )
beyond your simple interactions, you would see him with debbie sometimes. on her way out for work in the mornings, he'd kiss her good-bye; they sometimes ran together, in the late evenings of spring, and you'd watch them circle your neighborhood in minutes-- it was intimate in ways you couldn't describe. fulfilling. if the sun was high in the sky at juuust the right time-- you could peer into the window of their dining room from your own; debbie would set the table, and nolan would be right there, massaging her shoulders as she sat, thanking her for the food, pressing kisses to her hair-line like she was made of glass.
though you'd never admit it, something ugly and bitter would stew deep in your gut; if you hadn't known any better, you'd think your cheeks would have been tinted with a ferocious shade of green-- envy.
nonetheless, the graysons were your neighbors. they were kind people, simple in the most domestic of ways, and had offered a steady hand should you need it in your journey of being an adult.
you didn't feel like an adult now, you remarked inwardly, rolling your eyes at the lawn-mower in front of you. you kicked it again, the machine barely moving under the force of your impact-- and you heard a chuckle from behind you.
"i don't think beating the thing up is going to make it work, honey," nolan grinned, arms crossed over his chest. you could see he wore a simple polo-shirt, the fabric straining against his biceps and chest; standing on the edge of his deck and peering over at you in your yard, the older man looked more than amused.
"oh," you breathed out, slightly startled at his voice; your smile slowly bloomed across your face, though a mild embarrassment crawled up your neck. "i don't know what's wrong with the thing! it won't start up," you exasperate, as if to defend your physical outburst at the machine.
nolan's head tilted to the side softly, eyes squinting at your lawn-mower as if he could see what was wrong with it from all the way in his yard. "did you put fresh gasoline in it?" he questioned, only to laugh a little at your displeased reaction.
"give me more credit than that, mr. grayson," you huffed, and nolan brought his arms up apologetically.
"sorry, sweetheart," he mused, before beginning to walk towards the gate to his back-yard. "here," he said, voice still carrying easily through and above your fence despite the fact that you couldn't see him anymore, "unlock your gate. i'll take a look at it."
you hesitated for only a second, before jogging over to your back-yard's gate and pushing it open; nolan stood, waiting, on the other side. up close, his cologne swarmed your senses, and you could see the gray hairs peppered within his facial hair and at his hair-line. you swallowed, willing yourself to keep your eyes above his neck--regardless of how fucking good the older man looked. standing aside, you held lazily gestured for him to come into your backyard. as he passed, he smiled kindly at you, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving a good squeeze.
the touch should have been kind, simple. but it had your core fluttering, and your knees buckling ever so slightly.
to say that you hadn't been ogling at your neighbor since you had moved in would be a lie. the way his arms flexed when he carried groceries into the house, or the way he tinkered so confidently in his garage on hot summer days was down-right vulgar.
it made you angry, sometimes; knowing that a man that fine was so much older than you, and married, with a son closer to your age than you'd like to admit; that he was something you couldn't have. when it was late at night though, and you were achingly alone in the confinements of your house-- you'd let your mind wander.
wander to all the ways you could play house with that married man; wander to the positions he'd bend and fold you into, wander to the filthy pledges he'd make to you while so impossibly deep inside, and wander to--
"it's your air filter that's the problem," nolan's voice broke you from your day-dreaming, and your eyebrows raised slightly.
"...i didn't even know that lawn-mowers had air-filters."
nolan laughed. it was enchanting-- the way his shoulders moved, head tilted ever so slightly; you moved to sit on your deck, purposefully choosing to squeeze your thighs together, willing the dull ache in your cunt to go away.
get a grip, you thought.
"well, she's clogged," he mused, crouching down in front of your lawn-mower, fiddling with the mechanical parts. "i can fix her up for you."
nolan's offer was generous-- even through its mundanity. "are you sure?" you questioned, fingers rolling and unrolling between the strap of your tank-top absentmindedly. "wouldn't wanna be a bother,"
the man paused, glancing upwards at you. he studied your frame, your cheeks suddenly growing hot. "'course." nolan said easily. "you're not a bother at all. besides, i wasn't doing anything important-- just waiting for the missus to get home,"
debbie briefly crossed your mind at the mention of her, and something akin to guilt flashed through your system. you and nolan weren't doing anything (yet) but the situation you had found yourself in still felt dangerously taboo. "what about mark?" you ask, mouth working faster than your brain.
one of nolan's eyebrows arched upwards, and he stood from in front of your lawn-mower. slowly, perhaps even casually, he crossed the yard to stand in front of you; he peered down, his shadow casted over you like a blanket of naivety. you shivered, despite the heat that seemed to absorb everything around you. "what about him?" he asked.
"uh," you sputtered, unsure of what to say-- what excuse you had to be asking nolan about where his son currently was. it wasn't like you could just confess, so we don't get caught. "well y'know, maybe you have plans with him; i don't to, um, impose on that--"
nolan interrupted you with a light chuckle, before his right hand found your jaw-- cradling it in his grasp like you were the most delicate thing in the universe. heat shot up your spine at the contact. "at his part-time job," the man answered easily. maybe you were hearing things, going utterly insane, but his voice seemed to drop several octaves. "won't be home for a few hours."
your mouth dried up, words shriveling and dying in your throat underneath the intensity of his gaze.
"why're you asking, sweetheart?" nolan questioned, and the nick-name-- god it was supposed to be kind, simple, normal-- made the heat between your thighs thicken intensely.
"well i- uh," you swallowed, blinking up at him, with the wheels turning in your head furiously. "i just wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea-- with you being here n' all,"
"wrong idea?" nolan asked, using his grip to force your face upwards at him even further. "i don't know what you mean by that."
fuck you mr. grayson, you thought inwardly, because it was obvious nolan knew what you meant. it would be obvious to anyone-- blaringly so. a married man had his hand gripping the life out of his controversially younger neighbor's chin, standing before her like she owed him something; all the while his wife and son were painfully unaware of what was happening just one door over to their home.
anyone with a brain could see where this was headed; and the thought of that made you shamefully wet.
"yes you do." you countered, whisper falling from your lips in protest. "you know what this looks like, mr. grayson."
nolan paused, tongue darting out to wet his lips, before leaning down to bring himself to your eye-level. the scent of his after-shave invaded your senses. "i'm just here to help my neighbor out," he said carefully; his voice was not unkind, warmth seeping from every syllable, but the words held power, "unless you had other things in mind."
silently and without thought, your eyes darted to his saliva coated lips, before flickering back to his blue irises.
nolan laughed, a short exhale out through his nose. "i think you have the wrong idea, sweet girl," he whispered. "s' that why you're always so nervous around me? can't help your thoughts?"
you swallowed deeply, mouth parting ever so slightly. by the way nolan was looking at you, speaking to you-- you'd think he could hear every nervous beat of your heart; pumping erratically, out of control at the closeness between the both of you.
his thumb swiped dangerously close to your bottom lip, before resting on the plush fat of it; he paused, before sticking it in your mouth, letting it rest on your tongue.
the saltiness of his finger was bewitching, and against all morality and common sense-- you began to suck. nolan hummed, feeling your hot spit coat his digit with ease. "just say what you want, pretty. i'll give it to you."
reaching upwards, you grasped his wrist tightly-- yanking his hand from your mouth. "i can't," you fought lamely, breathlessly. "it- it's wrong, you're married,"
"hey, shh," he cooed, holding your cheeks gently in his big hand, inadvertently smearing your spit along the plump of your face, "don't think like that." nolan whispered, eyes lowering to your lips, "you're not the one doin' anything wrong, you just need some help," moving closer, his face was mere inches away from you own, his breath-- despite its warmth-- chilling against your lips. "let me help you, princess,"
your eyelashes fluttered, your face so close to his you were certain he could feel the way they brushed rapidly against his cheek. "mr. grayson," you protested weakly, your resolve crumbling hastily.
nolan shushed you gently again, before pressing his lips to yours. the man was warm, tasting like cinnamon and pungent cologne; the stubble on his chin grazed the silk of your skin clumsily as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss; an arm leaving its spot on the deck to wrap around his neck. nolan smelled faintly of oil from your lawn-mower, the tool sitting lifelessly in the middle of your lawn like a reminder of why the man currently kissing the daylights out of you had initially come over.
his tongue, eventually, swiped against your bottom lip-- and your mouth parted easily to allow him access inside. it was intrusive-- but grounding-- the way it over-powered yours, so sloppy and desperate. when he began to suck, a low sound from deep in your throat escaped from you. so measly, so willing; nolan grunted in return, before yanking you upwards by your forearms. you stood now on your tip-toes on the deck-- still connected to your neighbor by the lips.
when you pulled away, desperate for air-- (how had nolan gone so long without breaking away for oxygen?)-- nolan looked down at you with squinted eyes. his lips were plump, swollen from the kissing-- and you were certain yours looked the same. he grinned slightly, watching you pant, before whispering: "see? sweet girl just needed my help,"
you hummed shakily in return, still slightly dazed from the kiss. sweltering summer sun beat down onto your skin-- not adding to the already badgering heat of the situation. your eyes blinked slowly, looking upwards at the man, who looked quite pleased with himself.
"lay down," he urged, nodding towards the lawn; "m' not finished."
you did as he said without protest, the grass prickling your palms, thighs, and back as you laid against the earth. your heart-beat pounded in your ears, and your eyes briefly darted to the grayson's house beside your own. another intense wave of guilt launched itself over-top of you, and your eyes screwed shut as you watched nolan get on the ground as well. he laid in a sniper position, riiight between your thighs, his calloused palms running up and down them.
"what's wrong?" he questioned, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your knees and up your thighs.
you shivered, arousal pooling messily beneath your panties as he trailed his way up, up and up towards your pussy. "i feel bad,"
nolan's fingers hooked into your shorts, yanking them downwards and past your ankles with ease. your panties went along with them, and the harshness of the air against your cunt made you shiver. the man pressed an index-finger, long and thick, straight to your slit-- and he huffed.
"sweetheart," he started, dragging the digit from your clit to your hole achingly slow, "y'can't feel that bad; look at how soaked this pretty little cunt is for me."
you gasped, hips bucking at the stimulation of his finger against your folds. he repeated the action a few more times, reveling in the way your body responded so avidly to his touch. "i-i do," you insisted gently; though it all went out the window as nolan leaned forward onto his forearms and spat directly onto your pussy. you both watched it glisten crudely underneath the hot glare of the sun, the liquid trailing down your folds slowly.
"mhm," nolan hummed, clearly disbelieving, before pressing his mouth to your cunt immediately. his stubble prickled and scratched at your thighs as his jaw loosened against your cunt. your back arched off the grass wildly as he licked one looong flat stripe up your folds, maintaining eye-contact with you as if his life depended on it.
"o-ohh holy shit!" you yelped, fists clenching and unclenching as his lips latched onto your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud with passion.
nolan worked diligently, his tongue swiping across your folds before dipping into you and tongue-fucking you with vigor. he hummed and groaned against your skin, the taste of your slick intoxicating to the older man. reaching beside him, he yanked your legs over his shoulders, inadvertently reaching deeper within your sopping cunt. "that's it," he grumbled against your pussy, muffled by your flesh, "fuckin' taste so good for me; dripping on my face. i knew you needed this,"
you were thrashing wildly at his motions, fists meeting the firm soil beneath you repeatedly. "fuuuck," you whined, clearly too high off of being ate out to have any care that your other neighbors might hear you.
the feeling of nolan's fingers, two of them, prodding at your entrance stole the breath from your lungs. there was only a moment of this, though, before he shoved them both inside you-- tongue still lapping at your clit with an unkempt regard. they curled almost immediately against your g-spot, and your hips jerked recklessly.
"g-god, shit, mr. grayson, m'going to cum," you warned breathlessly, chin tilting backwards as nolan remained unrelenting at his actions. his left palm rested on the outside of your thigh, gripping the flesh tightly-- the metal of his wedding band burned against your skin.
he groaned at your confession, eyes darting up to your face again. "yeah?" he asked, despite feeling the way your legs vibrated against his head-- thighs practically keeping him glued to your cunt. "cum on my face, sweetheart."
his words pushed you over the edge-- your cunt spasmed uncontrollably against his face and fingers, clenching and unclenching, gripping his digits as if you needed them to survive. your palm flew to your mouth to muffle your moans, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the pure intensity of your orgasm. even as nolan gently finger-fucked you through it, it still was profound. cum and slick seeped from your pussy, and when nolan pulled his face from your core, the bottom half of his face glistened.
"you think that was good?" he questioned, sitting up ever so slightly to undo his belt buckle-- the sound of his metal belt clasp ringing throughout your yard.
you nodded, voice far too hoarse from your screaming to respond in words. when you felt nolan's palms on you again, you hadn't expected him to flip you with such ease-- but suddenly you were laying on your stomach, blades of grass digging into your flesh.
there was silence for a few moments-- before you felt nolan's cock head prod your cunt open. his shadow casted over your frame easily, and his chest was to your back; nolan pressed a chaste kiss to the skin right behind your ear, his voice gravelly as he spoke. "wait til' i split you open with my cock; then you'll see what's 'good.'"
it was nearly impossible to fight back the moan that spilled from your lips at the filth of his words-- the late summer heat doing nothing in aiding your quickly over-heating system.
before you knew it, the familiar burn of being streeetched open shocked your core. nolan's breathing grew ragged against your neck as he slowly pushed himself inside of your weeping cunt, every vein and every ridge of his dick tearing you apart.
a sob tore itself from your lips-- nolan was big.
"i know," he cooed, peppering kisses along your neck in an attempt to soothe you, "you're doing good-- such a big, strong girl taking-- haah-- this fat cock,"
"you're too big," you cried, legs shaking already-- you felt fatally full of him, your pussy being stretched beyond anything you had ever experienced before.
"you can take it." nolan reassured steadily, continuing to sheath himself further within your cunt. "fuck-- you're so tight," he groaned. "strangling my dick, my pretty girl,"
when his hips finally met the plush of your ass, nolan bottoming out inside you-- both of you gasped. it felt like he was in your throat--! nolan's cock twitched, and your name fell from his mouth like an expletive.
birds fluttered above you both, hot sun beating down onto nolan's back as he finally began to fuck you. it was gentle at first, his hips rocking as you adjusted to the size of him-- the pain that was just so fucking good-- before you started to moan out of pleasure. when nolan heard your tiny gasps and mewls, watching your hands desperately claw at the earth beneath you-- his pace quickened.
nolan grunted against the shell of your ear, cock bullying your insides. "never been fucked like this, have you, sweet girl?"
you shook your head no, eyes rolling into the back of your skull-- his dick making you see stars.
"that's right," he moaned softly, hips snapping into your ass with unabashed fervor. "god-- you should've just asked for this sooner, baby,"
when you gasped, craning your neck to look back at him-- you saw beads of sweat dripping down his temple, landing obscenely onto your back. "w-what?" you questioned, in between moans.
"do you think i-- hah-- haven't seen the way you've been looking at me since you moved in?" he asked, grinding his cock into your g-spot, v-line resting crudely against your ass. "knew you wanted me the second you saw me. but-- such a sweet girl you are-- you didn't do anything 'cause you knew i'm married,"
you moaned whoreishly feeling his cock jump and pulse within you, your own cunt responding by squeezing him-- holding him in, unwilling to let go-- firmly.
"s'okay," nolan murmured against your skin, cock throbbing as he rammed himself in and out of you over and over and over again. "i can take care of you," he groaned, sentence interrupted by a deep moan, "i can take care of this pussy."
"mr. grayson, fuck--! m'coming again," you squealed, orgasm crashing over you with such ferocity, you swear you black out. your pussy spasms and twitches, milking nolan's cock, your entire system drowning in bliss.
the older man swore, forehead pressing to the crown of your head mere moments later-- his thrusting simply uncontrolled and unabashed. wave after wave of your pleasure, nolan made sure to fuck you as deep and as hard as he could before pulling out and coating your ass in his cum.
hot ropes of cum shot all over your ass, and nolan groaned deeply, feeling his release entirely coating the plush of your behind.
"god," he swallowed, bringing a palm to your ass to smear his cum all over your skin. you're still far too cock-drunk to speak, head pressing into the ground of your back-yard lazily. "you were so good for me, sweetheart," you hear nolan coo, although his voice grows distant as he stands; the sound of his belt being done up makes you blink up at him hazily.
nolan stands, looking over your fucked-out form; his eyes squint, like he's burning the image into his memory-- unwilling to let it ever disappear. he bends down after a while to grab your panties and shorts, adjusting and moving your legs to hike them past your hips once again. the man gives a simple pat to your now covered ass, before standing again.
"i'll fix your lawn-mower for you; it shouldn't take me long," he speaks casually, as if he didn't just fuck you into oblivion. his grasp on the metal handle is sturdy, confident. "you let me know if you need help with anything else though, sweetheart," nolan says, pushing your lawn-mower towards your back-yard gate with ease. "that's what neighbors are for, right?"
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loren's thots: give me this senior citizen RN bro................ debbie better than me idk how she only had one baby w him cs i woulda had like 26. also wooo kinktober day 1 smashed i hope yall liked this dilf dedicated day
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