You know when someone makes a comment about something you can’t change about yourself and then you never forget it? Sometimes not even meanly, just as an observation of something you never noticed. And then you never forget. For example:
Your laugh is really loud. Can you quiet down?
Wow, you have a lot of hair on your arms and hands.
Your tits are different sizes, like. Significantly.
Oh, your pussy’s pretty fat. Is it swollen or does it just look like that?
Soap who notices you start to cover your mouth when you laugh. “What, am I not funny enough?” he asks you. “Where’s your giggles now, huh? C’mon, show me that smile.” When you finally laugh, loud enough to hurt his ears in a way that echoes so pleasantly, he grins wickedly. “That’s better. How am I supposed to know if I’m being funny if you’re all quiet?” He loves when you’re loud. It feels like winning when he makes you laugh. And it fucking feels triumphant when he gets you to scream his name as he fucks you.
Gaz who holds your hand so delicately and rubs his thumb over the back of your hand and the hair there, and runs his calloused palms up and down your arms, smoothing over your hair. He touches every part of your body, hair and all. Over your legs, your arms, your pussy. He’ll eat your cunt like it’s his last meal with any amount of hair. Full bush, baby, he can handle it. He doesn’t mind it. In fact, he doesn’t really notice it at all. It’s just you. And he happens to like all of you a whole lot.
Ghost who is obsessed with your tits. Both of em. The smaller one and the bigger one; the one that’s shaped nicely and the one that’s not as even. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t notice. Because tits. Perfect ones. Ones he’s allowed to touch and grab and suck on and bite—even if you smack at him after. Ones he stares at, almost hypnotized, when they bounce up and down as he fucks you. He comes home and lays between your legs, head on your stomach, with both arms reached up under your shirt to cup your boobs with rough hands, and he sleeps like a baby.
Price who grabs you by the hips and sits you and your fat cunt right on his face. He runs the head of his cock over the plush labia, spreading them open, and then sinking into your hot, wet pussy. “I can see your cunt through your leggings,” he says when you’re standing in front of him and he’s sitting on the bed, eye level with your crotch. You’re about to say you should change, but he breathes, “Christ, that’s sexy.” He notices what you look like because he wants to get a face full of your pussy so he can draw it from memory when he’s away. He doesn’t care—why would he? It’s hot. You’re beautiful. You’re his. He loves it. He loves you.
Next door neighbor! Simon Riley, and how a snowstorm helps you pull him.
Next door neighbor!Simon Riley whose house you go over to wearing just a towel because your water heater is broken (me rn) and the water is way too cold
Next door neighbor!Simon Riley whose house you go to to ask if he has a space heater because your heat is broken (ME) and the roads are frozen so you can’t drive to get one
(Simon Riley does not have a space heater. He’s been in the tundra. He can do cold just fine. He runs warm—and he’s a hot sleeper. He has no space heater to give you. The thought of driving to get you one crosses his mind—but he’s not that suicidal.)
Next door neighbor!Simon Riley who doesn’t feel right letting you sit in a cold house so he lets stay for a little. Which ends up being longer than both of you thought. Because, for you, his house is so warm and yours is so cold—so cold, you don’t want to go back at all. It’s warm and he’s handsome and he gave you rum and a blanket. And, for him, because it would be so rude to make you leave. It’s a blizzard out there. He can’t do that to you. You could slip and break something, and he doesn’t want that shit on his conscience. So, yeah, you can stay. But that’s it. That’s all.
Actually, on that topic, Next door neighbor!Simon Riley has a problem with you. Yeah. Yeah, he said it. He has a problem with you, his little next door neighbor. Well, no—actually, it’s more that you have a problem, so he has a problem.
Yes. You have a problem, Next door neighbor!Simon Riley decided.
The problem is that Next door neighbor!You never shuts the fuck up, for fuck’s sake. What are you laughing so loudly about? Is it really that funny? Why must there always be music, and music up so loudly? And the singing. That’s kind of good but just off enough to be bad? Jesus.
And the problem is that Next door neighbor!You are jumpy and will scream no matter the hour. You clomp around in heels at 3 in the morning. You talk to yourself, all the time. You bang your pots and pans together so hard Simon thinks you’re doing it on purpose, but you also yelp at the loud sound it makes.
And, fuck, you moan like a pornstar, it’s actually kind of crazy. Living next to you, he’s been forced to learn the difference between a “OH MY GOD A BUG!” scream and a “it’s me and this vibrator against the world” scream.
And yeah, sure, Next door neighbor!Simon Riley has cum listening to you moan—but it’s only because he had to. You can gofor hours. He’s never heard you just have just one orgasm. One weekend you spent 11AM on Saturday (after loudly coming home at 2AM drunk as fuck) to Sunday at 8PM masturbating. The whole weekend. You didn’t leave your house. He wasn’t even sure you ate. You’d sleep for a few hours then he’d hear you cum at least three times and go back to sleep for a few hours and wake up and do it again.
He had to. It was honestly getting painful. So Next door neighbor!Simon Riley put away the shame and put his cock in his hand–and then once he did it once, there was no going back, so. You know. Maybe he’s done it a few times. But it’s only because you masturbate all the time and are so loud and sound so fuckin’ sexy and he honestly doesn’t know how you don’t think he can hear.
Nextdoor neighbor!You who doesn’t care who hears you moan. Especially not if it’s your big handsome next door neighbor Simon Riley. Actually, sometimes you moan louder when you know he’s home. Sometimes, you’re even sure he’s listening.
Sometimes, you think about him. You think about if he’s next door, touching himself while you get yourself off. You think about if he was the one holding the vibrator to your clit, with one of his long, thick fingers inside of you, the size of two of yours. You think about if he’d stick his fingers in your mouth to shut you up or fist your hair and bury your face in the pillow while he fucks you to keep you quiet.
And sometimes, you come up with fantasies of how you could pull all that off. Maybe you could go over with a plate of your best recipe because you “happened to double it.”
Or maybe you could wear just a short little towel and ask him to use his shower because yours broke.
Or maybe you could go over to his house during a snowstorm and say your heating doesn’t work.
Next door neighbor!Simon Riley who plays right into your hand, asking you if you want to stay the night and then he can take a look at your heater tomorrow. Silly man! That was the plan all along!
And Next door neighbor!Simon Riley only has one bed, you see. Oh no. Oh no! This can’t be! There’s only one bed?!!
Next door neighbor!Simon Riley and You having to cuddle for warmth, because it’s just soooo cold. Luckily this man is a furnace. He’s a hot sleeper in the first place. But, with you sleeping in his bed next to him, he’s getting hotter because of his rising blood pressure. And he’s getting even hotter with as he tries to get his blood to flow anywhere but his cock.
And he’s hottest with his clothes off. He’s getting too sweaty, you see, that’s all. He’s just overheating. And you can take your clothes off, too, he knows he’s a furnace. Come here, love, you’re shivering.
When the tip of his cock slides into your pussy for the first time, it feels like it’s on fire.
“There you go, love, you a little warmer now?”
“Ngh,” is all you groan, and Next door neighbor!Simon Riley smiles.
note: thank you for reading! I really love neighbor AUs so maybe I'll continue with them. I hope you enjoyed!
posted 01.17.2025.
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Simon Riley who grabs onto your love handles and fucking HANDLES you >>>
He’s fucking you HARD and needs something to hold onto so he digs his fingers into the plush of your hips and ass and stomach to keep you steady so he can do what he needs to do
