The Neighbor

Kylie x Reader x Stassie. 3rd POV. Word Count: 4.2k.  Stassie and Kylie go looking for trouble and they receive it in the form of Kylie's bitchy neighbor. warnings for rough sex and harsh language

A/N: Re-uploading this because I forgot to change the placeholder name for Y/n! This is pretty much pure smut and filth at a certain point. At some point in the fic you will see "l/ottery" because for patreon thinks I'm trying to do a r/affle (have to censor this one too) because of the inclusion of that word so that is intentional!

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It was the summertime and it was incredibly hot. Kylie and Stassie were tired of going into her pool everyday. They would get drunk some nights, Stassie had just turned 21 a few weeks ago and was able to get alcohol for them. They were supposed to have a summer of fun with Kylie's parents being gone and leaving her in this big empty house with a credit card and a wine cellar. But, nothing was going according to plan.

Kylie threw a huge party just two days after her parents left. The music was loud, people were grinding against each other, and her and Stassie were having the time of their lives. That was until the police came. Her fucking neighbor called the cops on her for the "noise." After the police had left, her neighbor stalked over and threatened her with "making sure her parents knew" anytime they joined one of their "little parties."

Y/n was a huge bitch. She was rude to Kylie and Stassie for no reason. Her parents were on okay-ish terms with her, sometimes exchanging treats and desserts during the Holidays and inviting each other over for parties. Kylie tried to get out of going to Y/n's house but usually her parents made her go with them. Their reasoning was that if she's going to live off of them and not go to college then she at least still needs to go with them to events. Kylie rolled her eyes but always went along with it.

Kylie and Stassie didn't believe that Y/n would really snitch on them, she was full of it, but they didn't want to risk it. No one else was throwing parties seeing as they didn't have a big house like Kylie did with an almost supply of unlimited alcohol. Kylie expected at least someone to throw a party, but they didn't. She wishes that she and Stassie could at least travel, but her parents strictly told her to not even leave the county, let alone the state.

Y/n was always there, seemingly peeking around corners like a pest to make sure Kylie and Stassie weren't doing anything wrong. She was like a petulant babysitter, but she wasn't even getting paid to do so. It wasn't all so bad because at least they got to look at Y/n's husband, Henry.

Henry was perfect. From his face, his body, his house, his car, his career...literally everything about him was perfect. Both Kylie and Stassie pined after him, finding him delicious. They wondered how someone like Y/n could get with something as beautiful as him. Y/n isn't ugly, far from it actually, but she was such a cold-hearted bitch. Yet Henry looked at her with so much love. Maybe she was blackmailing him to be with her was Kylie's explanation. The two had such a simple outlook on how love and respect worked that they believed someone like Henry would be better off with someone much younger, hotter, and fun, just like them.

Stassie was the one to have the idea first. She figured it wouldn't be hard to seduce him, especially with Y/n being gone during the day. He was probably bored and lonely and tired of his prudish wife.

They came up with a fairly stupid plan to go next door and then ask if they could use to phone due to the "power being out." It wasn't a secure plan but they were too eager to think it through.

Kylie and Stassie deliberated at their front door who was going to knock on the door. If others in their neighborhood were to see them then they'd know they were up to no good. Stassie was the one to knock. There was no answer after a few knocks. She tried it again, but still no answer.

"I know he's home," Kylie says with a tinge of annoyance in her voice.

Kylie walked off and Stassie followed her. They went back to her house, and trailed into the backyard. Kylie paused to look over the fence while they were on the deck.

"Let's climb over."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Stassie paused but their end goal was too good to let slip through their fingers. Kylie started climbing the fence and Stassie watched as she struggled a little to get over. She heard a 'thud' and Kylie grunting.

"C'mon hurry up," Kylie rushed her. Stassie followed in Kylie's footsteps and she found herself in Kylie's neighbor's backyard in seconds. Stassie straightened herself out and noticed a rip in her dress.

"This better be worth it. This dress was new!"

Kylie brushed off her complaint. The backyard layout was similar to her own, except the pool was smaller and they didn't have a deck. She tip-toed her way through the backyard with Stassie right on her trail. The backdoor was open, but the screen door was in their way. Kylie lightly pulled at it just to see if it was locked and luckily for them it wasn't. Her and Stassie looked at each other like they had just won the l/ottery. Kylie slowly opened the screen door, being careful to not make any extra noises. She felt like she was a part of a heist as her and Stassie snuck into the house.

While the outsides of their houses were somewhat similar, the inside was much more difficult to navigate. One wrong turn could screw them over. The house was extremely quiet. Maybe Henry was sleeping or something.

"The living room is this way," Stassie whispers from behind her.

Stassie took the lead and they made it to the living room. It was huge and there was a window that gave them the perfect view of the side of Kylie's house. Maybe it's because she's full of herself, but she's certain that Henry has spent days watching Kylie and Stassie frolicking in the backyard in their bikinis. There was no way he would be able to resist them.

The only problem is that Henry was nowhere to be found. The downstairs seemed virtually empty, but someone had to be home since the back door was open. There was a staircase leading to the 2nd level of the house. The steps were woodend which concerned Kylie a bit. However, she found her feet moving on their own. Each step was as light as possible. A few creaks made the two of them pause and then continue. The 2nd level had much more rooms, all of which had closed doors. Kylie and Stassie were stuck on what to do next; they're playing Russian Roulette now.

Kylie felt a tap on her shoulder that made her jump a little bit, but of course it was just Stassie. She gestured to one of the doors on the right, hinting that they should try it. When they approached it, Stassie gently placed her ear on the door. Not a sound could be heard behind the door. She grabbed the knob and turned it slowly. They were on edge as she pushed the door open, only for the anticlimactic event of finding the laundry room. Both of them groaned and Stassie closed the door again. It was disappointing, but better than getting caught prematurely.

"Which one do you think is their room?"

"I don't know? Maybe the one with the biggest door?"

It made sense to Stassie, but most of them looked similar. However, there was one that was a bit more fancier than the other.

"I tried the first door, you try the next one." Stassie was chickening out a little. The anticipation of opening the first door nearly killed her. Kylie was just as nervous as her, but it was her turn now to feel that same jolt of worry in her body.

Kylie pouted as she was faced with the biggest tasks of them all, but she pushed through her feelings. Just like Stassie, she gently grabbed the knob and began to turn it slowly. Everything inside pointed to this being Y/n and Henry's bedroom. Their bed was huge, big enough for 3 or maybe even 4 people. It felt surreal being in here, nonetheless it was exhilarating.

No one was inside. The door that led to their personal bathroom was open, but the lights were off. Maybe Henry had to run some errands real quick and forgot to close the backdoor. Kylie looked over at Stassie and shrugged. Stassie looked like she had seen a ghost. She was frozen, making Kylie's face scrunch up in confusion. Following her line of vision, Kylie realized why she was just standing there. Y/n was in the doorway.

Both of them looked like idiots: eyes wide and no words that could be deemed as coherent. They couldn't directly name the look on Y/n's face; somewhere between a cross of anger, excitement, and evilness.

"Living room. Now."

This the last thing they had planned for. Sitting on Y/n's couch like two kids who got caught stealing Candy. They felt small and like they were teenagers again, not the 20-something-year-olds they wanted to show Henry they were. Y/n's coldness was radiating off of her. Her arms were folded and she was looming over them like a warden.

"Do you two want to explain what you were doing in my home?"

Neither of them dared to pipe up. Even though she was clearly talking to them, they were so goddamn scared of her that they thought opening their mouths would send them to somewhere like the underworld.

Y/n laughed a bit. She didn't expect them to have anything to say for themselves, at least not something plausible. But, she also didn't expect stone-cold silence. Maybe a stupid excuse or butchered sentence, but all she received was silence. However these two were so transparent. She knows what girls like them like to get up to. In fact she could see the outline of two condom wrappers in Kylie's jeans; that's what happens when girls wear skin tight jeans.

"Whose idea was this?"

"It was her idea," they said in unison. Y/n folded her arms realizing that even though she believed them to be pretty slutty, they were going to be difficult. They had fear in their eyes and oh did that turn Y/n on. If they wanted to play dirty and get fucked, then she was going to give them what they want.

"You little bitches were looking for my husband, huh? Well don't worry, I can fuck you two just as good."

Kylie and Stassie were shocked to hear those words come from Y/n's mouth. They'd never expect her cold, brutish ways would translate into being some kind of sexual domme because they always viewed her as a prude.

"Cat got your tongue now? You two weren't so quiet when you were trying to sneak in or when you were throwing parties. Don't worry, you two will be making a lot of noise soon."

They came sneaking around for Henry and instead got Y/n. It was a shocking turn of events. Kylie was more hesitant than Stassie, who just frankly was looking for a good fuck and would take it from anyone who was attractive. This was Kylie's neighbor, someone who she was going to have to see after this and some who her parents get along well with.

Y/n left the room for a minute which gave Kylie time to plan their escape, but Stassie wasn't budging.

"Are you serious? She's my neighbor and she's a bitch," Kylie does her best to keep her voice at a minimum.

"Henry's your neighbor too and you were willing to fuck him," Stassie bit back. She didn't mean to sound bitchy, but she wishes Kylie would just go along with this like she does with everything else they do together. "Neither of us have gotten fucked all Summer. It doesn't matter if it's from a real or fake cock, we both need to get fucked," Stassie continued.

Kylie could pout all she wanted, but if Stassie wasn't leaving then she wouldn't either. She couldn't leave her best friend in a situation like this even if she was excited for it. Now that they were here, Kylie should just enjoy it too.

The strap-on fastened to Y/n was one of the biggest cocks Stassie and Kylie has seen in months. It made Stassie's mouth water, and Kylie couldn't deny the tingling between her legs. Y/n forced her way into the small space between them, making them scoot over for her.

Stassie wrapped her hand around the cock to feel the girth and weight of it in her hands. Y/n felt emboldened by Kylie's transfixed eyes and she grabbed her hand and forced her to grab it like Stassie.

"Don't act so scared of it. Henry's just as big, if not bigger. If you two bitches can't handle this then how did you expect to handle my husband?" Y/n found it comical that they thought they could've successfully seduced her husband. "I use to fuck girls like you in college, you're all bark but no bite."

"I can handle it. I'm not like those stupid college girls."

Stassie found herself trying to prove herself to Y/n. It was in her nature to be approved by the people she thought were cool or in the places she wanted to be. In this particular situation, she wanted to appease Y/n and get a good fucking. Kylie was much more meek than her despite the two of them always dressing the way they do. She wasn't as bold as Stassie who was bending over to suck on that thick cock. Stassie was devouring it to show off her skills. Her mouth made an obscene noise as she popped it out of her mouth. She grabbed the base and aimed the head towards Kylie. Kylie blinked at her before she followed Stassie's lead. Her head bobbed on it shallowly. Stassie's head was right by hers, watching her suck on it with waiting eyes. Kylie pulled her mouth off of it and Stassie's mouth was right back on it, sucking all the way down to the base of it. Y/n enjoyed watching the two of them take turns going back and forth getting it wet for her to eventually bury it into their cunts. She reckons she probably doesn't even need them to get it so wet since they're probably dripping, but she was enjoying them trying to show off.

"It's so fucking big. I can't wait to feel it in my sweet little pussy." Stassie's dirty talk was turning Kylie on. Her mouth wasn't as filthy as her blonde best friend's, but she felt the exact same way.

While Stassie had her mouth stuffed with cock, Kylie pulled her thin dress over her head. Y/n wasn't surprised to see she wasn't wearing a bra and only had a skimpy thong underneath. Stassie was on her knees and her dress was riding up. Y/n could see her thick ass poke up in the air every time she moved her mouth down on the cock.

"Such a good little mouth," Y/n threads her fingers through Stassie's blonde hair.

Stassie looked over to Kylie to see her enthusiastically sucking on the cock. She smirked at the fact that Kylie was finally coming around. It wouldn't have been fun if her friend wasn’t also having a good time.

Y/n pulled the cock out of Kylie's mouth and beckoned for Stassie to come over to her. "Get on top." Stassie stood up so she could straddle Y/n, but she was stopped by her grabbing onto her arm. "No. Face the other way." Stassie obeyed and she backed up so she could align her pussy with the cock again. She sank down on it and began to ride the cock reverse cowgirl. Stassie swirled her hips as the first pleasures of this summer bloomed in her. Kylie watched her best friend's perfect tits bounce as she switched between bouncing up and down on the cock and circling her hips. It was obvious that she was doing this more for sure than her own pleasure, but she was still moaning out.

She pulled herself off of Y/n's strap and got down on her knees to suck her juices off of the cock. Y/n was properly pleased that Stassie was a whore that didn't need many instructions. She grabbed the base and offered Kylie a taste of her sweet taste off of the cock. Kylie moaned as she bobbed up and down, enjoying her best friend's taste.

"It's your turn now. I want you to ride me," Y/n directed at Kylie. She had an anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach but if Stassie could handle it then so could she.

Kylie straddled Y/n and began to ride the cock. She couldn't hold back the cries of pleasure that were once locked in her chest. It felt too good sliding into her; it's length and girth. Y/n enjoyed having her tits bounced in her face. She could feel Kylie's thick ass slapping against her thighs. She wasn't like Stassie and trying to put on a show, she was chasing her high.

She cried in pleasure with each thrust and begged for more. Stassie watched her from the spot next to Y/n on the couch. She had a smirk on her face and a look in her eye that screamed 'I told you so.' She knew Kylie would enjoy it and it was just her best friend's anxiety that had made her hesitant. She was almost jealous of that way Y/n was fucking Kylie because Kylie looked like she was in heaven already.

A slap to her ass made Kylie yelp and and fuck herself faster. Stassie bent over to grab one of Kylie's cheeks, pulling her apart so she could watch Kylie being impaled on the cock. Stassie wanted a taste of her best friend's pussy. Y/n felt her grabbing the base and she allowed for Stassie to pull it out of her. The brunette groaned at the empty feeling. She heard Stassie slurping on the cock before it was being aimed right at her slit again. Kylie went back to slamming her ass up and down uninterrupted.

Stassie let Kylie get the first orgasm of the day. She was envious of her. From the look on her face, the cock was reaching parts of her she didn't know existed and constantly prodding at her sweet spots. She clutched onto Y/n's shoulder; her nails digging into her skin.

Before she could come down from her high, Y/n was sliding off of her cock and rolling her onto the couch. Y/n stood up and looked down at Stassie with a darkness in her eyes. Stassie welcomed it of course; she was so wet after watching Kylie get fucked and cum on Y/n's thick strap.

Stassie instinctively spread her legs for Y/n and her cock. She lined the head up at her sweet opening. The cock was already covered with Kylie's cum and it mixed with Stassie's once it was sheathed inside of her. She had pumped into her a few times before pulling out. Y/n grabbed Kylie by her hair and brought her face close to Stassie's cunt. Y/n wouldn't have believed them if they had said it, but Kylie and Stassie have never done anything sexual together. They've kissed under the influence of alcohol at the most. Y/n relished in the sight of Kylie burying her tongue in her best friend's pussy. There was something about being forced to eat her best friend's pussy that was so wrong and naughty that left Kylie addicted. Her pussy was a sloppy mess of Kylie's cum and Stassie's own arousal.

Y/n was half tempted to join Kylie in getting a taste of Stassie's sweet cunt, but instead she nudged Kylie out of the way and started to fuck Stassie again. She pushed down on the back of her thighs to keep her nice and spread. Stassie had a dirty mouth on her. She was whispering filthy things at Y/n, begging her to continue to fill her pussy up and pound it.

As much as she loved fucking a little minx like Stassie, there was something much more about fucking Kylie. Maybe it was because she tried to hold back how much of a slut she was and that made Y/n want to work hard to get it out of her. She pushed on Kylie's back which made her bend over the couch. Stassie didn't mind the cock exiting of her, she was already feeling euphoric and she liked watching Kylie get fucked.

Y/n pushed into Kylie again, this time she was enamored by her thick ass. "Fuck yourself back." Kylie started to push back against Y/n's pelvis, their skin making a lewd noise. She was pushing back hard against Y/n, chasing the second high that she was desperate to experience again. Y/n eventually grabbed into her hips and started to pound into her. Stassie began to rub her clit as if she was watching a porn scene before her. Kylie gasped and jerked as if she wasn't able to take the dick. Y/n held her in place so she wouldn't get away. She loved watching the cock disappear inside of Kylie's wet twat. Never has she ever fucked such a moaning mess like Kylie.

Her cries raising in pitch and her walls clenching around the cock made it obvious to Y/n that Kylie was about to cum. She thought about Stassie, who had yet to cum, and how it wouldn't be fair to give Kylie two orgasms while Stassie waited for her first one.

Y/n pulled out of Kylie, this time without a whimper, and turned her attention towards Stassie.

"Get your ass in the air." The demand of her voice had made Stassie even wetter, if that was possible.

Stassie swiftly obeyed and laid her upper body against the couch as her protruded ass into the air. Y/n came behind her and once again pushed a wet cock into her pussy. This position allowed her to be so much deeper in Stassie and Stassie loved every single second of it. She was forced to look at her best friend who was watching her get fucked with her own jealousy in her eyes. Kylie's mouth was agape as she was turned on to a level she didn't think was humanly possible. Y/n was fucking Stassie hard and the blonde had been enjoying every second of it. Every insult Y/n spewed at her was true. It didn't matter if she was calling her a "worthless slut" or a "stupid whore", Stassie loved every second of it. She didn't hold back on her own filth either, telling Y/n to fuck her faster and "teat her up." Kylie was taken back by the intensity of their fucking and the brutality of the pounding Stassie was enduring, but she couldn't pull her eyes away either.

Stassie's orgasm had come to her so fast and quick that it made her arms collapse. Y/n leaned forward and placed her arms by Stassie's head to prop herself up. She continued to fuck Stassie through her orgasm until she felt that her orgasm had subsided.

It was Kylie's turn to taste the cock that was covered in both of their cum. She shoved it in her mouth with much more enthusiasm that pleased Y/n. Y/n had took a hold of Kylie's face and began to fuck her mouth. She looked down at her and watched the tears well into her eyes and make her mascara run.

Instead of just watching them, Stassie got between Kylie's legs and started licking at her best friend's wetness. Stassie was eager to tease Kylie's poor slit with her tongue. She uses her tongue to fill her before turning her attention to her clit. Stassie could tell that her pussy was swollen from the pounding and teasing her pussy had endured today. Stassie used her tongue to try to alleviate some of Kylie’s soreness, but she was also so caught up in the intensity of it all that she wanted to wear Kylie out even more, just like Y/n wanted to do. Her plump lips wrapped around her bud and she sucked on it until Kylie was squirming and cumming all over her mouth. Her cum flowed onto Stassie’s mouth, making her a mess.

Y/n continued to use their bodies like this for another hour. She had taken them on their hands and knees, backs, sides, and stomachs. When one girl was getting fucked, the other was aiding Y/n in making their best friend cum. Never has Y/n gotten her hands on two girls so eager to get fucked, especially two that are so close to her. She's certain she has activated something in them that'd probably cause them to start playing with each other when they were alone in Kylie's huge house for the rest of these summer nights.

They would never get their hands on her husband, Y/n would make sure of it. If she had to fuck them like this everyday to keep then away until the summer was over and they'd stop making trouble then she would. She doesn't mind it anyway; she thinks her husband might even enjoy this story while she's getting him off with her hand.

The summer is not over and there is plenty of time for more debauchery.