THIS TOOK ME OUT BYEE

he haunts me 💔

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summary: corey never closes his damn curtains

pairing: corey taylor x female reader/oc

warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), accidental voyeurism, strangers/friends to lovers, embarrassment, dirty talk

word count: 4632 words (she's a long one)

originally posted to ao3 september 13 2022

Not long after moving into her new apartment, there were five things she’d learnt about the guy in the apartment across from hers:

His name was Corey

He worked in a porn store

He sang in a band

He brought a different girl home every Saturday night

He never closed his curtains.

The first time she’d seen him was the day she’d moved in. He’d noticed her unpacking her furniture from his window and gave her a polite wave, a simple ‘welcome to the neighbourhood’ gesture. She smiled and returned his wave. She thought he was handsome and friendly, but didn’t talk to him a lot.

However, one time she’d seen him, he didn’t see her at all.

There was no way he could have noticed her when he was so focused on the girl riding him so hard that his eyes had rolled back into his head.

She’d gotten up to go to the kitchen when something in his window had caught her eye. She couldn't take her eyes away from the scene unfolding in her neighbour’s apartment, but it wasn't the girl she was looking at, it was Corey.

She knew that she should just mind her own business, but the sight of him lost in the throes of pleasure was simply mesmerising. The way his lips were slightly parted, his face flushed, and how he held the girl’s hips made her stop and stare, wishing that it was her in his lap instead.

Her imagination ran wild as she tried to hide behind the curtain. She could see him saying things and wondered what he sounded like.

Would he be vocal? Would he say nice things to her? Would he moan in her ear like he was doing to that girl?

By the time his climax had arrived, she could barely stand, arousal coursing through her body. She squeezed her thighs together to keep it at bay but that only provided her with a little bit of friction. Her cunt clenched as she watched him bury his face in the girl’s neck and tighten his arms around her, and she swore she could hear him moaning through the windows.

His climax over, Corey looked up from his date’s shoulder and noticed that his neighbour could see him from her apartment. Usually, he would be mad about someone watching him have sex without his permission, but this time it was different.

Even though he hadn't spoken to her much, he did feel something about this new neighbour. She was kind, funny, and unbelievably pretty. Prettier than the girl he’d just blown his load inside.

From his side, he saw her notice him looking at her and jump away from the window with a sheepish look on her face. He must have been looking at her for too long when he felt his date turn his face back to her.

“What are you looking at?” the girl asked him.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just thought I saw something.”

The next Saturday night, she was surprised that the lights were still off in Corey’s apartment. It was late and he’d usually be back with a new girl to play with, but this time he was nowhere to be seen.

Stop looking into your neighbour’s apartment, you look like a stalker she told herself.

She’d just gone to the fridge for a snack when a knock was heard at the door. Not expecting any visitors, she made her way over and peered through the peephole.

As if he’d somehow heard her thoughts, Corey was standing outside with a brown paper bag in his hands. She unlocked the door and opened it faster than she’d meant to, almost stumbling when she pulled it back into her.

“Hey,” she said breathlessly, her voice quivering slightly.

“Hey,” he said, giving her a warm smile. “Uh, are you busy tonight?”

“I’ve got nothing going on. Why?”

“Just wanted to know if you’d like to hang out tonight.”

There’s no way this is happening right now.

Her hot neighbour - who she had watched having sex from afar - was asking her if she wanted to hang out. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had an ulterior motive or wanted to confront her about last weekend. But there was nothing to show that he wanted to do anything but hang out as friends. She shoved her thoughts down and returned his smile.

“Sure,” she said. “I’d love to.”

Corey’s place was a lot cleaner than she’d expected. She’d noticed a couple of glasses and magazines on the living room floor from her window, and she expected to see pizza boxes and garbage strewn about the place but instead was met with a place that was clean but a little cluttered.

The evening had gone well. They’d ordered takeout and watched scary movies while talking about each other. He’d learnt about her parents and what she did, and she learnt about his grandmother and his music. The incident from last weekend was almost completely gone from her mind, but she didn’t feel as on edge about it anymore.

“Listen,” he’d said once the credits started to roll on the TV screen. “I should probably tell you something.”

A chill ran through her body. She tried to swallow but her throat was bone dry.

“Oh? What is it?” she squeaked, trying hard to not let her nerves show.

“I saw you watching me last weekend.”

She knew it was coming and yet it still hit her like a ton of bricks. Her face went hot and her skin prickled as she shrank away from him in embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, Corey,” she said. “Something just caught my eye and I didn’t think your curtains would be open and-”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” he said, cutting her babbling off. “Your place has been empty for so long that I just forgot you live there.”

“So you’re not mad?”

“No, I’m not mad. It was an honest mistake on both of our parts.”

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank god for that, I thought you were going to chew me out,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“Nah, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said. “To tell you the truth, I’m glad it was you watching and not some random old guy.”

She definitely wasn’t expecting that.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, if you find out someone’s watching you get laid you’d rather it be someone really cute.”

Her face started to burn again.

“You think I’m cute?” she said in a small voice, unable to look him in the eye.

She cast her gaze down to her hands and watched him take them in his own, his rough thumbs rubbing across her knuckles in a soothing motion.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked as he shuffled closer to her, his knees brushing against hers. “I wouldn't have invited you over if I thought you were some creep.”

When she looked up, his face was mere inches from hers.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, his voice low and soft.

He was so close that she could see the light shimmering in his blue eyes, and feel his chest move as he breathed and it made her heart flutter.

“Don't stop,” she whispered just before he finally made contact with her.

She felt like electricity had shot through her body when he kissed her. His movements were slow and tender to keep her at ease, but just enough to let her know his intentions. He let go of her hands and brushed her hair behind her ears before cradling her jaw in his palms.

She tentatively returned his kiss, the pounding of her heart becoming hard for her to ignore. Her skin tingled with desire as she allowed her lips to meld with his and brought her shaking hands up to tangle her fingers in his long hair.

“Don’t be shy,” he mumbled against her lips.

When he pulled away he could still feel her quivering breath on his face and noticed how her hands shook in his hair.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “You okay?”

“Just a little nervous,” she said, trying to sound calmer than she was. “I’ve never really done this kind of thing before.”

“This isn’t your first time, is it?”

“No!” she said a little too quickly. “No, I just mean that usually, I’ve been dating someone for a while before getting to, y’know, this stage.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said and gave her a reassuring smile. “I just don’t want you to be nervous.”

He gently ran his thumb over her lower lip and she instantly calmed at his touch. His other arm snaked around her back to pull her closer to him, guiding her to sit in his lap. His hands were warm and her heartbeat slowed.

She didn't know why she felt more at ease sitting in his lap but it was as if this was a regular occurrence like they'd been doing this for years and not just mere minutes.

“God, look at you,” he said as he stroked her face with the backs of his fingers. “You are a pretty, pretty girl.”

She turned her eyes away from him, unable to look him in the eye as he looked at her.

“Don’t be shy,” he said, tilting her face back up to meet his eyes. “I’m only saying it because it’s true.”

He drew her in for another, longer kiss, his palms pushing up under her shirt to caress her back as he ran the tip of his tongue along her lower lip. She parted her lips and let him in to explore her mouth, her tongue softly dancing with his.

She didn’t care that she could faintly smell beer on his breath or that her teeth occasionally clicked clumsily against his, her senses were too overcome with desire for him. It wasn’t until he’d started to kiss her that she’d realised just how often he’d been on her mind over the past week. How much she wished it was her riding him, her neck he was burying his face in, her cunt he was inside.

“Can I take these off, sweetheart?” he asked as he toyed with the clasp of her bra.

She nodded and was surprised by how fast he’d snapped the clasp open with just one hand. He winked at her and moved his hands down to take her shirt off, making sure that his palms ran over her skin, sending shockwaves through her body. She followed his lead and raised her arms for him as the soft fabric skimmed up and over her head and the cups of her bra came up in the process. He made quick work of taking it off of her and tossing it aside and his eyes went wide like dinner plates as he took in the sight of her.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he ran his fingers over her breasts. “If I knew you were hiding these from me I would’ve invited you over sooner.”

He couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again, excited at seeing his neighbour half naked and sitting in his lap. Even through the stiff denim of his jeans, he could feel himself getting hard and he wanted her to feel it too.

As his hands explored her chest, kneading and squeezing as much as he liked, he pushed his hips up into hers so that she could feel his hard length underneath her. Her breath hitched at the contact and she rolled her hips back against his, taking her time so that she could feel every inch of him. The fabric barriers of their clothes frustrated her and she wanted nothing more than to just rip them off and take him.

“I bet when you were watching me, you wished you were over here,” he crooned. “I didn’t think you were the type who liked to watch, sweetheart.”

She opened her mouth to protest but she could only gasp and moan as he ground his hips into her harder and moved his hands to her hips. Her hands placed on his shoulders, she clawed at his shirt in an attempt to take it off of him until he finally took the hint and removed it himself.

“Guess it’s only fair that we’re both topless,” he said with a laugh. He took notice of how she breathed heavily and her eyes travelled down his body to where their hips met. “You want something else, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she said breathily, her voice finally found again.

“What do you want, honey?” he asked, determined to strip her of her shyness.

Instead of telling him, she shifted her hips back and palmed his hard length through his jeans until he groaned and let her take over. She hopped out of his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs, looking up at him with doe eyes

“Can I?” she asked sweetly, her fingers dancing around the zipper of his jeans.

He reached down to stroke her face and ran his thumb across her lower lip. She immediately took it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it before sucking, her eyes never leaving him.

“I think you know what the answer to that is,” he purred and drew his thumb away before reclining back onto the sofa and letting her explore him.

Any shyness she had left in her had left by the time she’d unbuttoned his jeans. She pulled the zipper down slowly and dipped her fingers into the waistbands of both his pants and boxers to pull them down his legs. He helped her to get them off of him and unceremoniously tossed them aside.

She was stopped in her tracks by the sight in front of her. He reclined back on the worn sofa with his legs spread like a king on his throne, his cock so hard it could have stood at attention. When she dragged her eyes away from it she saw that he was smirking at her, as if he was proud of himself.

“See something you like?” he said cockily.

She could only swallow thickly and reach out to take him in her hand, her body trembling from anticipation rather than nerves.

She started slowly, stroking him with a gentle touch, watching how his breathing slowed and his features softened. Her mouth watered as she continued to stroke him, his cock feeling like it was getting harder in her hand.

“You've got nice hands,” he said with a small groan. “I bet your mouth’s even nicer.”

Her pussy clenched and her body warmed at his words, getting wetter and wetter the more she touched him. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she leaned forward to run it along his shaft.

She didn't break eye contact with him as she licked his cock from base to tip and slicked him up. Her lips softly kissed around the head, gently sucking here and there so that she could get a taste of him first.

“Fuck, you're good at that,” he sighed and let his head fall back onto the sofa as he stroked her hair and guided her to fully take him into her mouth.

The taste of his precum bloomed on her tongue and she sucked just a little harder to hear him sigh and moan. She took him as far into her mouth as she could without gagging then slid off of him slowly until she found the right rhythm to bob her head.

“That's it, baby,” he drawled lazily. “Take it slow.”

He’d gotten his dick sucked almost every weekend for two years now, but the girls he usually brought home never did it like this. They never took their time, never caressed him with their mouths like she did.

Maybe it was different because he knew her better. Maybe he liked her more. Maybe she just gave better head.

Whatever it was, he didn't want her to stop. The feeling of her tongue sliding along his shaft and swirling around the head of his cock, dipping into the slit while her hand stroked what she couldn't suck made his head swim. He wouldn't be able to last long like this, but God did he want to.

She lost herself in him, how his skin felt under her fingers, his breathy moans in her ears, his hand gently caressing her hair, and how hard his cock was in her mouth. Time seemed to stand still once she’d started and she wasn't brought out of her trance until she felt him tug on her hair and gently pat her cheek to get her attention.

“Stop, baby, stop,” he said breathlessly.

She reluctantly let him out of her mouth but kept hold of his cock with her hand.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she looked up at him, her eyes wide and dilated with lust.

“Nothing’s wrong, you're perfect,” he said. “But I'm going to end up blowing a huge load down your throat if you keep doing that.”

She unconsciously swallowed, imagining what that would feel like, and shifted on her knees in a vain attempt to feel some friction on her throbbing clit.

He looked so beautiful from where she knelt. His face was flushed and pink, his lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily, his long hair fell around his shoulders and that cocky look he had earlier had been completely replaced with one of desire instead.

If she didn't have him inside her soon, she was going to combust.

“C’mere,” he said as he gently took her hands and pulled her to her feet.

She felt wobbly on her feet, like a baby deer learning to stand for the first time. He toyed with the drawstring of her pants and ran his fingers along the waistband, her skin prickling there.

“Let’s get these off,” he purred as he pulled on the drawstring. “We don’t need them anymore.”

She let him slide the rest of her clothes down her legs, and she suddenly remembered that they were in front of the large windows, the curtains wide open and waving in the slight breeze. A shiver ran through her body and she couldn’t take her eyes away from their reflections in the pane.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he said softly, bringing her attention back to him. “There’s nobody out there who could see us. Unless you want someone to see us.”

The thought ran through her mind and immediately warmed her up again as she glanced back at her reflection. He drew her into his lap, his face close to hers so that he could kiss her jawline.

“We look pretty good like this, don’t we?” he purred in her ear. “If someone was spying on us, they’d be in for a hell of a show.”

She relaxed into his body as he wrapped his arms around her and continued to kiss along her jaw and down her neck, his painfully hard cock throbbing against her inner thigh. He could have teased her forever, but there just wasn’t enough time in the world.

“You ready?” he asked as he skimmed his palm down her body and between her legs, lightly teasing her clit. “You’re more than wet enough. Is that just from having my dick in your mouth?”

She whimpered and rocked her hips against his hand, desperate to feel more of him.

“Come on then, sweetheart,” he purred. “Ride me.”

Before he even had a chance to breathe, she’d taken his cock in her hand and sank down onto him. Her soaking, tight cunt enveloped him perfectly as if it was made just for him. A pleasured groan escaped his throat as his head fell back onto the sofa back and his arms wrapped around her waist tighter to pull her closer to him.

She stilled to savour the feeling of him finally inside her as she adjusted to him. She didn’t think it had been that long since she’d last gotten laid or even since she’d pleasured herself, but she needed a moment to get used to having something inside her again. Her hips gave soft little jolts as she tried to find her sweet spot and her body shuddered once his cock brushed against it.

“You feel so good,” he moaned as he squeezed her hips and coaxed her to start moving her hips against his.

She rolled her hips forward, her fountains of arousal giving her more than enough lubrication to ride him without any discomfort. Soft moans and whines flew from her lungs and she tried to stifle them with her hand but he took it and pulled it away from her mouth.

“Don’t be shy,” he said. “I want to hear your pretty voice.”

This was exactly what she’d been dreaming about for an entire week and she was determined to not ruin it by being shy and embarrassed.

Her hands braced on his shoulders, she switched from rocking her hips against his to moving up and down at a steady pace. She didn’t care that she wasn’t able to hit her sweet spot as well, it was worth it just to see how his face changed from cocky to blissful.

His eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated on the pleasure she was giving him, her warm cunt squeezing him perfectly and tightening with every little pang of pleasure she felt. He sat up straighter so that he could kiss her jaw and the soft spot behind her ear, being sure to moan quietly and send shivers throughout her body, telling her how good she felt, how well she was riding him.

His words spurred her on more, determined to continue riding him no matter how much her thighs burned. She moaned brokenly as she panted, her breath quickly running and her body starting to tire, but she couldn’t stop now when she saw how good he was making him feel.

She stopped to catch her breath and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, letting him pull her into his body so he could rest his head on her shoulder. She was still so wet that she could have sworn that she could feel her arousal dripping onto his thighs.

He must have felt it too, she thought as his cock twitched inside her. Her hips unconsciously bucked against him and she shivered when he delicately kissed her shoulder.

“Want me to take over?” he asked her through his own deep breaths. “I don’t mind.”

She nodded and started to climb out of his lap, but he stopped her with his hands on her thighs. He hooked his hands under her knees and picked them up to wrap around his waist before holding her tightly to his body and moving her to lie on the couch without taking his cock out of her.

The old couch wasn’t the most comfortable thing she’d ever laid on, the cushions almost flat, but she was happy to handle a little discomfort when it was easy to ignore.

She kept her hips around his waist as he hovered over her, kissing across her collarbones, up her neck and across her jaw before pressing a longer kiss on her lips. He slowly rolled his hips into hers, hitting her sweet spot without trying to find it and making her moan against his lips.

“How’s that feel?” he asked her. “Feel better?”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “Yeah, that feels good.”

He sped up his pace, keeping his strokes mostly gentle, but just firm enough for her to be able to feel them. She tangled her fingers in his long hair, twirling the blond locks around them and gently pulling every time her walls clenched around him.

“Keep doing that,” he moaned as he buried his face in her neck.

He kissed the crook of her neck, alternating between caressing her soft skin with his lips and gently biting as his hand drifted down her body to play with her throbbing clit. Her hips jumped slightly at the contact, as if a spark had ignited inside her.

She moaned his name and begged him to keep touching her, keep kissing her, keep fucking her. She didn’t want the moment to ever end, but the spreading fire in her cunt told her that she was close.

Her legs tightened around him and she pulled his hair harder as she panted and moaned, her climax building and building until she thought she was going to scream.

“You gonna cum, babydoll?” he husked in her ear.

She could only whine and nod.

“Me too.”

He angled her hips so that he could meet her sweet spot better and sped up his thrusts. The dull sound of his hips colliding with hers were drowned out by her moans as her body was wound up more and more.

Her climax finally arrived with a sharp gasp and a loud moan, her hands tightening in his hair as she shook in his arms and her legs falling away from his waist. The feeling of her walls tightening and loosening made her delirious, as if she was drunk on the pleasure he’d given her. She felt like she’d been propelled into space and was floating among the stars, afterglow burning through her body.

When she came back to the ground, she could still feel him moving inside her, his hot breath on her skin as he chased his own climax. She stroked his back and played with his hair as his hips stuttered, his orgasm arriving with a series of moans of his own as he spilt his warm cum inside her.

He held himself up on shaky arms as he recovered from his climax, his breath coming out in shuddering pants before he slowly pulled out of her and gathered her into his arms again. She melted into him, his skin warm against hers as he rolled them over and rested her head on his chest. His heartbeat thumped under her ear as he caught his breath.

“You feeling okay?” he asked her tenderly as he stroked her head.

“Yeah, why?” she asked, her voice a little rough from moaning so much.

“Just checking in,” he said. “Especially since I kind of sprung this on you.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I happened to look out of my window last weekend,” she said and lifted her head up from his chest.

He stroked her cheek and pulled her in for another soft kiss.

“It is. You’re fun,” he said between kisses. “Maybe we should make this a regular thing.”

“Maybe we should,” she agreed as she settled back into him, her head resting in the crook of his neck.

The next Saturday morning, she gave a curious glance over to Corey’s apartment and found no signs of life.

A huge part of her hoped that she wasn’t just another disposable girl in his long list of random chicks he’d invited over, and there was a small voice in the back of her head that told her she was.

After getting ready to take a walk around the neighbourhood, she went to the front door and found a piece of paper lying on the doormat. It was too early for mail and she wasn’t expecting any deliveries.

She bent down to pick the note up and unfolded it.

Want to go on a date? - C

A smile crept over her lips as she folded it back up again and put it in her pocket. She unlocked and opened the door and was about to step out into the hallway when she came face-to-face with Corey.

“Well?” he asked. “How about that date?”

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