#sinners jack oconnell

noise complaints

18+ mdni!

your neighbor is a dick.

only way to put it.

you’ve asked nicely— 12:37 am you’re angrily banging on his god forsaken door. “hi it’s me - again, mind keeping the volume down?” with that polite smile.

you’d asked like a bitch— 2:47 am and none of the regular ways are working so; “damn it remmick, turn the fucking music down!” while kicking his door.

each time he had the same answer, “promise to keep it down, darlin’” with a too toothy grin. you’d roll your eyes and stomp away and he’d watch.

this time was different though.

the music was coming from your apartment. you were stressed and decided to drink a little. little turned into a lot and you ended up drunk blasting music.

bang bang bang

in three’s each time

“yeah alright!” you holler before swinging the door open “it go any lower darlin’?” the man muttered “does yours usually go any lower? it’s always blasting!” you slur drunkenly “you’re kind of a dick”. you should’ve shut up.

“‘scuse me? ‘m a what now, princess?” he’d lean in.

“i said—you are a dick” you snapped “no but i got one to stop up that pretty mouth” he finished leaving you looking dumbfounded.

“turn the music down, yeah?” to which you nodded.

this time was on purpose though. you were calling his bluff.

you were blasting music so loud that the whole floor was vibrating. it was selfish of you to do such seeing as other people had to sleep and you were really only trying to get remmick’s attention.

❝ great, another empty promise. should’ve knew he was bluffing. ugh, he not coming, cut the music off ❞

just as you’re walking towards the stereo system, he’s knocking at the door.

you squeal before turning the knob on the radio down and opening the door. “yeah?” you question with faux cluelessness.

“music’s loud” he groans irritatedly “is it?” you reach over and turn the music up louder, “i hadn’t noticed” with a daring smile.

you knew you shouldn’t have been a smart ass. he practically warned against you being a smart ass. you didn’t listen.

“open that fuckin’ mouth, doll” remmick would growl slapping his thick tip against your face. you moved your head around chasing his tip, waiting for it to stop moving so you could suck him up.

“ahh” you hummed with your tongue hanging out your mouth, he slid the veiny cock across your wet mouth as if testing how wet it is.

you stared up at him for a minute before he spat in your mouth—“swallow it baby” to which you did and he patted your head. “good girl, open up wide” he told stroking himself just before your eyes.

the man entered your mouth with a hiss and waited a second before making any movement. he slid himself down your throat then back up a few times.

testing the waters.

soon, he face fucked you relentlessly.

you were covered in spit, cum, and saliva. each entry and exit sounded so wet and sloppy. he loved it.

“take it all, babydoll” remmick would grunt as he shoots his load down your throat. the tears that had welled in your eyes have fell already and you didn’t care.