Robert Pattinson Smut Collection (Robert Pattinson X Reader)

Hot Neighbor 1

You're new to the area, just started a new business, but haven't made any friends or met anyone interesting yet. You moved from out of state to get away from your abusive ex and decided to start over in LA. It's been amazing so far.

Moving in, most of the neighbors on the street came to introduce themselves to you. Everyone was so sweet, and most were families and celebrities some retired and had houses here.

You walk out of the front door in yoga pants in a crop top with house shoes down the driveway to the mailbox. Your boobs are bouncing freely as it's eight on a Saturday morning. No one's awake yet.

As you turn to walk back in, you shuffle through the mail, looking up to see your immediate neighbor fixing the sprinklers in his yard. You haven't met him yet, but he isn't facing you keeping you from Saying hi.

From what you can see, he's a fucking hot. Brown hair, just a tad of blonde, just past his ears, sunglasses, and t-shirt shows off his arms just right. It's the mid-70s, but the sweat is glistening on him. He looks kinda familiar but you can't really see his face.

You realize you're staring in your driveway, so you go inside before he catches you.

You haven't had sex for so long. You hadn't even gone out on a date in months, well, at least a year. You've just been too busy trying to make a life for yourself, starting your business, and buying the house.

maybe you can just do some work over the weekend, the house you'd bought did need to be painted. You are looking to hire painters for the job, but since you have nothing else of interest to do, you can paint it yourself.

Later in the day you make a trip to a local store to buy the paint supplies you need. You also purchase a ladder and a few garden tools, intending to start a flower garden in your backyard one day soon. You unload your equipment and go inside to change clothes.

You wonder what your neighbors would think when they see you painting the house by yourself. After putting on a pair of old levi's and a white t-shirt and covering your hair with a bandana to protect it from paint, you go back outside to start scraping off the old paint around the windows.

An while later you decide its time to have some lunch and cool off a bit. Its gotten to the low 90s and you're sweating. You don't notice the curtain move in the window next door as someone watches you progress.

You finish the windows at the front of the house. Cleaning up your equipment, you head inside and make dinner and shower off the day's sweat and grime. It's gonna take you the next week or so to finish, but you need a new project to keep your mind occupied.

You get a phone call from Madison, your childhood best friend who's just moved to New York to start her dream job as an astrologer on the cities biggest news station.

You talk about how everything is going, and she brings up your ex. Ben is looking for you, she heard from her mom who's best friends with yours. He left you for some bartender with a coke addiction, and now that he's done with her wants you back. you were with him since high school and through college.

As long as no one told him anything about you being in LA you're good. You look over at your pistol sitting on your nightstand and go to check the alarm system.

You go to sleep and dream of the hot neighbor helping you fix the house.

The following day you make coffee and walk out to the mailbox again. You're not excepting anything and know the mail doesn't come on Sunday. You're just going because you can hear grass being cut next door.

You see him again in a t-shirt and pants pushing the lawnmower. You try not to get caught looking, but just as you walk back from the mailbox, you hear the mower stop. Looking up you see him smirking. 'It can't be at me,' you think.

He nods at you and cranks back on the mower when you get to your door. 'What the hell was that about?' you make breakfast and go to change and realize your shirt was inside out.

You don't know whether to cry or scream. It's not like a noticeable inside out. But It was backwards. You were so tired from yesterday when you put it on.

Sunday flies by as you finally finish the front and begin on the side of the house. You decide to get some tanning in too and go out in only a sports bra and shorts. Your sunglasses and ponytail are a cute addition to your housework outfits as you sit on your porch for lunch. Your neighbor went in hours ago, but you're working the side of the house away from his.

The neighborhood is so lovely and quiet. The kids are playing in water slides and sprinklers with water guns. Your neighbors turn his on and you see them scream and run to play in his yard battling with balloons.

You enjoy them playing and see the neighbor coming out to throw balloons at them and join in. You don't have sprinklers to turn on. One of the little girls runs over to your yard as youre opening a popcicle. You hold it out to her as an offer and she slowly walks to you.

"youre the new lady," she takes the popcicle and opens it all the way handing you back the wrapper.

"yup, that's me; nice to meet you," you take the wrapper pocketing it to throw away later.

"are you famous too?" she licks the popcicle then takes a giant bite of it.

"Um, no, I'm not, are you?"

She has a brain freeze, then sighs in contempt, "ugh. No, I wish, but my mommy is."

The neighbor starts calling her name, "y/n!"
And you see her turn and wave with her whole arm.