Pin You down- In The Dark
Yandere male in this story is unnamed so I'll let your mind wander darling~.
CW/TAGS: obsessive yandere, suggestive content, sexual content, stalking, stalking smut, Dub-Con, yan x reader, yan x beloved, yan x darling, yandere male x reader. This is not M x M, or M x F, but completely gender neutral!!! I hope you enjoy. ♡
It's another Friday, it's February sixth, you just got home from yet another long shift at work, fresh from a shower, towel wrapped about your body as your hair is dripping small droplets onto your shoulder, back and chest. You let out a little sigh as you walk around your apartment, the scent of this mornings coffee still lingering in the air from the corner of the countertop where the coffee machine sit, cold. Your apartment is relatively clean, despite you having left it in disarray this morning, you don't remember scheduling house cleaning today, maybe the usual cleaner came by accident? That's the first thought that crosses your mind. You shrug as you go to the cupboards' and grab a glass and fill it with water. You pad barefoot to your living-room, small droplets falling to the floor with soft plips as you walk to your desk against the far wall, near a window. The sun already set hours ago, the night dark outside of the city lights on outside, it's relatively quiet tonight, only 9:30pm, and instead of going out, you've decided to stay in tonight.
How-, responsible of you, darling.
You lean forward and reach a hand out to touch along your PC, finding the power button with ease and clicking it. Booting up your computer, the starting screens flash slow, you set your glass down near the mouse as you turn to pad toward your bathroom to grab a brush. When you make your way back to your desk you finally sit in front of your computer and log in, you lean back in your chair as you scroll through your email and social media. Brushing your wet hair carefully before setting the brush aside on your desk. Sipping water as your friends start to message you through discord. Crossing a leg over a knee as you sit, towel parting slightly over your thighs with the movement. You smile as you load Spotify and play music, your Bluetooth speakers connecting. The music thrums out with a low slow moody, atmospheric and seductive songs, the rhythm of the song comes out with a flirtatious lilt. A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you smile at your discord reading messages and server activity. Your skin is damp and glistening under the dim glow of your monitor and the kitchen lights behind you. Droplets of water steadying down wet strands of hair before they fall along your skin like patiently slow-, gentle trickles of rain.
As time goes on, you scroll through your usual sites, gazing over porn, erotic literature, you lean back further into your chair as you scroll through, pausing for moments at a time to really appreciate what you're looking at. You shift subtly in your chair with soft sighs leaving your barely parting lips. Your eyelashes fluttering slightly as you uncross your legs and slightly part them, reaching a hand down over your toweled body. Your hand pausing along your chest for a moment, before sliding down your waist then hip, only to pause at your crotch. Hips shifting up to give yourself better access as you dip your fingers beneath the towels hem to trace along the wet sensitive skin along your crotch. Brows pressing together as a particularly sweet sigh leaves you. Completely unaware that you're being watched from behind the cracked door of your bedroom.
Fuck you have no idea how good you sound-..
The slow thrum of Worship by Ari Abdul begins to play as your fingers dip to slowly rub and trace along the sensitive flesh of your crotch, a sharp inhale through your parted lips sounds out into the living room space that lingers to your bedroom. Honeyed brown eyes gazing at you from the dark of your bedroom just behind the door, peering through the opening between the door and the frame, lids half lidding as he watches you silently. His own breath catching as his right hand reaches up to firmly grip at the edge of the door making it creak on its hinges lowly. The sound not even registering to you as your tongue glides along your lips as your movements of your fingers begin to grasp and stroke. The soft wet slick sounds beginning to fill the air with the thrum of the music. The damp towel wrapped around your body loosens and parts over your thighs exposing you to the cool air of your apartment. His gaze fixated on your back as he doesn't need to see what you're doing to know exactly what you're doing, to know based off of the pretty sounds leaving your lips and the slick sounds from your parted legs that you're pleasuring yourself.
His left hand gropes along his crotch, already growing hard just from the sight and sound of you, his hands slowly groping along his length in his jeans. All as you sit there gasping softly as your eyes close for a moment, the song ending and another song playing. "Mmn.. fuck me." the words come out in a low desperate lilt from your lips, falling on his ears like a prayer to be answered. He slowly steps aside from the door as he pulls the bedroom door open, left hand still on his crotch groping, his breathing shallow but quiet. You bite your lower lip as you lean your head back over the top of your chair, a panting groan leaving your throat, before you swallow. Your fingers curling in/around the slick wet excited flesh in messy strokes. Wet shlick sounds filling the air as you gasp out a whine, face and shoulders flushed as your hand leaves the mouse to reach to your chest. Stepping closer, heel to toe in silent steps of his black boots, he makes his way behind your sitting frame as your hips roll forward into your touch. Eyes gazing down at your unaware and pleasure consumed frame, slowly reaching his right hand out to hover above your head as he watches you pinch and grope your nipples.
Fuck-.. look at you angel..
He pauses as he stands directly behind you the warmth of your body so close as you play with yourself, radiating that he can feel it along his clothes. Instead of reaching for your head he reaches out to firmly but gently wrap his fingers and palm around your throat, his left hand leaving his crotch to grip onto your damp shoulder where your damp hair still drips post-shower. The scent of your shampoo, soap and your light musk wafting up to meet his nostril filling his senses as he gazes down at you. The sudden touch startling you as you freeze and your eyes open wide with a mix of fear and surprise. What you see isn't someone you know-, but someone you recognize, though you don't even know his name, he's certainly not your cleaner. You've seen him around, when you've gone grocery shopping, took the trash out, at your work, college-, it hits you, he's been stalking you. Your heart races as your mind races not even attempting to cover yourself. Your movements still as you stare at each other. Then finally he leans down with a disturbing but charming grin on his lips, whispering hot into your ear. "You said, 'Fuck me', I can do just that my darling. If you let me.~" His voice is low and gravelly laced with a seductive honeyed tone that makes you shiver, and whimper, legs trembling slightly as you lean into his touch unintentionally. His hand around your throat makes you swallow as you bite your lip again, you're so aroused-, and he-.. He is offering you something that you can't really say no to, not in your current state. He carefully parts his lips to take the helix of your ear between his teeth in a gentle nip. Causing a low whine to leave your lips that makes his length twitch against the taught fabric of his jeans. He slowly traces his hand from your shoulder down your chest to grope at your chest and then roll your nipple between his fingers. "Oh god-.." You want to ask his name but the pleasure from his firm touch overrides your thoughts, eyelids fluttering for a moment as you arch into his touch.
You begin to resume the slow motions of your fingers along your sensitive flesh of your crotch, the wet slicking sound continuing again as the air is filled with your breathy whines. His touches growing firmer along your chest, then down your towel to pull it loose so it falls along your seat. The cotton fabric pooling around your hips, not leaving much to the imagination anymore. A low chuckle leaves his throat against your ear as he leans in close. He nips at your cheek as he firmly grips your throat, his other hand gripping at your him and slowly pulling you up to stand. He kicks your chair out of the way from between you two, causing it to skid across the floor before it topples over with the towel a few feet away. A low gravelly growl leaves his gullet as he steps closer as he pins your back to his chest by holding you by your neck. You swallow nervously, are you really going to let this man do what he wants? Before you can think past that his thumb along your hip begins to rub slow circles against your skin in firm strokes. "Shh.. I got you, lovely. I'll take care of you." The touch soothing before he reaches down to your crotch his hand firm against yours, his fingers dip in along yours guiding your touch on/in you in firm strokes. You lean your head back against his shoulder as a shaky moan comes out, hips rolling into your combined touch. "F-fuck."
His fingers soon replace yours as you lean into his chest, your hand gripping onto his forearm as he takes over your pleasure. His hips rolling slow and steady against the air between yours as he trails his thumb along the ridge of your throat and bites along your nape. The slow bites accompanied by low groans of his own. The music only a distant background noise in comparison to the groaning from him and your moans. It isn't longer than a few minutes that you're forcefully walked to and shoved against the wall a few paces from your desk, the corner dark outside of the glow of your monitor. The force of being shoved and pinned against the wall makes you gasp and your eyes snap open as your hands plant themselves against the textured wall. You turn your head to look at him but he places his right hand on the back of your head pinning your head to the wall with a gentle but firm motion, grinding his hips against your bare ass. his hand that was along your crotch leaves the wet heat, the sudden vacancy of his fingers making you whimper out. The sound met with a low chuckle of his own as he unbuttons, unzips and shoves his pants and underwear down in a smooth movement, freeing his thick twitching member as it leaks pre against your ass. "You're shaking, it's okay darling. We need this. I've got you." His voice is hushed as he parts your legs with his boots, firmly pushing your feet apart, before he grips your hip and pulling your ass toward him. He angles himself so his leaking cock is grinding against your entrance, slicking against you with each slow deliberate pass. He groans as he holds your hip firmly his grip iron tight as you're pinned against the wall. "Oh-.. god.. please" The words you moan out are a surprise to you, the words eager, desperate, he's right you do need this.
It's not long until he slides the head of his length into you, grinding and thrusting forward inch by inch into you until he's buried to the hilt, his hips pressing against your ass. Breathy hushed groans leaving him against your shoulder as he hold you pinned against the wall, your legs shaking as you whimper out moans from the slow slicked stretch. You grasp for purchase, palms against the wall as your eyelids flutter with the warm slide of him thrusting in and out of you, nails digging against the wall. His chest pressing firmly against your back, the pressure and weight of his body keeping you from moving, not that you'd even want to. The wet squelch and shlick sounds of him pumping his length in and out of you making his breathing grow ragged as he holds your hip tight, his hips slapping against your ass as he picks up his pace. God he's fucking you harder, and he's not slowing or letting up his grip on you at all, it almost makes you see stars. You can smell the warm vanilla and citrus of his own soap and subtle musk of his sweat as it begins to bead along his skin. "You feel so good baby. So much better than I imagined." The admission comes out in a gruff hushed groan, voice straining lowly between breaths. He's imagined this a thousand times since meeting you, masturbating late at night after following you home countless nights. Endless nights stroking himself in the dark of his car just down the street from you, after breaking into your apartment and stealing your shirts, and underwear, but this, this is heaven. And he refuses to finish before you and waste this chance. That is what this is, isn't it? A chance for him.
Pins you down- in the dark.
X: "Would you like to continue dear? Maybe a part two?"
