I feel like I see a good bit of stalker! or kidnapper!Simon but not really anyone else so hereâs Price being weird and creepy.
cw: stalking, creepy illegal shit, smut, dubcon, f!masturbation, unwilling vouyerism
Maybe it was the fact you lived near a military base or maybe you were just paranoid, but you always felt like you were being watched on your way home. Mostly in the evening, it felt like there were constantly eyes on you and sometimes in the morning if it was early enough. But you never saw anyone when you looked around so you figured it was just your mind playing tricks on you.
You just went to work, came home, that was it. Maybe occasionally you stopped by the grocery store but you kept your schedule pretty consistent, there was really no reason to be âwatchedâ. Most of your neighbors were either young families or soldiers that kept to themselves, so it was most certainly just your imagination, right?
Thatâs what you kept telling yourself until you came home to find groceries waiting for at your door. Groceries you never bought or ordered ahead of time. In fact, they were the routine groceries you bought every two weeks and you were going to go buy the following day. You look around for anyone possibly looking for their items delivered to the wrong place but it was a ghost town in the hall so you just bring them in.
Your heart was drumming in your ears as you set the bags on the counter and stare at them, trying to figure out what was happening. You go through every single item, checking for anything suspicious but none of them had been tampered with. You wipe your hands off on your pants and slowly start putting everything away, part of you glad that whatever this was had saved you some money. You stay alert for the next few days in case anyone comes by asking for missing groceries but nobody ever comes. So maybe it was meant for you.
Nothing else odd happens for a good bit, about a few weeks. And then youâre woken up at precisely 9 am on a weekend by a knock at your door. You get up and open it, finding a woman standing there with a bouquet. She asks your name to confirm and then holds out the bouquet.
âDelivery just for you, thereâs no sender name but there is a note.â
âOh. Thank- thank you,â you shut the door and check the note, some scribbly but mature looking handwriting on the paper.
Missed seeing you. Glad youâre doing well.
âWhat the fuck?â Your heart begins to race again and you try to figure out who the hell could have sent this. Suddenly you felt extremely watched. You didnât even want to be home anymore. So you get changed and do the best thing you could think to do. You go to your neighborâs.
You knew heâd be up early, so you had no issue knocking over and over until he answered. John looks at you worried, not sure what was going on.
âEverything alright with ya?â He asks, ushering you in without being prompted. âKnockin like youâre panicked.â
âCan I stay here for the day? I just- weird things happening and I would feel better not being alone.â
John has to run his hand over his beard in order to conceal the smile overtaking him as he nods. âCourse. Ya hungry? I can make ya somethin.â
It was a lot harder to keep his composure around you than he thought it would be. He would feel himself getting too excited at the fact that you were finally in his flat sitting on his furniture talking to him about the groceries and now the flowers. John, being the good and innocent neighbor he was, listened intently and made sure to comfort you when you needed it.
âWell Iâll tell ya what. Youâre safe with me, alright?â He rubs your back and his hand sneaks up to the back of your neck before coming back down. âYa want me to install an extra lock on your door? I can do that.â
âPlease. If itâs not too much trouble.â
John was quick with it, coming over the next day to install the lock on your door and even some alarms on the windows for good measure. He stayed with you for a few hours too, showing you how everything worked and getting a lay of the land. Then you excused yourself to the restroom and he knew he had to be quick. He had already found optimal spots within five minutes of being inside and set up small, imperceptible cameras in said spots. Then, of course, one in your restroom just before he left.
The extra security was reassuring, knowing no one could get through that extra lock and the alarms would be loud enough for the whole building to hear if anyone tried to get in that way. All that comfort was for nothing though, since you were being watched even more closely now.
John had every camera pulled up on his laptop, connecting it to the television so he could see you better. Heâd watch you come out of the room and to the bathroom, watch you brush your teeth. Watch you shower, make yourself a coffee if you were especially tired that morning. Then youâd leave for work, come back hours later and make dinner. You had a cute routine on your down time, usually indulging in a hobby or sometimes napping. What really bothered him, though, was that he couldnât see your bedroom.
Luckily, he knew your schedule down to the second so he knew exactly when to break in. Obviously he couldnât use the door so he went in through the one window he didnât activate the alarm on. The whole space smelled like you and as much as he wanted to stay and go through everything, he had to be quick. He goes down the hall to your room and the door was already open, like you were just begging him to enter.
He looks around and finds a spot with good visibility to place the device. He sets it up and walks in and out of the room several times to make sure it wouldnât be seen, checking from every angle possible. Once heâs satisfied heâs about to leave but stops right next to your laundry pile. Johnâs eyes linger on it for a few moments before heâs digging through it and pulls out a pair of panties. He holds them up to his nose and almost lets out a guttural moan, cursing to himself as his cock begins to twitch almost immediately.
He takes them with him as he makes his escape back to his place. Not too long after, you get home right on schedule and heâs watching the whole thing. Drop your bag, have some water, go to the bathroom. Then finally, into your room. He watched as you shut the door and stripped down to your underwear. He was expecting you to strip down entirely and go shower but you broke the routine. John leans forward in his seat and watches as you get comfortable on the bed and close your eyes before trailing your hand down and between your legs.
He watches as your fingers circle your clit with practiced precision before pushing them into yourself. You were pretty quiet, small breathy sounds coming out with each curl of your fingers. John was zeroed in, palming himself through his pants imagining how it would feel to be inside you. Heâd been imagining it for so long, from the moment heâd caught you moving in and helped you carry a few boxes. His hand wasnât enough to do the job, so he cooks up a plan. That night, he waits until youâre in bed and asleep before going out and back in through the window which of course, youâd left unlocked.
âLittle birdy should know betterâŠâ he mutters to himself as he drops in and quietly sneaks to your room. He nudges the door open, standing over your sleeping form for a few breaths. He reaches out and moves your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. âSo pretty, ainât ya? My pretty thing.â
His voice was quiet but you stirred anyway, brow twitching at the slight disturbance. You donât wake completely, still pretty out of it as your eyes open a few centimeters.
âYeah, itâs me. Iâm gonna take care of ya, alright?â
You nod and close your eyes, shifting under the covers. Johnâs eyes dart down and he carefully uncovers you, jaw clenching when he sees your shorts shifted in such a way that it just barely exposed your folds. He exhales slowly as his hands run along your hips and ass and he hooks his fingers under the elastic band. You shift again and he pulls your shorts down and off. His hands kept roaming and squeezing the meat of your thighs, causing you to wake up again. You go tense as your brain catches up and you realize someone broke into your house and is now groping at you, not remembering that it was John.
He feels your muscles lock up and he squeezes again, hovering over you beside your ear. âItâs just me, darling. Donât worry.â
You donât say anything, figuring you must still be dreaming because John was trustworthy, he wouldnât do anything. You slowly relax and feel as he starts squeezing again, drowsiness returning. You let out a sigh as he thumb swipes over your folds, a warmth very quickly pooling and you feel him spread around your slick when his thumb swipes again.
âBloody hell, ya must want it.â He chuckles softly before kissing your neck softly. He spreads your folds carefully and slips a finger in, groaning as he feels your walls clench around it. He moves slowly, bringing this familiar sounds out of your mouth as he works your hole. He kisses your neck again, nipping at your ear. âSo fuckin wet fâme, ya want me to fuck ya? Think ya can take it?â
You let out a sleepy whimper and nod, clenching around his finger again. He pulls his hand away and removes his pants, laying you prone bone and lining hinself up. He just barely gets the tip in when youâre squeezing him already. His fists grip the sheets on either side of you as he collects himself enough to continue. He moans lowly as he bottoms out and feels your cunt swallow every bit of him.
You moan below him, turning your face into your pillow. John starts moving and lets out harsh hisses every time you squeeze around him. He could barely get himself to pull out with the way you kept sucking him back in. Eventually he gives up, just burying himself as far as he could and grinding his cock into your warmth. You start to get a bit louder than heâd heard before and he knew he was getting you close.
âYa gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna let me fill ya up?â
âHng- John? John?â You turn your head, now fully awake and blinking up at him. âWhy are you-â
âShhhh, youâre okay. Left the window unlocked. Now ya gonna let me cum inside ya?â
The look you give him is complete and utter disgust and betrayal but the way you clamped down on him in response to his question told another story. You moan out a string of curses and harsh words at him as your legs tense and you cum around him, eyes squeezing as he fills you entirely with one final thrust.
Youâre glaring at him the entire time heâs pulling out and admiring the mess heâs made of you, spreading it around some more before pulling your shorts back up.
âNo need to say such awful things, sweetheart. Go back to sleep, Iâll stay with ya.â
âFuck you, John.â You elbow him in the ribs when he wraps his arms around you but fall asleep anyway, deciding youâd handle it in the morning.
