could I request some yandere voyeurism with Hoodie please?
Author: @toots-senpai
Fandom: creepypasta
Pairing: yandere! hoodie x reader
Rating: R 19+
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Binding + Gagging, cheating! tw:voyeurism, tw:spanking, cunnilingus, tw:gun!play
nsfw under the cut
He's met up with your little 'boyfriend' a couple times outside of his job. Threatening him to leave you more than once, even putting a gun to his head did nothing for your cocky boyfriend. Spitting in his face and shoving him away with that pansy ass walk off of his. The stupid fucking terrible thrusts to your cunt that actually had you bored driving him absolutely insane. You were on your stomach on your phone as he fucked you so terribly. You were such a good actor for him, every time he pulled his face to yours, you played a pretty broken face, just for him. Even let his pathetic use for a dick cum inside you every night. You go to work unsatisfied, just to come home unsatisfied. Your boyfriend didn't even come home after work every night.
After nights of stalking your boyfriend, he's found that he's got a side piece. Some girl that actually enjoys his dick, that actually begs for him, so nice and cute. You don't do none of the things she does for him. If he had to compare both of his 'lovers' you were the evil stepmother to her cinderella. She was porcelain and you were the bark of wood. Rigid and uncaring to everything around you. You were something completely different than any other person he's stalked. At first, you were just funny to him. He saw you in a drunken bar fight and you threw an entire can of whip cream at a girls head after grabbing it from the bartender which stood behind the bar and laughed when the can exploded somehow, knocking out the girl now covered in whip cream leaving you to get kicked out of the bar. You didn't go without a fight that night either, too drunk to even comprehend your actions when you disagreed and argued with the bar owner about getting out only to end up somehow running away from the cops. You made pig noises for a whole twenty minutes as they chased you and eventually you ended up tricking the cop partners to fall into a bunch of duck shit at the park.
Then there was another incident at a previous job you had. Working as a barista meant getting every order right apparently to the customer in front of you. A karen complaining about the temperature of her drinks at least 10 times before she decided to throw the hot coffee on you. He didn't expect you to one up her and throw the entire, attached may he add, espresso machine at her. You went to jail that night but what type of person wouldn't bail you out and because he payed for your bail and made sure that stupid woman and also those cops were out of sight and out of mind, he payed enough to stalk you these last couple of weeks.
Yet this is the first time he's actually seen you alone at your house in that time. You were waiting for your 'boyfriend' to come over for the past hour. Usually, you don't wait for him, instead leaving and going to pick him up or something else but as he said, you're unsatisfied. Today was a stressful day and you honestly weren't going to beg him to come over, for nothing but his own satisfaction anyways. So you just sat there, watching your favorite TV show... your front door unlocked. If this wasn't an invite, Brian 100% didn't know what was. He slipped in quietly due to your blaring TV screen and slipped behind you and as he did that, he realized he didn't fully access the situation properly. Your fingers tucked into your cunt underneath the blanket as you attempted to touch the spot that made you see stars, instead when you opened your eyes, you saw Hoodie. Mask on and looking intently on you. You didn't shriek or even bother to move, knowing his mask quite quickly due to the shitty repeating TV news station in your new laundry mat job. You just sat in fear attempting to pull away your fingers carefully but he caught your wrist. Strong gloved hand taking your dripping hand from under the blanket and using his other one to slip off the fluffy blanket.
It wasn't your fault for being so comfortable in your own house, no pants or panties as you shamelessly dripped with desire. Your eyes were half lidded yet shocked, scared even but you don't move a muscle. Even when he takes up half of his red smiley mask just to above his nose and takes your wet fingers into his mouth. You pursed your lips together as you watch his tongue purposefully take slow swipes of his tongue around your fingers. You gasped when you realize he's mimicking what he'd do to your cunt as he's pushing just the tip of his tongue between your fingers and you pull your hand away. He let's you which is a bit unexpected, but he doesn't seem to fail with his expectations when he walks around the couch and turns off your TV. It was slightly dark in your living room now, but you could see his perched up mask as clear as day. The brown strands of hair behind the hood and his teeth when he laughed at your expression when he pulled out his dick next to your face. He wasn't hard but you could just tell that he was a grower when you went to touch at his dick and it hardened a bit against just the fingertip you were able to just pass by the tip before he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them above your head, straddling your waist. You were stunned looking at him, and twisted your hips a bit at the sight of his drooling hardening cock. You were confused at what he was doing, his expression unnoticeable by the black mask sitting on top of his nose.
All you could do was watch his pretty cock harden and drip against the skin that was exposed from your comfortable house wear. He grabbed something behind you and then tied up your wrists, taking a rag from his pocket and sticking in your mouth. You shook your head from the rag before he grabbed your cheeks and pushed your mouth open to shove it inside. Once you were bound and gagged he smiled down at you, flashing his pearly teeth before ripping off your shirt in one go and you were bare to his watching eyes. Bare to the fingers that trailed down your hips to your inner thighs and spread you open wider than your boyfriend ever has. He's in fact never even bothered to even glance down your body as this man is doing now. He's never bothered to softly trace his fingers down your skin, never with gloves either. You're then struggling, the leather of his gloves incorrectly touching you and you're just trying to whimper for his attention, attempting to push out the rag with your mouth. When it slipped out you gasped and his glance shot up towards you. If you could see his eyes, you knew he'd be telling you to not say a word but, at least you were able to mention his gloves with a movement of your waist pushing up into his hands and wiggling a bit.
How responsive of his touch you are is all he can think about. He's not even thinking about how you want the gloves off until he's swiping his gloved fingers between your dripping cunt and you're giving him a sound of disapproval and settling your hips as you do with your boyfriend. He's growling and flipping you over by your hips, arching your back with a palm above your tailbone.
"The gloves.." You say annoyed, going to turn around to look at him only to hold on the back of the couch for support when his gloved hand slaps your ass. A little too hard, but he's stops and takes them off rubbing his bare hands on your skin. You let out a full moan you don't sigh like your boyfriend let's you. He hasn't even been close to your cunt and he can already see that you're dripping, his fingers going to press just right into your hips so you can give him better whiny sighs. He's better than your dumbass 'boyfriend' could ever be and he's gonna show you. Show you real good. He drapes you a bit over the tiny couch and your fingers can touch the floor a tad when his bare palm come across your ass suddenly once more. You could feel your slick soaking down your thighs as he slaps at your ass a couple of more times before you can feel him slipping his dick between your folds. He's gripping at your ass and smacking it and you know if you move from this position, he'll just smack harder.
Even if your ass is inflamed, red hot and sore and getting worse with every smack and fierce grip at your ass you couldn't do anything else but make noise for him. Submitting to him fully and even fixing your position every time he smacks you out of your arch. He's slowly easing into your cunt too. Enjoying hoe you're dripping with excitement and creaming around his girth as he beautifully stretches into you. All you could do is gasp for air as he slips deep to your womb while smacking at your ass, you're overstimulated and he's taking it to advantage. For hours he will. Retying your wrists multiple times, gagged you with that rag more than once and now he's been inbetween your legs, for the past hour. A puddle of your juices right below you. He hasn't even bothered to gag you since he's been enjoying seeing you drool for the past hour. Fucked out of your mind with your knees on his shoulders, shaking as he suckles your clit and occasionally smacks at it when you take your attention off of him. As much as you beg for him to stop, he knows you don't want him to by the way you're pulling his face deeper. Pussy begging for his cock for upteenth time of the night but you went a little too far when you were pulling him in. Slipping off his mask and accidentally catching his eyes. Beautiful in the split second of your orgasmic haze, low and hazy and pussy drunk, yet you still tried to look away desperately but you already knew the violence to come. He didn't waste a split second on holding you down by the neck and purring about punishment into your ear and as if you haven't had enough tonight, your cunt was already dripping once more. The couch ruined from where you sat and wet against your sitting form. You didn't expect the shine of a glock to be presented to you but it was.
The glock was aimed to your head for a second as he gave you a couple of orders. Watching you turn around and put your face into the wet couch cushion and spread your cunt for him to spit in. You whimpered and pushed his spit back into your quivering hole and he's locking eyes with you for a whole round. Ramming into your ass and forcing your head deeper into the couch cushion so he can have the perfect angle to see your drooling mouth and cunt at the same time so he can desperately cum as deeply as possible.
You don't notice your soon to be ex-boyfriend outside your front door listening in, but Brian knows. Brian knows that he can and has been hearing you begging for his cum... for his mouth, dick, for him to get closer, to go deeper. Oh he's heard it all. Brian's bringing you up on your knees now as he hears the door creak but he's making sure that you don't notice him stepping in now. He's behind you and holding your neck as he takes the gun and slides it up from your thighs to your stomach. Yet through all of it, he's still ramming while still trailing his gun and he's letting his voice be heard as he stares dead on at your 'boyfriend' through the creak of the door. He's letting the pathetic excuse of a boyfriend watch you get fucked the way you deserve. He's watching intently too, dick hard and pressing a bit at the doorframe as he watches Brian put his fingers in your mouth. You're sucking them like a good trained whore too. Letting yourself drool all over his digits and even arching perfectly against him. Like puzzle pieces clicking together, you looked perfect against him. He put the gun to your head in a final cocky move towards him, a command of your orgasm and you were squirting off his dick, exhausted and almost screaming when you came.
He realizes it too as he's walking away from the door and leaving you there. Maybe he was waiting for the sharp piercing pop of the gun through the air as he walks slow to his car but instead, it's quiet, along with your neighborhood. Your lights are off and his doors are the only thing that 'pops' when the door locks but he knows it's coming. The hollow blast in his ear. When he lays down that night and wakes up to the wind from the open window, he doesn't even flinch at the sound of the safety being unclicked. He expects the pop.
