The girl who didn't exist | Yandere! Bully x Male! Reader [ Pt. 2 ]
! MDNI !
Pairing : Yandere Bully x Male Crossdresser Reader
Content Warning : dubcon, bullying (verbal and physical), general yandere behavior
Author's Note : finally finished writing. never expected to write so much since this was supposed to be a quick fic lol T-T anyways, enjoy reading, my inbox is also open for requests!
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Walking into your shared classroom felt like a death sentence. Kaino’s presence lingered, suffocating and more intimidating than usual after what happened last night. His eyes followed your form as you went to take your seat at the very back row, his gaze almost stripping you. Measuring. Calculated.
With his group, he’d still bump your shoulder whenever you passed him in the hallways, a muttered “Princess” under his breath. But instead of his usual confidence, the insult felt hesitant. Like a question he didn’t know how to ask you.
Then lunch time came. You’d usually pack your own lunch and eat in an empty classroom to hide yourself away from Kaino and his group, but trouble seemed to find you either way.
You were halfway through your hearty meal when you heard the classroom door slide open then back close. Instinctively, your head turned towards the sound. It was Kaino.
The sound of dragging reached your ears, and before you could protest, he dropped into the seat he placed across from you, the force rattling the table. His friends were elsewhere. For once, it was just him and you.
You expected him to start speaking as soon as he sat down, but the silence simply stretched on. Finding it awkward, you turn your attention back to your meal and continue chewing with feigned calmness. Like how you acted unbothered when he approached you last night.
Then he finally cleared his throat “Hey.”
You didn’t bother to look up from your meal and look at him, afraid that you might give off a hint for him to pick up on if you raised your head. “What?”
You felt him lean closer, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. “Do you have a sister?” He asked.
You paused your chewing for a mere second, your shoulders tensing. Then you continued, not wanting to raise suspicion “No.” You answered. Kaino’s expression made it seem like you had just slam the door on his face.
“Cousin?” He asked again, teeth gritted in frustration. He wasn’t too far off, but you weren’t about to let yourself get caught.
“No.” You shot him down again, but he was persistent.
“Neighbor?” “No.”
“Friend?” “..” You raise a brow.
“Anyone who looks like you?” Finally, you raised your gaze to look at him, and for a split second, you caught his eyes lighting up. A semblance of hope.
“No. Why are you asking me all of this?” You asked flatly.
Kaino’s face flickered almost immediately, expression tight. He was unable to answer, it’s not like he could openly admit that he was currently obsessing over someone who looked like you. That would be..
Kaino shook his head at the thought. Yes, you were pretty, but he cursed himself for looking at you that way. There was no way he could like a boy, no matter how pretty you were.
“Forget about it,” he scoffed under his breath. The silence persisted, both of you silently staring at each other. His eyes watched you with the intensity of someone trying to remember a blurry dream.
Then the bell rang. You took it as an opportunity to escape the situation. Your chair scraped when you stood up, packed your things, and left the room. Kaino stayed still for a second longer, then muttered something under his breath and walked out.
That night, your phone that was usually cold from the lack of messages buzzed to life with continuous messages. It started with an unknown number.
Unknown: Do you go to bars?
Unknown: This is Kaino btw.
You simply stared at the screen until it blurred. You didn’t bother replying, telling yourself that he’d forget about the whole ordeal after a few days. Then another message came in two minutes later.
Kaino: Hello?
Kaino: I know you’re reading my texts.
You set the phone down like it was hot, turning it off and heading to sleep.
That didn’t stop Kaino from trying anyway. The next day, he followed you halfway to your locker like a duck trailing behind its mother and asked almost absent-mindedly “Have you ever tried growing your hair out?”
You blinked at him. “What?”
He furrowed his eyebrows, almost as if he was upset at himself for asking something so ridiculous. “Nevermind. You look like a princess with short hair either way.” He muttered dismissively, lost in his own thoughts.
Later, you caught him scrolling on his phone between classes, thumb flicking too fast, searching, searching, and searching. But there was nothing to find. He was obviously starting to grow frustrated. You almost laughed.
The girl didn’t exist online because she didn’t exist at all.
Kaino’s frustration turned into obsession, and obsession turned into recklessness. He started hovering, looming in your periphery, waiting for a crack in you. The intensity of his assaults grew, not only verbally but also physically.
Normally he’d only shove, push, and pull. But recently, he began to use his fist against you, leaving bruises on their wake. You were going back to your dorm with a black eye, swollen lips, and bruised abdomen daily.
As much as Kaino felt guilty for having to rely on such measures, it was his way of easing his frustrations. He thought that if you looked beaten up enough, he would stop finding you pretty and stop comparing you to the stranger he’d been obsessing over.
But that only made it worse. Who knew he could find someone so attractive even when they’re all bruised up and crying?
Kaino was starting to get restless. Nothing was working. No matter how much your face bled and swelled, he still found himself locked in a bathroom stall after each beating, face flushed and a hand tucked inside his pants. He’d moan your cousin’s name like a prayer with each stroke of his hand, yet it never felt right.
Then he tried your name once. “Y/..n,” he muttered under his breath, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly agape as his breathing quickened. He felt a shiver run down his spine, eyes wide as he felt the familiar warmth of his climax’s aftermath staining his hand.
He stared at his hand as if he grew a sixth finger, skin sticky from his own release. “.. What the fuck?”
It was only a matter of time before desperation got the best of him. He needed to see her again.
The cornering happened on a Friday. It happened behind the gym after classes, when the sky was bruised in the late afternoon and the air smelled like rain. You were on your way home when Kaino stepped in to block your path.
Your stomach dropped at the mere sight of him. “Move,” you said, almost instinctively.
Kaino refused to budge. But he also didn’t touch you. His hands were at his sides, fists flexing like he was wrestling himself. “I know it was you,” he said.
Your blood went cold.
He took a step forward, you took one back. That reaction was enough to tell him everything he needed to confirm, a raw laugh escaping his lips. It wasn’t mocking, not deranged either, just.. cold. It was a laugh you’d hear from someone in disbelief.
“I can’t find her. I can’t find anyone matching whatever information she gave me that night. And you’re the only person who makes sense.”
You tried to step around him. He shifted with you, still not touching, but blocking. “Stop,” you snapped. “I don’t want to hear whatever conspiracy theory you have.”
“I’m not gonna hurt you.” Kaino swallowed, but it seemed like he was reassuring himself more than he was reassuring you. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted. “Not just because of that ‘girl’. But because it’s.. you.”
Your throat tightened. You wanted to spit something back. You wanted to walk away. Was this a confession? If so, then it was ridiculous.
“I’ve heard enough,” you stopped him before he could start rambling. “I don’t care about what you feel about me or that girl you speak of. I just want to go home.”
You could sense his anger rising at the blunt rejection. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to turn him down when he was finally vulnerable for once. You found that out the hard way.
“Kaino–” You gasped out. His weight was pressed against yours, your lips swollen and cheeks bruised by the hand tightly gripping them to keep your head in place. You feel a wave of deja vu hit you as soon as his lips meet yours for the second time into a rough, heated kiss.
You could almost feel his frustration. His desire.
His grip on your cheeks tightened, prompting you to part your lips to give way for his tongue to slide right in. A hand wandered down your waist and brushed over the bruises he had left a couple days ago. His touch so gentle spoke to you, as if asking for your forgiveness with no words.
He pulled away soon after, watching your expression with a dark look. Expecting. “Do you remember everything now, [Fake name]?” He asked. “Did you enjoy watching me piece everything together like an idiot?”
You flinched at the harshness in his tone, chest aching at the thought of being caught. Averting your gaze, you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to look at him. “.. There’s no need for all of this. Just beat me to a pulp already if you’re that mad.”
He frowned in dissatisfaction at your answer. Did you really think he was confronting you just because he was mad?
No, he wasn’t just mad. He was livid.
Not only at you, but at himself for taking this long to make his move.
“And you think that would make everything alright?” He scoffed out a laugh. “No, you’re going to do something else for me.”
That’s how you found yourself wearing an exact replica of the clothes you wore that night at the bar. You were surprised that he’d even remember what you wore. But then again, he did imagine ripping it off of you that night but never got the chance to do so.
His hands settle at your hips, thumbs slowly tracing circles against the fabric. “You’re so pretty,” he muttered under his breath, looking at you as if he was undressing you with how intensely his dark eyes stared at you.
Then he leaned in to kiss you. It was slower than you expected. Like he’s deliberately refusing to rush, even though his body wants to. His lips part, warm and insistent, the sound he makes is quiet and wrecked, like he was granted access to something sacred.
Kaino exhaled through the kiss. He lifts one hand and trails his knuckles lightly along the side of your thigh, over the hem of the skirt, testing your reaction and was satisfied when he felt you groan against him. He ate up your moans and whimpers like a starving man in the middle of a desert.
His hands eventually trailed higher until it brushed against your throbbing erection. He pulled away, eyes dragging over your face again. “You know,” his voice dropped until you could barely hear him. “I keep thinking about you leaving that night.”
Your stomach tightens. Kaino’s thumb circled around the tip of your leaking cock. A restraint disguised as touch. “What about it?” you asked quietly.
Kaino leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. A stark contrast to the rough hand that suddenly wrapped around your shaft, making you gasp out loud. He pulled you with him until you were chest to chest. His hand slid up and down at a constant pace, using your pre-cum as a lubricant to help his hand glide more smoothly.
His touch was careful, but the need underneath it is obvious. “I won’t make the same mistake twice,” he says. "You won’t be leaving tonight." It was phrased like a fact; landed like a boundary.
You hissed at the warmth building up at your lower abdomen, eyes glazed with tears as your grip around Kaino’s shoulders tightened, trying to keep yourself steady. Your legs were trembling, his words blurring inside your head.
You muster up some of your strength to reply, voice breaking slightly. “That’s not.. your decision.”
Kaino’s jaw tightens, a flash of something possessive, and then he visibly reins it in. His hands loosen, his shoulders drop.
“Say it,” he says hoarsely, basically pleading. “Say you’ll stay because you want to.”
He kisses you again, deeper this time. As if you were going to fade away if he lets you go.
The pace of his hand quickened, learning each vein and ridges with a patience that feels deliberate and shaky. You feel his restraint slowly fading, allowing the entirety of his desire to take over.
Your breathing grew heavy, mouth brushing against his. You closed your eyes tightly, the tears resting against the brim of your eyes trailing down your cheeks as you reached your climax and painted Kaino’s hand white with your load.
You were shaking in his hold. Kaino stills. Then very quietly he muttered, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But you did,” you say shakily in disdain, not cruel, just true.
Kaino pulled his soiled hand away from under your skirt, using his other hand to wipe away the tears from your cheeks. “I know.” His eyes didn’t seem to show any remorse despite his acknowledgement.
Instead, his mouth finds your neck. He kisses there, slow, then pauses as if he’s about to bite, about to mark, about to make his claim final.
He stops himself.
Instead, he presses his lips there again, gentler, and murmurs against your skin, “You can go ahead and hate me for it. It won’t change the fact that you’re mine.”
