Summary: You've recently moved away from home, but with the current state of the housing market a roommate is non-negotiable. Thankfully you've found the perfect one! Although, you're having a hard time connecting with him, until... Pairing: M. Yandere Roommate x F. Reader | WC: ~700 | TW: non-con, spiking (?) drinks, and unknowing reader ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ Yandere Roommate Series: ᰔ ii
Your Yan!Roommate was… interesting, or maybe not, depends on who you ask.
He was tall, incredibly so. Large too, filling up every doorway he passed through. You never quite knew where he was looking, or what expression he was making; his height and slightly overgrown fringe made it hard to see the entirety of his face.
While he physically demanded attention, his personality and demeanor was the exact opposite.
He tried–keyword, tried–to pull those broad shoulders in, trying to tighten his personal space; walked with his head down in public to make himself smaller–not that it worked. Never talks just to converse, mainly communicates in low, deep, grunts and hums with the occasional sentence.
But you were determined to see this through–for selfish reasons admittedly–he pays eighty percent of the rent, all the bills and amenities, and keeps the place clean, barely leaving due to his remote job.
If he wasn’t so physically imposing, he’s just an introverted guy, you could absolutely wear him down over time!
Yan!Roommate bit on his bottom lip, hard. He had no choice but to stay quiet, if he could hear your humming from the kitchen, then surely the opposite must be true.
The coffee maker had long finished brewing, the buzzing sound no longer able to act as an extra shield for his low groans. He had to finish, you would come out soon with the promise of caffeine.
He tugged hard on his cock focusing on the blunt, round, throbbing tip desperately chasing his release by abusing it. He hoped to make up for the lack of movement; trying to limit the squelching sound of his pre-cum dripping along his length acting as lube.
His shaky breaths he actively cut short, was more akin to panting than anything. He was trying so hard, but he needed more stimulation along his burning, rock hard length.
Targeting only the tip when the rest of his fittingly monstrous cock was right there? So unfair.
Soft hands, or better yet, a warm mouth to cool off into, that’s what he deserved.
In his concentration he almost missed the sound of shower turning off, “Fuck…”
His heart thumbed, the idea of being caught forced him into fight or flight. But a deeper, awful part of his brain knew this is what his cock needed.
You were surely out of the shower by now, he knew your routine, studied your routine. You rush to dry off, frantic to get into your warm robe–but he could buy a minute or two–you love to take your time applying lotion to your entire body…
“Mh-!” The sheer thought of hands roaming your body giving him that final edge.
Cum gushed out of the tip, thick and viscous, landing into a pink speckled coffee mug.
“Is coffee done yet?” you turned the corner, adjusting your bath robe. A familiar deep, short hum answering your question.
“Great!” you headed for the cupboards, quickly wanting to warm yourself from the inside as well–the chill morning air entering through the open balcony.
“Oh, I made you a cup,” he pushed a pink speckled mug towards you, “two creams, two sugars.”
You grinned, heart warmed at the considerate action, “Aww, you remembered!”
This was your first time living with a roommate and furthermore, a man like Yan!Roommate.
You had upped your happy-go-lucky, cheery demeanor these past few weeks, attempting to shortcut camaraderie, and honestly you were beginning to lose hope–you couldn’t help but let out a small squeal after a big gulp.
The sweetness and creaminess was just to your liking, sliding down your throat in one continuous motion. Huh, maybe you’re imagining it, but it feels a little thicker, taking up more space in your throat than you expected…was that salt?
You lick your lips. Well whatever it was, “Wow! I dunno why but it tastes better than usual–”
You look up, “Oh! Are you okay? Omg, your lip is so bruised.”
Yan!Roommate licked the spot he had bitten, he was so focused on your reaction he didn’t notice it began swelling, “Wait, let me get you some ice for that.”
Perfect timing, he could finally adjust his sweats to mask the growing bulge.
New character unlocked!? Less freaky than usual, but also like not really? y'know what i mean?? cumming in someones food is crazyyy -love, cymbeline
