Yandere! Farmer x Fem Reader SMUT
Synopsis: A boring road trip leads you to meeting a dashing stranger. Though, your affections for the man seem to have caused a small misunderstanding.
Warnings: smut, p in v, noncon and dubcon, stalking, violence, degenerate stuff it’s a yandere cmon now
Sorry for being gone for literally ever. I’d been working on this piece for months but I kept writing a sentence and then getting distracted. Yippee we finished it!!
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The downpour of rain hit the roof of your car with a clank sound that drowned out the local radio. You had been driving for hours; a busy little college student heading on a road trip to meet up with a few of your friends at a getaway cabin. Spring break would end in only a few days, and then it would be right back to the countless sleepless nights and agonizingly long lectures and laboratories. You weren't sure of the exact location, but knew it was farther south than you had ever travelled.
Farmland was all you could see as you attempted deciphering the street signs. A few patches of forest separated them all, with cows and horses stretching across plains and older men working the fields. You admired the simplicity of their lives, though were certain the hard work put into maintaining everything is nothing to scoff at.
You weren't particularly worried driving through the unfamiliar roads either, even as the dark expanse of a forest became never-ending. Sundown was approaching, and you were certain a motel would appear at some point, situated within a small town of kind civilians and run-down architecture.
Nah, you weren't worried.
So what if your car was making an odd sound? And the engine light turning on surely can't be anything serious.
Surely.
Your car, bless its soul, made it just before the forest ended. Empty fields appearing beyond and faltering your once composed mind.
"Fuck me," you grumbled out, grabbing your phone to call for some help. You wondered if one of the guys would be willing to fetch you, or if you'd need to search for a local mechanic's number. You looked out the window of your car, admiring the emptiness of the land. "...If there's even one nearby."
Your phone's signal was cut, the blue icon flickering between a single bar and the sos symbol. It was springtime, meaning the air still held a chill to it that sent shivers and goosebumps across your skin. You wouldn't have minded sleeping in your car - frankly, it was something you did fairly often when you'd return from a party too drunk to walk into your dorm properly - but the lack of something to keep you warm dissuaded you.
As you began crawling into the backseat, a knock at your front window startled you. You turned around, rather embarrassed by the compromising position.
It was a man staring at you, clad in a blackened raincoat. You couldn't quite see his face properly, even as you sat down correctly into your seat. You weren't even sure if it was really a man at all; lest it be a monster.
He did see you, however, sat politely behind the steering wheel, big round doe eyes staring at him like a lost puppy. When he saw your car, the last thing he expected was a pretty, modish woman. You certainly weren't from around the area, and your jumpy attitude only confirmed it further.
You rolled the window down barely an inch, just enough for your voices to meet but nothing else.
"Can I help you?" You questioned.
The man snorts. "Can I help you? Yer car broke down right in front of my property."
Your voice lacked the accent he was so accustomed to hearing.
"Your property? But I didn't see-" Just beyond the rain and mud and auburn fields lay a home made almost entirely of wood. The porch lights flickered, and you wondered why they hadn't been on before. A quiet huh escaped your lips before you turned to the man once again. "Could you call a mechanic or something?" Your question was genuine, polite. So, why the hell is he laughing at me?
"A mechanic? At this hour?"
"It's like 8 pm."
"Mechanics 'round here close at sundown. I could take a look at yer' car in the morning, once the rain passes," he suggests, a slender finger tapping at the side of your car's hood.
"Oh, yes please! I'd appreciate that so so much." Your pleading face was cute to him. Perhaps you were skittish at first, but it seemed like you were beginning to warm up to him, so why the hell was your window still up?
He pondered for only a moment. "It's cold out here, why don't ya come back with me. I'll fix you a meal." You could faintly make out the whites of his teeth as he flashed you a smile.
You shook your head. "I'm okay. I'll sleep in my car."
You weren't an idiot. Who in their right mind would go into a strange man's home?
He rather appreciated that; how careful you seemed to be. Intelligence wasn't his strong suit, so he could admire when someone was smarter. The man scratched at his neck, flashing another awkward smile you would barely notice.
"Alright then, I'll sleep out here as well. Keep ya safe from any dangers."
Your eyes widened as the man's figure lowered, back resting against your car door. "Wait- What?" You laughed out.
He wasn't lying. You peered into the closed window, his shadow pressed against the door of your car with his head leaned forward.
And he stayed like that.
All night.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't find it a bit alluring, his politeness. Is this that southern hospitality they talk about?
By morning, the rain had cleared and the sun shone brightly, the light awakening you from your deep slumber. You rubbed your eyes, your back sore from the uncomfortable position you slept in. When you shifted your head, all you could see were big blue eyes peering into your car window. You yelped and moved back, arm banging against your steering wheel and honking.
"Shit! You scared me, dude!" You scolded.
It was the man, blonde curls falling loosely across his face and freckles decorating his tanned cheeks.
You would have found him attractive had it not been for him looking into your car like a creep.
He laughed. "Sorry 'bout that. Wasn't sure if I should wake ya. You slept like a dog."
You raised a brow. Perhaps, you were far too on edge. You mumbled an apology before lowering your window a bit more; an act that made him significantly more nervous than it probably should have.
You unlocked your door and stepped out, your clothing a clear contrast to his. You wore something bright and airy, with sandals that are clearly more for comfort than functionality.
"I'm (Y/N)." You offered him a smile and a hand.
He returned your expression, taking your smaller hand into his. "I'm Carter." He noted how soft your hands felt, a feeling he could only relish in passing as you returned your arm at your side.
"So," you clapped your hands together, "You said you can probably fix my car up?"
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From that day on, you had exchanged numbers and found yourselves messaging each other almost every second of every day of your vacation. He was kind yet assertive, calling you every night to wish you a peaceful sleep.
"Hi Carter," you giggled into your phone, your friends eyeing you and nudging each other.
One of them didn't agree with you getting all cozy with a man you just met; and you were typically the type to agree. But, something inside of you simply knew he was safe. Plus, it was just a little fun! You'd forget all about him once you drove back home - and you're certain you're just something new and exciting for the little farm boy to bite into. It's not like he's gonna wanna settle down with Miss college parties, you had told your friends, pointing at yourself and giggling.
"Hey, Sugar. You goin' to bed?"
"About to. We're gonna watch a movie first." You replied, doing all but kicking your feet.
"Alright then." The line went quiet for a moment before he spoke again. "You leave tomorrow right? You wanna stop by for a bite? I'll make ya a nice lunch 'fore you get on."
You could hear the nervousness in his voice, the slight shaking, as though your rejection would be the worst news he could possibly hear.
You pondered for a few seconds, weighing the hazards of meeting with Carter again. You imagined if he were a serial killer, he would have done it when you were isolated and nobody knew of his existence. It wouldn't make sense for him to decide now to kill you off.
So, with a shrug, you responded. "Yeah, I'd love to!"
You were smart, so he had to be smarter. Gain your trust and get you interested in him as much as he's interested in you.
He just needed you to meet him half way.
And you did.
You sat on a stool in Carter's kitchen, a mug with coffee sitting deftly between your fingers while he finished cooking. Every once in a while his hand would brush up against your thigh, or your lower back, or perhaps a slight swipe at your hair. You often leaned into the touch, if only subconsciously.
It was raining outside again; something that seemed to happen often when you passed by his home (and by often, you mean twice now).
"Ya like steak sauce?" Carter put a hand atop your head, ruffling your hair lightly.
You laughed and pushed him away. "I love it."
"You got it." He smirked, leaning over the counter.
"While the food finishes, ya wanna see something cool?"
"Sure!" You chirped, already following behind your crush.
Carter led you to the open field just beyond his barn, the grass yellowed and dried against the sunset's warmth. "Be careful. I wasn't expecting ya to wear such tiny shorts," he admitted, swiping away at any larger weeds in front of you.
You blushed, almost embarrassed. "Sorry about that..."
"No! Ya look good. Real nice and sophisticated," he complimented.
"Like a city girl?" You joked, rolling your eyes.
"Ain't nothing wrong with a city girl." Carter's ashy blonde hair seemed to fly out of his face as he spoke, his freckles on full display. "To be honest, I feel like a fool chasin' after you the way I do."
You cocked your head to the side. "What do you mean?"
Carter scratched the back of his neck. "I... I don't know. Yer real nice, and pretty too. Feels like I ain't deservin' of it."
You lightly punched his arm, a light blush coating your cheeks. "Don't get all bashful on me now..." Your voice trailed off, quiet and low. "I do like you."
At your words, Carter's head all but swiveled, eyes widened and a toothy grin plastered on his face. "Yeah? You do?" His voice was almost lower than yours, though you could sense the excitement behind it; a slight tremble every time his words came out.
You simply nodded. "I wish I could take you home with me." Your manicured finger made its way to his cheek, trailing along his jawline. Carter gulped, unsure of what to do with himself.
He licked his lips, the words at the tip of his tongue threatening to release.
"You should let me visit again. Next year, I mean. During break." You started, "I'll get my friends to rent the same place."
That was when Carter stopped in his tracks, the both of you now at the far edge of the farm and at the cusp of a forest. "What?" He took a step away from you, your hand now resting at your side again. "Next year?" He questioned, almost scoffing at the very thought.
"Well, yeah," you laughed. "When else?"
"Aren't ya interested in me?"
You pondered for a moment, realization dawning on you that this man did, in fact, believe this to be a serious romance and not a simple fling. "Oh wait, Carter- Hold on-" You also stepped back, an action he didn't take kindly to.
"What? Ya just wanted to fuck the dumb farmer?" He rolled his eyes, closing the distance between the both of you. "I take the time to court ya, all gentlemanly like, and yer' just here for a decent fuck?"
"I'm sorry, Carter. It wasn't my intention-"
"It was! It was yer intention!"
"I thought that you thought the same thing!" You rambled on. "I thought you were looking to mess around a little. I mean I'm all-" you motioned to yourself, "and you're all traditional southern whatever!"
Carter tsked and clicked his tongue. "For a city girl, you sure talk real stupid."
He could practically see the smoke coming from your ears. Your smaller frame all angry and irritated stirred something inside of him. He couldn't stay mad at you. Of course, not.
He just needed to meet you halfway.
Yeah, that's it.
He'll give you a nice good fuck, and then convince you to stay with him. That’s what you wanted, right?
But, before he could speak again, you had already began storming off.
"Hey! Don't go runnin' just yet!" Carter called to you, jogging just behind.
You flipped him off, "Leave me alone! I'm going home!"
Okay, sure, a little rude. He could deal with it. That's your appeal really. All educated and headstrong. Prim and proper and likes to tell men what to do. He could handle it.
"Stop runnin', (Y/N)! I'm not playin' with you!" You noticed a growl in his voice; something sinister yet silent. When you looked back, you noticed the speed at which he was running after you and your blood ran cold.
He wasn't running after you. He's chasing you. And he's doing a damn good job of it. You opened your mouth to scream, but before any noise could leave, a large hand had already clamped itself right over it. You could smell the musk of his sweat, hear his heavy breaths as his legs pushed you into the ground.
Carter's body pressed against yours, pinning you onto the earth as the weeds and dried grass prodded at your skin. Two slender fingers forced themselves into your mouth, exploring the wetness of your tongue as they began pushing further into your throat.
"I told ya not to fuckin' run." He scolded, his free hand tightening around your waist while his legs tangled themselves with yours. Carter inhaled deeply, the scent of your fancy perfume and sweat a mixture that sent his head reeling. He peppered kisses against your neck, trailing down and licking at any vein that crosses his path. "I told you! And you kept on runnin' anyway!"
You bit down on his fingers through your gagging, the tears welling in your eyes as he grunted and squeezed at your waist tightly, red markings appearing where his fingers pressed. "Fuck you-"
YANK
Carter pulled your hair back, forcing your back into an unfamiliar arch as he brought his free hand to your front. He lifted your shirt, feeling at your tummy, squeezing, then moving upward to your breasts.
You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, but your body betrayed you. As his rough hands massaged into the fatness of your chest, your face contorted into something that bordered on relaxed and angry.
"How do you like it?" He whispered into your ear, a deep laugh resonating from within his throat. "How you like yer' tits played with, I mean."
He rolled a slender finger across your nipple, pinching it and then rolling and then pinching it again.
His body pressed against your back, like a predator entrapping its' prey. Even just his looming presence was enough to keep you shaking in his embrace. His bulge was heavy against the swell of your ass, every struggling movement from you causing an unintentional rut. Carter was teetering on the edge of insanity, wanting to take things slow despite the need for release.
"I can't baby, I need to look at ya." He spun you around, your back lying against the dried grass as he pulled at your shorts. "Ya wore these for me, right?" He smiled, his canines almost unnaturally sharp. "Why don't we pull em off, see the real treasure hidin' underneath..."
You struggled against his grip, hips jerking at every direction in a futile attempt of keeping your shorts and panties up.
Carter's patience ran thin, his slender, calloused fingers pulling out a pocket knife and pointing it at your neck. "Relax, sugar."
Your eyes widened, hands gripping at the grass slowly loosening as you nodded feverishly. "I'll be good. I'll be good." You pleaded.
His smirk sent a shiver down your spine, the pocket knife trailing down from your neck to your shirt, the seams ripping as he continued going further down. "Fuuuck yeah, yer a beauty." The cold of the knife's blade sent goosebumps across your skin. Your shirt and shorts were discarded. The only thing keeping you clothed are your panties, the pink lace a contrast to the dirty jeans and button shirt Carter sported. "This is what ya wanted, right?" He laughed, almost breathlessly.
Carter brought the pocket knife up to your clothed cunt, a demented laugh escaping his throat as he prodded oh so lightly at your entrance. "P-Please, don't hurt me, Carter," your voice was strained, barely above a whisper.
But the way his name rolled off your tongue ignited something within him. "Oh don't worry, pumpkin. I'll make ya feel reallll good in a second."
With the last of his restraint, Carter sliced the fabric of your panties to reveal your soaking cunt, head immediately lowering to lick a stripe from the back to the little nub at the front. Your whine was loud as you tried moving back. Carter's hand found its way to your neck, forcing you to the ground and then laying flat against your chest.
Before he could continue, he looked up at your panicked expression, eyebrows furrowing. "Nah, ya know what? I have a better idea." Straightening his back out, Carter planted his knees into the grass before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you forward. "Why don't I make ya work for it? An apology, for leadin' me on."
He shoved your face into his clothed bulge, dragging himself against your lips and cheeks and groaning. "Yeah... Let's do that." With one hand, Carter unbuckled his pants and pulled them low, his erection springing free and smacking the side of your face. He laughed, the freckles on his face practically disappearing from the redness of his cheeks.
His dick is red and angry, a long vein trailing from the base to just beneath the tip. It twitched every few seconds, at least you thought it did, you weren’t sure with him holding you so close to his crotch. You almost wanted to touch him, an arousal you weren’t entirely against slowly washing over you. Carter’s penis matched his frame perfectly, long and not particularly girthy. His balls weighed heavy against your jaw, and you could see his resolve cracking as he just barely bucked into your face.
“Do somethin’ nice for me, and I’ll repay the favor.” When you didn’t budge, he slapped his dick against your cheek. “Wake uppp, doll face.”
You brought your hand up, slowly and carefully to not alarm Carter. He seemed so expectant, excited even at the thought of your pretty little fingers working him up to the edge. You dragged your pointer finger down his length, causing a whine to escape his lips.
When you received no refusal, you brought his dick to your lips, your tongue licking at the tip while your hand gripped the rest and began pumping. Carter’s face quickly contorted into one of pure bliss, biting his lip and eyebrows furrowing.
“That’s it, baby… That’s it…”
You were certain you wouldn’t be able to fit the entire length in your mouth, but you would do what you could. The wetness of your tongue taking almost half sent Carter reeling. His head rolled back, neck exposed and Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
“Fuck, too good too good.” He babbled, beginning to jerk into your mouth.
Just before he could cum, he yanked your hair back once again, a frustrated moan escaping you.
Carter’s eyes widened, frenzied and excited.
“Ya like getting face fucked by me? Hm?”
He moved his body to lay over you, gentle kissed trailing from your chest to your jaw to your cheek, and then finally landing against your lips.
“Taste so good, sugar.” He mumbled, licking at your bottom lip before forcing his tongue inside your mouth.
You grabbed his shoulders, holding onto Carter as though he would disappear if you let go.
Through your making out, he lined himself up with your entrance, another one of his mischievous smiles gleaming at you.
“Do ya want it?” He questioned, an air of innocence about him. He poked at your entrance again, egging you on.
You were frustrated, both in anger and sexually. Of course you were pissed at Carter, but god seeing his dick mere centimeters from fucking you exactly how you wanted is driving you mad.
You nodded slowly, looking away in embarrassment.
He tsk’d.
“With words, or I’ll just face fuck you again.”
You made eye contact, if not for anything but your need to win.
Your flushed face mirrored Carter’s, but the fire in your eyes contrasted the love in his. “Please, Carter.”
“Hm?” He cocked his head to the side, a cute humming sounding from him.
“Carter, please just fuck me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, almost inaudible if Carter hadn’t been so close.
But it satisfied his needs more than enough.
His length pushed past your walls, groaning at the tight sensation of your walls.
“Fuck- yer too-” He couldn’t finish speaking, you had moved your hips to take him further, practically knocking the wind out of him. He chuckled. “What a little slut.”
He slowly began pumping in and out, arms at either side of your head, your moans practically music to his ears.
His pace was steady, eyes admiring the way he disappeared into your cunt with every filthy rut.
“So tight… so good…”
“I’ll fuck ya real nice.”
“Yer all mine. This pussy,” he thrust into you, a struggled moan escaping his lips. “Mmf, this pussy is all mine.”
Your legs wrapped around his waist, arms slinking around his neck and pulling him down.
You stared at Carter, his movements pausing from your sudden movements. Your eyes, which once held a fire so strong it burned, were now strangely soft. You pulled Carter into a kiss; one less frenzied and more affectionate.
When you finally released him from your grip, Carter’s face was entirely red. A nervous frown replaced his confident smirk and his eyes seemed to dart in every direction.
That was too much.
Way too much!
When he looked down at your fucked out form, he dipped for another needy little kiss before beginning rutting into you once again; this time at a much faster and messier pace.
“Mnf, yer too good, baby. So good for me.”
His thrusts became frantic, no longer following a rhythm as his release began nearing.
A calloused finger began rubbing at your erect clit, Carter’s determination to get you off at the same time as him never faltering.
“I’m gonna cum, gonna cum gonna cum,” he murmured, words trailing on as a string of saliva connected your mouths.
One last thrust into your sopping cunt had Carter seeing stars, ropes of white shooting from his dick and into your womb in mass amounts. He didn’t slow, however, continuing to fuck you and play with your clit until you finally let out one last piercing moan, nails scratching at his back from the bliss escaping you.
“So good, Carter.” You whispered into his ear.
A shiver went down his spine, exiting you as his dick became hard once again.
He laughed breathlessly, scooping you into his arms. “Let’s go again.”
