Pairing: Neo/Thomas Anderson x fem! reader - 1.6k words
Warnings: smut, P in V sex, no use of y/n, non-con/rape, incel/creep behavior, bondage, manhandling
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Summary: Thomas has tried everything to get your attention, but this isn’t the kind he wanted. Now he has to take it.
A/N: This fic was requested by @saturnalia2808!! I hope you love it, pookie!! 🫶🏻 Also, the title is totally NOT a reference to An Unhealthy Obsession.
divider cred: @sister-lucifer
Thanks to @arch-b1sh0p for beta reading!
You walked into work one bright, sunny morning, coffee in hand, ready to start the day, when you saw him. Thomas. He sat at his desk, scrolling at his computer, absolutely not doing any kind of work.
Thomas was a grade-A creep. He'd buy you things and leave them at your desk. You swore he was taking pictures of you, but you couldn't prove he'd done it. You hated him with every fiber of your being and wished that he'd just stop existing already. Suddenly, his voice startled you out of your thoughts.
"Hey..." Fuck.
"Hey Thomas," you said shortly, not at all interested in interacting with him. You sat at your desk and sat your bag on the floor next to you. You hadn't heard him walking over until he was right behind you.
"How was your weekend?" he spoke up. You had to hold back your groan.
"Fine," you muttered as you booted up your computer, wishing to any god that would listen that this could go any faster.
"Do anything fun?" he prodded, trying any way he could to extend the interaction.
"Thomas!" you finally snapped. You couldn't take it anymore. "Would you leave me alone?! I don't like you! I don't wanna talk to you! Just, go away! Please!" He stood there, looking a bit shocked and hurt.
"Right… yeah… sorry…" he muttered, walking away. For a split second, you almost felt bad, but you really just hoped he finally got the message. The rest of the day went by smoothly without any further interaction from him, and afterward, you went home.
The next day, Thomas didn't greet you like usual. He didn't even look at you. Just kept his eyes on his computer and stayed quiet. It was quite a pleasant surprise. Little did you know, the anger that was beginning to fester inside him. After all the gifts he left you, every time he'd been nothing but nice to you, this was how you repaid him? He wasn't going to stand for this.
You didn't see Thomas the next morning, which was odd. He never missed work. A chance to sit at a computer with no supervision? And get paid to do it? He wouldn't miss it for the world. You felt an awful pit in your gut, but tried to ignore it, figuring it was just leftover anxiety from the whole situation.
About a week later, you sat at your computer at home, scrolling through some forum you'd found while going down one of your usual internet rabbit holes. It was dark in your house, aside from the light from your computer screen. You were thinking about how odd it was that you hadn't seen Thomas. Maybe he got fired? Or found a new job? Either way, you were just happy he was gone, now you could finally work in peace. Your computer suddenly started to glitch, which snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked confused, watching the text on the screen glitch and distort. You attempted to click away, but you couldn't click, your mouse didn't work anymore. Your computer was no longer under your control.
You watched in horror as your computer glitched and crashed, suddenly making terrible screaming noises, causing you to clamp your hands over your ears. That was when you saw it. Or rather, him. There was a man stepping through your computer screen. You let out a scream as he suddenly launched at you, clamping a hand over your mouth. He was tall and pale, with black hair, slicked back, wearing all black clothing and sunglasses. It took you a minute, but you recognized him. It was Thomas.
"I really did try to be nice to you y'know…" he muttered, still pinning you to the floor. "You were all I thought about. All day, everyday. I bought you gifts, I constantly asked how you were doing, I'd give compliments on compliments, and this is the thanks I get? Being screamed at in front of the office." He had a firm grip on your jaw as he spoke, making sure you couldn't look away from him. "You should've just played nice… it would've been so much easier for the both of us…" You trembled beneath him, terrified and entirely confused. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." He gave a small smirk as he began to lean down toward you.
"We're going to have a LOT of fun now…"
The way he said it sent a chill down your spine. He suddenly grabbed your hair, keeping a tight hold on it as he dragged you up onto the bed. You cried out, kicking and screaming at the burning pain in your scalp.
"Thomas!! Stop!!" you screamed, attempting to kick at him. "Let go of me!!"
"Stop squirming, you little-" he cut off as he tossed you on the bed. You let out a cry as the back of your skull hit the headboard, causing the whole room to spin.
"You couldn't have just listened, could you?!" he shouted before leaning down to mutter in your ear. "Now I have to take what I want…"
With that, he began to rip off your clothes. He wasn't nice anymore; he was letting out every ounce of frustration that had been pent up inside him for so long. You attempted to stop him, but the room was still spinning and all you could do was let out a whine in protest as you lightly nudged his hands which he easily worked through.
He tore open your shirt, causing buttons to fly off as he exposed your torso. You huffed, once again attempting to push him off. You were beginning to regain your strength and he didn't like that. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head.
"You're not getting out of this…" he growled, lifting your wrists to tie to the bars of the headboard. Wait…tie…? How did he-? You look up to see he's tied you up with computer cables??? Where the fuck did those come from?? With your still-blurry vision, you look back to him, finding computer cables have just kind of… appeared.
"What the fuck is going on?!?" you cry out, confused and scared.
"You're not escaping me, sweetheart… Not any time soon…" he murmured, wrapping one of the cables around your throat. He proceeded to remove the rest of your clothes before moving to his own. However, he could barely keep his hands off you long enough to fully undress, latching his lips onto your neck as he slid his pants down just enough for his length to spring out.
"Thomas… please don't do this…" you begged, your voice little more than a desperate whine. He just laughed.
"It's a little too late for that…" he muttered, "But if you beg hard enough, I might be a bit nicer about it… maybe I'll even make sure you like it…" He let out an awful laugh that shook you to the core.
You put your dignity aside in an attempt to spare yourself the trauma. However, as you begged and pleaded, you felt your core begin to heat up. It had been a while since anyone had touched you, especially like this. You couldn't help it, especially as his fingers teased your entrance. It was almost hypnotizing, the way his fingers were circling your clit and running up and down between your lips.
"I can feel that… you getting all wet for me…" he let out an ugly little laugh that made you wish so badly that it wasn't true.
"Fuck you," you spat angrily. He just sneered, moving closer and suddenly shoving himself into you as he tugged on the cable around your neck. You let out a loud cry, not expecting the sudden intrusion. "Fuck!"
"Hey, you asked for it, sweetheart…" he muttered, evilly snickering as he settled on a quick pace, leaving you whimpering and moaning as you struggle against the cables still constricting your hands.
You hated how good it felt. You hated how much you needed this. Your body was betraying you. He pounded into you until all you could smell was sweat and sex. The sounds of heavy breathing from the both of you bounced off the walls, echoing back at you.
He leaned down to kiss you and you didn't lurch away. You kissed him just as hungrily. He noticed and swiftly upped his pace, moving quicker. He pulled back to look at you, the both of you drenched in sweat.
"I knew you'd like this if you just gave me a chance…" he whispered breathlessly, gazing down at you. You breathed heavily, your gaze locked on his. You began to feel that pressure building up and you gasped softly.
"Don't fucking stop…" you demanded, causing an evil little grin to spread across his face.
"Oh, but sweetheart, I'm not anywhere near done with you…" he muttered, slowing his pace. He kept you right on the edge for a while. The whole time, your body was desperately attempting to reach climax, your hips rocking in time with his.
"Fuck… faster, god dammit!" you growled, growing frustrated. He let out a mocking laugh.
"Alright, alright, calm your tits…" He suddenly sped up, thrusting into you harder than before. You gasped, your back arching against the bed. He practically shoved you into your climax as you cried out, shaking and panting as your hips rocked, allowing you to ride out your high. Shortly after, he thrusted deep into you, letting out a grunt as he spilled inside you, his body shaking. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily.
After a moment, he weakly lifted, looking down at you. You locked eyes, just staring at each other before he leaned in and kissed you lightly. You kissed him back, the both of you sharing a surprisingly tender moment after all that.
"Sorry about… that…" he muttered weakly, still panting lightly.
