❤️🩹 - You may not be aware of me, but I am very aware of everything you post
🦷 - I'm considering starting a folder with all the photos I have of you you post
⛓️ - I've imagined taking you from your home by force to place you instead in mine
🌑 - I'd spend every night outside your house, staring in through the window at your silhouette against the light... if I could
🪡 - I want to crawl inside you and live among your guts <3
🔗 - Sometimes I watch horror media and imagine us in some of the roles
🔪 - It aches in me every day that you have a partner. I should be the only one watching, touching, knowing you.
💊 - The things I'd most like to do with you would break at least a few laws
🫀 - I'll never find anyone else like you, and that drives me up the fucking wall.
🩸 - I want to know everything about you, from your bloodtype, your favorite book, the colour of your underwear, your worst childhood fear, to your fingerprints, your phobias and sexual desires.
🥀 - I'm going to find everyone who's ever been loved by you, and I'm going to study their mannerisms, likes, and personality so I can mould myself to be perfectly appealing to you
🍷 - I should get you alone on a date with me, drunk and barely walking. You're so cute like that, giggly and barely coherent. By the time you've passed out i'll be carrying you, telling the barkeep that you've had a few too many, and me, your lovely partner, is bringing you home. Your new home.
💉 - I want to learn all about your history, traumas, addictions... then swoop in during a breakdown to be the perfect angel for you, the gentle savior you'll owe it all to. You won't be able to resist me.
✂️ - I'd jack off to the idea of maiming you with my dads powertools
📌 - If we were in school or worked together, I'd put creepy post-its in your locker just to watch you squirm <3
⚠️ - I want to know what perfume you wear so I can spray it all over my bed... it won't be complete without the scent of you intermingling, though
⛔️ - I'd carve my name into your skin
❌️ - I'd get your name and likeness tattooed on me
🚩 - No matter who you end up with, where you go, what you do, you'll never be able to scrub me off your skin.
Warnings: 18+, age gap, (Cassie 43, reader early 20s) stalking, angst, puppy play-kinda, smut, crude language, and dubious consent.
A/N: sorry, this is a shorter chapter, I'm currently deciding where to take the story from here, but I will keep you all updated and may post some on the side snippets of Cassies POV or just moments from in between chapters!
p.s. I LOVE black coffee lol.
p.p.s edits will probably be made tomorrow, its late for me rn...im really tired T T
Chapter 4: Rabbit in the snare
A snare trap. A lightweight, inexpensive cable device used for capturing wild animals by the neck or body, commonly for pest control or survival situations. Cassie defines it as her love.
The love she's actively watching you become trapped in. A wire snapping over your neck. The stinging as it tears into your soft flesh. Beads of blood dripping down, her tongue sliding up your neck to clean you. She won't remove it. Only sliding a finger under the thread to relieve your pain but only for a moment before letting it smack your raw torn skin once more. Your face pressed to the dirt, wet and tired. Knees are bruising on the branches and rocks. So vulnerable. So exposed to her. No, don't cry. You love her, don't you? Stay there. Be good for her. For once, make someone happy. Make her happy. You're a good girl; endure it. You want it, you love it. You need it.
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"Okay, be honest, are you dating that brunette?” You look up from your notepad, bewildered. It’s 10:21pm; you should've gotten off of your shift twenty minutes ago but sadly had to fix some problem with one of your tables.
"Cassie? you laugh nervously, which made your coworker, Veronica, raise an eyebrow. “No–no, she's just helping me out till my new tires come in.” You try to explain, but she crosses her arms, seemingly unconvinced.
"It's been two weeks,” she started. "You get out of here so fast I haven't been able to say hi.” It's true, you had been getting rides from Cassie either in the morning or at night. She would get you a ride for whenever she couldn't do it herself. You had begged her to let you pay for it yourself, but she always laughed you off.
It was endearing; you enjoyed the time in the car with her. While she made you feel safer, knowing she was just a call away. She also left a lingering sense of fear that you've become accustomed to ignoring.
"Come on," you sigh, grabbing your bag and jacket. “You can say hi, but I don't want to hold her up.” Veronica grins, having finally won. You wait a moment, letting her gather her belongings before the two of you head outside. It's late and dark. The air is cool and refreshing. You walk towards the spot Cassie's Subaru is parked, her usual spot. This became a routine so quickly, your lives intertwining in a way that would be so difficult to unravel. You’re not sure you could; that terrifies you.
The thought of no longer having your late-night talks on the fire escape, Cassie coming to your apartment for dinner when she didn't have Harrison. The nightcaps: a glass of wine for you and a scarily hot tea for Cassie.
That tea, it was a few days ago you learned it was her favorite. Before, Cassie would just sip a piping hot decaf coffee.
"I still can't believe you like black coffee.” You sit down, taking a sip of your wine from your glass.
"I like the taste,” Cassie shrugs with a smile. “But I also like tea, don't you?”
"I do, all sorts. Green, chamomile, and herbal mostly." You shift on your couch, leaning back into it. A trashy romcom playing on the TV. Since the first night Cassie came over, these kinds of movies became your go-to. Laughing and criticizing every cheesy line and action. "What's your favorite?”
Cassie leans closer, her shoulder bumping yours. “Orange and cinnamon spice." You lean towards her, your shoulders warming each other. “I’ll grab some next time I'm at the shop." It was a simple gesture that carried an immense amount of weight. You weren't that blind. You saw the glances she threw your way, and you know she saw yours. Each brief touch, every late-night laugh. The night had become a time that belonged to only the two of you. No friends, family, or even work.
You reach the passenger side, hearing the click of the door unlocking. You open it, leaning down to see Cassie; her hair is falling out of her loose braid, and her scrubs are disheveled. Fuck. You knew she felt sluggish, exhausted even. But seeing her this way always made your heart jump.
"Hey Cassie, my coworker wanted to meet you.” You set your belongings on the floorboard, which is now clean.
"Ah, alright.” Cassie unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the door. You straighten your posture, Victoria following you behind the car where you meet Cassie. She towers over your coworker, giving a polite smile. “I'm Cassie, her neighbor," she says simply, obviously very tired.
"Nice to finally meet you. Miss Quiet over here has been avoiding telling me anything about you besides you being her neighbor.” You had been avoiding telling her anything, afraid if you said too much, you would spill everything. How you're terrified but crave her in an inhumane way, how every time she hugs you goodbye, you smell her and do everything you can to remember how your hands on her back feel. “Are you a nurse?” she asks, noticing Cassie's scrubs. You couldn't help but cringe from Veronica's question; it was innocent enough but felt just wrong.
She shakes her head. “I'm an ED doctor," tugging at her name tag, which did grab your coworker's attention. You felt some pride from hearing Cassie say she was a doctor. Granted, you didn't help with her becoming one, but you were still allowed to feel proud of her.
"I'm Veronica, kind of like her work wife.” She laughs at her own comment, her elbow nudging your arm. You shake your head and let out a scoff.
When you look up to Cassie, your half smile falls completely. No smile, no sarcastic comment. Her jaw is clenched tightly, her eyes squinting. A moment passes before you decide it’s becoming awkward. "Well, Veronica, Cassie and I should get going; it's late.”
The two of you say your goodbyes. The air has completely shifted as you and Cassie become situated in the car, the heaviness crushing you both. You want to speak, but she beats you to it. “Work wife, huh?” she sounds unamused, looking over her shoulder before pulling out of the parking space. Veronica was already in her car. A shame
"She was joking," you say too quickly, but you really don't want Cassie thinking anything is going on between the two of you. Actually, it's the last thing in the world you would want her to think. Especially after everything you've done together—which might not seem like a lot to other people, but to you it’s been the highlight of your year. Cassie nods, her eyes practically glaring at the road. “We barely even talk at work—she mostly just tries to pry at my personal life when she does talk to me.”
You bite your tongue, realizing you aren't helping the situation at all as Cassie's grip on the wheel tightens, knuckles turning white. The only sense of normalcy during the drive is the radio, with random rock songs playing the whole way home, the station Cassie always has on.
You stare out the window, watching cars and street lights pass you by. You want to say something, maybe a joke to lighten the mood. But honestly, you're terrified to do so. You're only asking yourself why Cassie was acting so tense, so scary. It was a joke; you’ve made worse ones where she's fully cackled, hunched over, grabbing her stomach.
You look down to your hands, picking at them slightly before forcing yourself to stop. You haven't seen Cassie react this way before. And why towards you? It's not like you were the one to say it; she did.
Your nose scrunches; now you're irritated. She was being childish, making a big deal out of nothing. "What's your deal?” you ask, with more bite than you intended. She quickly looks at you with a somewhat shocked expression before focusing on the road again.
"Excuse me?” Oh, hell with this fake polite bullshit. Always so high and mighty, yeah, maybe that's something you liked about Cassie, but not right now. Not when you're being put in the doghouse for something you didn't even say. Fucking Veronica, it's the last time you ever give in to one of her nagging requests.
"You heard me, what's your deal?" you huff, leaning slightly forwards to see her face more clearly. “Veronica makes a stupid joke and now you’re acting like she stole your stuffed animal.” Your voice is strained; you feel dramatic—but Cassie was being dramatic. “So say something, dammit." You grit your teeth.
Cassie pulls into the complex parking lot. Slowing down to park. The confidence you had before is completely obliterated the minute she turns off the car and looks at you. She says your name quietly in her rough voice that makes you melt. “What is this to you?”
"What are you talking about?” Your voice shakes slightly, confusion flooding you. She sighs, opening her car door. You quickly follow her, shutting the door harder than intended.
"Me and you," she says, simply walking towards you. She closes in, her chest starting to press against you. Your blood is rushing through your ears, head pounding. “What are we to you?” she whispers in your ear.
"I–I don't know…” You want to say more; you want to say how you feel closer than friends but how the two of you feel too far apart for anything else. She huffs out a breath and laughs. You feel her hands run up your arms to your warm neck.
"Let's go home." Her lips graze against your ear; you want to give in to her. But you also want to run away. ‘Let's go home.' Your heart is pounding, desperately trying to break free from its calcium cage. “Let me make it so violently clear for you.” You only let out a shaky breath as she grips your shoulder and leads you into the complex. The two of you are half running to 107. You ignore it. The cries in your head telling you to become free from her grip.
The moment you shut your apartment door, she slams you against it. Her long fingers digging into your neck. "You're so pretty," she whispers before her lips slam into yours. A hunger-filled kiss, the desperation filling you as her tongue slides against yours. Your eyes roll, her grip on your neck tightening, one hand above and one below your small Adam's apple. Her fingertips dig into the sides of your neck; you can almost feel her fingerprints branding into you. The moment she pulls away, you focus on her face. Her messy bangs, her lustful eyes, that wicked grin.
She practically drags you to your own bedroom. You catch a glimpse of the photos you have on your hallway wall; you can almost sense the judgment from your family. She cuts on the lamps by your door. “Take it off." She starts to pull off her shirt. You comply. Taking off your pants and then shirt, backing up until you hit your bed. Shame fills you as you see the mess on the floor. Empty bottles of wine and liquor. Disgusting. You are disgusting and so inconsiderate of Cassie; that will have to change now, won't it?
So easily letting a woman much older than you defile you. How long have you known her? Two months? You barely knew her, only knowing the simplicities of her life. Her sobriety, her son—you've only met him once at the corner store; even that was brief. Well, you also know her apparent likeness for you.
She likes you. She wants you naked. She is in your bedroom after not knowing all too much about you. your dirty secrets, mistakes of your past. Not even why you're so far from your family. Well, she does know, unknowingly. She doesn't know you. right?
You look at Cassie, who's only left in a simple black bra and grey underwear. Your breath gets caught in your throat. She's almost exactly what you imagined. Full chest and thighs. Bush peeking from her underwear, a thick happy trail.
You scramble to pull down your underwear. Exposing yourself fully to the fox in front of you. You watch as she walks to you, kneeling in front of you, her tired eyes now seeming a lot more energetic.
"You want this, don't you? You nod frantically. She only frowns. “Say it," she practically growls, which pulls a whine from your throat.
"Cassie—please, I want you so bad.” You spread your legs wider, lifting your hips towards her mouth. Serving your cunt to her, she dips her tongue into it. Gasping from the coldness, you grab her hair. “Fuck–Cassie!” Her hands find your hips, gripping them till she can feel your bone. She makes you feel so small. So damned defenseless. She uses the flat of her tongue to lick from your perineum to your clit, lapping at you until you can feel your stomach tighten and your legs starting to shake.
It's not long until your cum is dripping out of you and into her mouth. “Cassie I fini—" You're cut off by a nip to your clit, which makes you yelp.
"Not done," she growls into you, making you whimper from the vibrations on your sensitive clit. A piece of you breaks and reforms as she laps your wetness off from you. Your thighs press around her head, and you receive a moan from her, the gratification making your back arch. Your legs cross behind her head, pulling her deeper into you. You cry out, reaching your second—no, third—orgasm.
Untangling your legs, you whine. Using your hand that's tangled in her hair to tug her away, "St–stop." Your whimper is pitched, desperate. You pull yourself farther up the bed, staring at the wet spot you've left on your sheets.
"Fine." Cassie stands, unclipping her bra and sliding her underwear off. “Be good; bend over, sweetheart." You quickly flip yourself over, exposing yourself to her. Your elbows and knees sinking into your mattress and sheets, you'll definitely have to change them later. "Fuck, you're beautiful.” Cassie mumbles as she presses her cunt against your ass. The heat radiating off of her makes you squirm. She pressed a hand to the small of your back. “Be still.” Her fingers sliding against your dripping cunt—what a tease.
"Cassie–in me–please," you manage to croak out. Already feeling exhausted from her insatiable appetite. She thrusts one or two fingers in you, curling them down. Each thrust slamming into your g-spot.
Your arms give out, and you collapse into your pillow, with only the left side of your face exposed. You can feel sweat running down your face and back. So dirty, so tired.
That is until you feel a hard yank on your scalp. “Get up.” Cassie snarls, pulling you up to where your back presses against her full chest. You whine as Cassie's grip on your hair is not lightening as she moves her hand from behind you, sliding it down your stomach to your pulsing clit.
"Fuck–Cassie, it hurts.” You lean your head back to her shoulder, trying to close the gap. "Please—I'm being good.”
"Aw, does it, love?” she coos, pity and sarcasm leaking from her fake concern. You know this but nod your head stupidly. You feel Cassie's hand leave your head as she makes circles over your clit with her pointer and middle finger. “How about this, Hm?” she asks as you feel her arm wrap under your jaw, around your neck. tight like a wire. Her bicep flexes against your cheek. You move your hands to her arm, not pulling her away but gripping her tightly, your nails burrowing into her.
"Fuck–" you gasp. Your eyes glaze over; between the lack of oxygen and her thrusting her fingers into your soppy cunt so roughly, how could they not?
"Please—please—so good," you mumble quietly to her, your brain practically melting. She peppers kisses against your head, her arm tightening around you each time she leans in. Your knees began to shake; Cassie is the only thing between you and collapsing completely.
"You're so good for me.” Cassie whispers, "You're such a good puppy.” You choke. What—what did she say? What did Cassie just say? You use your right hand to grab her wrist, trying to pull her fingers off you. Your left hand is tugging at her arm. Fuck—she's so strong. “Hold on, baby, I know you’re close." Her voice is rough and deep.
You let out a breathy scream as your pussy spasms. Cassie's arm leaves your throat; her fingers slowly drags out of you. You slouch over, all your weight against her.
You want to say something about what she said. "You're such a good puppy," you try to say, but instead— "Cass?" she hums in response. “What are we? You whisper, turning your head upwards to find her staring at you, her eyes wide. Sweat covered her forehead—a bead sliding down her temple.
She smiles softly, that knowing smile she gives you often. The smile you've grown to adore, cherishing it every time it's gifted to you.
Yandere male in this story is unnamed so I'll let your mind wander darling~.
CW/TAGS: obsessive yandere, suggestive content, sexual content, stalking, stalking smut, Dub-Con, yan x reader, yan x beloved, yan x darling, yandere male x reader. This is not M x M, or M x F, but completely gender neutral!!! I hope you enjoy. ♡
It's another Friday, it's February sixth, you just got home from yet another long shift at work, fresh from a shower, towel wrapped about your body as your hair is dripping small droplets onto your shoulder, back and chest. You let out a little sigh as you walk around your apartment, the scent of this mornings coffee still lingering in the air from the corner of the countertop where the coffee machine sit, cold. Your apartment is relatively clean, despite you having left it in disarray this morning, you don't remember scheduling house cleaning today, maybe the usual cleaner came by accident? That's the first thought that crosses your mind. You shrug as you go to the cupboards' and grab a glass and fill it with water. You pad barefoot to your living-room, small droplets falling to the floor with soft plips as you walk to your desk against the far wall, near a window. The sun already set hours ago, the night dark outside of the city lights on outside, it's relatively quiet tonight, only 9:30pm, and instead of going out, you've decided to stay in tonight.
How-, responsible of you, darling.
You lean forward and reach a hand out to touch along your PC, finding the power button with ease and clicking it. Booting up your computer, the starting screens flash slow, you set your glass down near the mouse as you turn to pad toward your bathroom to grab a brush. When you make your way back to your desk you finally sit in front of your computer and log in, you lean back in your chair as you scroll through your email and social media. Brushing your wet hair carefully before setting the brush aside on your desk. Sipping water as your friends start to message you through discord. Crossing a leg over a knee as you sit, towel parting slightly over your thighs with the movement. You smile as you load Spotify and play music, your Bluetooth speakers connecting. The music thrums out with a low slow moody, atmospheric and seductive songs, the rhythm of the song comes out with a flirtatious lilt. A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you smile at your discord reading messages and server activity. Your skin is damp and glistening under the dim glow of your monitor and the kitchen lights behind you. Droplets of water steadying down wet strands of hair before they fall along your skin like patiently slow-, gentle trickles of rain.
God you look divine..
As time goes on, you scroll through your usual sites, gazing over porn, erotic literature, you lean back further into your chair as you scroll through, pausing for moments at a time to really appreciate what you're looking at. You shift subtly in your chair with soft sighs leaving your barely parting lips. Your eyelashes fluttering slightly as you uncross your legs and slightly part them, reaching a hand down over your toweled body. Your hand pausing along your chest for a moment, before sliding down your waist then hip, only to pause at your crotch. Hips shifting up to give yourself better access as you dip your fingers beneath the towels hem to trace along the wet sensitive skin along your crotch. Brows pressing together as a particularly sweet sigh leaves you. Completely unaware that you're being watched from behind the cracked door of your bedroom.
Fuck you have no idea how good you sound-..
The slow thrum of Worship by Ari Abdul begins to play as your fingers dip to slowly rub and trace along the sensitive flesh of your crotch, a sharp inhale through your parted lips sounds out into the living room space that lingers to your bedroom. Honeyed brown eyes gazing at you from the dark of your bedroom just behind the door, peering through the opening between the door and the frame, lids half lidding as he watches you silently. His own breath catching as his right hand reaches up to firmly grip at the edge of the door making it creak on its hinges lowly. The sound not even registering to you as your tongue glides along your lips as your movements of your fingers begin to grasp and stroke. The soft wet slick sounds beginning to fill the air with the thrum of the music. The damp towel wrapped around your body loosens and parts over your thighs exposing you to the cool air of your apartment. His gaze fixated on your back as he doesn't need to see what you're doing to know exactly what you're doing, to know based off of the pretty sounds leaving your lips and the slick sounds from your parted legs that you're pleasuring yourself.
What a delicious sight.
His left hand gropes along his crotch, already growing hard just from the sight and sound of you, his hands slowly groping along his length in his jeans. All as you sit there gasping softly as your eyes close for a moment, the song ending and another song playing. "Mmn.. fuck me." the words come out in a low desperate lilt from your lips, falling on his ears like a prayer to be answered. He slowly steps aside from the door as he pulls the bedroom door open, left hand still on his crotch groping, his breathing shallow but quiet. You bite your lower lip as you lean your head back over the top of your chair, a panting groan leaving your throat, before you swallow. Your fingers curling in/around the slick wet excited flesh in messy strokes. Wet shlick sounds filling the air as you gasp out a whine, face and shoulders flushed as your hand leaves the mouse to reach to your chest. Stepping closer, heel to toe in silent steps of his black boots, he makes his way behind your sitting frame as your hips roll forward into your touch. Eyes gazing down at your unaware and pleasure consumed frame, slowly reaching his right hand out to hover above your head as he watches you pinch and grope your nipples.
Fuck-.. look at you angel..
He pauses as he stands directly behind you the warmth of your body so close as you play with yourself, radiating that he can feel it along his clothes. Instead of reaching for your head he reaches out to firmly but gently wrap his fingers and palm around your throat, his left hand leaving his crotch to grip onto your damp shoulder where your damp hair still drips post-shower. The scent of your shampoo, soap and your light musk wafting up to meet his nostril filling his senses as he gazes down at you. The sudden touch startling you as you freeze and your eyes open wide with a mix of fear and surprise. What you see isn't someone you know-, but someone you recognize, though you don't even know his name, he's certainly not your cleaner. You've seen him around, when you've gone grocery shopping, took the trash out, at your work, college-, it hits you, he's been stalking you. Your heart races as your mind races not even attempting to cover yourself. Your movements still as you stare at each other. Then finally he leans down with a disturbing but charming grin on his lips, whispering hot into your ear. "You said, 'Fuck me', I can do just that my darling. If you let me.~" His voice is low and gravelly laced with a seductive honeyed tone that makes you shiver, and whimper, legs trembling slightly as you lean into his touch unintentionally. His hand around your throat makes you swallow as you bite your lip again, you're so aroused-, and he-.. He is offering you something that you can't really say no to, not in your current state. He carefully parts his lips to take the helix of your ear between his teeth in a gentle nip. Causing a low whine to leave your lips that makes his length twitch against the taught fabric of his jeans. He slowly traces his hand from your shoulder down your chest to grope at your chest and then roll your nipple between his fingers. "Oh god-.." You want to ask his name but the pleasure from his firm touch overrides your thoughts, eyelids fluttering for a moment as you arch into his touch.
You begin to resume the slow motions of your fingers along your sensitive flesh of your crotch, the wet slicking sound continuing again as the air is filled with your breathy whines. His touches growing firmer along your chest, then down your towel to pull it loose so it falls along your seat. The cotton fabric pooling around your hips, not leaving much to the imagination anymore. A low chuckle leaves his throat against your ear as he leans in close. He nips at your cheek as he firmly grips your throat, his other hand gripping at your him and slowly pulling you up to stand. He kicks your chair out of the way from between you two, causing it to skid across the floor before it topples over with the towel a few feet away. A low gravelly growl leaves his gullet as he steps closer as he pins your back to his chest by holding you by your neck. You swallow nervously, are you really going to let this man do what he wants? Before you can think past that his thumb along your hip begins to rub slow circles against your skin in firm strokes. "Shh.. I got you, lovely. I'll take care of you." The touch soothing before he reaches down to your crotch his hand firm against yours, his fingers dip in along yours guiding your touch on/in you in firm strokes. You lean your head back against his shoulder as a shaky moan comes out, hips rolling into your combined touch. "F-fuck."
His fingers soon replace yours as you lean into his chest, your hand gripping onto his forearm as he takes over your pleasure. His hips rolling slow and steady against the air between yours as he trails his thumb along the ridge of your throat and bites along your nape. The slow bites accompanied by low groans of his own. The music only a distant background noise in comparison to the groaning from him and your moans. It isn't longer than a few minutes that you're forcefully walked to and shoved against the wall a few paces from your desk, the corner dark outside of the glow of your monitor. The force of being shoved and pinned against the wall makes you gasp and your eyes snap open as your hands plant themselves against the textured wall. You turn your head to look at him but he places his right hand on the back of your head pinning your head to the wall with a gentle but firm motion, grinding his hips against your bare ass. his hand that was along your crotch leaves the wet heat, the sudden vacancy of his fingers making you whimper out. The sound met with a low chuckle of his own as he unbuttons, unzips and shoves his pants and underwear down in a smooth movement, freeing his thick twitching member as it leaks pre against your ass. "You're shaking, it's okay darling. We need this. I've got you." His voice is hushed as he parts your legs with his boots, firmly pushing your feet apart, before he grips your hip and pulling your ass toward him. He angles himself so his leaking cock is grinding against your entrance, slicking against you with each slow deliberate pass. He groans as he holds your hip firmly his grip iron tight as you're pinned against the wall. "Oh-.. god.. please" The words you moan out are a surprise to you, the words eager, desperate, he's right you do need this.
It's not long until he slides the head of his length into you, grinding and thrusting forward inch by inch into you until he's buried to the hilt, his hips pressing against your ass. Breathy hushed groans leaving him against your shoulder as he hold you pinned against the wall, your legs shaking as you whimper out moans from the slow slicked stretch. You grasp for purchase, palms against the wall as your eyelids flutter with the warm slide of him thrusting in and out of you, nails digging against the wall. His chest pressing firmly against your back, the pressure and weight of his body keeping you from moving, not that you'd even want to. The wet squelch and shlick sounds of him pumping his length in and out of you making his breathing grow ragged as he holds your hip tight, his hips slapping against your ass as he picks up his pace. God he's fucking you harder, and he's not slowing or letting up his grip on you at all, it almost makes you see stars. You can smell the warm vanilla and citrus of his own soap and subtle musk of his sweat as it begins to bead along his skin. "You feel so good baby. So much better than I imagined." The admission comes out in a gruff hushed groan, voice straining lowly between breaths. He's imagined this a thousand times since meeting you, masturbating late at night after following you home countless nights. Endless nights stroking himself in the dark of his car just down the street from you, after breaking into your apartment and stealing your shirts, and underwear, but this, this is heaven. And he refuses to finish before you and waste this chance. That is what this is, isn't it? A chance for him.
While he..
Pins you down- in the dark.
X: "Would you like to continue dear? Maybe a part two?"
When is it my turn to have a obsessive lover/stalker who slowly try’s to insert himself in to my life and make my world revolve around him. HELLO WHERE IS HE?
