“𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞”
𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟏𝟖+,𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ,𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,, 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫
Someone was watching you, you’re sure of it.
A tingling sensation creeps up the back of your neck every time you make your way home, accompanied by the echoing thud of footsteps and soft whispers that seem to mock you from the shadows. Yet, when you glance back, you find nothing but emptiness.
Maybe you’re just being paranoid right?
But could that explain why you discover your window open slightly each morning despite being convinced you closed it? Or how the belongings you meticulously arranged on your dresser that are now tipped over and on the floor?
Furthermore, what of your underwear drawer, which is now slightly open with some pieces peeking out as if someone took something from there?
It felt as if the person observing you was mocking your every move, subtly altering your surroundings and belongings with tiny clues that only you could notice, while others you would try to tell would dismiss as mere coincidences or things you overlooked in a rush.
You looked so scared each time he left you a little sign he was there and dick found it adorable.
He loved to see the way your eyes grew wide every time he purposefully knocked over something like a trashcan as he followed you during your walk home.
But his favorite thing was watching you in your room looking to paranoid to even sleep. The way you’d look around your room and the way every slight creek made you gasp and try to hide away it was enough to leave his pants feeling tight.
Then, when watching wasn’t enough? Once you finally fell asleep he wanted to be closer. So he took the liberty of letting himself in through your window.
To him, you appeared absolutely adorable. Curled up in bed completely oblivious to his presence. You seemed so tiny, your form so delicate, that he couldn't resist the urge to let his hand glide over your blanket, gently tracing along your body to see if it would stir you awake. When you remained undisturbed, he grew more daring, slipping his hand beneath your blanket, lightly caressing that soft body of yours that he loved so much.
His hands glided gently along your side, pausing at your soft, plush thighs where he started to squeeze them. He simply couldn't resist, especially when you appeared so adorable and unresponsive beneath him, and when his hands seemed so large on your delicate, small frame.
His hand covered a significant portion of your thigh; he could easily grasp it firmly, pulling one leg around his waist and-
No.
He couldn’t do that, not yet.
He needed to hold on, even though the idea made him stifle a groan. He considered himself a decent person, didn't he? This was just him looking out for you... he couldn't possibly do more than he already was, could he?
But if it was such a terrible idea, why did it seem so appealing? Surely you wouldn't deny him, would you? After all, he's your best friend; you wouldn't refuse him something he so desperately needed, would you?
Of course you wouldn’t, he didn’t need to ask to know that.
With that thought swirling in his mind, he became even more daring. His hand glided from your thigh, slipping under your shirt to caress your soft, warm chest, before trailing back down to your hips. He carefully shifted you to the side, positioning himself behind you with his chest pressed against your back.
His lips brushed softly against your neck as he gently pressed his nose to your pulse, savoring the scent of that soap you always used. He placed delicate kisses on your neck, fighting the urge to bite down with every fiber of his being, fully aware that if he allowed himself, he wouldn't be so gentle.
His hands gripped your hips, drawing you back into him, causing the curve of your ass to press against him so perfectly that he had to fight every urge to let out a moan of pleasure.
However, that wasn't enough for him; he craved more. He couldn't resist, especially when you appeared so adorable and blissfully ignorant of it all. He felt utterly pathetic as the overwhelming desire in his groin drove him mad.
He lowered his pants and boxers with one hand, just enough to release his throbbing cock. With the other hand, he tugged your sleep shorts up slightly and lifted your thigh just enough for him to slip in between them. He had to stifle a hiss of pleasure as he let your thigh drop, feeling you squeeze him so perfectly.
He found it nearly impossible to concentrate, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him. It took all his willpower not to wrap one of his large hands around your neck and pull you closer against him, or to sink his teeth into your shoulder as he began to move slowly, thrusting himself between your thighs. Yet, he restrained himself, because if dick knew how to do one thing it was behave.
He kept pushing softly between your thighs, his hands gliding lightly over your hips, fighting the temptation to simply pull you closer. He maintained a slow and tender rhythm, as he certainly didn't want to disturb your slumber. He bit his lip, stifling any sounds that might slip out.
Part of him knew this was wrong, but he just didn’t care. Not when it felt so good.
Breathless, soft gasps escaped his lips, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic as he approached his peak. He stifled a groan that resembled a faint wince. When he finally let go, he had to restrain himself from clutching your hips and force himself to pull back from you. The moment he noticed his cum splattered beautifully on his thighs, it was almost enough to make him hard again.
After he regained his composure, he hoisted his pants back up and headed towards your bathroom, grabbing a towel to tidy you up. He wasn’t a brute; he understood how to act properly behave especially when it came to you. Once he wiped his cum from your thighs, he gently tucked you in once more, stealing one last fleeting look at you before leaping out the window taking the towel with him as a measure to not leave evidence behind.
Following that, he returned to his regular routine. He headed home, caught a little rest before rising with the dawn. He prepared for his day and set off to his GCPD office. He navigated through his standard work tasks and responsibilities.
After his shift ended, he exited his office and headed towards your workplace. His timing was impeccable; just as he arrived, you were already stepping out of the building and on your way home. He maintained a safe distance, remaining out of your view, yet close enough to make sure he wouldn't lose track of you.
This time, he wasn’t mocking you; he kept his distance, and he didn’t make any sounds to startle you as he usually does. Instead, he trailed you home and observed you from your window, peering through the open curtains that you carelessly left open, almost as if you were aware of his presence. After all, who else would you leave your window open for?
He observed you for hours, taking in every moment as you showered and changed into those adorable, cozy clothes you always wore at home. He watched you enjoy your dinner and navigate through your day. Then, as night descended and you settled into bed, he crept a little closer. Once you were nestled in bed, drifting off to sleep, he approached your open window and quietly slipped inside. As he entered, he navigated towards your bed, observing how cozy and snug you appeared wrapped up in your blankets. He crawled over you, captivated by how tiny you seemed beneath him. His hand slid to your hip, softly adjusting your position to face him, and he could hardly suppress a groan at how cute and unsuspecting you looked lying there.
One of his hands slid down to your blanket, tugging it down gently; he wanted to see your whole body sprawled out beneath him, just like he had envisioned countless times before. When he finally caught sight of you, he paused he felt his pants grow tighter. The view was even more stunning than he had ever imagined. You looked so cute that he couldn't resist letting his hand glide down to your hip, relishing how perfectly it fit there, before moving lower where your shirt had ridden up. His fingers danced up your stomach until he decided to lift it a little more to reveal even more of you.
He carefully adjusted your position until you were lying on your back. Once you were comfortably spread out beneath him, his hands glided to your thighs, gently parting them and positioning himself in between. He simply couldn't resist, especially since he fit there so perfectly. He lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist, but in his excitement, he became a bit reckless, causing you to shift beneath him. Your eyelids flickered slightly before opening to unveil those eyes he loved so much.
You jolted upright, a wave of terror coursing through you. Before you could let out a scream or raise your voice, he swiftly covered your mouth with one hand to silence you. Even as you stared at him with wide, frightened eyes, he made no attempt to back off. Instead, he moved closer, his other hand grasping your thighs and yanking you closer to him. In an instant, he grabbed both of your hands, pinning them above your head against the headrest of your bed.
“Shh baby it’s just me”
His voice was gentle and soothing, like a soft coo, as if he were reassuring you about something ordinary, rather than the reality that you had awakened to him caressing and fondling you while you were asleep.
You attempted to wriggle free from his grip, but that only caused him to tighten his hold, forcing you firmly against the headrest and making it difficult to move. His voice lingered in that gentle tone whispering sweet nothings into your ear as if attempting to distract your attention from the reality of him pulling your clothes away, whispering words that were undeniably sweet and nearly soothing. if only he weren't doing such repulsive and filthy things to you as he said them.
The most frustrating part? It was effective; his gentle voice, the very one you had heard countless times easing your worries after a tough day, still wielded its magic over you. Without even noticing, you ceased your resistance. In an instant, the dread you experienced, or the warmth that danced in your belly, didn't seem quite so daunting anymore.
Of course he felt your body relax; he noticed the moment you stopped resisting him, and it filled him with immense joy. He drew you closer, adjusting your legs to rest comfortably around his waist, just where they were meant to be.
“That’s it baby, let me take good care of you like I always do”
He gently tugged you back down, his hands sliding onto your thighs, squeezing and gliding up and down before resting at the fabric's edge. With a swift motion, he pulled them off, casually tossing them to the floor without a thought about where they landed.
One of his hands glided up your stomach while he leaned closer, planting kisses on your neck. His teeth grazed the delicate skin, leaving tiny yet intense bites as he shifted, making you gasp, he sank his teeth into your collarbone with such force that a pained sound escaped your lips, prompting a chuckle from him as he licked the spot to ease the sting.
"What... is that too much for you?"
His tone was playful, almost mocking, as if he found amusement in your discomfort. You didn’t even attempt to resist, not with the way he loomed over you, his entire form covering yours as he effortlessly tugged your shirt off with one hand while the other pressed into the tender flesh of your thigh.
His touches were enough to get you worked up, his big hands gliding over your form, squeezing and nibbling along your most sensitive spots with such intensity that you would surely see marks blossoming on your skin by morning. Yet you didn’t complain you didn’t fight it. Still, you held your tongue,you stopped fighting it altogether. Even though your mind screamed that he was twisted and sick for this behavior, his every move only fueled your desire and he knew it.
It hardly took anything to have you gasping and moaning beneath him. It was almost amusing how swiftly you surrendered to him. He expected more of a fight from you. He chuckled against your neck while he hoisted your legs back around his waist.
His hands lifted your hip holding it tightly as he pushes himself inside you, causing your walls to accommodate him all at once. The sensation is painful, and you cry out as he fully enters you. You feel completely filled by him, as if he owned you, and that’s exactly how he wanted you to feel. The sharp pain from the stretch and gradually transforms into a dull ache once he begins to move, He adjusts the angle of your hips, causing you to grip him tighter, cruelly stimulating your sensitive spot as his tip presses against the area that makes your vision flash white. He hisses against your neck a mess of moans and gasps himself, he was showing no signs of backing down. you couldn’t ignore the reluctant knot in your gut that’s tightening around you, urging you to break free and judging from the way he pulled you against him adjusting the angle of his thrusts he could feel it too.
"Already so close? Don’t tell me you enjoy it that much."
He yanked your hair, pulling you closer as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, his voice teasing and slightly sadistic.
"You enjoy this? You enjoy that I crept in through your window in the dead of night just to have you, huh?"
You were at a loss for words; all you could manage were soft gasps of pleasure as his thrusts became more intense.
"To be honest, I can't tell who's more repulsive—me for engaging in it or you for enjoying it so much..."
His voice came out as a deep growl, strained from suppressing his own gasps and moans. One of his hands crept up to your throat, applying a light squeeze that was hot and harsh enough to raise concerns, yet firm enough to make the pressure felt.
"Damn, just look at you, such a pathetic sight under me. You love this, don’t you? Come on, there’s no need to pretend. The way your body is responding tells me everything I need to know."
He adjusts the angle of your hips, causing you to grip him tighter, cruelly stimulating your sensitive spot as his tip presses against an area that makes your vision flash white and the knot in your stomach tighten.
His thrusts became increasingly frantic and disordered as he relentlessly targeted that spot with precision; you could no longer contain yourself, the knot in your stomach burst as you let out a moan, your fingers gripping the muscles of his forearms tightly.
But he didn’t hold back; he continued to pound that same spot, now pursuing his own climax. As he neared his peak, his thrusts became more erratic until, with one final forceful push, he withdrew, releasing himself on your thighs. Breathing heavily, he moved back to enjoy the messy sight.
“Oh you made such a pretty mess”
He uttered his words with a huff, trying to catch his breath, leaning down to hover over you, his lips barely brushing against yours before he softly kissed you. "You look so cute and beautiful like this," he murmured in that same tone between kisses, his hands that had once been rough and groping now turned gentle, massaging the spots where he had been too harsh.
“You’re mine now”
