tags - stalking, masturbation (m), panty stealing, trash stealing, slight dubcon?

wc - 1.2k

it was a dark, cloudy night with only the overhead street lights illuminating the sidewalk. you had just gotten off work. you headed home as usual, with music softly playing in the one earbud you had in. you often heard the distant sounds of rustling leaves—but tonight, it was different. it was louder, and the overwhelming feeling of being watched filled your senses. you tried ignoring it, telling yourself it was just your imagination. you were tired after all, so maybe you really were just in your head about this.

you picked up your pace, trying to get home as quickly as you could. you could hear footsteps behind you getting louder, but you didn’t turn around out of fear of what you would see. your heart drummed against your ribcage, your breath sped up as you began to panic. you felt like a small bunny running from a wolf—but you couldn’t see the wolf, you were just running and hoping to escape it.

you finally made it home. you slammed the door shut behind you, locking it. you thought you would feel relief, but you didn’t. it still felt as if eyes were on you, following your every movement. you closed every curtain, locked every door, but nothing seemed to ease your anxiety. you double checked, triple checked every room, every window. you were only able to drift off to sleep after the exhaustion caught up. you tossed and turned all night, though, barely getting any rest.

dark circles had formed under your eyes from the lack of sleep. you were completely distracted, thinking of what could have made you feel that way the night before. that was until you were introduced to your new coworker, harua. your first impression of him was that he had a very cute, innocent face, but something seemed off. it seemed you were the only person who could sense the darkness deep inside of him. you exchanged polite greetings, not bothering to make small talk as you assumed you would only see him in passing at work.

which you did, at first. then you started seeing him everywhere. at the cafes, bookstores, and markets you often frequented after work, it felt like anywhere you were, he was right there behind you. but it was as if he never noticed you, like his attention was always around you, but never on you. it was weird, but you didn’t care enough to think anymore about it.

days had passed, and you still felt like you were constantly being followed. you had become hyper aware of your surroundings. you were obsessed with making sure every door was locked, every window was covered, the fear of being watched slowly started to consume your life.

the noticeable dark circles under your eyes had only grown with each restless night. harua noticed your lack of concentration. he noticed everything about you, but you didn’t know that.

“need some caffeine?” harua teasingly said, handing you your favorite coffee order. “you look like you need it.”

you looked up at him with a blank expression, your brain not registering what he had just said yet.

“oh, thanks” you said, accepting the coffee, trying to sound as happy as you could in the moment. you were so distracted in the moment you didn’t even realize how strange it was harua seemed to know your go to coffee order.

“so what’s got your attention?” harua leaned against your desk, his big eyes looking up at you, seeming genuinely interested in hearing your thoughts.

you let out a long sigh, unsure on whether you should tell him or not since you barely knew him. the look on his face told you he wouldn’t let it go until he got an answer, so you decided to tell him.

you gave him a brief summary of that night, telling him you’ve just felt off since then. he listened intently, his face a mixture of shock and concern. harua jokingly offered to be your bodyguard, you let out a quiet giggle in response. maybe you were wrong about him having a secret darkness within him. you enjoyed seeing his soft eyes and sweet smile. it was the first time you felt any sort of relief since that initial night.

the friendship between you two quickly grew. harua came to check in on you daily, eventually getting your number and texting you on your days off. you felt comfortable around him, after all you two were so similar. you shared favorite artists, favorite foods, favorite activities. you never thought anything of it, why would you?

you two often hung out at your place. you had started to notice strange things since he had started coming over. your dirty tissues, your empty cups, your leftover food going missing from the trash. the lotion you kept in your bathroom running out quicker than usual. your worn panties going missing from your laundry, but you figured you were just misplacing them.

you didn’t think harua would ever do anything like that, so you never suspected him. he hadn’t given you any reason to suspect him.

but it was him. he was stealing anything he could just to get closer to you. he was obsessed with you. he would drink from your half empty water bottles you would throw away, it was like an indirect kiss. he would slip your dirty panties into his pocket while you were busy in another room. the more he thought you didn’t notice, the bolder he got. he would use the lotion you kept in your bathroom to jerk off, imagining it was your small hand gripping his thick cock, stroking slowly as he praised you for being such a good girl.

he had a box buried within his closet with a collection of your panties. his favorite was a pink, lacey pair with a small white bow in the middle. he loved inhaling your scent while his hand snaked its way down his body, pulling his sweatpants down just enough to pull his heavy cock out. just the thought of you made him impossibly hard. he swirled the leaking precum around his tip, before dragging his hand down his length. his tongue slipped past his parted lips, licking a long stripe up your panties, groaning at the taste of you. he loved your scent, but he loved your taste even more.

the loud screech of the train stopping brought you out of your conversation. harua was taking you home, like he had countless times before at this point. you boarded first, harua following right after. the train was so packed, you felt like sardines in a can.

“stay close, yeah?” harua whispered. you nodded, feeling the heat of his body on your back.

one particularly harsh jolt of the train caused harua to crash into you. his hand gripped your hip for stability. you could feel his hard, throbbing cock resting on your ass. you froze. he didn’t move. this didn’t feel like the harua you had grown to love. he felt like a stranger.

he only backed off when it was your stop. his hand still on your hip, guiding you out. you both walked out of the train station in silence. the cool night air felt soothing against your scorching hot skin. after a long moment, harua muttered a quiet apology, saying the train was so packed that he had no room. you wanted to believe him, but the look in his eyes told you he was lying.

the perfect persona he had spent months creating before meeting you falling apart at the first real touch of you.

all interactions appreciated ❤︎

tags - basically cheating, semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, creampie

wc - 1.2k

you sat courtside at the college basketball game playing out in front of you. the harsh sounds of shoes squeaking filling your ears. your friend had basically forced you to come along, you hated these types of things. she had only wanted to come because the guy she was seeing, nicholas, was playing. you had no clue what she seen in him. he was everything she wasn’t. you had met him a couple times, and every time you couldn’t help but notice just how self-obsessed he was.

you watched as the game continued, finding yourself following nicholas’ every move. the way his wet, bleach blonde hair fell against his forehead. the way sweat beaded along the defined muscles of his arms. you were quick to snap out of it, though, leaving your seat and rushing to the bathroom, when you all of a sudden felt something fly past your head. you snapped your head around, only to find nicholas staring at you. his dark eyes staring intensely at you as a smirk slowly formed on his lips. to you, it was obvious he was aiming at you. he wanted a reaction. nicholas was the type of guy that had every girl wrapped around his finger—except you. you were practically immune to his dirty ways.

you stood in front of the mirror, your palms flat against the sink, head hung low. the bright, fluorescent lights felt like you were under a spotlight, and still in nicholas’ sight. all that was on your mind was the scene that had just played out. his gaze felt different this time. darker. like he was done playing around with you. you tried to ignore the feeling building deep inside you. the want. the need. your best friend was seeing him. you would never do anything to hurt her. you weren’t so sure that nicholas thought the same.

you cautiously made your way back to your seat, trying to pretend nicholas wasn’t just eye fucking you. your hands and legs slightly shaky as you sat beside your friend. you hadn’t even done anything wrong, yet you felt so guilty. like you had just betrayed her. you felt as if nicholas plotting something, especially in the way his dark stare stayed on you for the rest of the night.

every second of eye contact, every time you noticed how nicholas played so effortlessly, the way his muscles flexed, the heavy guilt weighing on you. everything making your desire for him stronger. nicholas had sunk his sharp claws in you without you even noticing.

every minute the game continued felt like an eternity. your thighs squeezed tighter together, your hands shook a little harder as you watched him. watched how his jersey clung against his body.

soon, the game ended. you watched as crowds of people exited. empty drink cups, leftover food, small belongings left in the stands. the loud conversations in the background drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat as nicholas approached. you watched as your friend excitedly ran over to him, showering him in kisses as a congratulations on the victory. barely reacting, his eyes were locked on yours the entire time, the predatory smirk never leaving his face. the moment seemed to drag on, nearly everyone else leaving in the time they spent talking to each other as you cowered in your seat, like an abandoned puppy. your feet glued to the floor as you waited on him to do something.

you couldn’t quite make out what he had said, but your best friend happily made an exit. you got up to follow her, swiftly being blocked by nicholas. his tall, slender body towering over your small frame. you were caught off guard at how quickly he made his way over to you.

without a word, he took your arm, dragging you from your seat and forcing you to follow him. you made a weak effort to break free from his hold, only causing his grip to tighten. you felt how tense he was, as if he was holding back. holding back from ripping your clothes off and fucking you in the middle of the room, not caring who seen.

he pulled you into the locker room, locking the door behind you two. he slowly inched towards you, caging you between his body and the cold lockers behind you. only the sounds of your heavy breathing to be heard. his body flush against yours, you felt the quick thumps of his heartbeat. you stared deep into his eyes, the wet spot in your panties growing.

nicholas leaned in, his parted lips ghosting yours, giving you every chance to fight him off. your body felt frozen, you didn’t know how to react. the guilt catching up to you in the moment.

his lips crashed into yours. you hesitated before returning the kiss with the same harshness. the kiss proof of the thick desire that had been building between you two all night.

his hands roamed your body, roughly groping your tits, your ass, your hips, your waist. you rolled your hips forward, feeling his thickness through his shorts.

”such a needy little whore aren’t you?”

his large hand yanked your pants and panties down in one swift movement, cupping your wet heat. your legs automatically parting as his finger dragged along your soaking cunt, causing you to whimper into his kiss.

“so wet already? all for me isn’t it? your such a fucking slut.” the sound of nicholas’ low voice vibrating in your ear. “what would your best friend think about this?”

you were too focused on the feeling of his fingers to even comprehend what he was saying. his long fingers circling your clit, your felt legs grow weaker.

nicholas abruptly stopped, causing you to let out a small, needy whine. he flipped your body around, pressing your chest into the lockers. your cheek hitting the cool metal.

he pushed his shorts down just enough to free his thick, veiny cock. he slid his length along your pussy, coating himself in your wetness, before stopping at your entrance.

he wasted no time before thrusting deep inside you, giving you no time to adjust. the burning stretch quickly turning into pleasure as he began to set a relentless pace.

“you’re so tight. so fucking tight.” nicholas groaned as he pounded into you. you felt every inch of his thick cock filling you perfectly. your high whines filling the small room.

nicholas laughed to himself watching how easily you gave yourself to him, after months of your “hatred” for him.

“you’re such a pathetic fucking whore. already dumb for my cock, huh?”

his hand snaked its way up to your throat. resting lightly before quickly tightening as he became more and more lost in his own pleasure. the lack of oxygen, his degrading words, and the overwhelming guilt you felt spurring you even closer to the edge.

your orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure shooting through your body. your whole body violently twitching and jerking as nicholas continued fucking you, chasing his own release.

he gave one final, deep thrust before spilling his hot seed deep inside of you.

after coming down from his high, he slowly pulled out, watching as his cum leaked out of your cunt, and your spent body twitched at the loss of his thickness.