Bambi ♡

he'd been watching me all day from a distance, like usual-- my morning commute to work, my lunch break, my walk home-- but something about today makes him eager.

maybe its the mini skirt i decided to wear, plaid and pleated underneath my winter coat and above knee length socks, as though i could make the skirt less revealing, somehow.

maybe it's how cold it is today; the wind picking up and blowing my hair into my lip gloss and frilling my skirt up in the most teasing way. making me shiver. making him imagine how warm i'd feel to slip inside of. how empty the streets would be at night while it snows later.

so today he gets closer. bolder. follows behind me in the morning just close enough to smell my perfume on the wind and watch the goosebumps on the backs of my thighs raise. i go to the cafe i love on my lunchbreak, and god, how he wants to taste the coffee on my tongue. lick the cold foam from my lips.

he dreams about it each time he follows me there, but something about today is different. maybe it's the cold. maybe it's my new lipgloss shade. pink. glittery. sticky. stained on my cup.

so he gets behind me in line, listens to my soft, warm voice recite what i want to drink to the barista-- "grande hot dirty chai with cold foam"-- and then he orders the same one for himself. follows me outside, even sits at the table next to mine. so brave. so desperate.

when i take a sip, he takes a sip. imagines it's me he's tasting instead. and when i lick the coffee off my lips suddenly, he nearly moans. jesus.

something down the street catches my attention-- maybe it was the birds fluttering loudly in a circle or the cars making the fallen leaves spin, he wasn't paying as much attention as he usually does-- and i catch his eye. and i smile. and this time he really does moan. the subject of his fantasies for so long, (god, just me smiling at him? so pathetic) and now he's choking around his sip of coffee, sputtering. when he looks back up after cleaning the mess off his lap with soaked napkins, im already looking away, walking to throw out my empty cup and walk back to work.

he thinks about my eyes the rest of the day while he waits for my shift to be over. hazel, bright, warm. those same eyes looking up at him from my knees, mouth around his strap. teary, sniffly, and blushy from the cold.

he has to jerk off his butch cock in his car when he thinks about it for too long, and then when he's done, imagines me licking the mess from his fingers. fuck. i ruin him.

he can't wait any longer, he decides. he has to have me tonight. he can't stand the way i look at him, the way i walk, the way my heeled boots click on the sidewalk and my pink scarf trails behind me; how every time i take a step, he catches a glimpse of pink panties to match. he can't stand imagining how warm i'd be when he finally slides in, how my lipgloss would feel against his palm as he muffles my screams, how my eyes would roll back as he lifts my thigh to sink in deeper and claim me.

so he waits. and waits. and the streets clear, and the sun goes down, and eventually he realizes i must've taken some overtime work like i sometimes do, and instead of annoyance, he feels ecstatic. the streets will definitely be bare by the time i lock up and leave. so he watches my office building from his car parked across the street, and once he eyes my figure flutter past the windows towards the door, he leaves. black hoodie and pants against the dark of the night, so easy for me to miss if i'm not looking. and i won't.

he follows me on my route home like he always does, but this time he dares closer. catches a high every time i turn around to glance behind myself and just miss him ducking into an alley or behind a store front.

his boots are quiet underneath the click, clack of my own, so when he finally catches up to me, picks me up with one arm around my waist and a hand to my mouth, i'm caught off guard, barely given time to scream before he's carrying me into an alley and shoving me against the brick.

adrenaline sends his heart beating through his hoodie, and i can feel it thrum where he's pressed up against my back. my feet are hovering off the ground. his thigh is holding me up from between my legs, and just as he guessed, it's so warm there.

he's panting down my neck, smiling. breathing me in. i squirm in his arms, trying to scream, but his grip on me is too firm. "calm down, little bunny," he whispers, making me whine. "you knew what you were doing when you put that skirt on this morning, so just let it happen."

he grinds his strap against my ass, hiking my skirt up and making me whimper. i try to scratch at his hands, claw at his hips, so he drops me, and i get a wave of relief before he's collecting my wrists in his grip and pressing back up behind me, grinding me into the wall and sticking two fingers into my mouth, pressing down firmly on my tongue.

"fu-uck, princess," he growls, bucking deeper between my thighs with the new angle, "been dreaming of this all day. been watching you."

that only makes me whimper louder, tears soaking his hand.

"gonna take my hand away," he warns, nipping at my neck. "wanna hear you scream for me. don't worry, no one's around to stop you. can be as loud as you want, babydoll."

he removes his hand, and instead of screaming, i sob, begging him. "please stop. please don't, please; i don't want to die."

he chuckles, startled. "wh- princess, i'm not a murderer. you think i'd get rid of a pretty face like yours? no, i just wanna fuck it. make you mine forever." he moves his hands down to my hips, sliding my skirt up to my stomach and revealing my panties to the cold air. "can't believe you-- i'm finally here, touching you, and you aren't even worried that i'm going to rape you. you really are a dream, huh?"

once he says that, i go wide eyed. "wait, no, god no, please-- fuck, i can't--"

"don't worry," he shushes, cutting me off. "i'll be gentle. i'm a soft lover."

he brushes my hair away from my neck as i scrabble at the wall, sucking marks into me while his nails dig into my hips. finally claiming me as his. finally. all these months since he first saw me, first knew, and now he's guaranteeing it. he grows harder as i struggle, pressing my ass back into him, and he hisses through his teeth. "knew you'd be so good for me. you know just what i need."

he keeps one hand around my throat while he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the metal clanking making me gasp. "please," i beg again, trying to ignore the wetness in my panties.

"okay, baby. asking so sweetly. i'll give it to you."

fishing his cock out of his boxers, he slips it between my plush thighs that squeeze so perfectly around the plastic. "just let me have my fun first. you don't get to be selfish when i've dreamed of you for months."

he ruts against me, brushing against my clit, and a moan slips out of me accidentally, flushing my face bright red. "wait--"

"fuck," he interrupts, bucking harder at my noises. "that's it, baby; see how good it feels? just focus on that. let me use you."

he slides against me again, my wetness sticking the pink fabric to my pussy and causing him to catch on my entrance, and we both moan. "i don't want this," i sob. "i don't want this, i'm a virgin, i can't take it."

"liar," he hisses. "watched you get fucked last month in your apartment with the blinds up. did you think i wouldn't see?" he grows more impatient, thrusting faster, annoyed at all my whiny protests and needy from my shocked gasps. "as if anyone could touch you without me noticing. where did you think he went, huh?"

i sniffle, trying my hardest not to grind down on his cock every time it presses up against my swollen clit. "i thought you said you weren't a m-- mh, a murderer?"

he chuckles, breath fanning against my ear and making me shudder. he notices. of course he does. so he breathes against my ear again: "it's just protecting what's mine."

he catches against my entrance again and growls into my hair. strawberry scented. "fuck, you make me impatient. wanted to go slow and gentle with you, i really did..."

he roughly tugs my panties down my thighs, tearing the hem, and backs up two feet with my hips in his hands so he can press my face down against the brick, make me arch up against his waist. he kicks at my ankles. "spread."

i do. i don't know why i do. maybe it's the fear. maybe it's his voice, commanding yet soft, nuzzling comfort into my brain. maybe it's his hands digging into my skin, soft and sure, acting as though there's no other way for this to go. no other outcome besides him breeding me full in an alley.

with my legs apart and bent over, he can get a full view of my slick glistening in the light of a street lamp, and he grins, running his fingers up through my folds and making me keen. i press my face into the brick harder, and he notes that i don't seem to be struggling to get away from him anymore. about time.

i hear him stroke his strap, the slick sounds of my cum sliding from his fingers down the plastic, warming it up for me. but when something presses against my entrance again, it isn't thick. it's two of his fingers that don't hesitate on sliding their way inside, making him groan.

"fuck, you're so warm, princess. i knew it-- fuck, so wet and loose for me, so ready," he babbles. "don't worry sweetheart, i'll give it to you, i'll make it fit, you can take it."

he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, curling and scissoring, and my eyes roll back. "please stop," i weakly mutter.

"such a fucking tease," he says. "you don't mean that."

he slides out.

"fuck, thank you, thank you," i whimper, tears of relief now flooding freely down my face, my thighs shaking from holding myself up for so long. "i won't tell anyone, i won't, you can let me go--"

he lines his cock up to my entrance and thrusts in all the way to the hilt, and i scream.

"fu-u-uck," he groans. "finally made you scream for me, huh? is that what it takes?" he slides out, then thrusts back in again, hips slamming against my ass. the metal of his belt whips my thighs. "me using you like the slut you are? i know i said i'd be gentle, i'm sorry, but you just look too-" he thrusts. "fucking-" my eyes roll back again. "good."

"please!"

he breathes out a laugh, holding my hips up for me now. "whatever you say, princess." and he ruts into me deeper, faster, now, and his head rolls back. "you take me so well," he growls. "get so wet for me. knew you were mine. mine to breed."

"p- mmh, please," i try again, though my walls are clenching around him tight, and my clit is aching from no attention. "please stop."

"jesus, i'll stop once i'm done with you. i thought you were smart? just shut up and fucking take it."

he reaches around me suddenly, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up to my armpits, and my tits bounce free. they sway with each thrust, and his palm meets the skin to grope me, nipple pinched between his thumb and forefinger to roll and make me moan.

he's thrusting against the spot inside me that makes me see stars, and i instinctively push off of the wall to try and take him deeper. i feel so embarrassed for getting into it, for needing to cum, but my brain is growing quieter and more primal by the second. it's begging to be bred full, to cum. but his thrusts just aren't enough.

i take one hand off of the wall to move between my thighs, rubbing circles around myself, and i moan loudly again, sensitive and soaked. maybe this will satisfy him; make him cum faster, make him stop sooner.

instead he growls, digging his fingers into my hair to yank my head back as he pulls his cock out of me entirely.

"did i tell you you could do that?"

i try to shake my head no, but i'm being held up by my hair, and i can't. i whimper instead.

"this isn't for you. this is for me." he tries to sound angry, but all he can manage is thinly veiled amusement. he taps his foot against my boots again. "on your knees."

i obey. the rocks and concrete dig into my knees, and i hiss.

"facing me," he corrects, and if this weren't such a horrible situation, it might've made me laugh. instead i shuffle around with my hands on the wall for stability as the underwear around my thighs threatens to trip me, and i face him. i rest back on my heels to look up at him, trying to hide the tears welling in my eyes by squinting, and i blanch.

oh fuck. no, god, he's hot.

he must misinterpret my wide eyes as fear, because he reaches his hand out to caress down my cheek. "so scared," he comforts, "shaking like a bunny. so needy to cum, i know, it feels so good, but what did i say? i'm the only one allowed to be selfish here."

i just nod dumbly in his palm, drawing my bottom lip in between my teeth. nervous tick, he knows. he's been watching me for so long.

"let's put that mouth to use, hm?" he suggests, voice syrupy sweet, but i know it isn't a suggestion as he pumps his cock with his other hand, twisting and squeezing at the head. his eyes go half-lidded, and his hips buck minutely. "open up."

and i do.

he smiles, all teeth, and it's so pretty that it almost blocks out the bewhilderment i feel. the nausea. the embarrassment. "good girl. fuck, such a good girl, huh?"

the hand on my cheek moves to dip into my mouth again, fingers on my tongue, and he glowers. "say it. tell me you're a good girl."

"i'm a good girl," i whisper, muffled by the fingers between my teeth, cheeks flushed. it's still so cold outside, it feels like the only part of me besides the heat between my legs that's warm.

he smiles again, shaking his head. "slut," he admonishes, before he removes his fingers, slips the head of his cock between my lips, and pushes my head down to the base of him.

i resist, i can't help it-- i choke on his strap, and my eyes well up again. he presses harder as i struggle against him.

this time he doesn't say anything about me being good or not. just grabs my head in both hands and shoves his cock into my throat until there's no room to gag and i'm left drooling at the base of it.

i can't breathe, but he doesn't seem to care. not until my nails are scratching at his thighs and my hips are bucking down into nothing. he moves his boot down to rest between my legs, and i choke on a moan as my clit slides wetly against it. so dirty, so mean. why am i soaking wet?

he watches the way my mouth wraps around him, my lipgloss from earlier leaving lines on his cock just as he imagined it would. it glitters.

"finally learned to shut up?" he asks, right when the loss of air makes my head get dizzy and listless. i nod weakly, and he releases my head, sending me flying back to cough and choke up air and spit. "you gonna let me use you without a struggle now, baby?"

i nod again, and once his waiting for me to speak comes up instead with silence, he crouches down to my height.

"lie back," he commands softly. and i do.

he follows as i turn, hovering over me on both hands as i gaze up to meet his eye. my vision adjusted to the dark a while ago, but only now am i catching his features up close. he looks familiar, i think.

he brushes my hair away from my face and behind my ear, and the feeling of the rocks digging into my back fades away.

"why me?" i ask, and it comes out quieter than i intended; meeker.

"because," he shrugs, and it's such a human action that it makes me feel like maybe this situation is normal. maybe he's normal. maybe he's right, and i was just asking for this. "you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen."

he lines up to my entrance once again, head dipping down to latch around one of my tits as he thrusts in, and this time he doesn't stop for anything. not my screams, not my whines. when he leans down to kiss me, i don't fight it. i lean into the warmth of him, the feeling of his tongue against mine, his groans breathless as he finally gets a taste of me, and he doesn't stop fucking me until i shudder around his cock and he cums inside of me, then scoops it up with his fingers just to fuck it back inside.

when he finishes with me and stands, redoing his zipper and pulling his belt back into place, i expect him to leave me in the alley, brainless and messy, for the next person to come by and take advantage of. maybe he has a gang of friends in the shadows that have been waiting for their turn this whole time. but instead he crouches down, scooping his arms underneath my legs and neck, and picks me up to rest in the crook of his shoulder, then begins walking out of the alley. my skirt is still hiked up, but his hand rests protectively over my ass, covering it.

"where are you taking me?" i ask, though i have half a mind to care.

"home."

i lean back to gaze up at him, confused. his features are even prettier in the lamplight.

he looks back at me, genuine concern lacing his features, and it catches me off guard. "what, you didn't think after months of stalking you i wouldn't have the desire to clean you up and take care of you, did you?"

when my answer is silence, he continues: