#afab nonbinary

“F-Fuck—…” Simon breathed. His hips jerked into the air, stuttering against your hand.

You were supposed to be asleep! This wasn’t supposed to happen—he just wanted to watch you—touch you, even—while you slept! Anything for him not to be able to see your face while he got off on his perverted desires.

You were living in the small cottage—located next to his larger home—it wasn’t deep in the woods, but it was far enough in that it drowned out the noises of people.

The host, Simon, was kind to you—but he was probably like that with all people, right? After all, it was his job to be a good host for his Airbnb to do well. What he didn’t tell you, though, was the countless times he had lied to you about cameras being in places he swore they weren’t.

“Hmm? A camera? Ah, that’s to make sure nobody tries to break in.” It was positioned at the front door—not a bother for you, shouldn’t have been a bother for you. But, he didn’t tell you about the cameras he had hidden all around the rooms—in the shower, in your bedroom, anywhere and everywhere—how he would jerk off to them, cumming countless times to your naked body, to your sleeping form, moaning your name.

You were like nothing he experienced before—extroverted, flirty, kind—it made him feel safe, but he knew it was a false sense—you would reject him instantly if you knew of his behaviors… He’d steal your clothes when he got the chance—dirty and unwashed was best—pressing shirts and jeans to his face as he sniffed your essence while stroking himself, licking your panties, oh, you tasted divine.

Fuck, he felt like such a pervert. You were so young and he was nearing his late thirties. But, he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop—he had no control when it came to you. He had never felt this about anyone—sure, he used to enjoy people watching, he liked watching people come in and out of his Airbnb—but you were different. He felt like he could kill just about anyone that tried to replace your stay and he would do anything to get you to stay longer—he’d slash your tires, he’d drug you, he’d tie you up and chain you to the pipes if he had to.

Now, here he was, cock throbbing and dripping in your hand. Fuck, you looked so sexy glaring at him like that. The bed dipped under his weight, his body wracked with trembles. He couldn’t dare to look at you, his eyes shut as his knuckles were white with how hard he was grasping his legs. Drool threatened to run from the corner of his mouth as he whined again.

“Did you really think you would get away with that? You’re stupider than you look,” You scoffed, using your hand to turn his head to look at you. “Look at me when I’m talking to you…”

Simon’s breath hitched, his face ablaze even in the darkness of the room. He looked up at you, eyes large with desire. He was like a puppy, panting at your side. “N-No—I-I’m stupid, s-so stupid—…” He spluttered out, words heavy and thick with arousal. But, he made no move to stop you, even as you edged him over and over and over again. He didn’t know how many times you had already edged him since he had snuck into your bedroom, it probably wasn’t much. But, from you? Anything was enough to make him sexually frustrated.

“Oh, you’re so wet. Getting off on the idea of touching me while I was asleep?” You continued lightly stroking his cock, the shaft painfully twitching in your hand. And, yeah, you were angry, but when your eyes landed on his tenting pants, you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes slightly at it. This was good, probably. Maybe the universe had brought you both together or something—after all, you did have an ex you wanted to get over. Even if he was a pervert, at least he was a hot pervert—especially with the way he cowered away from you when you had surprised him. You might as well get something out of this—he started it.

“N-No, I—“ He spluttered out without thinking before he whimpered loudly when your thumb pressed on his sensitive head. Fuck, he felt like he could cum just from that, but your movements were so light that it was keeping him right on the edge.

“Don’t lie to me,” You scoffed, more precum practically spurting out his cock as you punished him. “I don’t like perverts, and I hate lying perverts even more.”

Simon hiccuped. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes. Was he dreaming? He had to be, but if he was, he never wanted to wake up. “Y-Yes! I-I was getting off to you sleeping but i-it was only you! I’m sorry—!” He whimpered, teeth gritting. “Please s-stop teasing me—..” He gasped in between moans.

The audacity of this man!

“You have absolutely no room to make demands, mister,” You scoff, rubbing his cock faster—but not fast enough to make him cum—keeping him teetering on the edge. “Perverts don’t get to make demands, do they? That’s what you are, right?”

Simon whined and squirmed, his body trembling. He weakly nodded, agreeing with every word while simultaneously hanging onto each and every one. “A-Ah—.. I-I am—… I’m s-sorry…” He whimpered, looking over at you with the biggest puppy eyes.

But, you didn’t listen. After all, he brought this onto himself, and he was just taking it. So, you continued. For so long, you continued. You couldn’t remember how long you had edged him, but it was long enough to coat his entire cock in a film of precum, tears running down his blotchy red face.

“F-Fuhh’k—…” He gasped, whimpering as he gritted his teeth, eyes squeezed shut. How adorable! He was trying so hard not to cum… “P-Please, l-l’me c-cum—…” He panted, drool running down his lower lip.

Oh, he was adorable like this. Crying just because you wouldn’t let him cum—how pathetic!

You, deciding to tease him even further, suddenly took his hand, pressing it to your mound. You watched his eyes practically bugle out his skull as his face turned a tomato red. You could practically feel the heat from it.

“(Y-Y/N)—“ Simon gasped, trembling on the bed as he panted. “I-I c’hh—.. G’na c-c—..” He stammered thickly, teeth gritting. His eyes fluttered, threatening to roll back and he stood no chance. His cock throbbed as it practically squirted all over your hand, cum spurting out his cock. He trembled and convulsed, moaning loudly, toes curling against the wood floors. He stared down at your hand, moaning louder. He had cum all over it—it was in between your fingers, under your nails, fuck, yes… He fell back against the bed, groaning as his fingers dug into the covers, still wracked with the shocks of his blinding orgasm.

Encouraged by his groans, you managed to rub out another, then another, then a fourth—it was a wonder how he had so much stamina—and his cock kept begging for more.

Whimpers and whines—his words indescribable—fell from his lips at a frequent. His voice was raw and hoarse from moaning so much, but he didn’t care—couldn’t care. It felt so good, he couldn’t care less if he died of a heart attack right then and there.

Finally, you paused. You thought he’d be done—that he’d be exhausted from getting wrung out so many times, and while his gaze—glazed over—looked just that, his cock was the opposite, still enthusiastically sticking straight into the air as his hips jerked. Staring down at it, you tapped your chin with your clean hand. No way were you letting a pervert like him cum inside of you—and you couldn’t ever see your mouth being around it, but you were growing bored, and you wanted pleasure.

Then— An idea.

You glanced at Simon, his arm over his eyes as he panted quietly, moaning your name over and over. Dropping your pajama pants and panties, you soon nudged his arm aside.

He had barely registered anything before you sat on his face, your cunt pressing up to his lips. At first, he jumped, seemingly surprised, before he immediately understood the assignment, his tongue greedily lapping at and swirling around your clit. His lips soon latched onto it, sucking as his needy whimpers and moans were muffled by your ass.

You gasped and moaned, trembling on top of him.

Yuck… he was filthy with it, too—loud slurps and groans barely muted by your skin.

A part of you wondered how long he had been imagining this to get it just perfect. You didn’t hold back, either, beginning to stroke his cock in your hand again.

Seemingly encouraged, he went faster, hands suddenly grabbing and squeezing your soft thighs, digging into the plush skin. They left vivid red, crescent shaped marks as he desperately moaned. “F’hhmmmhh—..” His voice gave delightful vibrations throughout your cunt, his tongue pushing into your slick entrance. It pumped in and out his stubble tickled your clit, sending even more pleasurable sensations through you.

“Oh, fuck—…” You groaned, rolling your hips on his face. He was going so fast, fuck you were about to cum. You continued to stroke his cock, your movements faster and more haphazardly, fingers nearly missing the shaft entirely from how fast you were going now. No way were you going to let a pervert make you cum before him. “S-Simon, I—“ You gasped, tilting your head back as you felt his cock throbbing in your hand.

He was close—but so were you.

Your legs immediately began to tremble shut as your body squirmed lightly, but he held you fast.

His hands squeezed your plush thighs tighter now, skin drowning his whines and whimpers.

“C-C—…” You started, voice tight with arousal as your entrance fluttered with a warning. “G-G’na c’hm—!!” You cried, eyes squeezing shut as you felt the unmistakable warmth of his cum, spurting out and dripping down your hand. You threw your head back, moaning loudly as you ground against his face, thighs trembling shut as you soaked him. In the back of your mind, you had grown worried that you would accidentally suffocate him, but the amount of groans he let out into you made you think otherwise. The seconds ticked by as your orgasm subsided into aftershocks, leaving you trembling. But, instead of stopping, Simon simply started back up again—slower now—as he moaned into you. You couldn’t help but scoff.

Pervert…

Even as you scoffed, your fingers happily found his cock again, stroking the shaft again. There was no denying it, now. He was going to come back—again, and again—as many times as you would let him. And, you would let him, with a price, of course.

After all…

You might as well get something out of it…

Rain. Of course the one day your ride cancels it rains. Standing under the awning you watch as dark grey clouds show no end to their downpour, mentally chastising yourself for forgetting a jacket before preparing yourself for the trek home.

“My dear surely you're not attempting to walk home in this weather like that?” Turning to your left you see Ticket Taker or Bil as you’ve come to know him by, in his casual attire standing there with a large black umbrella. “Humans are quite fragile, you'll catch your death.” He folded up his umbrella and set it against the wall before sliding off his suit jacket and draping it over your shoulders. 

“No no, I'm alright really!” You try to make an excuse to which he simply shakes his head. “I insist my dear, it would be a tragedy to leave such a lovely thing by their lonesome shivering in the rain.” Bil opens his umbrella with a flourish. “Allow me to be your escort home.” He holds his arm out for you. You blushed and took his arm. “You really are a gentleman.” you teased playfully resting your head on his shoulder. “Always for you my dear.” 

After walking through a comfortable silence in the park as streetlights began to dimly glow you reached the lobby of your apartment building. Bil folded up his umbrella as he stepped inside. “Did you know opening an umbrella inside is considered bad luck?” he asked. “Like breaking a mirror?” You answer his question with your own. “Yes but a broken mirror gives you seven years of bad luck.” He hummed thoughtfully. “So if I broke one, would you haunt me for the next seven years?” You teased. “Please refrain from doing so either way I can confirm you won't be rid of me for a very long time.” He took your hand in his before placing something in your palm. “Now seems an appropriate time to give you this.” looking down you find a black and white pin in the shape of a teardrop. 

You smiled warmly before pinning the pin to the collar of your shirt. “Your jackets a little wet from the rain, maybe…You’ed like to come up for a bit till it drys?” You offered looking away as you blushed.

“I’d like that…”

Part 2

Requests!

→ drummer!reader who's heard practically everyone jerk off in the tour bus

→ drummer!reader who's also been eavesdropped on while jerking off (by who? you can make a guess...)

→ drummer!reader who gets their dirty clothes stolen (you thought by a fan, little did you know it was an inside job)

→ drummer!reader whose obsessive fanbase tries to take upskirt photos of them while they're sitting down at their drumset and playing

→ drummer!reader who's sometimes objectified as the only afab (and made to wear slutty outfits)

→ drummer!reader who bangs louder than they bang their drums

→ drummer!reader who gets off using their drumsticks sometimes (stroking? fucking? humping? idk, you decide!! bonus: the same bandmate that steals your clothes steals your drumsticks and licks them!)

→ drummer!reader who secretly turns their bandmates' amps up to feel the vibrations while they're sitting behind their kid (during rehersal you're practically getting edged, on-stage you literally have full-on orgasms!! but everybody else just thinks you're really into the music....)

a/n: sorry this was a short one guys ><" but i hope yall liked it! lmk if i should explore the secret perv bandmate thing more, cause i do have some ideas for a storyline with that,, also i meant to make the nsfw section longer, but i kinda ran out of ideas (i might come back and edit this tho)