My Yandere and Me

Yandere Jock x F! Bookworm Reader pt.1

TW: Non-con, dubcon, spankings,

EDIT: REVISED: 7/9/25

You were always a bookworm. You didn't like talking to other people much, but you value the few friends you have. That was until he came along. The school jock, the lightly tanned skin with sun-kissed hair boy, with six-foot stature, along with muscles to match his build. He rarely came by you, but that day, fate decided to let his eyes shine down on you in your corner of the library.He grabbed a book about muscle mass and sat next to you in the blue bean bag.

"Have I seen you around anywhere? You look familiar," He asked, looking at you as you focused on your book more. "Not a talker, huh?"

You refused to give this guy the time of day, especially when you didn't want to be a one-time hookup, and honestly, he wasn't even your type. You close your book and leave the library, not paying attention to the football player behind you. If only you knew how much he wanted you.Eventually, as the day went on, he would try to talk to you, but to no avail. You simply didn't want to be one of his sexual conquests. Then, the day of the pep rally came for the big game, and, as per usual, your bookworm self skipped the rally to head out to the library. You didn't like the noise and screams of other students, and you especially didn't like being crowded in a gymnasium during a hot spring day.

You grabbed a shiny blue book from the middle shelf and settled into the bean bag near a dark and quiet corner. The librarian had already gone home but left the keys under the doormat since she knew you liked to come after hours. Although it was a pain having to lock up before going home.

You had spent an hour and thirty minutes reading before you fell asleep in the middle of reading Caraval, missing the last bell of the day. But that wasn't unusual for you. You'd just wake up and walk out of the library minutes to hours later. Unfortunately, your absence at the pep rally had caused the final straw to break in this poor jock's mind. He had been trying to get your attention for days. Flowers in the locker you hardly visit, notes that ended up in the trash, and even $500 Barnes and Noble gift card. Even though the gift card did get used, you didn't really pay attention to the jock when he questioned what new books you got. Nothing he did got your attention to shift to him. You were always more interested in your damn books and the men and sometimes humanoid men than him. But when you were nowhere to be seen during the pep rally, something broke inside of him. He refused to have fictional men consistently cockblock him.

He walked into the library and found your sleepy figure about to leave. Everyone had gone home, and the sun was starting to set. No one was going to help or catch you with him.Like a predator in the dark, he made his move and slipped next to you, wrapping an arm around your body and taking your tilted glasses off. Your eyes flutter open when you feel your glasses not on your face, and you get startled seeing his face.

"Hey, gorgeous. Sleep well," He says, holding some of your hair.

"Ah!" You exclaim, immediately backing away from him. "Who are you? Why are you here?!"

"I'm here for you, babe." He replies, kissing the piece of hair in his hand. "And the name is Brad, sweetheart. You're going to be saying it a lot."

He smirks at you before kissing your soft, lip balm-covered lips. You are surprised by his softness as he takes your first kiss, his hands pull your body closer to his. You feel his right hand linger near your ass and you try to pull away.