𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄;
彼は私を傷つける
➤【 yandere bullies x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, two boys begin abusing and tormenting (y/n) for one reason, and one reason only: they want her every waking hour consumed by them until there's nothing lef...
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┊❝ You're so fucking delectable ❞┊
── "DO you think I'm incompetent, Dylan?" Ian scoffed as he nonchalantly used a copied key of (Y/N)'s to unlock her door and walk into her house, a phone pressed to his ear that displayed Dylan's name on the screen. "I've ensured that the both of them are out, so the house is empty. I need an empty house for the set up." Listening for a few more seconds, Ian rolled his eyes before exclaiming, "You'll have access, too. Why the fuck do you think I'm doing this in the first place? We need to make sure that she is... compliant."
After saying his goodbyes, he hung up the phone before glancing around the familiar space.
Making quick work of closing the blinds to ensure that no one could peer in at him and what he was doing, he then slung his bag to the ground before unzipping it and pulling out a plethora of tiny cameras, wires, microphones, etcetera. Ian was known for his technological genius, and both he and Dylan abused that for their own gain, especially when said gain was so good. For (Y/N), to watch her, to listen in on her, to stalk her, neither boy could pass up on such an opportunity.
After hooking up the microphones to the cameras, Ian scattered them throughout the house. He made sure not a single angle was missed, hiding the cameras in places where he knew people would glance over without a second thought.
Finally, he arrived at (Y/N)'s room.
His lips twitched, his fingers trembling at the idea of invading her space once more.
It was a bit too addictive.
Hiding a camera in her nightstand, above her bed, in her ceiling fan, at her desk, and anywhere else he could, he reveled in the thought of being able to watch her when she thought she was safe. He delighted in how often she tried to mask the fear that she felt whenever he or Dylan was around, but he also couldn't wait to see how she acted in the confines of her room where she thought no one would be watching. After setting up all the cameras, he was just about to leave the room when he faltered, eyeing the closet to his right that he nor Dylan peeked into.
Flinging open the doors, he combed through (Y/N)'s clothing until he found himself faltering upon opening her underwear drawer.
Pressing a hand over his mouth to stop the eerie smile that threatened to twist itself over his lips, he couldn't help but chuckle when holding up a black, lacy pair that he could already imagine her wearing in his bed, taunting him. Balling up the underwear and shoving it into his pocket, he closed the closet before leaving her room exactly as he had left it. As much as he was fond of frightening (Y/N) once more, he didn't want her to suspect anything. So, imagine his surprise when glancing through the curtains to see if he were clear to spot none other than (Y/N) herself walking—limping—up the porch.
Cursing under his breath, Ian quickly and quietly disappeared back upstairs just as she was opening the door. Keeping his phone on silent, he opened his messages to Dylan.
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Text Message Today 10:01 AM
Me: What the fuck, Dylan
Me: Why is (Y/N) home early?
Me: What happened?
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Text Message Today 10:03
Dylan: I heard from my dad that Carmen stirred up shit again
Dylan: She fought (Y/N)
Dylan: I think I'm going to fucking kill her
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Scowling at that piece of information, itching to implement a vicious type of understanding within Carmen for daring to harm (Y/N) when he nor Dylan asked, Ian stiffened upon hearing (Y/N) walk up the stairs. Sneaking into the room closest to him, spluttering out a whispered curse when seeing it was her room, he hid in the closet after rationally surveying her room to see that it was the only spot where he was shielded from her view. Leaving the door open a crack, he waited with bated breath until (Y/N) entered the space.
A red mark was prominent against her cheek, signaling that she had been slapped, and when she started to undress, Ian could see quite clearly where Carmen had hurt her.
His blood boiled with rage.
Yet, just as quickly, was enriched with desire.
His once steel grey eyes softened to a molten grey as he drank in the sight of (Y/N)'s body, committing to memory the curves of her hips and breasts along with the angles of her arms and legs. He was never one to get so swept up in his desires where he became this distracted like Dylan, but in that moment where the very air around him was charged with tense energy, all he wanted to do was fall into the sickly sweet trap of (Y/N)'s presence.
Feeling his breathing quicken into short breaths, almost like he were panting, he watched with deranged fascination as one by one, the garments slid off of (Y/N)'s body in an enticing manner. By that point, he could feel his dick straining against the confines of his pants, his hand moving on its own to palm himself through the fabric. When that wasn't enough anymore, he slid her underwear from his pocket, freed his cock, and began to stroke it, imaging her heavenly fingers or erotic tongue doing the work instead.
Placing one hand against the wall to steady himself, practically thrusting into (Y/N)'s underwear he had wrapped tightly around his dick, he bit his lip hard to stop himself from groaning because of the pleasure, his very body heating up with fire that danced across his skin.
(Y/N)...
He moaned her name in his mind like she were a goddess he was praying to, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from how good he felt.
She wasn't in a porn video, but every move she made was so goddamn erotic that it was pushing Ian to the confounds of delirium from how he wished to ravish her right then and there. And just as a towel was sliding across her body so she could move to the bathroom to take a shower, he grunted softly as he pumped his cock one last time before a sticky thread of his cum shot out from his tip to coat the door of her closet.
Oh, fuck...
Breathing out heavily once (Y/N) had left the room, Ian stared down at her cum-coated underwear still clutched tightly in his hand.
A deranged grin flew across his lips.
Fuck, (Y/N).
You're so fucking delectable.
I can't wait to start using those cameras to watch you all the goddamn time.
