adarkromantic

[adarkromantic]

remote student!reader x stalker

-gender neutral reader

-cisgender male stalker

you live in the middle of the woods and take your uni lectures in the comfort of your own home. the woods rustle every so often but its just an animal. right..?

[cw: swearing, stalking, sex, dubious consent, choking, restraint, infantilisation, praise kink, dacryphilia- arousal when seeing someone cry]

"What do you mean 6.3 isn't the answer? I swear to-" You curse and bang your head against the algebra textbook that is currently the bane of your existence. It's too late to keep on doing this to yourself and your phone showing that it's nearly midnight is proof. Sighing, you roll your chair over to the window and press your forehead against the cool glass, listening to the wind whistling past your little home in the woods.

Pine trees line the land outside your front garden, dark green needles poke through the wooden fence that encircles your bungalow. You rub away condensation on the window with the ball of your palm, squinting to see the woods again; the trees are blurry towers of the Earth.

A shadow darts from one tree trunk to another. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up but you run a hand down your face. You let out a long breath and whisper calming words to yourself to warm the cold pit of dread in your stomach.

"Just a deer."

Several weeks later...

Your English coursework was draining the life out of you, so you close your laptop and give up on writing an introduction to your essay. A headache is brewing behind your eyes and you groan, spinning around in your desk chair to face the window that paints a clear picture of the woods.

The trees sway outside your woodland bungalow, a sea of green you can traverse with a good flashlight. An owl swoops down from the treetops, near crashing into your window, and causing you startle back falling to the floor with a clatter. On your ass, you laugh and haul yourself back up again, face flushed pink.

You look out the window but... you can't see your reflection or the trees anymore.

Eyes as green as the swaying tree-line stare back at you and two pupils dilate to blackholes, fixed on you. A hand clad in black leather slams against the window and you jump back, hitting your foot on the wheels of your desk chair after you grab your phone from the desk.

"Ow, shit-"

You curse and scramble on your hands and knees to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. There is a crash and you know it's a window being smashed, followed by heavy thumping footsteps.

Your chest feels too tight for your lungs to move and your hands shake gripping your phone, cold and sweaty, as you press  'emergency' instead of tapping out your password. The wifi bar isn't there and neither is a byte of data. But you paid your data plan for this month.

"No, no, no!"

Your outside lights are still on and the lamp at your bedside too, so the power isn't out. It hits you and you curse again. The router is in your office. Your face scrunches at your own idiocy and you slump against your bedroom door, brows furrowed. 

Those heavy footsteps are getting closer.

You tremble and set your phone down gently, searching for anything close to enough to stave off the intruder but can only reach one of your trigonometry books. Your fingers barely brush the spine of the thick paperback, even as you try to shuffle closer.

The door suddenly rattles against your back, knocking your head back hard and forcing the air from your lungs. You wince but push back against the brute force, mouth clamped shut to silence any whimpers. A voice calls to you.

"I saw you looking at me a few weeks back, night owl. You should really go to bed earlier."

The voice is male, rich like the scent of wood that clings to the very air around you.

"Get the fuck out of my home! I've called the police and you will be put away for a long time, you sick creep." You shout, willing your voice not to break or crack.

His deep laugh echoes and reverberates through your bones, a chill down your spine.

"W-what's so funny?" Your voice wavers despite your attempts to keep it steady, knowing he is listening.

"I smashed your router. As well as the living room window. Sorry, night owl." He answers in a sarcastic drawl that makes your face heat. You know when you're being made fun of. "So the police aren't coming and I won't be put away."

The intruder laughs again and he rattles the doorknob this time, making you start with a jump. Goosebumps ripple over your clammy skin and the hair on the back of your neck stands up.

"Open the door, night owl." He croons from behind the door and kicks it. The hinges rattles from the force. Cold dread spreads through your chest and fear trickles down as the sweat on your crinkled brow.

"Are you armed?"

You gasp out, shoulders still tense as you continue to push back against the door.

He bangs what sounds like his fists against the door. "No. Bare handed. Just open the door." Another bang. "Let me in, night owl. I'd love to meet you face to face instead of watching you through your window."

Your stomach drops and bile rises in your throat. Bang.

"Open. The door." He pants, slamming a shoulder into the door and splintering the doorframe. The door sags against your back and you crawl out of the way before it can crush you. It slams into the floor with a thundering crash.

A figure looms in the doorway. The intruder.

"Oh, my night owl-" He grins, baring his palms to you; calloused and smooth. "don't fly away now." 

He's tall, at least 6'2 because he has to duck his head to pass through the door frame. His hair falls in brown waves across his forehead, cropped just above his thick eyebrows raised in surrender. Pink lips are stretched into a smirk and dimples mark his cheeks, highlighting his sharp jawline. The intruder is dressed in black tech wear, fitting for his crimes, and pulls off leather gloves as he enters your bedroom.

You scream and launch your trigonometry book at him. It smacks into his chest but bounces off, like a squeaky toy against a brick wall. He cocks his head to the side and grins, running his tongue over his top row of teeth wet with saliva.

"I'm not armed." He kicks the book to one side. "So there is no need for that. Not that this textbook would stop me, I was good at trig."

The intruder slinks towards you, teeth bared in a wide smile and those forest green eyes sparkling under thick black lashes. "My name's Finch, night owl. I already know yours but I want you to say it anyway because I love to hear your voice."

You splutter for a moment, dumbfounded before blurting out. "My name is Y/n. H-hello Finch."

Finch grins and reaches out a hand, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. "I've imagined what you look like when you cry for a month now. Seeing it in real life is so much nicer."

A tear rolls down your face as one of your eyes twitch, your teeth grinding and your jaw set. Finch wraps his other arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and leans down. He sticks out his tongue and licks the tear from your cheek.

"Fuck, night owl. You look so good when you cry."

You tense as Finch presses his hard on into your thigh, biting your lip to stop any more tears from falling for fear of making him more excited.

"Don't do that." Finch whispers, running his thumb over your bottom lip before hooking it behind your teeth to stop you biting it again.

"I'm not going to hurt you, night owl."

His voice blows warm against your neck, lips almost touching the column of your throat.

You can't stop your shoulders shaking as you sob, squeezing your thighs together as a warmth builds between them but not from friction although you wish they were rubbing against something. "P-please. Leave me alone, Finch."

Finch pushes you down onto your bed, then gripping both your wrists in just one of his hands. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

He croons, pushing his hips against yours as you fight the urge to grind against him.

"I've been watching you for too long to scare you like this and just leave. I don't want to scare you, night owl, I want to make you happy. I like you, Hell, I might even love you. So I will make you happy..."

Finch lowers his voice to a deep growl that makes the fire in the pit of your stomach burn with the heat of a thousand suns.

"and you will take it, won't you?"

Animal instinct compels you to nod, say 'yes' and survive. Just animal instinct.

"Y-yes, Finch."

"Good." Finch pats your cheek with his spare hand before letting it drop to gently wrap around your throat. "So spread your legs, night owl."

Finch leans closer and runs his teeth over the column over your throat, nipping at the soft skin there. Your breaths come in short, harsh pants as your legs fall open for him and Finch murmurs.

"If I let go of your wrists, you won't fight me, will you?" He draws back and pouts mockingly, shaking his head before patting your cheek again. "Good pet."

You don't move your wrists, even as Finch releases them from his grip.

"What are you going to- to do to me, Finch?"

The words barely fall from your lips as Finch grins down at you and straddles your hips.

"Well, night owl, since you asked nicely..."

Finch undoes the buttons to his trousers and exposes his throbbing cock. The tip is pink and uncut, you want to wrap your mouth around it- You blink that thought away. Finch smirks as if he heard you and quickly tugs down your shorts.

"You are going to suck my cock, night owl and when I cum in your mouth I want you to take it like a good little pet, okay?"

Animal instinct. You nod and Finch kisses your forehead, patting you like a puppy waiting for a treat from its master. A good little pet. Ready. Finch pulls you up and pushes you down onto your knees on your bed, facing him as he stands beside you. He is tall enough that even when you are kneeling on the added height of your bed, the tip of his cock still brushes your nose.

You lick your lips and look up at Finch as he tangles his hand in your hair, yanking your head forwards so your mouth wraps around his cock. "Now suck, night owl."

He groans and tugs your hair at a slow pace at first, your head bobbing as your throat works to swallow his size. Finch has to be 6 inches at least. "Good fucking pet."

He coos and gently slaps your cheek so the tears forming in your eyes as you choke roll down your cheeks. It only makes him harder.  You gag and splutter as Finch slams his cock down your throat, groaning as his cum floods your mouth.

You have to take large gulps to not choke and even then, as Finch yanks your head back, cum from your mouth is connected to his cock in a long strand before he wipes it away whispering.

"Good job, pet. You did so well."

Finch kisses you and licks your lips, tasting his own cum from your spit. "Are you happy?"

You nod dumbly, like an animal. Your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton, floating almost.

"You are happy, aren't you? You love sucking my cock, pet. Mhmm." Finch pouts and wrap his hand around your throat again, grinding his cock between your legs. "Do you want me to fuck you now, pet? Make you feel all nice and happy."

Just nod. Do what he wants. Good little pet. You smile and lay on your back as Finch crawls on top of you, giving you no time to think before slamming his cock inside of you.

No lube needed when you're already soaking wet. He pumps in and out once, tightening his grip on your throat.

"Over this month I've been wondering if you are the type of pet who likes it slow or fast. Rough or gentle."

You moan and your head lolls back against the sheets, feeling too heavy to hold up anymore as your throat aches from taking Finch's cock. 

"I've decided I'm going to make that decision for you, pet, and it's going to be fast and rough."

Your fuzzy brain lights up at that and your eyes widen, lips stretching into a submissive smile.

Finch grins and nods. "Oh, you want that, pet?"

You nod with him and yelp as he suddenly thrusts into you, his balls slapping against your skin as he does it again and again. Your mattress starts to squeak and the bed frame moves with each brutal thrust from Finch.

"Good fucking pet, night owl." He groans and kneads your thighs with his calloused hands. Pressure builds between your legs, nerves imploding like stars as Finch rolls his hips.

"F-Finch, I can't- please, I-" You babble incoherently whilst skin claps against skin, eyelids fluttering as Finch edges you closer.

"You're gonna make me cum too quickly, pet." Finch grits out through a clenched jaw, his head leaning back and brown waves of hair fall across his knitted brow. "Fuck, pet. I'm gonna- cum." Whole galaxies seem to explode behind your eyes as your body writhes in orgasmic bliss.

Your body sags limp into your mattress and Finch rises to his knees on either side of you, cum still leaking from the tip of his cock, now softer.

"You okay, pet? You took me so well, didn't you?" He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, wearing a smile that exposes his dimples to you.

"But you need to go to bed, night owl."

Lifting you effortlessly, Finch tucks you into bed with his cum still sticky between your thighs.

He draws back and walks over your bedroom door, left broken on the floor.

"I'll see you tomorrow, night owl." Finch hums and leans against the doorframe before turning.

"But you might not see me."