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Make the Distance.

Male 'Yandere' x You (Gender Neutral) little over 2600 words. Reader is wearing a skirt and makeup. if you associate clothes and makeup to gender- well. Don't think this needs many warnings? just 18+ It's been a while since you've been to this club. It's farther from your usual spot so only when you get the energy will you make the drive. Or let's be specific. When a certain person is here, you'll make the drive.

You have some connections in the scene so it was easier to keep tabs on certain people if you wanted to. Friends in high places, you could say.

You hadn't yet laid eyes on your babe but their car was in the parking lot.

You hum and sip your drink before setting the glass down and trailing a finger around the rim.

Suddenly, the corner of your mouth is pulled into a half smile as an idea passes your mind. You didn't come dolled up for nothing and you weren't just going to sit and wait.

There is a perfectly good dance floor to dance on, and that's a reason why you're here.

Sliding out of your seat, you knock back the rest of your drink and stand. You were very particular on what you wore today. Fishnets covering your legs and stomach, a skirt, faux fur boot covers, 3 inch platforms, and a thin shirt that dropped off your shoulders and stopped just past your chest, exposing your stomach through the netting.

Whoever is spinning tracks decided to mix in some 90s and 2000s R&B and hip hop and pop. You throw your hands up like you're victorious. This is perfect. You can dance to a lot of different styles but something about this time periods songs, Janet, Missy, EVE, Britney, and so many other spectacular artists who put out fuckin BANGERS. EUgh it was just so good.

You weave your way through the crowd of people until you find a good little spot for yourself. It doesn't take you long to get into your own groove and headspace. You close your eyes, feeling the music and move to the rhythm. Your hips are swaying, your hands either over you or on you, trailing down in a move that makes sense with whatever is playing and you do this for a good long while until you feel a shiver run up your spine. You stop and open your eyes to look around quickly.

You feel like a wolf is watching you.

Granted, many people have their eyes on you but you can feel the weight of this one's intensity and you shiver as another chill runs up along your shoulders and down your arms. You continue to dance though, but this time, you give a bit more of a show. Got to draw them out somehow, right?

Your own hands around your body get more tempting and more provocative. Especially when you make your way down or do that little bend and place your hands- Your movement is halted by a presence behind you. They’re not dancing, just standing. You lift yourself slowly and turn to look at them, smiling as you feel the way their eyes rake over you with a hunger. This is the intensity. You notice behind him though, someone actively backs off.

You can't help your smile widening. "My ward~" You purr out and press a hand against their chest and you drag it down along their shirt. They don't speak, just keep watching and that's just fine with you. Another song kicks on and you're sure he can see the spark in your eyes light up in recognition as you do a little hop and remove your hand. You both stay in each others orbit as you get into it again and he acts like a wall between you and them. You're like this for a bit until you have the idea to check your makeup.

You grab his shirt and pull him closer then lean in and mention you're heading to the bathroom.

As you leave, you feel him right there behind you. Your guard dog~ The thought is darling to you. You enter the bathroom and quickly check your makeup, fixing it as needed and checking yourself before heading back out. To no surprise, he's still there and you walk over to a side table, beckoning to him as you pull out your eyeliner. He leans over and down, closing his eyes as you apply a light amount, smudge it, then tell him to look up and he listens and you smudge that as well. Smiling at your work you finally put the liner away.

"Dance with me?" You muse.

He seems to think about it but you both know he prefers to watch. You wave it away with a smile. Then one of your club friends comes up to you, leaning to shout in your ear that a cage is open and that couldn’t be more fantastic.

You pull your ward with you and wave to your friend in thanks, flashing a smile.

The way the club is set up, its two floors. The bottom floor is shaped like a scrunched ‘H’. When you enter from one of the front side doors, you walk a bit forward and there is the bar, taking a spot in the top part of the vacant ‘H’. Then the dance floor takes up a majority of the room with a stage filling the other vacant part of the ‘H’ with cages on the side. Tall round tables and some booths line the sides of the wall. The top floor has private rooms, another dance floor, and more cages. Cages are either first come first serve or reserved for workers. Doing a quick glance you see the ones down stairs are filled so you head up. You start to weave through people again but this time, you’re pulled by your waist to stick closer to your ward so no one bumps into you. How sweet~ Making it over you see one of your other friends who works here and they spot you. They take their hand off the cage and step down the two steps, smiling and greeting you, exchanging formalities and thanking before they disappear into the crowd. You turn to your boy and grab one of the nearby chairs, dragging it forward for him before heading up the few steps and into the cage, closing it behind you. The cage itself is tall, sort of thin, with black bars. ‘Thin’ but it could fit about 4 people comfortably. As you start to sway your hips back and forth, he’s still standing, admiring, thinking. You smile and close your eyes to once again, find your own groove. This time though, you can use the bars to your advantage and you don’t have to worry about other people. You can grab the bars, press your body against them, play into some predator/prey dynamics, possibilities are endless~ You muse to yourself softly and smile. You did in fact, press your chest and back against the cage a few times. Once, holding a bar from above your head to pull your body flush against the cage before rolling your torso and hips against it. You opened your eyes slightly in that moment, noticing another person gazing at you from near the cage, taking your wolfs attention. Another time you leaned your shoulders against the cage and held a bar next to your neck for stability as you leaned back, letting your back arch. You rolled your hips, knowing exactly what this looks like. You think you hear something near you but you don't pay mind. You're in your own world right now. Eventually you get lower to the platform, swaying your hips, legs spreading a part as you're slowly dropping yourself down. You have limited faith in your knees to hold you which is why you don't do this that much anymore but this felt right. You finally open your eyes and as you look up you pause. He’s sitting. One leg crossed over the other. One elbow propped on the chair arm as he leans his cheek against his hand. The other, looking like they would tear into the fabric of the chair if his nails were sharp enough. His eyes, sharp and intense as he takes in every inch of you. Fuck, you’d love to see the thoughts roaming around his mind.

You want to know how much he wants you. Feeling a little hot and devious, you pull yourself back up with assistance from the bars. Then you turn and bend at the hips, deliberately teasing him as you pull and push yourself with your other hand to move away and then against the cage a few times. You hear an exhale that sounds like a growl and you turn a bit, glancing over at him, surprised he’s still managing to hold it in. Ahh, this is fun~ You smile and quit your suggestive teasing as he looks like he could break the bars between you right now. You hum for a bit, thinking. About 15-20 minutes have passed since being in the cage and you think it’s time to head out. You open the cage and step down the steps. A few steps more and you’re in front of your wolf and he looks up at you. You flash a smile before leaning down towards his ear. “Think I’m going to head out for the night.” You then turn and make your way out, not checking to see if he follows or not but knowing he’s a few paces behind you this time as you make it through the crowds of people.

Once outside you both say your ‘goodbyes’. He makes his way to his car and you yours. Getting in you stick your key in the ignition and turn to start but when you do it makes a ‘rer-rer-rer-rer’ sound. It’s trying to start up but doesn’t. Your head tilts and eyebrows furrow. Getting out you pop the hood and lift it. You’ve never been good when it comes to cars. You look around but generally can’t tell what the issue would be. You click your tongue and slam the hood down. You cross your arms over your chest before looking in the direction the wolf went. Call it a bad idea all you want. You’re still doing it. You make your way to his car, knocking on the window and he rolls it down. “Heyy~ My car won’t start. Do you mind giving me a lift?” You give him a look and he reaches over to pop the door open for you. You smile and slide into the passenger seat. He doesn’t ask where to take you, He doesn’t need to. He's done this many times before. You’re heading to his place~

The drive is quiet and peaceful. Music playing at a low setting and it doesn’t take long for you to make it to where he lives. You get out and follow behind him. He unlocks the door and holds it open for you, allowing you in first. You smile at him and take the offer and as soon as you take a step into his domain, you’re slammed against the nearest wall as your breath is taken away by a rough kiss. The front door is kicked shut and he presses you between him and the wall, his fingers against the back of your head so it doesn't knock against the drywall. You appreciate him protecting your head when being slammed. You turn your head, pulling away from the kiss to breathe for a moment. He allows this and moves his mouth down, kissing your jaw and down your neck before dragging his tongue across your collarbone and smiling against you as you can’t help shaking from it.

“You know...” Your breath freezes when he speaks and he moves up to press himself right next to your ear. “I’m glad you showed up tonight.” His voice was low and pleased, sounding like a purr. One of his hands wraps around your lower back and he pulls his other hand away from your head and runs it down your body. “I loved watching you perform for me.” You feel your face get hot and you can’t help the chills running down you. “But I didn’t like the close encounters of someone touching what’s mine.” You let out a soft moan and rest your head against his shoulder.

You know what he means. At other clubs you’re not usually like this. You stick to yourself or your group of friends and you are way more aware and cautious of who’s around you. You knew some people tried to touch and dance with you tonight but he was there. He wouldn’t let anyone get what they wanted and you love it. It’s the only time you can be a little more carefree. And then when the night is done, you get to be his for as long as you can. It’s wonderful. This is why you make the drive. You raise your hands and slip them into his hair before turning your head and press kisses to his neck and his cheek before looking at him. You feel a bit embarrassed and the red on your face is apparent. “Only for you.” Your voice shakes out and he looks as if he’s considering something. You know he loves to watch you dance and have fun. You know he loves to scare off any perceivable threat. He knows you track when he’s going to be there. And you know he’s the one who tampers with your car. You both are obsessed with one another and you can’t get enough of it. You’ll give him anything right now and he’s aware of it. He reaches his hand up and brushes some of your hair to the side as he thinks. “I love you.” He waits to see your reaction but doesn’t have to wait at all as you visibly melt against him and lean your face into his hand. Taking a breath you slowly formulate words, “Please show me I’m yours. Please mark me, own me.” You’re losing your composure and your words start coming out as little whines. You want it so bad you ache and feel like you could cry. He smiles and pulls you away from the wall and towards his room. Once in he closes and locks the door before turning to you, hands on you as he tugs off your shirt and instantly goes to press more kisses down your neck and down your chest. Your hands wrap around him loosely as he leaves marks here and there. You can’t help the soft breathy sounds that pour from you and he chuckles. Making his way back up he cups the side of your head, pressing lips against your ear again. “Should I get you a collar~? Then everyone will know.” You let out a moan in response and shiver at the breath hitting your ear. You can’t stop blushing and your head is buzzing, completely pliable to his whims and your voice doesn’t want to work anymore. You’re standing one moment and the next you’re pinned against the bed on your stomach and his weight is pressing against your back, pressing you further into the bed with his hands and mouth roaming wherever they’d like. You love it, you love it, you love it. You don’t want this to end and you’re either going to stay with him like this forever or you’re going to need to start making your way up here more often. Or him to your usual spots. 'He did lock the door though', your mind purred at you. That’s something to think about when your mind is more together. Right now you're in multiple places. You’re pinned against the bed, You're somewhere on the floor next to the bed, and you're in the entrance way. You laugh to yourself and completely give into the wolf lovingly and blissfully tearing you apart.

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