Renter Problems 3
yandere!celebrity x fem!reader
Synopsis: You're trying to find a place near your university to stay, and you've managed to find a mansion owned by a celebrity to live in. His name is Jacob, and you've known him since middle school as the arrogant douche who occasionally spread rumours about you. He's blown up recently as the new, hot celebrity thanks to the movie he's starred in, though, while you're just struggling to pass by. For an unknown reason, he's obsessed with the idea of you being his girlfriend, and after you announce you will be moving out, he decides to imprison you in his house. You learn he's even more abusive than ever, especially with his new influence.
Details: Physical and verbal abuse, NSFW, manipulation, fem reader, kidnapping, non-con, oral
Warning: NSFW, Non-Con
"I'm back!" A voice that sends terror to your nerves calls up towards the bedroom. He sounds happy... energized, even. It causes you to relax your tense muscles.
Your face is sticky with dried tears, and fresh tears on top of that. You're starving, and you've had to go drink water from the bathroom sink just so you wouldn't dehydrate. Your voice feels gone and you were too scared to try and escape with the threat of an alarm.
So pathetic. You might just be letting this happen to you. You might like this after all, being a victim.
No, no. Keep strong.
You shake your head of the dangerous thought. The betrayal of your own mind.
You tried, you did try. The door. You tried knocking it down so many times. But it was solid and felt like a 3 meter thick stone block.
He unlocks the door.
He walks towards you.
Please. Please don't.
"I'm so fucking exhausted, shit." He sits down on the edge bed next to you and lies back.
You flinch away. Your empty stomach sinks five meters and you regret flinching from him. He could get angry again, and he might-
He glances at your cowering body from the corner of his eye. You weren't scared then, so why so scared now? Can't you see he's trying to be nice? It irks him, truthfully. He's not a fucking monster for God's sake.
"So, you're not going to ask me about my tiring day at work?"
"Why are you doing this." You ask him, your words flat to the wall as you gaze at the small bumps of the dried white paint to avoid looking at him, heart hammering.
Jacob could just ignore that. He could shut you up, train you. But he's a nice guy. He's chill, he's a sweetheart. He's a harmless flirt! (That's how the latest news articles had described him as. How could anyone not fall at their knees?
"Because I like you." He replies. And it's a truth of sorts. He does like your body. He likes how you look, and your voice. He doesn't like how you act as of late though, like a pretentious whore.
"Jacob, please, I don't like you in that way. I have... I have a life, I have plans. I- I have to go to college in a few months, please!" You cry out, losing all composure.
He laughs out loudly at your cries. "Y/n, what life? Your own parents don't even think of you as their child, you have no friends, and you have no house!"
He sits up and roughly grabs your face.
"Stop. Whining."
His hands feel tight around your jaw, like he could crush it. His hold on you forces your lips to pout slightly and you feel humiliated.
He quickly lets go and gently pats you on the back, like he's cheering up a sad child or something.
"Sorry," He says after a bit of quiet. "I just feel like you could at least pretend to care."
Insane. That's the only word that comes to your mind. He's insane and nobody except you knows. Your friends at their fancy university, they don't know, your parents, they don't know, no one knows.
You stare back at him. His wavy hair sits slightly messed from his tantrum, his doe-like eyes that dig into your own. It's deceptively sweet and trustworthy. But he also had a darker side to him, you could feel it, not from the way he sat, or analyzed his every surrounding, not even his need to control everything. No, no, it was an instinctive scream that rang echos in your soul to run away. He was not a sweet boy, he was a dangerous man, and you needed to get away. In fact, he'd never been a sweet boy. At best, a playground bully. Appearances were deceiving, and that gave you chills.
Is that why he had imprisoned you like this? Because you had broken free of his control? Then perhaps you could free yourself by aligning back with his wants, whatever that was. You could pretend. You could pretend to be his girlfriend.
"Umm... So you had a long day?" You try. You're fearful for a negative reaction.
But almost immediately, his face brightens up.
"Yeah, I had to film 3 interviews today and everyone was fucking disgusting. They're so fake, I could see right through them. Every one of them, they're hideous." He rants, as he comes closer to you slowly.
"Unlike you, you're breathtakingly perfect." He winks at you.
He reaches over to hold your hand and you let him. You have no energy, really.
"Y/n, I have so much stress pent up inside me." He tells you. His eyes brush your body in a way that makes you feel like throwing up. Throwing up what, you don't know, because you haven't had food in almost a day.
"You do?" You ask slowly, unsure what he means by that.
A cord of tense atmosphere wraps itself onto both of you, and it holds you two there. The air feels thick.
"Yeah, I mean, I just really need to release the stress."
He spreads his legs just slightly, and your heart stops at what he's suggesting. His jeans have a bulge in it, that wasn't there this morning.
As you sit on the edge of the bed with your legs tucked in under you, you feel a sweat arising from the deepest core of your body, the type that forces you to run. To run away from this.
But you can't.
"No- please- Jacob, no, please, I'm a virgin," You back away into the headboard as you begin to sob.
He comes closer to you and you want to puke. Really.
"I thought you cared about me. I thought we agreed that in order for this relationship to work we need to care about each other?" He demands.
Your stomach grumbles. Jacob smiles at this, having already planned everything.
"You're hungry right? You haven't eaten at all? I got food and it's downstairs." He says.
"Yeah- yeah I'm hungry." You reply, shaking.
"Then, do this for me and I'll let you eat." He holds your handcuffs and drags you close to himself.
You freak and you thrash, trying to get away, but he holds onto your tied wrists tight. "Jacob, please, I'm so scared, I don't want to do this. It's too early." You beg him.
"You're a virgin?" He asks, and you're confused. You already told him, so why's he interrogating you like this?
"Yes." You respond, hesitant.
"Ok, doesn't matter, you'll still be one at the end." He says, in a relaxed tone. You're left to ponder what he means by that. It's a contradicting statement, to have sex and still be a virgin.
Jacob sees your confusion and smirks. "What, like you've never heard of being a blowjob?" He says mockingly. "Get down on the floor."
You gasp at his crude words and try to shrink away, off the bed.
"Kneel down, or I'm going to cut your fucking finger off." He threatens. His threat still fresh in your mind, you force your own body to move down onto the floor.
He releases the hold on your handcuffs and you kneel down on the floor. It forces you to look up at his open legs.Jacob undos his black leather belt.
"Now, pull my zipper down." He orders, hand on your shoulder.
You try to, with your cuffed hands, but it won't work. The hands which are bound render you incapable of unzipping his pants.
"Jacob-" You begin.
"You have a mouth, right?" He interrupts you with a patronizing smile.
The absolute humiliation of this, the way he treats you like an animal leaves you furious. His sincere suggestion of you to kneel and use your teeth to undress him. You still do it though, because what choice do you truly have? You lean your face into the intersection of his pants and hold your breath in fear. You take his pant zipper in between your teeth and drag it down, like a dog. His underwear looks like it'll burst, and maybe he knows that, because he quickly pushes it down to reveal his hard-on. His dick slaps his lower abdomen from the release of the constricting fabric. It's almost painfully red at the tip.
It's big, and maybe scary isn't the right word to utilize in describing this scene in front of you, but all you feel is white-hot fear.
"Well?" He asks.
"I don't know how." You tell him.
"Just put your mouth on it, no teeth." He replies.
But you just can't force yourself to do it. You shake your head no and tears well up in your waterline again. Jacob smiles, in a knowing way, and he reaches over to the nightstand drawer. You freeze and analyze every microscopic movement of his body. He opens the top drawer while still holding onto your hair, tight.
Jacob didn't really want to do this to you. Well, maybe just a little. Okay, he wanted to do this a lot.
He grabs a sharp knife and puts it to your neck. However small, it's still a blade, which causes you to instinctively jolt. You scream and try to move your neck away.
"Do you really want to do that?" He asks, still having your hair in a strong grasp. "One wrong move and it cuts into a very important vein."
You must think he's so sick. What would you do if you knew he was getting turned on from this? That's why he loved you so much, you were the only person he could really do this to. You were a nobody from his past, but you were a nobody from his past.
"Jacob please, please, I'm not ready." You let out a sob, as the blade broke the soft skin of your neck. Your body shakes in terror.
You feel your breathes quicken and your chest tightens up. Jacob notices how your small body is heaving rapidly, and his gaze softens, a little.He lifts off some pressure from the knife and pushes your head onto his cock. You're tired, you're starving, you might die. Your fogged-up brain lets your body be lead like a marionette as you let his tip press into your plush red lips you don't fight back.
"Suck it with your tongue." He orders.
And you do, you cautiously lick the tip of his length with a few swirls, tasting him. It's repulsive.
"Oh fuck." He moans, throwing his head back slightly.
So he likes that.
You hope he'll be happy with your tentative licking, but he becomes greedier and greedier with each second. He pushes himself deeper into your mouth until you start to gag and cough. The foreign object in your throat keeps you from breathing and you desperately want to throw it up. But his hands have a strong hold on your head.
"Oh god, yeah, oh, you're doing so good- oh, baby, you-you sure it's your first time?" He moans out, panting and he begins to thrust himself in shallow ins and outs.
He doesn't expect an answer, this is all his fantasy after all.
You press on his legs to push him off, and he finally removes his cock. You lump over and you cough. He forces back into your mouth after a few quick breathes though, he's searching for his release and it's coming soon. Tears are just a part of your appearance now, as he thrusts into your throat you can feel your mind going somewhere else.
He starts to become rougher and his legs tense.
"Fuck, shit, oh fucking fuck!" His face is in bliss, a contrast to your own.
He goes deeper and faster and he manages to make out one last sentence.
"Swallow, don't you dare spit it out."
A thick, hot, but salty liquid floods your mouth, and you wince at the gross substance that coats your tongue, but you brace yourself and swallow.
Jacob stares at you and pats your head, as if that makes up for it.
You collapse of exhaustion on the floor and Jacob gets up to change into his sweatpants first. Then he puts the knife away and brushes his hair slightly.
Finally, he scoops you up, and sees that you're unconscious. You look tired but peaceful, like a fairy, or a dying angel. Your eyes are closed as your lashes curve just a little bit upwards, your lips in a relaxed position. Your skin is radiant, and Jacob finds himself smiling at your beauty.
He gently puts you on his bed, and covers you with a thick blanket.
"Sleep well. I'll get you breakfast tomorrow, I promise."
If you enjoyed this, you might enjoy the rough draft version on wattpad. Yes, I know, wattpad stories suck, but that's the place it's at for all the public to see. There are far more chapters, so I just wanted to let anyone curious know, since re-editing these chapters take some time.
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