One Shots | Mortal Kombat

Yandere Stryker x Shy Cute Reader (P.1) (lemon)

This was requested by @user36811464

I hope it's good :)
Plus, rape warning ya'll ⚠️

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*Kurtis' POV*

My eyes landed on her beautiful (h/c) hair, and I couldn't help myself. I slowly walked closer to her bed, careful not to make any unnecessary sounds that could wake her up. I bent my knees at the edge of the bed, lowering myself to her height. A smile spread around my face as my eyes landed on her face.

She was even more beautiful now that she was asleep - if that was possible. I let my eyes savour every part of her face, especially the peace. (Y/n) never seemed to be calm or relaxed when she walks in the park. She's always watching her shoulder, but not when she sleeps. I slowly reached my hand out, taking hold of the hair covering half of her face. I slowly moved it away from her face, now able to see it all.

I bit my lip as my dick started aching, begging to be let out of these tight pants. I have had this feeling for weeks now. I could never prevent myself any longer. I'd always look at the pictures I had taken of her. Especially the one where she was undressed and about to enter the shower.
I loved to sneak around her property during the sunrise and sunsets. It was the time of day when she either only wore her panties and a shirt, or shorts... tight shorts.

I slowly rose from the ground, my eyes still on her. She had infected my memory. All I could ever think about these days were her. Her safety. Her loyalty. All I ever wanted to hear was her moan... maybe cry my name. Only my name.

I slowly lowered myself down, placing my lips on the top of her hair. As I quietly kissed her, I inhaled her scent, enjoying every bit of it. Cherry perfume. It fit her perfectly: Sweet as a cherry.

I slowly backed away from the side of the bed, and I finally decided to bring my sight back down to my aching member. I stared at the bulge in my pants, realising I have to do something about it...
All I have ever done is to stare at the photos I have taken of her... Jerk off to them by myself. I'm here now, and since she belongs to me, and me only, why can't I just take her help?

I walked to the middle of the bed, slowly lowering my knee on the soft madras. My eyes landed on her soft and adorable face as I grabbed her covers, careful not to startle her awake. I bit my bottom lip, eagerness growing inside me as her moving chest turned out visible. The short top she had on barely covered anything of her, only her breasts. The one thing I wanted to play with so bad.

-"Shh... sweetheart. It's only the two of us... No more Dylan," I whispered, taking the cover completely off her. I let it fall to the floor, and once I noticed her laced blonde panties, my dick started aching even more for release. I needed to release. And she's here to help me. I slowly leaned closer to her, placing my hands on her panties, taking a tight grip around them.

*(Y/n)'s POV*

I sighed, feeling slightly cold. I rubbed my cheek and yawned, stretching my arm out to find my cover. I sighed as I felt nothing - or so I thought.
As I felt something move down by my panties, my eyes shot open. I shrieked with fear, yanking back up against my bed.

My eyes were wide, and they landed on the man who looked like a cop.
-"Hey, relax. I'm here to take care of you," the man said with a calm voice, slowly stepping closer to me. I pushed my (h/c) hair behind my shoulders, my eyes looking doubtfully at him.

-"W-What do you want? What are you doing in my house?" I snapped, disgust all in my voice. The man's soft expression went stern, and he suddenly didn't seem so friendly.
-"I am here to protect you, (Y/n). I'm working for a SWAT team... I'm Kurtis Stryker. I can and will keep you safe. You just have to give yourself to me," Stryker said, reaching his hands towards me. I shook my head while shaking, uncertain of what to do. Why was a cop in my house? Why had he been trying to remove my panties?