Male Yandere x Fem!Reader ||
Organized!Yandere gets off on how careless you, Messy!Ready are while at the same time is desperate to control you. Every time you manage to slip away into the chaos it only turns him on more. Till he realizes he can only control you when he’s fucking your brains out. And he uses it to his utmost advantage.
Organized!Yandere has never once loved someone as much as he loved you, his Messy!Reader. While he always thought he’d need someone like him to keep him sane, he’s found insanity yo be quite a refreshing feeling.
While he plans down his days to a T, even scheduling off time to fuck you, every time that he calls for you, you simply come on right over. No matter what time it’s like you drop everything for this. He just has to ask while throwing your leg over his shoulder, squeezing the flesh of your thigh, and feeding his dick right into your tight silken core without hesitation. Bottoming out with a hard wet plap.
“What were you doing before hah! coming here?”
Organized!Yandere moans wantonly, eyes rolling back as he picks up pace when you tell him you left a business meeting early. Made up some excuse and left mere minutes after ending the phone call with him. Possessive satisfaction thrums through his veins. You chose to be with him, throwing away your plans for him.
He asks what plans you have for the rest of the day, wondering if you plan to go back to work. But when you say simply say ‘nothing much’ his hips buck and he nearly paints you with his seed early. Fuck, you were so unhinged. A dark part of him ached— longed— to control you. To keep you pretty under his thumb where he could admire you and always know where you are.
His hand slips between your sweat-soaked bodies and he rubs you toward completion. Controlling your orgasm down to the very last second. When he utters a choked, ‘Cum, ffffuuckin’ cum now— mmph,’ your body listens.
You clamp down tight around his cock as if begging for him control. He’s sure of it. The thought sends him right over the edge with you, filling you up with his hot seed to the point your belly distends with the hefty amount inside of you.
Organized!Yandere tries to do just that not long after. Control you. Plan a daily schedule for you to follow without exception. Still somehow you’re nowhere to be found the first time he tries to check in on you. No matter what tactic he puts in place to control you, you always find your way out of it. Ending up at the most random places he never would’ve thought to look.
The more he tries to control you the more you end up slipping away from him. Disappearing like a magician performing their greatest trick. Of course you’re just going about your day as normal.
Deciding nah, you don’t wanna workout that day, or maybe you’ll take this meeting next week instead, that you’re feeling more Italian than BBQ for lunch, maybe a new movie caught your eye on the way home from work so you go there before heading home.
Totally casual and normal things to you but to him it was a nightmare.
Organized!Yandere has to track you down, he has to, whenever you go tragically missing (are out of reach for more than twenty minutes). Eventually he ends up losing complete control over not only your schedule but his own too. Making his already spiraling mind tumble down into actual insanity. While he appears to hate it, every rational thought left in my mind supporting that fact, in actuality he loves it. Craves it!
Because all of that frustration and twisted lust funnels straight back into you. Each time he calls on you and you come right away. He can fuck out his emotions into your willing body for as long as he desires. It’s the only time he has any real control over you and that is the hottest damn thing anyone’s ever done for him.
The next time Organized!Yandere manages to get you in his clutches he fucks you till you’re nothing but a slobbering babbling mess, too fucked out to form a proper coherent thought.
Your eyes probably permanently crossed as he pounds away at your sloppy cunt, refusing to let you cum. Not yet, not yet. But you were so messy already, new waves of your slick gushing out of you every time he mashes his engorged cockhead into your spongy cervix.
Whenever the pressure rises in your belly he feels the fluttering of your walls, how close you are, and slows down till it ebbs away. Leaving you a begging sobbing mess with every denial. By now he can’t make out any of the begging no matter how much you keep going.
“What, Bunny, you wanna cum?” He asks you, his voice the picture perfect example of mocking sympathy. You garble and whine over a few choked moans and he raises a brow, leaning in closer as if he’s actually trying but it’s only fault of your own that he can’t understand. “Hmm? Said that again, I couldn’t quite hear you.”
Another harsh round of hiccups wracked through your chest as you cry, opting out to just nod along desperately. Talking was no use.
A faint smirk pulls at his lips and he presses his body close to yours, faces mere inches apart. Denying you even now as you ache to kiss him. His lips brush against your own as he says, “Then cum for me.”
For once you listen instantly, coming with a strangled cry. Your body warps and hopelessly you try to meet his controlled thrusts. He works you through your orgasm, sliding into your battered fuck hole over and over. Talking you through it too, demanding you keep coming for him.
Organized!Yandere keeps going and the realization dawns on your mushy mind that he intends to keep going. Moving from one round right into the next. He hasn’t even cum yet and by the look on his face he doesn’t plan to for a long time. Not when he can ruin you first.
Weakly you whine and try to squirm away. The constant sensation already too much. You don’t know how much more you can take. His laughter makes something in your chest twist before he grabs your hips and slams you back down his length.
“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Where d’you think you’re gnngh! g-going? I’ve got the whole day scheduled off so I can play with you, baby.”
His hands slide up and down your sides, soothing out the tremors as his hips snap forward, burying himself within you so hard it sends you sliding up the bed a little. Your screams of pleasure pierce the air and you know you won’t be sneaking off any time soon.
By the end of this you’re not even sure you’ll be able to walk for the foreseeable future. Keeping you right in place where he wants, where he can see you, where he can check in on you at any time and know you’d still be there.
Organized!Yandere leans down and nuzzles into your neck, peppering kisses along your feverish skin. Worshipping you as he always does when he can slow down and get a real good look at you.
“I have so much planned for you… you’ll see.”
