Losing virginities with youāre pathetic little Yandere
Heās been texting you nonstop for days, heart emojis and āI canāt stop thinking about youā messages. When you finally tell him you want this, his voice cracks over the phone. He shows up at your place with flushed cheeks, hands slightly shaking as he holds a small bag of snacks and drinks ājust in case you get hungry after.ā The second the door closes he pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck and whispering āIāve wanted this for so longā¦ I still canāt believe you chose me.ā
Youāre both on the bed, fully clothed at first. He keeps staring at you like youāre unreal, hands hesitant to touch anywhere too intimate. Every time you guide his hand under your shirt he lets out a shaky breath and mutters āYouāre so beautifulā¦ thank you (y/n).ā His crush is so obvious heās almost trembling with reverence.
When you finally take his shirt off heās blushing hard, but the moment his hands slide up your thighs he looks drunk on you. He kisses every inch he exposes like heās worshiping slow, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, whispering āI love youā between each one. When he reaches your panties he hesitates, not because he doesnāt want to but because he wants to make sure heās being a good boy and not crossing a line, eyes flicking up for permission, and once you nod he presses his face against you like heās been starving for your scent.
You explore each other clumsily but eagerly. You get to be the predator, he is gladly the pray. He gets overwhelmed when you touch him, so excited and anxious that youāre finally claiming him, hoping heās good enough for your taste. hips jerking, soft desperate sounds spilling out. āWait- ughn slow, pleaseā¦ Iām gonna-ā He has to stop you a couple times because heās too worked up. Every moan you make makes him more obsessed; he keeps saying āThat soundā¦ fuck, do it again.ā
Missionary so you can see each other. Heās propped on his elbows, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. When he first pushes in he freezes, eyes wide, letting out a broken āOh my godā¦ā because it feels better than he ever imagined. He keeps stopping to kiss you deeply, whispering āYouāre mine nowā¦ right? Tell me youāre mineā in that needy, lovesick voice.
His pace is messy and uneven, he thrusts too fast at first from pure excitement, hips rutting against you, you can feel his tip catching on your entrance every time he pulls out. then slows when you gasp, apologizing and nuzzling your neck. You wrap your legs around him and he loses it, burying himself deeper and groaning your name like a prayer. His hands grip you like heās afraid youāll disappear.
When heās close he gets even more intense: āI love you, I love you so much- I-i canāt hold itāā He comes hard, shaking, pressing as deep as he can while repeating your name. The look on his face is pure bliss mixed with overwhelming emotion.
If youāre on top Heās lying back looking up at you like youāre a goddess. His hands roam everywhere, squeezing your hips, cupping your breasts, eyes locked on your face the whole time. Every time you sink down he whimpers and tells you how perfect you feel, how heās never going to want anyone else. He comes while staring straight into your eyes, completely undone.
Dim lights, lots of eye contact. He takes forever with foreplay, learning exactly what makes you moan. Learning what makes him moan. When penetration happens itās gradual lots of āIs this okay?ā and āYou feel incredible.ā āI love you so much- oH my god, mmmhp.ā He lasts longer than expected because he keeps pausing to kiss you and ground himself.
Heās even more obsessed after the first time. This round is needier. heās less nervous, more possessive, sucking marks into your neck while muttering āNo one else gets to have you like this.ā
He doesnāt pull out immediately. Just stays inside you, arms wrapped tight, face hidden in your neck while he catches his breath and whispers āIām never letting you go nowā¦ youāre stuck with me.ā His hands keep stroking your skin like he canāt stop touching you.
Post-sex cuddling is intense. He pulls you against his chest, legs tangled, playing with your hair. āThat was the best moment of my life. I love you even more nowā¦ does that scare you?ā Heās soft and vulnerable but the clinginess is already ramping up, he will probably burst open and spew things you probably should tell someone, offering to get you water, food, anything so you donāt leave the bed. Or him.
Next morning he wakes up first pressing his body against you, trying not to get worked up all over again and just watches you sleep with the biggest heart-eyes. He hopes this means you actually want him. When you wake up heās already kissing your shoulder, ready for more, whispering how heās been in love with you for ages and this just proved you two are meant to be.
He thinks this is the beginning of all his fantasies.
Heās going to be even more glued to you afterward, constant texts, wanting to spend every night together, calling you his girlfriend in his head whether youāve said it or not. If you thought he was bad enough before imagine how a dog is once you throw him a bone.
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