Yandere!Brother’s Best Friend
Male Yandere x Fem!Reader ||
Your brothers best friend has been in love with you ever since you were kids. Silently pining for you and convinced you were creating coincidental run ins for years. What will happen when his car runs out of gas driving you back to campus and you two are stuck all alone?
Yandere!Brother’s Best Friend walks in to your home like it was his. It basically was given he’s been coming around since elementary school for sleepovers. He knows every inch and corner of this place like the back of his hand.
Some might call him an expert on everything to go with your family. But he’d argue he’s an expert on the only thing that matters. You. His best friend’s little sister.
Way back then he was what you’d look at as the trouble kid. Meanwhile your brother was the shiny teachers pet. So naturally their teacher pushed the two together. Thinking your brother might be a good influence or something.
Originally he didn’t plan on sticking around for long. He’d humor the teacher and play along with your parents but it didn’t mean anything. A way to waste time. But then he came over and you offered to share some of your fruit with him.
He’s kinda been gone for you ever since.
“What’re you still going here, freak? Waiting to see me?” He asks you cheekily as he passes you by on the couch from his way in. Reaching down he playfully ruffles your hair and laughs as you try to swat at him.
Just like every week you two go through the same motions. Every time he comes over to see your brother you’re always on the couch. Despite spending most of your time in your room he always finds you here when coming over at the same time every week.
Almost as if you’re waiting for him. At least that’s what he tells himself. Nothing else would make sense based off your college schedule that he’s now since memorized. Even with college courses and work you still somehow make time for him. You must feel the same way.
“You wish! I’m just waiting for my ride to take me back to campus, then I’ll be out of your hair,” you tease back ironically. But your response has his heart dropping into his stomach.
He just got here, you can’t go now. It’s been days since he last raw you, his own work schedule keeping him from dropping everything and following you around like a lovesickfool. He had to provide for you and spoil you somehow.
Leaning over the back of the couch he peers at your profile, noting the way you tense up and purposefully avoid meeting his gaze. Like you’re waiting for him to do something about it. Hoping he gives the reaction you might be craving.
“That’s such a waste when I’m already here. Call ‘em and cancel. I’ll drive you back,” he offers casually while on the inside he’s nearly buzzing out of his skin.
You resist the urge to look over and meet his eye, knowing his face would be way too close to yours if you did. Making it harder to resist him. The idea of him taking you home instead is an intriguing offer. One you can’t help but want to accept despite everything in your head telling you otherwise.
Peaking up at him through your lashes he looks as infuriatingly perfect as always. What you’re unable to see is the excitement coursing through his veins or the thrill of success thrumming in his chest. So you try to appear as nonchalant as he seems to be.
“Alright, fine, if you’re gonna be so pushy about it,” you respond like you couldn’t care if he does or doesn’t drive you back.
Not wanting to look too eager you force yourself to wait a few minutes before cancelling your ride. Because you’re not, obviously. You couldn’t care less.
And that decision somehow leads to you being stuck on the side of the roar at night after Yan!BBF ran out of gas halfway through the ride. Now you’re holding a flashlight from your dying phone onto his trunk as he rummages around trying to look for the can of gas he swore he kept in his car.
“We’re gonna have to call a service, I don’t have any gas in here and I don’t think there’s a station around for miles,” he explains, flashing you a sheepish smile from over his shoulder.
“I never would’ve been in this situation if I just went with my original ride,” you complain through a long groan as you turn your back to him. A shiver runs through your body as you fight the chill in the air, rubbing your arms to try and warm yourself.
Seriously, there’s no way you can even look at him right now. Yet from the corner of your eye you see him snap back up to full height and look over at your words.
“Sure, sure… would’ve been a lot less fun though,” he muses, his voice getting closer till it’s right against your ear. His words trying not to sound panicked at the thought of you preferring someone else.
“What the hell is fun about this?” You grumble, a pout playing on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his presence you subtly lean back into him.
In the blink of an eye Yan!BBF has you in the back seat, back arched, and rising his dick like your life depends on it. His girth plows through your slick velvety walls, molding your hole to the shape of him.
The wet slapping of bodies echos throughout the car and your panting breaths fog up the windows, giving you both a weak sense of privacy and an obvious explanation over what’s happening inside.
“How you likin’ THIS ride, babygirl?” He breathes out heavily, nails digging into your thighs, marking up your skin.
Using his hold he starts picking up the pace until you scream out in response. That annoying smirk of his plays on his lips.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
The ecstasy is blinding as you guides you up and down his big dick, the force causing the car to rock with his thrusts. Every time he bottoms out inside you, you can feel his angry throbbing tip kiss at your cervix, pushing the barriers of your sex and stretching you out further than you thought possible.
Gasps tears at your chest from one sensation rocking through your frame and the next. You can’t keep up with his hands that are worshipping your body like it’s all he’s been waiting for.
Or his mouth as he sucks dark purple bruises along your throat and chest. Making sure that any college boy can see you’re clearly taken.
“Try and talk now, honey. There ain’t nothin’ to complain about here,” he growls against your throat.
Broken babbles jumble out of your mouth as you try to fight and talk back but nothing sensible comes out. A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth as he actually starts mocking you. Mirroring your hopeless attempts at managing words through your noises of pleasure.
You immediately whine, tears pricking at your eyes. You wish you could hit him where it hurts by sliding right off his lap and denying him going any further. But the idea of stopping right now may break you completely.
So you do all you can and clamp down hard, rhythmically moving in time with when you go up and down his length. His choked moan and the way his smile drops brings you a sense of great satisfaction.
“That’s right, keep milking me nice and good. I can take it,” he grits out even as his balls tighten with the need to cum. He’ll hold off for as long as he has to.
Reaching between your bodies he delivers the most cruel and glorious form of payback as he finds your clit and flicks the sensitive bean over and over in time with his thrusts. Your body lurches forward into his chest.
Dammit. You wanted to torture him a little longer but the brutal slapping of his hips against yours and the way he works your clit sends you crashing over the edge. You scream his name as you clench around him, your body shaking with the force of your release.
He follows right after you, burying himself to the hilt and finally letting go. Marking you full with his cum until it creates a thick white ring around where your bodies are joined.
From that night on it becomes routine for Yan!BFF to drive you the decent distance between school and your family home. Just as it became routine to stop halfway through to… fill up… on gas.
So that no accident like that first night ever happens again. And totally not so that he can pound your pussy into oblivion for hours on end, get his weekly fix of you, and mark you up enough so that everyone knows you’re fully claimed.
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