Male Yandere x Fem!Reader||
Yan!Drummer x fem!readerâ teasing, public sex, possessiveness, fingering, grinding, dry humping, clitoral stimulation, dirty talk, fucked out, light choking, squirting
The stage is lit up and the music is vibrating through the walls and the floors. Powerful energy moves through the room was the crowd dances and sings along to the Band on stage. Everyoneâs having a good time.
But no one is having a better time than Yandere!Drummer.
Like usual he has you sat all pretty on his lap. You were his good luck charm for a successful show. Said that heâs most comfortable with you on his lap but really he didnât want you out of his sight for a second. He was always fine drumming with only one hand, he was fast enough, and skilled enough.
Plus with you on his lap he can both show everyone in the audience that both him and yourself are taken and also mercilessly tease you whenever he wanted. And right now youâre looking so beautiful sitting on his thigh, singing along with lyrics he co-wrote, and squirming so subtly he almost couldnât tell beneath the bass.
But he felt the shift on his thigh and couldnât resist the urge to start bouncing his leg to the beat of the pulsing music.
Shifting his foot to use the pedal to send his thigh flying against your warm cunt. He watches the way your mouth snaps shut and he can imagine the whimper you let out in response, trying not to make it obvious.
Itâs a useless attempt though. As a drummer he can multitask with the best of them and has no trouble watching your every move as he plays. Taking things a step further he moves his hand that was wrapped around your waist and slides it along your inner thigh, feeling the way the skin trembles at his touch.
When he meets the apex of your thighs his eyes light up. Youâre not wearing panties. What a surprise youâve given him. How sweet. His fingers immediately spread open your sopping folds, dragging up and down your slit in a slow torturous movement. He relishes in the way you arch into him so readily.
âWhat a naughty one you are. What if someone in the audience sees whatâs meant to be mine?â He leans in, purring in your ear.
Jerking up his thigh again he sends to sliding down against his hard chest while his fingers dip down to your fluttering entrance.
âOr do you just want me to claim you right here for everybody to see?â
With a sharp gasp you look over your shoulder, staring at him with wide eyes. But his smirk merely widens.
âB-baby, waitâŚâ he hears you faintly whisper.
You can feel the warm air of the blinding lights against your sensitive folds. You try and convince yourself his drums will block anyoneâs view but you really canât be sure.
âWhatâs there to wait for? A break between songs so everyone can hear how you moan for me?â
Your brows furrow as his hand slips away from your cunt to return to your waist. Digging in damp slippery fingers into your skin as he starts guiding you back and forth on his thigh. Smearing your sloppy pussy along the rough texture of his jeans to give you the friction you need.
It takes all his strength not to pull out his cock and bend you over the closest amp. Fuck the set, the fans, and the record labels here to see them play. Youâre all that matters right now. His eyes flicker down to his thigh, watching the way your wetness stains and marks up his pants. Watch those fan girls fawn over him now when heâll already reek of your scent.
âLook at my sloppy girl, claiming me so good. So possessive, thatâs usually my thing,â he growls in your ear, nipping at your throat till you shudder against his thigh. âWhoâs making you this wet? Is it the audience, have they stolen my girl?â
You want to answer him. You want to cry out his name and prove you can be a good mate. But the lights are so bright and the pleasure bursting through your core is too tense. Creating a blissful fucked out expression all over your face.
Your mind is useless. All you can do is feel every drag of your clit against his thigh and the beautiful friction he was giving you, moving faster as the tempo of the song picks up.
What comes out instead is a fumbling mess of fractured words. None of it understandable or even close to a sentence. Yandere!Drummer laughs and his hand jumps up to wrap each digit around your throat.
You cry out, tears pricking at your eyes as you try to start grinding on him yourself. Gently he leans your head onto his shoulder to stare up at him through your fluttering lashes.
âSay that again fâme, honey. Couldnât quite catch it over the concert.â
A sob wracks through your chest, too many sensations taking over you. Itâs too much and not enough all at the same time. Driving you absolutely crazy.
Then he starts bouncing his leg again, giving you a little more friction as if you arenât already losing your mind. All while still perfectly keeping beat for the band.
âN-not the audience!â You cry out. His eyes simmer with a twisted darkness, his smirk turning devious like heâs about to trap you as his forever and thereâs nothing that can save you now.
âThen who is all this for?â He rumbles dangerously, his cock twitching and leaking with pre as he waits for the answer heâs been craving.
âYou, you, only you!â You scream as the lead singer lets out a powerful belt. Hiding your exclamation under the music.
âThatâs right, sweetheart. Only me. Itâll only ever be me,â he snarls as he starts bouncing his leg even faster.
Your hands fly to his knee, trying to find something or anything to ground you as you roll and buck your hips against his thigh. Letting you take him higher and closer to that peak.
The audience is all forgotten in this moment. You donât even care what you look like or if itâs painfully obvious what your mate is doing to you right now.
Youâre too busy riding his thigh like a feral monster in heat or something. Soaking his thigh with your essence like youâre getting ready to take his cock. Knowing as soon as the sets done that you will be.
âYou always know just what to say. Yâspoil me, baby. Only right I spoil you too,â he coos in a brief moment of sweetness.
For a second you canât even process his words. But then his clawed hand peels off your throat, making you release how much he was constricting your breath and intensifying your pleasure.
You almost whine at the loss. Until his fingers return to your puffy swollen clit, rapidly flicking it back and forth in that exact way you like.
Your head jerks off his shoulder at the sensation that blasts right through you, making that knot in your belly begin to tighten. When your eyes instantly meet the crowds.
Though itâs hard to see through the lights you can finally feel a handful of eyes on you. The realization sends a heat to bloom up your neck and across your face.
âDonât look at them,â Yandere!Drummer snaps, a fierce clawing jealousy spiking low in his gut too. âJust pay attention to what Iâm doing to ya. Forget about all them.â
He starts syncing up his movements, fingers and thigh working in tandem to bring you as much ecstasy as possible. Your head spins, growing dizzy as you didnât even think feeling more than you were is possible. But somehow heâs doing it. Heâs really doing it, forcing every thought you have back to him.
Every jolt of friction he gives you has you melting against his lap. The heavy rocking bringing his twitching rock hard bulge to nudge against your core in a cruel promise of whatâs to come. Then he leans down, his fangs teasing at your throat before sinking in with a crunch you feel in your very core.
Faintly you can still feel eyes on you. Itll be painfully obvious whatâs going on right now. The sight of him marking you is only proof of whatâs going on behind the drums. Yet for some reason itâs thatâs thought that has your climax finally slamming into your frame and rocking you.
Tossing your head back you let it all go, squirting your release all over his drums just in time for Yandere!Drummers epic drum solo. Itâs everywhere, so damn messy in a way that he loves.
In fact, he wants more and proves that he works you through your release. The pressure on your clit only increasing. Forcing shot after shot of your cum to shoot out of you like a stream, creating a rather sick sound for his drum solo.
And while the whole crowd screams and cheers for him as the solo goes on and on, however long you cum is how long heâll keep it going. His eyes never waver off of your face, not wanting to miss a second of such a sight. Because you were better and more important than anything fame or fans could give him.
