That's not How I Planned! 🔞 (ONE SHOT)
What happens when your cuntboy friend want to ruin you guys' friendships and be your lover instead so you pretend losing memory? (Yap, the lyric from that one song)
Top!male reader, yandere cuntboy, SMUT, nsfw, breasts on male, reader faking amnesia, sexsomnia, obsessive cuntboy.
The obsession's been building for months, ever since you all hit eighteen and Erin's body bloomed into this impossible female form—tits that lactate under stress, a cunt that gets slick and swollen around you, ass that wobbles like it's made for pounding. Avery's no better, her soft touches turning bolder, but you play the clown, the protective big brother who jokes it off. Erin's scent follows you everywhere now, that musky pussy smell intensifying when he's near, making your dick leak like a faucet. You catch him grinding against your leg during movie nights, his juicy ass cheeks spreading over your thigh, or 'accidentally' brushing his hard nipples against your back. Avery whispers sweet nothings, her hand lingering on your crotch during hugs, but Erin's jealousy boils over—glares, huffs, that scent turning sour and thick, like he's about to cum just from watching her touch you.
You can't take it anymore. The tension's twisting you up, your balls heavy with unspent need, cock raw from jerking off to thoughts you shouldn't have. Best friends—that's all they can be. So you plan it out, heart racing as you hop on your bike that afternoon, the wind whipping past. You spot the old oak tree up ahead on the empty road, trunk thick and unyielding. With a deep breath, you swerve right into it, bracing just enough to walk away with scrapes and a fake concussion. The crash echoes, bike crumpling, but you're fine—adrenaline surging, cock even half-hard from the thrill. Sirens wail soon after, and you're carted to the hospital, playing dazed and confused.
In the sterile room, white lights buzzing overhead, you grab the doctor's sleeve before he leaves. "Please," you beg, voice rough, "tell my friends I lost everything—my memory. All of it. Make them believe it. I promise that won't cause you problems" He nods, puzzled but compliant, and minutes later, the door bursts open. Avery rushes in first, her soft body collapsing against the bed, tears streaming down her face as she clutches your hand. "Oh god, you don't remember me? Us?" she sobs, her chest heaving with each gasp, pressing into your arm like she's desperate to remind you of her touch. Erin stands frozen in the doorway, his huge milky breasts rising and falling fast, face pale with shock. His plump ass shifts as he steps forward, that musky scent flooding the room already, thick and needy. "This isn't funny," he whispers, eyes wide, but you stare blankly, heart hammering, wondering if this lie will push them away—or pull them closer, their obsessions igniting into something you can't control.
The days blur into weeks in the hospital bed, your body healing from the fake crash while you play the part of the amnesiac fool, eyes vacant as Erin and Avery hover like vultures over fresh meat. Erin's musky scent clings to the room, thick and desperate, his huge milky tits straining his shirt every time he leans over you, whispering stories of your shared past—movie nights where he'd grind his plump ass on your lap, hikes where his juicy cunt leaked through his shorts just from your laugh. Avery's there too, her soft hands stroking your arm, cooing about simpler times, her average tits brushing your chest as she 'helps' with meals. But you see the cracks: Erin's glares when Avery lingers too long, her subtle twists on memories to make herself the star, planting seeds like, "You always said I was the one who got you," while Erin's jealousy boils, his scent turning sour, pungent with rage.
You watch it all, cock twitching under the sheets at their obsession, but you stay blank, letting the war simmer. Erin drags you to old spots once you're 'well enough'—the park bench where he first pressed his bouncing breasts against you, the arcade where Avery flirted shyly. But every spark of 'recognition' you fake, Avery interrupts, her gentle voice laced with manipulation: "Don't push him, Erin. He needs time—with me." Erin's paranoia spikes; he shadows her, his big round ass jiggling as he paces outside your shared apartment now that you're out. Nights, you hear him muttering in the hall, convinced she's stealing you, his yandere core twisting tighter.
Then, Avery vanishes. One morning, her room's empty, no note, just Erin's calm smile over breakfast, his milky tits heaving as he serves you eggs. "She must've left without saying goodbye," he says, voice flat, but his juicy cunt's scent floods the kitchen, aroused by the victory. News hits later—suspicious disappearance, no leads—but Erin shrugs it off, pulling you closer, his plump body molding to yours on the couch, ass grinding your thigh as he 'comforts' you. Years crawl by like this: you feign confusion, letting him nurse you back, his obsession deepening into possession. He bathes you, his heavy breasts leaking milk onto your chest when he gets too worked up; he spoons you at night, his slick pussy lips parting against your back, begging without words. You pretend fragments return, but hold back the full truth, testing how far his love—dark, jealous, unyielding—will go. And it goes far: subtle threats to anyone who looks at you twice, his musky aroma marking you like territory. You decide to stop faking since you don't want things get worse than now. Erin overjoyed and hold you too tight and close that your face is burried in his massive chest, "Thanks god, you finally gain your memory back! I'm so proud of you, Y/N!"
One night, deep into the charade, you're back in the hospital for a check-up—routine, they say, but the sterile room feels like a cage. You drift into sleep, body heavy from meds, cock soft under the thin gown. Then warmth envelops you—wet, tight heat sucking your dick inch by inch. A lewd moan echoes, high and desperate: "Fuck... yes, finally...ngh! Y/N's cock... Mmh... mine..." You stir groggy, eyes cracking open to the dim light, and there he is—Erin straddling your hips, his hospital visitor's pants neglected on the floor, huge milky tits bouncing free, nipples dripping white rivulets down his chest. His plump juicy cunt grips your hardening cock like a vice, those big round ass cheeks slapping your thighs as he rides you slow at first, moaning your name like a prayer.
"Oh god, hngh... you... you're awake," Erin gasps, eyes wild with yandere hunger, but he doesn't stop—hips bucking faster, his slick walls clenching your thick shaft. You feel his hymen tear anew from the stretch, a fresh pop of resistance giving way as your cockhead spears deep, but he cums instantly, pussy spasming, hot juices squirting down your balls, soaking the sheets. "Fuck, I can't sto—ahh!" His body shudders, milky tits jiggling wildly, milk spraying in arcs as he pins your shoulders down with surprising strength, his ass slamming harder now, pounding your cock into his greedy hole.
"E-Erin, this is wrong! S-stop before things get complicated, now!" You try to sit up, mind reeling from the sudden assault, but Erin's weight holds you—desperate, possessive. "I love you," he confesses in a broken whine, voice raw as he grinds down, your dick splitting his tight pussy wide, bullying past the ruined hymen to kiss his cervix with every fierce thrust. "Always have... you're mine, only mine. No one else—Avery's gone because she tried to take you. But Hngh! God, your cock... it feels so good, stretching me, Ah! fucking my virgin womb like it owns me. Remember how I seduced you? Mmh... Ah-hngh! How I marked you with my scent? This is us—friends, lovers, everything. NghHH!" His words tumble out, jealousy fueling the ride, his juicy ass cheeks rippling with each pound, cunt slurping obscenely around your throbbing length.
Pleasure surges, your balls tightening despite the shock—fuck, his pussy's too perfect, velvet walls milking you relentlessly, that musky scent overwhelming, mixed with the sharp tang of his milk and cum. You grip the sheets, trying to hold back, not wanting to knock up your best friend, not ready to breed his plump body. "Erin—wait, pull off!" you grunt, but he laughs darkly, yandere eyes gleaming, hips pistoning faster, forcing your cock to batter his cervix. "Cum inside me... Fill me up with your seed and impregnate me! Ah!!!" The pressure builds, unstoppable—your dick swells, and you erupt, ropes of thick cum blasting straight into his womb, filling him to the brim, excess leaking out around your buried shaft.
Waves of ecstasy crash over you, vision blurring as the overload hits—too much, his grinding cunt dragging out every spurt, claiming your seed like a victory. Your body goes limp, consciousness fading into black, but Erin's still there, moaning triumphantly, his big ass bouncing relentlessly on your spent cock, whispering, "Now you'll remember... you're mine forever." The room spins away, leaving only the wet slaps and his possessive grind echoing in your ears. Where did everything go wrong?
