Mutual obsession 🔞 (ONE SHOT)
What happens when your cuntboy bestfriend is too obsessed with you and find out that you are also unhealthily obsessed with him?
Yandere Top!male reader, yandere cuntboy, SMUT, nsfw, stalk-ish? yandere x yandere, multiple rounds and positions of sex.
The evening sun dipped low, casting a warm glow through the windows of your house as your bestfriend, Ben, and you lounged on the couch. He'd been extra clingy today, insisting you to open his water bottle even though it twisted with a flick of his wrist, and whining until you gave him that piggyback ride from school to your house. His light bag? Yeah, you carried that too, just to feel his arms wrap around your neck, his soft body pressing against your back. You didn't mind—hell, You loved it. fucking too love it! Ben was your obsession, your childhood crush, and the way he flushed and squirmed when you got too close 'innocently' made your cock twitch every time.
But tonight, something shifted. You'd been chatting with the neighbor girl outside, nothing serious, just polite talk. Ben had watched from the porch, his cute face twisting into a pout. Now, inside, he confronted you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his voice a mix of whine and accusation. "Why were you talking to her?" He whined, his voice pitching higher with each word. "You know she's always flirting with you. And you just... let her!" His cheeks burned red, eyes glistening like he might cry, looking up at you through those long lashes. At barely chest-height to you, he was the picture of vulnerable temptation. God, he was adorable like this, all pouty and possessive.
You leaned against the kitchen counter, pretending to be oblivious, though your heart raced at how close he was to breaking. His huge breasts heaved with every frustrated breath, straining against his tight shirt, and you could already imagine the way his plump ass would jiggle if you bent him over right there, god, it was breaking you. The way his lips trembled, the subtle jiggle of his heavy breasts under his shirt as he huffed—it was too much. But you held back, smirking down at him. "Come on, Benny. It's not a big deal. She's just a neighbor." He stomped his foot lightly, his eyes glistening like he might cry. That did it—the vulnerability in his gaze, the way his body leaned toward me instinctively, begging for attention without words. You couldn't pretend anymore. While he rambled on about you getting too close to girls, you grabbed his slender wrist, firm but not bruising, and pulled him toward your bedroom. He stumbled after you, surprise flickering in his eyes. "W-what's going on? W-wait, what are you—?" he started to ask, but you didn't let him finish.
The door clicked shut behind you, you spun him around and pinned him against the wall, your larger frame caging his smaller one. His breath hitched, eyes wide as saucers, but before he could protest, Your mouth crashed onto his in a fierce, passionate kiss, your tongue pushing past his soft lips to claim his mouth, tasting the sweetness of his surprise, devouring those soft lips you'd fantasized about for years. He froze for a split second, wide-eyed, then melted into you, kissing back with desperate eagerness, his tongue shyly tangling with yours. His hands clutched your shirt, pulling you closer as you ground your hips against his, pressing flush to yours, those massive breasts squishing against your chest, and you could feel the heat radiating from his core, feeling the heat from his plump cunt through your clothes.
Your hands roamed under his shirt, worshipping his soft, fuckable body, fingers tracing the smooth skin of his sides before cupping his heavy, huge milky breasts, thumbs circling the hardening nipples until milk beaded at the tips, overflowing your palms, soft and full, nipples already hardening into peaks as you squeezed. He gasped into your mouth, arching as you squeezed and kneaded the full mounds, pinching the sensitive peaks. "O-Oh… ah!" Ben whimpered, his body trembling, his hips bucking forward instinctively. You broke away just enough to yank his shirt up and over his chest, exposing those glorious breasts—pale skin stretched taut over their weight, veins faintly visible beneath, begging to be sucked. "Fuck, Ben," you growled, dipping your head to latch onto one nipple, sucking hard while your hand kneaded the other. Milk leaked from the tip, warm and sweet on your tongue as you bit down gently, making him arch off the wall with a cry. You slid your free hand lower, dipping into his pants to find his plump, juicy cunt already soaked, lips swollen and slick. Your fingers parted the folds, rubbing his clit in firm circles while two digits plunged into his tight heat. Ben's legs shook, his small hands fisting your hair as he moaned loudly. "Ah—oh god, please..."
He came fast the first time, walls clenching around your fingers as he cried out, juices gushing over your hand. But you didn't stop—pumping harder, curling to hit that spot inside him while your mouth latched onto his neck, sucking marks into the pale skin. Your thumb pressing his clit until he shattered again, body trembling as he squirted onto the floor. Pulling your fingers free, you licked them clean while staring into his dazed eyes. "You think I don't know what you've been up to, Benny?" You murmured against his ear, voice rough with lust. "How you sneak into my room and sniff my used clothes? Burying your face in my dirty shirts, inhaling my scent while you touch yourself."
His face flushed crimson, like a ripe tomato, eyes widening in shock. "H-how…how do you know?" he stammered, voice barely a whisper, even as his hips bucked against your hand, his body betrayed him, nipples pebbling harder under your gaze. chasing another orgasm.
You chuckled darkly and stripped him slowly, peeling off his shirt to expose those massive breasts, milk leaking in thin streams down his chest. Your pants hit the floor next, cock springing free, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip. You lifted him effortlessly, carrying him to the bed and laying him down, His big, round ass jiggled as he landed on his back, legs spreading wide to reveal that virgin pussy, pink and dripping. "How? About how you rub that needy cunt against my pillow while you finger that tight little cunt to pictures of me? Spreading your legs wide, so close to letting my image claim your pussy." You positioned yourself between his thighs, rubbing your cockhead along his dripping slit.
Ben's breath hitched, his big round ass jiggling as he squirmed. "You… you saw the photos? The ones I sent by... accident?" His voice was a shy whisper, but his eyes burned with need.
"Yeah, baby. The naked ones you 'accidentally' sent—your tits out, pussy spread wide, and never deleted from the chat. I jerked off to them every night." With that, you thrust into his virgin pussy, stretching the plump walls inch by inch. He was so tight, so wet, gripping you like a vice as you bottomed out, balls slapping against his ass. Ben's back bowed, a scream tearing from his throat as you continue thrusting in, his walls fluttering around you. He moaned your name loudly—too loud it echoed off the walls—"Ah! Yes, fuck me!'—so you clamped your larger hand over his mouth, muffling the cries. Your other hand gripped his breast roughly, pinching and twisting the nipple until milk sprayed out, coating his chest. You pounded into him relentlessly, feeling his pussy milk your shaft with every thrust, his ass cheeks slapping against your thighs.
You fucked him deep and steady at first, hips snapping to claim every bit of his virginity. "I've been stalking you for too long, Ben. Watching you from the shadows, knowing every dirty secret." You confessed, starting a brutal rhythm, hips slamming forward to bury your cock balls-deep. "For years. You're mine, Ben. Always have been." His eyes rolled back, muffled moans vibrating against your palm as he came again, pussy spasming around your cock, milking you dry. But you held back, flipping him onto his hands and knees for the next round. You gripped his jiggling ass cheeks, spreading them to watch your cock plunge into his cunt, the lips gripping obscenely. smacking that jiggling ass until it reddened. "Tell me, Ben. How long have you wanted this? Wanted me to claim that virgin hole?"
Ben gasped when you let him speak, 'I've wanted this forever,' voice breaking and pushing back onto your cock to meet your thrusts. "Yearning to get fucked by you, dreamed of you fucking me, breeding me… to have you claim my virginity. Please, don't stop—your cock feels so good stretching my pussy!" He bubbled like a slut, words spilling out between moans. "I love how you fuck me— so deep, so rough! Suck my breasts, bite them… yes, like that!"
You obliged, pulling him up against your chest, one hand mauling a breast while your mouth latched onto the other, sucking hard on the nipple, teeth grazing the areola as milk flooded your tongue. He came twice more in that position, body shaking, but you weren't done. You laid him on his back, legs over your shoulders, pounding into his pussy until it was red and swollen. Then you pulled out, slick with his cream, and pressed against his tight ass, easing in slowly. "Gonna fuck this hole too," You growled, and he nodded frantically, begging for it. You lubed up with his own juices before pushing into that tight ring, making him wail into the pillow as you reamed him deep.
Round after round, you took him—missionary with his legs over your shoulders, reverse cowgirl where he bounced on my cock, his breasts slapping against his chest; doggy with your hand fisting his hair; sideways while sucking bruises into his neck, even standing with him impaled on you against the headboard. Each time, he admitted more: how he'd fantasized about you breeding him, how his obsession matched yours. How he threaten those girls who dared to talk to you. His body shook violently, pussy and ass clenched around you, cumming endlessly, juices soaking the sheets. milk leaking from his tits as you bit and sucked them raw, just how he liked. "Ah-hah! I love how you fuck me," he babbled, voice hoarse and slutty, like a bitch in heat. "S-Suck my breasts harder—bite them! Fill me up, make me yours! Hnghhh!!!"
Finally, after he'd climaxed so many times his voice was hoarse, Ben was a wrecked mess, legs trembling, but his eyes burned with hunger, he still craved more. "Please… let me worship you," he begged, sliding down your body. His massive breasts enveloped your cock, the soft, milky flesh squeezing as he tit-fucked you, squeezing them together, sliding up and down your length, tongue flicking out to lap at the tip each time it emerged on every upstroke. He sucked the head into his warm mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed, slurping greedily while his hands pumped the shaft. "Cum in my mouth… over my chest. Mark me!" he begged around your shaft, voice muffled and desperate.
You couldn't hold back—thrusting between his breasts, then deep into his throat as ropes of hot cum erupted, painting his tongue and filling his mouth until it overflowed, dripping down to coat his heaving tits. He swallowed what he could, licking his lips with a satisfied moan.
Exhausted, we collapsed, his small frame curling into your arms, head on your chest. As sleep claimed you both, you dreamed of fucking him every day—waking him with your cock buried in his cunt, bending him over the kitchen counter, claiming him in every room until he was yours completely. He also dreamed of getting rid of those girls who dare to talk to you, seducing you until you can't pretend anymore and claim him as yours. You held him close in your sleep, knowing this was just the beginning.
