thinking about letting him get on top, but he’s such a whiny and sensitive top he almost cums trying to set a consistent pace
DEVOTION. pt. 6 (last part)
pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × reader
content: mentions of nipple play, p in v, whiny yandere lol.
note: so sorry for taking so longgg.. :( i hope you’re not mad at me, anon. 🫠i’ve been busy with stuff so i couldn’t finish this wip-- but hey, i finally finished it!!! ^__^ if you’re seeing this, just know i really am sorri!!! anyway, this will be the last part of this series. i think i have made enough content for it. i will now be focusing on making content for kinktober, hehehe.. requests are open. i’ll upload a post about it. :P NOT PROOFREAD!!!!
two days had passed ever since the punishment that you had given your yandere.
the day before today, you were pretty bored, so you went to a bar, completely losing yourself in the process. you tried to get him off your mind. tried to get the guilt off your soul. you felt bad for letting yourself go and treating him a little trashy. so, in order to get you off your thoughts, you went to a place where you thought you won’t ever step foot into.
when you woke up, you were surprisingly fine, even after all the craziness you had done last night.
you felt productive so when you were finally full on awake, you occupied yourself with tasks. you swept the floor, washed the dishes, and changed the sofa cover in which you also slept in. you didn’t sleep in the bed along with him last night since there were still fire burning inside you.
prideful.
firm.
you were also too intoxicated to even make it to the room anyway.
you were trying your best to ignore your partner since you were still mad at him, as mentioned-- or maybe you were trying dismiss the guilt for leaving him alone? not giving him aftercare? you weren’t exactly sure how to feel, thus you dismissed any possible feeling.
but to balance out your lingering coldness, he presented himself as a heat that set you ablaze.
he acted like a vermin.
small and terrible, which you thought.
he was trying to make it up to you in order to have his apology accepted. when you swept the floor, he was there, holding another mop. he was gleaming as he held it, blabbering about how “teamwork makes the dreamwork” or some shit like that. you didn’t pay him no mind. in fact, you turned your back on him.
when you were washing the dishes, he followed you. he grabbed the plates and placed them in the dishwasher, again just to yap about how “the washer will make things faster and you wouldn’t have to tire out yourself out”. even when you changed the covers, he was there. the boy handed you another color of fabric and said that “it would suit the living room better”.
after his continuous attempts of helping you, the fire inside you finally bursts.
you snapped.
your eyes were low but somehow still piercing to look at, along with a face that had formed into a not-so-obvious frown. before he could react, you grabbed him by the waist, pulled his body close to you and tackled him into an aggressive kiss.
“will that make you like-- shut the fuck up now? this is like the second time i’ve said it to you. aren’t you tired of being told to do so?”
“nope! i’ll stop when you forgive me.”
he states, grinning goofily as he stared at you. you could only sigh at his firmness. after an airy puff released your mouth, you grabbed him by his arm, tightly gripping it that you could literally feel his brachial muscles. he didn’t fight back, only whimpering at the sudden grip on his arm. you dragged him towards the living room with your hand still on his arm.
you pushed him on the sofa which resulted in him messing up the new covers. he mouthed a sorry before moving his hand to try and fix the messy sheets. you didn’t bother paying attention to his actions, completely ignoring what he was doing. as he was straightening out the fabric, you caught him off guard as you pounced on him. you had placed yourself on his lap, legs apart whilst they move to wrap his lower back. you placed both of your arms on the back of his neck, leaning in to whisper the words that left him stunned.
“i’ve been holding back, even when you misbehaved. i couldn’t keep pretending that i am not in need of you..”
he gulped. loud and clear. everything went silent-- and it felt like it was just the two of you in the world. he shakily placed his hands on the sides of your waist, waiting for you to do something.
“i need you too.. i won’t ever disobey again. i promise.”
he broke the silence.
you didn’t respond.
you were too distracted by his collarbone. you had removed your other hand just to start tracing his collarbone as if you’re narrowing down a map. as you dragged one of your fingers, you shifted it down, aiming for his nipple. he jolted at the sudden touch, closing his eyes at the sensation. the feeling of having his sensitive bud touched suddenly made him moan. you twisted his pec, harsh but slow. you didn’t care if it hurt him. his body was yours anyway.
“hey-- what are you doing?”
he suddenly opened his eyes as he felt your weight lifting off of him. you were removing yourself above him. he tried to stop you, thinking you were bored with him again— but boy was he wrong. when you finally got off, he stared nervously as he saw you unbutton your shorts, pulling your zipper down, and totally removing them. is this what i think it is? he thought.
if this is actually what he thinks it is, then he isn’t ready.
you were now only on your panties. no shorts. as you placed yourself back on his lap, he was manspreading in the process. after finally getting yourself back to your original position, you did what he would not expect. you suddenly backed away a little, just enough so you could have access to his bulge area. you reached for the string of his shorts too, untying it as you lowered the waistband of it.
he was now fully exposed. his manhood was already wet at the tip with precum, probably aroused due to the sudden kiss you gave him. you moved, putting your lower body at least a bit closer to your original position again. you then shifted your underwear slightly to the side, holding the fabric before catching him off guard again.
“w-wait-- i’m still not prepared- m-mm.! ”
his body trembled under you, torn between resisting and giving in. you had fully inserted his shaft inside you, which caused him to react like that. it entered perfectly, and smoothly, as if it was made just for your own use. it was fairly easy to accomplish since the both of you were already wet, so no lube was needed.
“why’d you do ah! that o-out of now-whereee?
he was trying to keep his voice stable but he failed to do so.
“i’m… ngh.. t--too sensitive—”
his breath hitched, words stumbling as his grip tightened slightly. you were now moving up and down, bouncing on his cock that was rubbing your walls. it felt good. you haven’t felt anything like this for a long time. light gasps also fell from your lips as you bounced on him. you weren’t giving him attention, too focused on what you were doing.
he tried to resist.
he tried to fight back.
but all failed since his body was also succumbing to his need.
he protested that he wasn’t ready, but his body says otherwise. the words that left his mouth were far from what his body was doing. his breathing became uneven, every inhale trembling as he battled himself. his hands was pressed weakly against you at first, but instead of pushing you away, they lingered, searching for something.
every bounce earned you a ragged moan.
his body finally betrayed him. he leaned closer, trying to find warmth he swore he didn’t want.?
“d-don’t…”
he murmured weakly. the word was fragile, already on the verge of breaking. yet instead of pulling away, he gave in—arms slipping around your body to hold you close to him. his forehead pressed lightly against your shoulder, hiding the flush spreading across his face.
the slick noises deafened his moans even though it was loud. you were fully immersed in what you were feeling now. maybe too gone.
“m-mommy! pay a--attention..”
he removed his resting head from your shoulder. he stared at you, eyes sparkling with that obvious love gleaming all throughout. it was empty yet still had a tiny spark in them.
“c-can i try being on top..? i don’t want to tire you ou--”
“do it.”
you cut him off, words slightly static since you were also trying to catch your breath. you mouthed the words again, reminding him. he stared at you, reluctantly nodding— unsure if he actually wanted to do it. either way, he still obeyed.
you removed yourself on top of him, the move resulting a shlick! sound to ring out due to his manhood detaching from yours. you leaned your back on the sofa and spread your legs apart, the heat still lingering between you. he then hovered above you, legs trembling slightly-- still hesitant whether to move or just stay frozen.
“i-i’m going to put it i-in now..”
the moment his hips brushed yours, your walls came in touch with his cock, the restraint in him faltered again. a broken moan slipped from his lips, pressing in further. his need was raw, obvious, and unpolished—like he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.
he buried his face against your neck, trying to silence his the shaky whimpers that escaped with each movement. his body clung to yours desperately. each thrust was erratic, almost pleading. he gripped your hand, as if asking for reassurance that he is doing well.
“good— s-so hic goood...”
the skin slapping, the heat shared between both of your bodies was enough to turn everything into blur for him. his mind focused on making you feel good. but he could feel like he can’t hold back anymore. yes, it felt good, but it was too good. minutes only have passed but the feeling was already too much to bare.
his stomach was churning inside.
he had to let go.
“m--mommy, i think i can’t hold it.. in..”
the words left his mouth with a noticeable whine that came along. his thrust was still uneven, but still moving as if he’d die if he let go. but he had to.
“p--please, can i? can i cum? i w-wanna.. please. i want to..”
he begged as if he was doing so for scraps. he was so so close to the point that it hurts. his voice breaking under the weight of his own desperation. the pleasure so sharp, it hurt to hold back. his grip on you tightened, body shaking as if he’d fall apart if you said no.
when you finally gave him permission—he broke. a strangled moan escaped as his body finally spurs out sticky, white cum inside you. he had clung to you through it, again burying his face against your skin.
he slowly loosened his hold, just enough to look at you. his teary eyes were visibly heavy, lips trembling. he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then tucked himself closer, arms wrapping around you again.
the room went quiet, except for the sound of his ragged breathing and your heartbeat echoing. this time, there was no urgency. just the heat cooling off, quietness, and being tangled together.