Losing virginities with you’re pathetic little Yandere
He’s been texting you nonstop for days, heart emojis and “I can’t stop thinking about you” messages. When you finally tell him you want this, his voice cracks over the phone. He shows up at your place with flushed cheeks, hands slightly shaking as he holds a small bag of snacks and drinks “just in case you get hungry after.” The second the door closes he pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck and whispering “I’ve wanted this for so long… I still can’t believe you chose me.”
You’re both on the bed, fully clothed at first. He keeps staring at you like you’re unreal, hands hesitant to touch anywhere too intimate. Every time you guide his hand under your shirt he lets out a shaky breath and mutters “You’re so beautiful… thank you (y/n).” His crush is so obvious he’s almost trembling with reverence.
When you finally take his shirt off he’s blushing hard, but the moment his hands slide up your thighs he looks drunk on you. He kisses every inch he exposes like he’s worshiping slow, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, whispering “I love you” between each one. When he reaches your panties he hesitates, not because he doesn’t want to but because he wants to make sure he’s being a good boy and not crossing a line, eyes flicking up for permission, and once you nod he presses his face against you like he’s been starving for your scent.
You explore each other clumsily but eagerly. You get to be the predator, he is gladly the pray. He gets overwhelmed when you touch him, so excited and anxious that you’re finally claiming him, hoping he’s good enough for your taste. hips jerking, soft desperate sounds spilling out. “Wait- ughn slow, please… I’m gonna-” He has to stop you a couple times because he’s too worked up. Every moan you make makes him more obsessed; he keeps saying “That sound… fuck, do it again.”
Missionary so you can see each other. He’s propped on his elbows, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. When he first pushes in he freezes, eyes wide, letting out a broken “Oh my god…” because it feels better than he ever imagined. He keeps stopping to kiss you deeply, whispering “You’re mine now… right? Tell me you’re mine” in that needy, lovesick voice.
His pace is messy and uneven, he thrusts too fast at first from pure excitement, hips rutting against you, you can feel his tip catching on your entrance every time he pulls out. then slows when you gasp, apologizing and nuzzling your neck. You wrap your legs around him and he loses it, burying himself deeper and groaning your name like a prayer. His hands grip you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
When he’s close he gets even more intense: “I love you, I love you so much- I-i can’t hold it—” He comes hard, shaking, pressing as deep as he can while repeating your name. The look on his face is pure bliss mixed with overwhelming emotion.
If you’re on top He’s lying back looking up at you like you’re a goddess. His hands roam everywhere, squeezing your hips, cupping your breasts, eyes locked on your face the whole time. Every time you sink down he whimpers and tells you how perfect you feel, how he’s never going to want anyone else. He comes while staring straight into your eyes, completely undone.
Dim lights, lots of eye contact. He takes forever with foreplay, learning exactly what makes you moan. Learning what makes him moan. When penetration happens it’s gradual lots of “Is this okay?” and “You feel incredible.” “I love you so much- oH my god, mmmhp.” He lasts longer than expected because he keeps pausing to kiss you and ground himself.
He’s even more obsessed after the first time. This round is needier. he’s less nervous, more possessive, sucking marks into your neck while muttering “No one else gets to have you like this.”
He doesn’t pull out immediately. Just stays inside you, arms wrapped tight, face hidden in your neck while he catches his breath and whispers “I’m never letting you go now… you’re stuck with me.” His hands keep stroking your skin like he can’t stop touching you.
Post-sex cuddling is intense. He pulls you against his chest, legs tangled, playing with your hair. “That was the best moment of my life. I love you even more now… does that scare you?” He’s soft and vulnerable but the clinginess is already ramping up, he will probably burst open and spew things you probably should tell someone, offering to get you water, food, anything so you don’t leave the bed. Or him.
Next morning he wakes up first pressing his body against you, trying not to get worked up all over again and just watches you sleep with the biggest heart-eyes. He hopes this means you actually want him. When you wake up he’s already kissing your shoulder, ready for more, whispering how he’s been in love with you for ages and this just proved you two are meant to be.
He thinks this is the beginning of all his fantasies.
He’s going to be even more glued to you afterward, constant texts, wanting to spend every night together, calling you his girlfriend in his head whether you’ve said it or not. If you thought he was bad enough before imagine how a dog is once you throw him a bone.
