#fdom stuff

Asking your yandere what he thinks you will break up for.

The car is parked in some dark corner of the lot. He’s on his knees in the passenger footwell, his large body strangely configured to fit between the glove box and your pussy, face buried between your thighs, tongue working you with desperate, hungry strokes. Wet, filthy sounds fill the small space as he licks and sucks like he’ll die if he stops.

You keep your face perfectly neutral, breathing steady, one hand loosely resting on the door handle. After a long moment of him moaning into your pussy, you speak in a calm, almost bored tone:

“What do you think we’ll break up for?”

He freezes for half a second, then lets out a wrecked whimper against your clit. His fingers stay buried inside you, slowly pumping, refusing to stop even as he pulls back just enough to answer, voice hoarse and shaking.

“We won’t,” he says immediately, eyes glassy and desperate as he looks up at you. “We’re not breaking up. Ever.”

He leans back in and drags his tongue slowly up your slit, savoring you, before wrapping his lips around your clit again and sucking gently. The contrast between your straight face and his needy, worshipful expression is stark.

You stay composed. “People break up for all kinds of reasons.”

He moans loudly into your cunt, the vibration intense, almost like he’s protesting with his mouth. His fingers curl harder, stroking that perfect spot while his free hand grips your thigh possessively.

“Not us,” he pants between licks, voice cracking. “I won’t let it happen. I’ll do anything… fuck, please just use my face while you say that.” He grinds his tongue flat and broad against your clit, eyes watering with how badly he needs you to feel good. “Don't say thins like that baby- I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me."

He pushes his face deeper, nose rubbing against you as he devours you messily, almost frantically now. His hips are rocking against nothing, cock straining in his jeans, but he doesn’t touch himself. All his focus is on you.

You keep the straight face, even as pleasure builds. “Hm. Maybe we’ll get tired of each other.”

A broken sound escapes him. He shakes his head without pulling away, tongue flicking faster, fingers thrusting deeper.

“Never,” he whimpers right against your pussy. “I’ll never get tired of you. I was made for this. Made to chase you. Made to kneel for you and make you come until you can’t think of stupid shit like breaking up.” His voice cracks again, submissive and pleading but laced with that unshakable conviction. “Please come on my tongue. Please. Let me prove it. I’m never leaving you. Not for anything.”

He sucks hard on your clit, moaning continuously, completely lost in worship while you sit there with a straight face, testing him.