#slutty bottom

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.

What happens when a CUNTBOY is too desperate that he wants to satisfy his desire... with YOU?

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top!male reader, yandere cuntboy, desperate seduction, milky breasts, minor character, needy character, stepbrother relationship, wild imagination, smut, NSFW, masturbation.

Yuta's obsession with Y/N had twisted into a relentless fire, burning hotter with every failed attempt to draw his stepbrother closer. At sixteen now, still a teenager navigating the awkward edges of his body, Yuta's hormones raged unchecked, all fueled by thoughts of Y/N's strong frame and easy grin. Every night, alone in his room, he'd lock the door and strip down, fingers diving straight into his plump juicy cunt, slick walls clenching around them as he whispered to himself, This is all for you, Oni-chan. My body's so horny because of you. He'd pinch his heavy milky breasts, tugging at the swollen nipples until beads of milk leaked out, smearing them over his skin while grinding against his heel, chasing the release that only came when he pictured Y/N's cock buried deep inside him.

During the day, Yuta amped up his efforts, clinging to Y/N like a second skin. In the kitchen one morning, as Y/N poured coffee, Yuta sidled up front of him, pressing his big round ass against Y/N's thigh under the guise of reaching for a mug. The contact sent a jolt through Yuta's core, his cunt twitching with need, but he bit his lip hard to stifle the flush creeping up his neck. "Oni-chan, pass the sugar?" he murmured, voice steady despite the heat pooling between his legs.

Y/N handed it over with a casual chuckle, oblivious to the way Yuta's breasts brushed his arm, nipples hardening against the thin fabric of his shirt. "You're always underfoot lately, huh? Like a puppy." He ruffled Yuta's hair, the brotherly touch making Yuta's heart pound. Later that afternoon, while Y/N lounged on the couch scrolling through his phone, Yuta plopped right onto his lap without a word, settling his jiggling ass cheeks firmly against Y/N's crotch. He wiggled just enough to feel the warmth there, pretending to adjust for comfort as his own arousal built, pussy lips swelling and dampening his underwear.

"Yuta, c'mon, I'm not your chair," Y/N protested lightly, but his hands steadied Yuta's hips instead of pushing him off, fingers digging in just a fraction too long. Yuta forced a laugh, shifting so his heavy tits pressed back against Y/N's chest, but inside he was screaming—Touch me more, feel how wet I am for you. He stayed there until Y/N's phone buzzed with a text, finally sliding off with legs shaky and face carefully neutral, though his clit throbbed insistently.

The real escalation came at night. Yuta had been building up to it, faking restless sleep and tearful confessions about nightmares that haunted him—shadowy figures that only felt safe when Y/N was near. One stormy evening, after dinner, Yuta knocked on Y/N's door, eyes wide and glistening with manufactured tears. "Oni-chan… I had another bad dream. Can I sleep with you? Please? I don't want to be alone."

Y/N, sprawled on his bed in just boxers and a t-shirt, hesitated. He was eighteen now, freshly adult, and the lines felt blurrier. "Little one, you're not a kid anymore. It's… kinda unappropriate, you know? Get some sleep in your own room." But Yuta's lower lip trembled, his voice cracking as he clutched the doorframe, tears spilling over. "But it was so scary… You're the only one who makes it better. Please, Oni-chan?"

With a sigh, Y/N relented, patting the bed. "Fine, just tonight. C'mere." Yuta scrambled in, curling against Y/N's side as his stepbrother wrapped an arm around him protectively. The warmth of Y/N's body was intoxicating—solid muscle against Yuta's softer curves, the faint scent of his skin making Yuta's pulse race. They talked softly until Y/N's breathing evened out, his chest rising and falling in deep sleep, arm still draped loosely over Yuta's waist.

Yuta waited, heart hammering, until he was sure Y/N was out. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight filtering through the curtains. Slowly, he guided Y/N's hand lower, pressing the large palm against the swell of his heavy breasts. Y/N's fingers flexed unconsciously in sleep, and Yuta stifled a gasp as they cupped the milky flesh, thumb grazing a nipple. Yes, like that, Oni-chan, Yuta thought, his free hand slipping under the waistband of his shorts to rub his clit in tight circles. His cunt was already soaked, juices coating his fingers as he spread his legs wider, ass cheeks pressing into the mattress.

Emboldened, Yuta maneuvered Y/N's hand further down, over his soft belly to the heat between his thighs. He pushed two of Y/N's fingers against his puffy pussy lips, sliding them along the slick folds. Y/N mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, hand twitching, and Yuta nearly moaned aloud as the tips dipped inside, stretching his tight entrance. Burying his face into the pillow to muffle his whimpers, Yuta rocked his hips, fucking himself on Y/N's unmoving fingers while his own hand worked his clit furiously. It's you touching me, Oni-chan. Your hand in my wet cunt, feeling how much I need you.

His big round ass jiggled with each thrust, breasts bouncing heavily against Y/N's arm. Milk leaked from his nipples, soaking the sheets as pleasure coiled tight in his core. He imagined Y/N awake, eyes dark with lust, pinning him down and replacing those fingers with his thick cock, pounding into Yuta's juicy hole until he screamed. The fantasy pushed him over—Yuta's body tensed, cunt spasming around Y/N's fingers as he came hard, biting the pillow to swallow his cries. Waves of ecstasy rippled through him, leaving him trembling and spent, Y/N's hand still buried shallowly inside.

Carefully, Yuta withdrew the fingers, licking them clean in the dark—salty and sweet, tasting of his own desperation—before tucking Y/N's arm back around his waist. He snuggled closer, heart full and aching, knowing he'd beg for this again tomorrow. Y/N slept on, unaware of the line his little brother was so eagerly crossing.