You benefitted the most from his suggestion. Fake dating one of the top actors in the country and leeching off his fame only to boost your own career? It was undoubtedly selfish on your part for agreeing, and honestly he had barely anything to gain from this situation. Getting rid of a few stubborn stalkers doesn't seem fair compared to the endless brand deals, magazine covers, and casting calls you were receiving just from being near him. You were just a small, nameless actor who'd been handed the dream life on a golden platter. You'd be a fool to refuse.
Dating him is pretty easy. All you needed to do was spend time together publicly for a few hours, let the paparazzi snap their pictures and then go your separate ways. So far you've been to the movies, the beach, cafe hopping, shopping... the most classic date ideas, straight from a rom-com. 'The fans will love it. Sells the whole idea,' he whispers into your ear, creating another photo op for the press.
He was also a really, really, good actor. Playing the role of boyfriend came so naturally to him.
He'd plan a date, send the details over to you, make all the necessary arrangements (secretly tipping off the paparazzi), and wait outside your apartment to pick you up fifteen minutes before on the day. When you'd meet him downstairs, asking if he had waited very long, he would claim he had just arrived a minute before, all while naturally opening the passenger side door for you. During the drive to your date, he'd pass you the gift that he picked up on the way. Sometimes it would be a fresh bouquet of your favourite flowers, and others would be a gift that reminded him of you. A cute keychain, a little plush toy, or a lovely box of chocolates. During the date, he'd never let go of your hand unless it was to place it around your waist or on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd of fans and journalists. He'd insist on 'giving the people what they want' before planting a kiss on your cheek, your forehead or the back of your hand, or any other place but your sweet lips. "Those are reserved just for me," he'd reply with a wink when the diehard fans scream for a real kiss. When you finally make it home, just before you say your goodbyes, he'd pull you into his arms, burrrowing his face into the crook of your neck as if trying to commit you to memory, savouring every moment of your touch to last him enough till the next time he'd see you again.
It's the ideal arrangement. All the frills of dating, minus the commitment and risk. Once your popularity has risen enough, the both of you would amicably call it quits and never see each other again.
The only complaint was his clingyness. You never expected him to be so...attached. With every date, it would take longer and longer for him to say goodbye to you after dropping you home. He'd make all sorts of excuses to try and linger around you just a while longer. Even after you wave him off, he'd text you one minute later, asking if you got to your apartment safely. Throughout the week, his texting would be almost incessant, asking about your day and what you were up to. Have you eaten? Where are you now? Are you with anybody right now? When you don't reply him within ten minutes, then the calling begins. He'd blame it on the paranoia the stalkers had given him, he's only worried they might target you, that's all.
And if you get annoyed or angry at him, he'll be a quivering, teary mess as he begs for a second chance, promising to never upset you again. He can do better, let him prove it to you. He'll be good for you, he swears! At one point, he started kneeling in front of you, in his own house, while you sat on his ridiculously expensive vintage leather couch, glaring down at him as he pleaded for your forgiveness. It gets a bit much, dealing with him, really.
Yet, each time, you end up relenting. Just this once, you tell yourself, as you let yourself be engulfed in a tight hug. Those puppy eyes were just too effective on you. And you were weak to his begging.
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𝜗𝜚⋆ (nsfw) thinking of a pathetic yandere bf who's so eager to please.
he tries his hardest to hold himself back, he really does! he can't help it if after a while he's denied himself long enough, humping at your leg and staring up at you with teary eyes as he begs for you to give him a release.
he's obsessed with your taste. be it from your lips, kissing you until the two of you are breathless before he greedily goes in for more, a small string of drool hanging from mouth, or even as he goes down on your, diving between your cunt and holding your legs open as you writhe underneath him.
you've gotten used to his desperation, though there are times where you feel you can't keep up with it. he pouts against you, begging for you not to be a tease before letting out a sudden whimper as he grinds himself towards you.
you've tried to ask him what it is that has him feeling aroused so frequently. he tells you that he can't help it, that your presence drives him crazy like a love drug, yet when you try to leave he grabs onto your hands with sweaty palms, pleading for you not to.
he's extremely eager to please though! fingering your cunt until your eyes are rolling back, whispering praises into your ear as he thrusts into you.
"ngh... you're such a good girl. a-all perfect for me..." he'll groan, pushing his length inside you as you let out a moan in response. all he wants is for the both of you to feel good! what's wrong with that?
"ah ah! nghh pleaseeee," your yandere cries out, his back arching and fists clenching the sheets underneath him tighter.
You giggle, your hand gently wrapped around his dick while the other stays still above his tip holding the small metal beaded rod thats currently inside his dick.
Surprisingly, it wasnt even you that brought up the idea of sounding, it was him. And boy are you glad he did because right now, he just looks so pretty with his eyes teary and glazed over and face flushed red.
You slowly push another half inch in and he lets out another choked moan that instinctively makes his legs shut but you gently pry them open, causing him to whine.
"Come on baby, you wanted this, didn't you? You can take it, you're a good boy right?" He nods quickly and before he can open his mouth to speak, you push more of the rod in and his jaw goes slack with pleasure. You watch as his eyes roll back and pre cum leak around the rod to drip onto the sheets.
Grinning, you catch his eye and you see him shiver at the hunger in your eyes. "If you're already falling apart with just half of the rod in, I can't imagine what you'll be like with all of it in."
The idea makes a shock of pleasure run down his spine and for him to pitifully let out another whimper. And if you weren't hearing properly, you would've missed the small whisper he let out. "Please."
Thinking about a fwb yandere who just can’t get enough of you…claiming they just wanted a quick fuck every now and then when they really wish you’d take them out on dates and call them your cute little spouse </3 They can’t deny that the sex is good, that you don’t have them curling their toes in ecstasy every time they orgasm because of you(Nevermind that half the time it’s them smelling your clothes as they masturbate—) Watching you smile and laugh with other people…can’t you tell that they’re staring at you? Waiting for you to look at them and give them that look that has their heart racing?
Dragging the person you were talking to by the hair when you’re distracted…shoving them into one of the empty hallways and threatening to kill them if they talk to you again. You’re left wondering where they went, being a little upset that the conversation ended so abruptly…and your cute Yan coming to the rescue, offering their body for you to let it all out. “It’s not good to repress your feelings! Come on, I’ll make sure your focus is on me..” With a sultry smile, taking your hand and putting it on their waist. Won’t you give them all your attention?
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They were supposed to steal your soul. Haunt you for a bit, feast on your fear, and then when your terror was at its peak, consume your very being. It’s an easy enough job. They’ve done it countless times. So imagine their surprise when their routine gets disrupted.
You’re washing your face at the sink, eyes closed as you massage your skin, splashing water onto your face as you lean over the basin. The demon is behind you, lined up perfectly so when you inevitably stand up, you’ll catch just a glimpse of them before they disappear. You’re bent over the sink, pausing as the water fills your cupped hands. You splash the water into your face to rinse the soap. They watch and wait for you to finish and straighten…. you pause as your hands fill with water, you splash it in your face. You pause as your hands fill with water… and you land a swift back kick towards them, whirling around with a viscous cry, teeth barred as water droplets fling from your still damp skin, fluffy cat ear headband not detracting from the terror the demon feels as their victim hurls a toothbrush holder at their head.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU PERVERT!”
They’re so shocked and frightened that it takes them getting whacked in the temple with a curling wand to remember that they can dematerialize.
You pant as you frantically look around for where the intruder may have gone. You’d caught a glimpse of them behind you while bent over the sink. Just able to see part of their legs in your upside down vision. You acted on instinct, fight or flight kicked in…. Literally kicked.
The demon, now invisible, yet still shrinking back, expecting another blow, watches in shock as you dial 911 to report a “masked intruder”…. They’re a being of darkness? An old god? Not some mortal in a Halloween mask!
They’ll show you just how terrifying they can be.
Needless to say…. The demon is now YOUR demon, and they’re putting off processing the raging hard on that appeared after you attacked them.
Just thought about business man (yan or not), who's the boss. And us being he's assistant or something, and him talking to someone else whal standing next to us, and him his arm around our shoulder or waist. And us just, putting our hand on his ass, and now he's trying to back pedal, and felling all small and subby.
“I-It hic! It h-hurts, [name]!” Your yandere looks at you with glazed, glassy eyes, tears forming in the corners and falling as he pumps his dick fast.
“But darling, this is your punishment for cumming too fast. You caused this for yourself.”
He lets out a cry as he runs his own thumb over the tip, the pleasure making him shiver and for pre cum to leak out even more. There’s a small puddle of it underneath his dick and it slowly grows larger every time he cums.
You giggle at the lewd sight of his spread legs and how he’s watching your every move, wanting you to get closer and touch him any where.
“F-Fuck [name].” He lets out a desperate whimper. How many times has he cummed now? Three? Four? Your yandere doesn’t know, the pleasure and pain fogging his mind and making it hard to think. All he knows is that he’s close again and although it hurts, he doesn’t want to stop. His hand on his dick speeds up as the pleasure overwhelms him again.
“I-I’m close ah! Please l-let me cum, p-please?”
Grinning at just how pathetic he looks, you nod, wanting to see him fall apart again just from his own hand.
He sees you nod and lets out a cry as he cums, cum shooting out his spent dick and onto his already stained chest and thighs. He looks absolutely lewd like this but he looks so pretty at the same time.
Seeing his hand slow down, you only shake your head at him and he whines, knowing the words you’ll say next.
“Did I say stop darling? You’re not done till I say you’re done baby.”
