🛋️💉 Therapy... on His Tongue👅💦
[⚠️ !!!WARNING!!!: Yandere!Psychiatrist. Unethical, Piv, Oral sex (giving & receiving), Face-sitting, Overstimulation kink, Breeding kink, Choking kink (light), Fingering, Mirror sex, Desk sex / public space fantasy, Hair pulling, thigh grabbing, light spanking, Biting / marking, Rough sex, Body worship, Lingerie kink, Buttplug / remote toy control, Recording,Cum play, bondage( light), Mutual masturbation / voyeurism ⚠️]
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who is in his mid-30s, immaculately dressed in dark suits, crisp shirt, loosened tie at the neck, always watching you through sharp, silver-rimmed glasses.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who has deep voice that’s like velvet and sin; he speaks with calculated precision, every word dripping with seductive intellect.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who instantly knew: you were vulnerable, perfect, ripe for corruption, when you came in with insomnia and anxiety.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who read you from the very first session. Your every breath, twitch, microexpression. He watched how your thighs clenched when he leaned in and whispered your name.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who began planting seeds in your mind, expertly toeing the line of professionalism while twisting the sessions toward intimacy."You're lonely... aren't you? And no one sees you. But I do."
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who fantasized about you every night after your appointments: fucking you over his desk, spreading your thighs in the therapy chair, making you cry from pleasure until you begged for more.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who tracks your routines. He knows what perfume you wear. What underwear you favor. How often you touch yourself and when."Did you touch yourself last night, sweetheart? Before bed? Let me guess—two fingers, right hand. And you were thinking about me."
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who his notebooks—meant for patient notes—are filled with erotic sketches of you in different positions.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who intentionally schedules you late, so you’re his last patient. So he can lock the doors.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: One night, you show up in a short skirt. You sit with your legs crossed. You don’t notice how he’s clenching his jaw, his cock hard under the desk.“You wore that for me, didn’t you? You want me to lose control, don’t you?”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who snaps during a session. One dark look, and suddenly you’re bent over his couch.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who pins your hips down as he eats you like a starving man, growling into your cunt. You whimper around his thick cock in your mouth, your own moans making him groan.
“Taste yourself on my tongue while I fuck your throat, angel.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who slides two, then three long fingers inside you, curling them deep while whispering dirty praise in your ear:“That’s it, spread for me. So wet already. Your pussy knows who owns it.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who worships your body like a sacred text: biting your inner thighs, licking up your spine, dragging his tongue over every inch.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who calls you his “patient,” “pet,” “sweet girl,” “my obsession.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who bent you over the desk, panties pushed to the side, his hand over your mouth as he pounds into you from behind. Your legs tremble, but he doesn’t stop.“This is where I pictured you from the beginning—on your knees, full of me.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who pinned you against the mirror in his office, watching your own reflection as he fucks you from behind, hand wrapped around your throat.“Look how perfect you are when you’re fucked stupid.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who loves guiding your head, groaning deep when you take him down to the base.“Yes... good girl. Don’t stop. I want to come down that pretty throat.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who will spend hours licking, sucking, teasing your clit, growling when you try to close your legs.“You don’t get to come without my permission. Stay open, sweetheart.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who thrives on breaking your innocence, turning you from his shy patient into his insatiable, obedient little obsession
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who buys you silk sheets, lingerie, perfume, collars, and even furniture for your body.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who spreads your thighs wide with a slow, reverent touch, admiring your dripping folds.“So soft. So ready. And all mine.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who spends an hour between your legs. Not just eating you out—devouring you.Tongue fucking, flicking your clit, buried deep, curling exactly where you need.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who loves when you grind against his face, lose your mind, cry out uncontrollably.“That’s it. Don’t be shy. Ride my mouth like the filthy little goddess you are.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who holds eye contact while you come. Keeps his mouth on your cunt until your legs shake uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop.“You’re not done yet. I decide when you’ve had enough.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who fucks you in front of a full-length mirror he had installed just for this. You’re on your knees, ass arched, drooling as he pounds into you from behind. One hand in your hair, the other on your throat as he forces you to watch. He whispers things in your ear while you watch yourself fall apart:“No one else will ever fuck you like this. No one else gets to see you like this.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who when he comes, he pulls out and paints your ass and lower back with his cum, then forces you to watch it drip down in the mirror.“You look so fucking perfect covered in me.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who runs his hands up your thighs, over your breasts, trailing kisses down your belly and then he slides his cock inside you slowly, stretching you with agonizing pleasure.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who keeps eye contact while he grinds deep and slow, whispering every dirty fantasy he’s had:“I want to keep you here forever. Naked. Ready. My perfect little patient.” And when you beg for more, he grabs your wrists and starts thrusting hard, biting your neck, praising and degrading you all at once:“You beg so pretty. Fuck, you were made for this.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who one moment he listens when you’re talking about your problems and your dreams and the next your skirt is pushed up and you’re bent over his desk, hands flat on cool wood.He doesn’t undress. Just unbuckles his belt, slides your panties down, and shoves his cock in without warning.“You’ve been teasing me all fucking day. Take it.” Then he fills you again. And again. Until your legs give out.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who shows up at your door unannounced, all dark suit and heavy gaze. Pushes you against the wall the second the door closes, kissing you like he’s starved. Lifts you up and fucks you against the wall, one hand under your thigh, the other cradling the back of your head.“Did you think I could go a night without you? I need to be inside you, every goddamn night.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who pulls out just to watch you sink to your knees and suck him off, tears in your eyes, drool on your chin.“That’s it. Fucking perfect. My good girl.” Then takes you on your kitchen counter, your couch, your bed, even the shower—anywhere he can leave his scent, his mark, his claim.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who lives to make you blush and whimper
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who talks to you in sessions about your “attachment issues” while fingering you under the desk.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who makes you count how many times he’s made you come. If you forget? You get edged again.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who put your legs over his shoulders and he slams into you deep, fucking your cervix, loving the way you scream.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who fucks you against the bookshelf: Holding your leg up, knocking down volumes while you moan helplessly.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who puts his fingers in your mouth while he fucks you: “Suck them. Pretend it’s my cock. I want to see how needy you are.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who LOVES mutual masturbation: Sitting across from each other, watching, teasing, then crawling to each other like animals.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who monitors you constantly—phone, location, even your cycle. Not out of paranoia. Out of possession
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who buys lingerie in your size, forces you to wear it under your clothes when you visit him. You have to show him you’re wearing it before every session.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who makes you send videos when you're away—of you touching yourself, moaning his name, whispering filthy affirmations:“This pussy is yours, Dr. Only yours.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who makes you wear a buttplug to work with a remote in his pocket.When you disobey, he punishes you with denial and teasing for days.
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who is into anal play—stretching you with fingers first, whispering dark praise:“Every hole. Every inch. Every breath. It’s all mine.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who is obsessed with thigh riding. While he watches you grind on him, hands behind your back, his voice deep and low:“Use me. Get off on me. You don’t come until I say.”
• Your Yandere! Psychiatrist: Who After every rough session, he holds you, stroking your hair, whispering affirmations: “You did so well for me. No one makes me lose control like you do.”
