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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years

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Punishment

Male! Yandere x GN! Reader

A/N: Wrote this in a frenzy. I wanted to wait to post it till a little later but couldn"t help myself;; Also my ko-fi is open for anyone who wants a specific halloween idea~~ ToT

TW: NSFW!!, exhibitionism/public sex (unknowing friend on video call), dub-con, yandere themes, GN reader(described as having a 'hole'), genitals, jealousy, creampie, degredation, sex as punishment, biting, fingernails in skin, use of the word ‘manhood’

Synopsis: your boyfriend has decided to punish you for neglecting him while you're on call with a friend.

"S-so you're coming down on the 15th?" You asked, albeit shakily.

"Yup!" Your friend replied. "Got my stuff packed and ready."

You tried to focus on their words as you stared at them through the camera, watching as they multi-tasked while talking to you. You thanked the skies that they were too busy cleaning and writing things down to notice what was happening on your end of the chat.

You tried to turn the camera at a different angle, cutting most of your face and body out of view.

"Don't you dare," the voice growled behind you, huffing in your ear. "Keep it positioned, where it fucking was."

You whined with frustration, only loud enough for the voice to hear. Frowning, you slowly put the phone back and gripped it rigidly.

"It's going to show too much!" You whispered back.

"Hey, are you still there?" Your friend asked.

"Y-yeah, I'm still here!" You waved to the camera as they turned to look at you. For a moment they looked suspicious, lifting an eyebrow. You felt your stomach sink, wondering if they saw the man behind your figure, his hips slowly moving.

But your friend soon returned to normal, facing away from the camera as they ranted on about their future traveling plans. You tried to mumble small 'mhm's' and 'yeahs' while keeping your moans at bay, but the struggle proved harder than you thought.

The man behind you forced his thick cock to slide in and out of you at an even pace, having done so ever since you started your video chat with your friend.

Your demanding boyfriend insisted you service him as payback for having neglected him for days. Which of course, wasn't really true, but you knew his jealousy knew no bounds when it came to you spending “long periods of time” with others. But before you could satisfy him, your phone began to ring.

You looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to let you take this one call. And to your surprise, he allowed it. But not before bending you over the kitchen counter.

"Answer it." He said, pulling your shorts down and your knees apart.

You panicked, saying you'd rather not answer it at all if you had to do that at the same time! But your boyfriend didn’t give you a choice.

So now here you were, on the brink of orgasming while on a video call, desperately trying to keep your boyfriend out of view.

You saw your body rock back and forth in the camera, your eyes beginning to glaze over as your boyfriend thrusted deeper into you. He had been painfully slow, purposely drawing out your pleasure to make it harder for you to see straight. The squelches of his cock inside of you were beginning to grow louder, and you feared how audible they might’ve been on the other side of the phonecall. But your friend was too busy chatting away, barely noticing how you were letting out jagged breaths and sweet noises.

Your underwear and pants were pulled down to your ankles, the fabric gathering slick that would have otherwise dripped to the tile floor. You heard your boyfriend’s belt buckle jingle every time he pushed into you, moving his hips in a circle to grind against your sweet spot. Your little hole couldn’t take much more of his teasing, having faced this torture too many times. And you knew it was only going to get worse; it wasn't like you could stop him without exposing what was going on. You just hoped your friend would hang up soon.

Your boyfriend gripped your hips, giving a light spank to your hip as he moaned noisily. Purposefully. You looked back at him alarmed, desperately staring at him with wide eyes and squirming legs.

‘Please!’ You mouthed, your ass stuck out in his view.

But all he did was grin, sliding his tongue over his teeth as he pulled out of you. You sighed in relief as you heard that final wet noise of his exit, hoping that his deep but slow thrusts had been enough to get him off. But as he grabbed your hair firmly, pulling your head back, you knew you spoke too soon.

With his cock waiting he tried to lift your shirt up, pushing it to your armpits. But you held your ground, knowing you’d for sure get caught if you let him do as he pleased.

He gave another smack to your skin as you turned around to look at him. You shook your head no, biting your cheek as you mouthed ‘later’.

"We can do it later!" you pleaded with a yell-whisper.

Your boyfriend didn’t seem to like that. He yanked at your shirt with a harsh grunt, nearly tearing the fabric.

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do.” He grumbled, pinching your ass hard enough to make you wince.

But you tried to ignore him, laughing with your friend when they laughed, trying to keep up with the conversation as you felt your sex grow cold from how bare it was. Yet the chilly air fanning it didn’t last long.

Your boyfriend pulled your ass out farther, knocking you onto your elbows on the counter. You had managed to hold yourself up pretty well before but the forced position startled you.

“You okay?” Your friend asked.

“Yeah,” You lied through your teeth. “Just a little light headed, what were you saying?”

Your friend carried on, while your heart began to race. His cock was pushed into you again, but this time it entered you at rapid speed. He bottomed out inside of you as your hips were wrenched backward. Your boyfriend began to quicken, pumping into you as if his life depended on it. The moist sounds of arousal wettening your hole got louder, your body beginning to shake as he violently molded you fit his manhood.

His hips slammed against your bottom at a rapid pace, sliding himself in and out of you at the definition of rough and fast. Even if you weren’t shaking from pleasure, your body would be moving just from his assault alone. Before, his dick had brushed your sweet spot; enough to get you going, but nothing like this. Now, he was abusing it, making sure to thrust at an upwards angle: just how he knew you like it.

His grunts and open-mouthed moans were getting louder. In fact, too loud.

“Please--” You inhaled sharply, eyes nearly rolling back. “Keep going… quiet--”

“You want me to keep going?” He laughed, nails digging into your flesh. “You really are a slut, letting me fuck you in front of someone else like this. I didn’t know you were so dirty.” He let out a low, shakey groan, having thrusted exceptionally well this time.

You whined, trying to keep up your responses with your friend as you felt him grind harder inside you. You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you couldn’t imagine letting this pleasure escape.

“Oh who am I kidding, you’ve always... hah... liked getting fucked silly by me…--!” He leaned down next to your ear, finally in shot of the camera.

You clenched the counter tops as he purposely made himself visible.

“Hey,” He said out of breath, acknowledging your friend.

“Hey back!” Your friend replied, beginning to ask questions now that your boyfriend was here. You couldn’t concentrate, though. With the feeling of his dick pumping into you, you could only lay your head on the countertops as he kept thrusting.

You knew your movements were visible in the camera, you just hoped your friend didn’t suspect the truth.

Your boyfriend laughed normally, making jokes as if he wasn’t rearranging your guts in the kitchen right now. His chest was pressed against your back, neck slick with sweat as he kept pounding into you.

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Your boyfriend asked. You hadn’t heard a word he said. He looked at you expectantly, purposely and aggressively making a deeper dent inside of you this time. You looked up, feeling so full as he kept trying to push you past your limits; he was just waiting for you to slip up. Your mouth sat agape as you tried to respond as fast as possible.

“M-mhm!” You could hardly suppress the moan that came out at the same time. You were about to cum; but knew you couldn’t, not yet.

Thankfully, your boyfriend moved out and away from the camera under the guise of doing something else.

“Well, I’ve gotta finish packing. But it was good talking to you,” Your friend cheerily said, turning to face you. You tried to return to normal, ignoring the sweat on your forehead and the fucked out look you had in your eyes. You smiled fakely at them, responding back with a quivering voice.

“Yeah--uh.. I’ll talk to you when.. When you get here then.” You tried to not sound too out of breath, but it was no easy feat as your boyfriend was creating pornographic sounds behind you. “I-I’ve gotta get back to cooking!” You covered, acting as if the things near you needed fixing.

“Alright, well. Talk to you later!”

“Y-yeah, you t-too!” You said, your boyfriend chiming in with his own breathy goodbye as he came up close to you again. His hips were clearly pressed against yours, fucking you up against the cabinets, but your friend ended the call before you could panic about it.

Once the call ended, you shut your phone off and threw it across the counter. You wouldn’t dare have your phone ring around him again; at least not for a while, lest this instance repeat itself.

But once your friend was no longer an issue, your boyfriend only got worse.

“Oh, fuck--!” He sucked in air through his teeth as he pulled your hips back again. He had slowed down momentarily, distracted by entertaining your friend and teasing you to blow your cover, but now his pace had altered.

He was slamming into you, moans perfectly aligned with when his cock hit your special, spongy spot. You in turn let out your own quiet mewls; it still felt wrong to voice your pleasure even with the extra company now gone.

“See what happens when you ignore me?” He gritted his teeth, calloused hands grabbing your thighs to meet his movements. “See what happens when you hang out with your friends more than me? They have to watch you get your brains fucked out.”

You let out a pained moan as he raked his hands down your chest under your shirt. Your thighs were a mess, covered in precum and sweat as he lifted one of your legs to get deeper access.

“Now tell me who you belong to, who’s going to get to see you cum?” He bit your neck, turning you sideways as you leaned against the counter for support. “Who’s going to get to see you all pretty and fucked out, over and over again until you learn your lesson?”

You felt yourself so close, the coil in your stomach burning and tightening. You let out sweet little ‘oh’s’ as you tried to respond.

“Y-you. You are.” it was hard not to grow ashamed of your response, but the high that was oh so close, felt worth it.

Little did you know, you had just sealed your fate.

“That’s right, my little slut. Fuck, you feel…so good." His fingernails began to dig into your flesh. "And you aren’t going anywhere.”

The grip holding your thigh up and the other on your stomach brought an unexpectedly searing burn.

You could hardly register the pain as he came inside of you. Squirts of thick cum coated your walls, your hole clenching around his cock and milking him perfectly. He thrusted erratically inside of you to ride out his sweet finish, moaning your name possessively as he held you close. He said your name over and over, each syllable getting more angry and territorial.

Your skin began to bruise. You could feel the sharp stinging of his nails, your moans mixing with agonizing wails as he slowed his humping against you. But his hands didn’t stop, blood nearly being drawn by his sharp teeth clamped on your neck.

As your boyfriend slowed, cock still inside of you, he kissed your cheek with wet lips. He relished in the noises coming out of your closed mouth. You knew he was furious for your lack of attention towards him, but hadn’t expected him to take it this far. At the same time, you knew what kind of man he was. You knew he was never going to let you off easy. You just hoped that you could get back into his good graces without too many wounds.

“Ready for punishment number two?” He asked, soaking up the look of fear and tears in your eyes.

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