I'm sorry I've been in the Yandere Genshin book -
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"D-Dr. Maruki!" You cried, legs hiked up on either side of him as he plowed his long cock between your thighs. Every shuck of his dick inside your flooded pussy caused the squelching to resound the therapist's room. You had come here for weeks now, after work, even on weekends he had requested you.
It was only after you had caught wind of his inappropriate behaviour... The man above you chuckled, his glasses fogging up with sweat. He took them off and placed them beside you, leaning down for a sweet kiss, "Even now you're using such formal language. I'd really like it if you called me Takuto, (Y/n)."
You grit your teeth in defiance, hands grabbing at his undone shirt to yank him away - he wouldn't budge. To think he would go so far as to rip open your shirt and flip up your skirt during hours. When the police came to get you, this was your last thought, especially if others knew you were around him. "Dr Maruki, this is, ah, unprofessional! I already said no..."
The head of his cock slid delectably over your sweet spot, poking so hard up until a pretty bump was formed in the shape of his member. He couldn't help but blush at the sight of his very own dick moulding you like he always dreamed. Maruki nuzzled into your neck with a low groan, "I can't - can't believe this is finally happening. Unprofessional? You have no, no clue how much I've done to get you here, like this, sweetheart." He yanked you towards him, a high-pitched squeak coming from you as he hit untouched territory. Maruki took off his I.D from around his neck and placed it on you, twisting his fist into it so he could pull you around and keep you in place as he dove his tongue into your mouth. You were tensed in place, body rocked aggressively into him as he fucked you into his desk, "Yes, just like that. Look at me like you did when you first came to me, like I was the only one who could save you."
"Ah, hah, ah," you panted increasingly, throat going dry from having your mouth open and all your saliva dripping down your cheek. "I don't, ah~ Pl-please! I don't understand! Why are you doing!?"
Maruki barely paused, releasing the hand around his lanyard to rub three fingers frantically on your wet clit. He shuddered as you creamed around him, cunt spasming and juices spitting onto his pants and white shirt. "Fuck, (Y/n), so good~ My good girl. I knew you'd be into this, from everything you told me, I knew it was supposed to go this way!" He sped up his thrusts, hands smacking beside you so he could hunch his back animalistically, "Taking your information and spreading it to employers, whether it was true or... A bit over-stimulated, hah. No one wanted to hire someone who couldn't take care of themselves," tears streamed down your face, mixing with your sweat and saliva. He groaned at your pliant sight, leaning down to lap at you with an eager possession, "Cutting off your income, giving you complimentary sessions, a place to rest without worry. No one wants you, (Y/n), you need me. You'll always need me."
He was overstimulating you, your body numbing yet jerking with every few spike of feeling his cock gave you. "I can't believe you did this, you monster," you choked, nails clawing at the smooth wood, unable to get under the lacquer, "You said I could trust you."
"And you can," he smiled, hands cupping your face as he tired of his rut, becoming sloppy, "Don't you see? Because of me you know how mean the world is. No one wants someone who can't even leave the house on some days. I love you, baby."
He was right... Oh God, no one would want you, not someone who broke down when they made eye contact with a stranger. "B-But the police..."
Takuto stilled, humping twice more as he emptied his load into you. You could feel his cum swish and spate your gummy insides, attacking your womb. Dr.'s lips brushed against yours, his sweat dripping and mingling on your skin, "How else would I get you to come to me? You wouldn't answer your phone for over a month." Slimy and satisfying, his dick slipped out of you, only to be replaced by the palm of his hand and a twinkle in his eye, "It wasn't hard showing them your records. Will be no surprise when you 'commit suicide', I already have a body lined up!"
Dread washed over you, ashamed of this psychotic, deluded man who you had called your friend.
