Yandere Tales (Male Reader)

Abusive Yandere Wife (Ren) Slight Lemon

 Y/n shoots his attention up to the door of his house as it opens.

"I'm home!" Y/n's wife of five years, shouts. Y/n put down the cooking essentials he was holding and went to greet his wife. Turning the corner to the door, Y/n sees his six-foot-tall wife. She had gray hair and often went to the gym so she had a well robust body. Her hair ran just below her shoulders and she often wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

"Welcome home, darling." Y/n greeted in his normal inviting voice. Y/n walks closer and helps Ren with her jacket. Feeling Y/n's soft hands touch her tense shoulders, Ren lets out a sigh.

"Darling, be a dear and give Mommy a massage would you." Y/n, after hanging up Ren's suit jacket, nods.

"Yes, dear." Ren then walks out of the doorway and into the living room, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Y/n follows close behind as Ren walks into the clean living room.

"Good job, dear. The living room is spotless," Ren praised. Y/n blushed and responded.

"Oh, uh, t-thank you, darling." Ren then collapses on the couch and raises her leg onto the couch's footstool. Y/n is caught up by Ren's long legs but is brought back by Ren snapping her fingers. Y/n looks over at Ren who is pointing for Y/n to start rubbing her shoulders which he does.

Standing behind the couch, Y/n thoroughly massages his wife's shoulders. She lets out sighs and some moans here and there. Eventually, he gets done and stands idly behind Ren. Suddenly Ren gestures with her hand for Y/n to come around and in front of her. Y/n does so and walks around the couch.

"You know what to do, dear." Y/n stands still, trying to figure out what she meant. Ren rolls her eyes. "You can't be that fucking stupid, can you?" She added. Y/n looks down and sees Ren's legs parted. It clicks in Y/n's mind at what his wife wanted.

Slowly, Y/n falls to his knees in between Ren's legs. He runs his hands over Ren's thighs as he looks up at her. She then gives him a nod. Y/n slowly lifts Ren's pencil skirt, revealing her soft silky smooth thighs and black laced lingerie. Y/n slowly slips Ren's panties to the side, revealing her pink, sopping, wet c*nt.

"Go ahead. Eat." In her demanding voice, Ren ordered. Y/n then dives in, licking, sucking, and kissing her private area all over. Ren slowly grinds her hips into his face as she leans her head back. She grabbed his hair lightly but soon clenched harder as Y/n progressed. 

Ren's body would twitch as she let out a moan when she got closer to cumming. With her breathing now coming out heavily, Ren now grinding full force into Y/n's mouth, she climaxes right there on the couch. Squeezing Y/n's head with her thighs, she pulls Y/n away from her. She smiles as she looks down at him, licking his glistening lips and panting lightly.

Ren pats his cheek as she closes her legs and gets up from the couch. Y/n helps her as her legs still was shaky. Y/n, lets Ren lean for a moment before letting her walk on her own. They walk into the dining room and Y/n pulls out the seat for Ren. She sits and Y/n takes out the dish he was cooking from the oven and dishes it out onto a plate before bringing it to Ren.

"Here you go, darling." Ren inspects the food before nodding and taking a bite. Y/n also dishes himself a plate and sits next to Ren. While Y/n eats his food, he looks over and sees Ren chewing with her eyes closed. Y/n smiles in which Ren catches him and so he quickly looks away with a small blush growing on his face.

"You did well again, dear." She leans over and kisses his cheek. "I'll let tonight be another rest night since you did so well." Y/n smiles widely.

"Thank you, darling!"

"But after that, it is back to our usual "love" time. Got it?" Y/n's smile fades as he looks down upon hearing this.

"Yes, darling..." Y/n sits by as Ren finishes up her dinner. The bruises and bites on his neck from the night prior lightly throb. Sometime later, Ren finishes her dinner. Y/n sees and takes her plate to the sink where he begins cleaning. Ren sits back in her seat, hanging her arm over the chair's backrest as she stares at Y/n clean.