Yandere One-Shots (Volume 6)

Yandere Rich Girls x Male Photographer Reader (Lemon)

(The glitzy ballroom of the opulent Greystone Estate was alive with chatter, clinking glasses, and the gentle hum of an orchestra playing in the background. The elite of the city, draped in shimmering gowns and tailored suits, moved about gracefully, all trying to outshine one another with their wealth and status. Amidst all the splendor, however, Y/N stood apart, his camera hanging from his neck, capturing the lavish event with practiced ease.)

(As a photographer, Y/N was used to these high-society events. He'd been hired by the wealthy to immortalize their best moments—weddings, galas, exclusive parties. The work was good, the pay was better, but it also came with its fair share of headaches. In this case, the headache came in the form of rich girls who had taken an interest on him.)

(Kirari, Momo, Stella and Weiss hail from prestigious families, being subsequently known for their beauty, wealth, and reputation for getting whatever they wanted. Their striking features, perfect smiles, and impeccable style made them the center of attention wherever they went. But what most people didn't know, what Y/N was quickly beginning to understand, was that beneath their charm lay something far more dangerous.)

(They first approached him with smiles. They seemed harmless at first—playful, curious about his work. But that curiosity quickly turned into something darker. After that event, Y/N noticed them watching him more closely, whispering to each other whenever he was around. At every event, the sisters were always close by, always asking for more pictures. But it wasn't just the professional distance between photographer and subject anymore. They had started calling him by his first name, lingering near him, trying to engage him in personal conversations.)

Y/N: (to himself) Why are they so interested on me? Am I dreaming?

(The girls began texting him at odd hours, sending pictures of themselves in luxurious settings—lounging by the pool, dressed in extravagant outfits. They asked him to meet them for "private" photo shoots, offering more money than he could ever need. But it wasn't the money that bothered him—it was the tone. Their messages grew increasingly personal, possessive, and soon, they stopped taking 'no' for an answer.)

(Tonight, at the Greystone Estate, things escalated. Y/N had been hired to photograph the event, but the girls seemed to have different plans. They hadn't left him alone the entire night. Everywhere he went, one of them was there—leaning in close, whispering in his ear, brushing against his arm as if by accident.)

Momo: Y/N, darling... why are you always so busy? You never come to visit us anymore.

Y/N: I've just been booked up with work, Momo. You know how it is.

Momo: But you'd make time for us, wouldn't you? After all, we've been so generous with you.

(Before he could respond, Kirari appeared on his other side, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke.)

Kirari: We miss you, Y/N. You never visit us at the mansion anymore. Don't you want to spend time with us?

(Y/N felt his pulse quicken, a sense of dread creeping up his spine. The playful, teasing tone they always used felt more like a warning now. They weren't asking anymore—they were demanding.)

Y/N: I'm just here to work, I appreciate the invitations, but I need to keep things professional.

(Weiss' hand shot out, gripping his wrist with surprising strength.)

Weiss: (coldly) Professional? That's such a boring word, Y/N. You belong with us, you dunce. Don't pretend you don't enjoy the attention.

Stella: (giggles) We've been so patient, haven't we? But we're getting tired of waiting.

(Y/N pulled his arm free, his heart racing. He needed to get away, to put distance between himself and these dangerous women. He knew their wealth, their power—if he made them angry, it wouldn't be hard for them to ruin him. But staying in their orbit was becoming unbearable. As Y/N turned to walk away, Kirari grabbed his camera strap, yanking him back toward her.)

Kirari: Leaving already? We're just getting started. (whispers) You've been ignoring us, Y/N. That's not very nice.

Momo: We've been so good to you, we've given you everything. And yet, you still pull away.

(The air between them felt suffocating. Y/N's instincts screamed at him to run, but he was frozen, caught between the two sisters who seemed to be tightening their grip on him more with each passing second.)

Weiss: You're ours, Y/N, and we don't like sharing.

Stella: (pulls Y/N's phone) Who else have you been talking to, hm? We should check. Make sure no one else is trying to steal you away.

(Y/N's blood ran cold. This was too much. Their obsession, their possessiveness—it was far beyond anything he could handle. He needed to leave, now.)

Y/N: (snaps) ENOUGH! (pulls away and steps back) This has gone too far. I'm done.

(The room seemed to fall silent, the buzz of conversation dimming as the girls stared at him, their smiles slowly fading. For a moment, Y/N thought he had finally broken free, that his firm stance had shaken them.)

Y/N: ARGH!

(Y/N suddenly feels some stabs in his legs, and turns to see some poles on both of them.)

Momo: You don't get to leave us. We've already decided. You belong to us, Y/N.

Kirari: We always get what we want. And what we want is you.

(Weiss then uses her semblance to create barriers that prevents the guards from interfering with what they're about to do with him.)

(Momo starts kissing him before sttting on his face as she creates a pistol, forcing him to lick her pussy as she clutches his hair, making him eat her harder. Kirari inserts his dick into her pussy and rides him in a Reverse Cowgirl position as they keep going for minutes until they cum. Next, Weiss wraps his head in a figure four headlock, pressing him to lick her pussy while Stella rides him like an amazon for minutes, and then they cum as well. They kept raping him for hours. There was no escape for Y/N.)