Female Yandere! X Reader One-Shots

Mechanic Orc Girlfriend (NSFW Drabble)

A/N: Request for a yandere orc X Fem reader with a breeding kink. Hope this satisfies the gays! I know I enjoyed writing it. 

CW: NSFW, FxF, fingering, breeding, slight exhibitionism, dom mechanic orc girlfriend

"You make it so hard on purpose, don't you?"

You buried your nose into the baby blue pillow, torso twisting away from the beast manhandling your body. "You know I'm busy, you know I'm trying to work... And still, you can't wait. You just need to be bred all hours of the day, huh?"

You can only respond with a guilty muffle, eyes blurred and focused on the half ajar door.

"Well don't just whine, give me an answer." Her fingers inch harder, pulsing against the gentle gumminess of your insides.

"Yes--" Your voice cracks, eager to respond as she slows just a tad. "I do, I really really do, please--"

"Mmn.." The orc returns to her original pace, enjoying the way your slick coats her fingers so perfectly, your body accommodating to her two fingers as they should; you were made to be taken by her. "And this is all you're going to get, despite how badly you want it. I don't have time to properly fill you up... even if I want to."

You feel her pace quicken at that, her own huffs growing in succession as the thought enters both your minds, fantasy blurring with reality.

Your feet hang loosely off the bed and her thighs, ass up in her lap as you desperately try to spread wider, her fingers only shy away from the size of your forearm, pumping into you with precision. A million times she's done it, and a million times more she'd do it to hear you cry out her name, to feel you grip onto her veiny forearms for support, taking her so deep inside of you it should be considered an art.

You could hear the chatter of those in the front shop waiting for their cars to be fixed, for their keys to be returned, to have the attention of your enticing orc girlfriend. But she was busy right now, allowing the rhythm of your thrusts against her hands and stained jeans distract her from her work.

You knew she only had a 20 minute lunch break, that she had already stopped so many times to kiss you behind a wall of tools and to foreshadow what she was going to do to you that night. And still, it wasn't enough. You couldn't stop from bending over her work desk, mere panties and a see-through tanktop on, teasing her while she worked.

You didn't think she'd take it so serious, that she'd really try to teach you a lesson while she had customers waiting. But an announcement of her early break and a quick tug at the thin cotton around your hips led you to your shared bedroom, the only area in the house-slash-car repair shop with a minute bit of privacy. Even then, she barely bothered to shut the door.

Another pair of panties, ripped to shreds from her anger and lust.

"And you know how it drives me crazy, the thought of you being so filled with my cum, your cunt so full you can't breathe-- and you use it against me!" The orc huffs with a guttural groan-- you can hear her snarl her teeth.

The thought gets her fired up, one hand holding the back of your thigh to help thrust you dramatically in rhythm to her set of fingers.

You feel like a ragdoll, your hips snapping forward and back as she uses you like a cocksleeve, slipping a third, colossal finger inside of you.

You can taste the intensity of the stretch, holding onto the pillow and sheets beneath you for support. You can barely keep yourself silent, the nearing of your climax so tantalizing, so deliciously close.

"Keep quiet," she huffs, giving a warm slap palmed at your ass to spread you wider. "Can't let them know, right? Don't want anybody to hear, how well you take me;." She leans in close, hot breath and the smell of motor oil filling your senses. "How you're not going to go anywhere without a pussy full of me tonight."

Your pleasure-drunken mind wonders heedlessly if its been over 20 minutes, if your girlfriend would dare leave you unfinished, unfilled like this as punishment-- but she keeps going, propping you up to angle herself deeper inside of you.

And without warning, she slips in a fourth finger, one you didn't know if you could take.

"You're lucky I'm crazy over you, that I'd kill any other bastard that tried to fuck you like this; hah, as if they could!"

You couldn't help but arch your back at that newfound entrance, touching somewhere you didn't know could be so blissful. Your mouth leaves the pillow, drooling just slightly and drawing out an achey, stunned moan.

Your orc girlfriend grabs your hair, shoving you back down into the pillows.

"Just a bitch in heat-- can't be bothered to keep herself quiet, can you."

You can tell by her tone she's mildly annoyed, but you don't care. You'll take whatever consequences she gives, as long as she keeps herself inside of you, that she's just as eager to make sure you're bred and only bred by her.

But your erratic walls that squeeze around her fingers are suddenly pulsing around nothing. The sound of an alarm fades unceremoniously into your ears, the licks and sucks of sullied fingers overriding it. The sweet sound of them leaving her mouth makes you lift your head in agony. She's done, she's done and you haven't even had half of your fun!

A thick palm squeezes your ass almost to the extent of pain, before throwing you off her lap and onto the wet sheets.

"Don't bother me again," The orc warns, her dark hair still kept in its messy half-up, her clothes in tact except for a few dark stains that can be passed off as paint or oil. "I mean it. Or next time I won't go so easy on you."

You want to argue, to force her hands back on you or into your mouth, but you're cut off by her stern look.

"When I get off shift I want you back here, spread open for me. No earlier."

You try to give a weak "but--" before she walks away, but you're too late. The door shuts behind her, the grunts of annoyance from customers now dulled behind the door.