Rainbow Six Siege X Reader

Yandere Doc pt. 2

Genre- Angst
Warnings- murder, swearing, obsessive behavior, masturbation
Rating- T

Doc(Gustave Kateb)

Crying was the only thing you could do. Coming home only to find out that your boyfriend was found dead left you distraught, to say the least.  Once you docked, you were quickly met with several police who escorted you to a secluded area and they broke the news to you.

Once the officers reassured you that your daughter, Jaiden, was with your parents and safe, you had a complete mental break down. You were overjoyed to hear that Jaiden was safe, but also thought it would be best if she didn't see her mommy as a complete wreck. So you called one person you knew you could always count on, your sister, Monica, but she didn't answer as it was 11 at night. So you called your best friend, Gustave.
With shaking fingers, you hit the call button on Gustave's profile. A few moments of ringing later, you hear a very sleepy and husk voice.
"Hello? Y/N, are you okay?" You stayed silent for a few seconds before your breath began to pick up and you started hiccup crying. Hearing your cries, Gustave smiled painfully to himself. He was happy because he knew that this was because of your dead boyfriend, but he felt his heart crack, knowing that he was the cause of your pain.

  "Mon Chéri, where are you? I'm coming there now." You can hear rustling in the background while he gets dressed quickly. "I-*hiccup* a-t hanger si-x, Jac-k is *hiccup* he-h-s d-d-de!" you couldn't even finish your scentence without breaking out into a sob. Gustave felt physical pain with every wail that you let out. Running to his door, he grabs his keys and practically leaps down the stairs. "Y/N, I'm about to drive to the hanger. I'm going to have to hang up, will you be okay?" You just let out a loud cry and barely audible 'yes' as response.

Ten minutes of driving and nerves building up in his stomach, and Gustave pulls into the parking lot of hanger 6. As soon as Gustave walks in, he can hear far away cries. Unsure what else to do, Gustave follows the sound of the sobs that lead to a small secluded door. Creaking it open the tiniest bit, he is immediately met with the site of you sobbing and hugging yourself on the floor.
   Immediately Gustave rushes to your side and wraps his arms around your shaking form. "C'est bon, ma chérie, je t'ai." Gustave whispers, but it is barely audible through your, quieting, but still loud sobs. "G-us*hiccup*ta-v-ve, I'm i-i." You still can barely mutter out his name, let alone form coherent words. "Shh, shh, I know, mon chéri, I'm here now." Gustave's hushed words helped calm you the tiniest bit. You found comfort in Gustave's strong, warm arms. To know that you weren't alone felt nice, sure, you had a daughter, but toddlers aren't the best listeners and don't exactly want to hear about their dead father.

After forty something minutes of crying and comfort, Gustave finally suggested that he take you home. You were terrified of being alone for the night, obviously you feared tomorrow, when you'd have to go to the police station and talk about how wonderful you late boyfriend was, all while still being questioned as some kind of criminal. Clinging onto Gustave, you let out a ragged breath. "I-i don't wa-nt to be alone to-n-night!" Your voice comes out as more of a shout, while you look up at Gustave with glossy, pleading eyes. Gustave tries to avoid your gaze and keep what self-restraint he had left. If he wanted this to play out like he wanted it to, then he'd have to wait. You were just too vulnerable at the moment. "Mon Chéri, I-" Gustave feels your grip tighten on his shirt, he looks down and immediately regrets it. Your large puppy dog eyes are brimmed with tears. Feeling himself getting lost in those big E/C eyes, he sighs. "I'll be there when ever you need me too. Let's get you home."

    The ride to Gustave's condo was short, filled with quiet sobs and whispers of comfort. Pulling into the parking lot, he leads you to his apartment. For a moment, you were stunned, well what did you expect, not a large, modern condo. Well, rainbow did pay well, and he lived alone, so it made sense.  Unlocking the door, Gustave looks back to you, imagining you smiling and holding your daughter as you both laughed. Yes, he knew he was delusional, but the idea of bringing home his  you as his wife, and your daughter nearly brought him to tears. Snapping out if his daydream, Gustave quickly shows you the guest bedroom and how to use the shower before going to his own room.

     Quickly walking down the hall, Gustave practically throws himself into his room and shuts his door. He knows it's wrong, he really does! But your sweet scent is stuck in his mind, it's intoxicating. So Gustave does what he does every night, when he's alone in his room and thinking of you. He takes out his phone and scrolls through his 'private' photos. His favorite is a photo of you in a tight skirt bent over a desk going over some paperwork, oblivious to him taking the photo in the first place. Immediately Gustave feels a rush of arousal wash over him. Closing his eyes, Gustave recalls the strawberry scent of your hair. Strong arms make their way down to his sweat pants. Quickly slipping the waist band of his sweats and boxers midway down his thigh. His erection springs up, begging for attention. Thinking of the way you cried his name, and if he tried hard enough, it almost sounded like you moaned it. The thought nearly made him climax.

Gustave wraps a large calloused hand around the base of his cock. His thumb teased the head, pre cum already leaking out. He looked at the photo and imagined how his cock would feel between your soft thighs, how your plump lips would feel against his, and how your silky h/c hair would feel balled up in his fists as he fucked you from behind.
   
    Stroking his cock impossibly fast, Gustave began to softly moan your name. Arching his back, he thought of you again. How your long thick eyelashes would look batting at him while you sucked his cock, how your sweet, sultry voice would sound begging for him to fuck you harder, deeper, OH GOD!

    Gustave's back wasn't event touching the bed, his free hand flew to his mouth to muffle the loud cry of your name that fell from his pillowy lips as he came. Ragged breaths shook Gustave as he laid still and attempt to catch his breath. Getting up slowly, Gustave goes to shower and then sleep.

Yeah I'll do part 3 tomorrow, I'm tired
Forgot to add this, my Tumblr is in all French, so if you prefer that then I'll also post there if I feel like it. It's my first language so I made something dedicated to it