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Yandere Billionaire x Reader Pt. II

Picrew:  Mochiibon

A/N: Bro when tell you I was so embarrassed to write that part I like turned away but my hands just kept writing. Naughty hands😗

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⚠[Warning: Yandere tendencies and mindset, a little bit of lime, like no seriously this focuses on super sexual stuff so like you should run, throw up]⚠

I can’t believe I just did that. Sliding down the door you swore your heart was beating a mile a minute. Your hands shakily came to hold your folded legs where you rested your head. You were petrified, still leaning on the door because you would have fallen on your own.  

The amount of energy and confidence you burned trying to maintain your dominance and eat as though- a man who has a net worth bigger than your existence- wasn’t staring you down was enough to make you nauseous. So you had to lean on the walls of your apartment just barely making your way to the toilet to puke out the salmon, (f/d), and all the ashes of your confidence. 

The only reason you were able to voice your opinion so eloquently was because you knew what he liked. For the years you spent working for his less-intense-brother being able to save yourself, him, and the company, observation was your forte. It becomes your greatest tool, especially when the senior employee reaches into their back pocket not to pull out his phone but to assassinate your boss. Being able to tackle him seconds before he can even aim makes it all worth it when you’ve not only saved a life but given a raise to treat yourself with an extra thousand dollars. So you’ll notice how he emotes with his eyes when his brother asks ‘if he’s ok.’  You’ll notice how his tight expression loosens up when the female waitress oversteps their boundaries a little bit. You’ll notice how his index finger twitches when she goes too far and you’ll notice his jealous glare when she flirts with you. You’ll notice her being laid off and you’ll take into account how grateful she is when you get her connected into another company. 

So you knew he hated you at first and you knew how that really was just him falling in love. You knew when he started to look as though he had something he wanted to say. You knew when your boss asked if you wanted to go on this date it wasn’t a question. 

Because you knew you could prepare just how you liked it and the rules on how to deal with a Billionaire came into place:

Don’t be pushed around. Say something if you don’t like it or if you do.

Remind him he’s in control. Don’t let all that you say be without belittling yourself.

Stop him before he starts. Predict his every move and there will be nothing to regret.

You followed these rules or at least you tried to. It was easier to say to punch a shark in the nose rather than it was actually doing it. You wanted to pull your hair out (if you have any). You ended the night without knowing where he stood and that was your immense failure of the night. 

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“Aaah yes,” he couldn’t wait ‘til he got home, ”Ohhh~(Y/n)!” Your whole demanding act was the hottest thing he ever experienced you doing and he just couldn’t stop himself from imagining you deny him. He stroked himself as he replayed a video of you in the comfort of your room weakly punching your pillow because your snotty cousin decided to drop by and ‘complement’ your house. I wish that pillow was me. He didn’t care that he knew you’d probably never do that to him, just the image of you being so above him was enough to finish him. 

He knew that he was a freak and before you he had indulged in his love for a dominant partner but it just never left him fully satisfied. That itch was scratched in the inconvenient setting of a meeting when he could hear your muffled voice scolding an employee for sexual harassment. The insults, the crying, your voice cracking from your meek-work voice even behind a wall got him riled up as he tried to focus on whatever nonsense his brother was spewing. It was the longest conversation on how his sister-in-law finally agreed to have babies.

Another time was when his brother-the little slack- had gotten a stain on his suit jacket while they were going to see their parents. You noticed the stain as the four of you-Ivanov, You, his brother, and an escort- stood in the elevator to meet the parents. He was wonderfully startled by the gasp from your tiny mouth.

“SASHA! What is that on your suit?” Accusingly pointing at the offending stain with your (e/c) eyes widened the biggest he has seen it. 

“Uhm-Oh-some ketchup.” The dolt nonchalantly responds, not nearly as worked up as you. 

“I can’t believe you DIDN”T TELL ME BEFORE-” “I’m sorry but really it's not that ba-``''NOT THAT BAD! IT Looks like a bird pooped on you!” “What really-oh no.”

You both proceed to argue back and forth like a married couple until you successfully hound him to ‘go to the bathroom’ while you ran to the car and got him a replacement. He wasn't so turned on that he couldn’t handle it but he felt something in his heart, like a spark and he was so lucky that the escort was so busy eavesdropping that she didn’t notice his blush. 

“Hey Sasha. What are your plans for tomorrow?” 

“Hey big bro, I’m probably gonna call up Angie for another ‘negotiation’ if you know what I mean.” 

“Will (Y/n) be there?” 

“Uhm-well I usually don’t take ‘goody-two-shoes’ on my illegal activity runs so-”

“So they’ll be in their office?”

“Yeah, by the way how was your da-”

“Goodbye.” 

“Geez, could've at least pretended we care about each other.”

Ivanov for a long time couldn’t smile. It strained his cheekbones and made him uncomfortable but when he knew you would be free for an office date he smiled with pure bliss.

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Yandere Billionaire x Reader

Picrew: Mochiibon 

⚠[Forewarning: Forced marriage, harassment, financial power dynamic, and sexual undertones]⚠

He didn’t like you at first, he was sure of that. He was sure he was annoyed with the way you barged into his brother’s office during their meeting. He was more than peeved when you didn’t even acknowledge him until after you were done hounding his brother to sign something.  He really hated it when you came with his brother to his work parties; dressed in a luxury jumpsuit that hugged all your curves just right. He hated that during his parties you would show less skin as you scurried around with your clipboard. He hated how commanding you could be when your voice was so high pitched. So to say he hated you, he wasn’t really lying to himself. It only made sense when the gossip of his own employees were heard: the queasiness every time you came around, the words scrambling into incoherent answers, the inability to look away and everything else in between. 

Accepting that he loved you was better than the feeling of relief after crushing an opponent and he was happy. Happy to watch you be your intrusive-bossy-self knowing that all that was left was to woo you. With hard work and his best attempts to seem friendly he eventually scored a lunch date with you. Granted you didn’t really understand the date part but he knew this and was ready to use this as the first steps to his dream relationship. 

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“So-uh Mr. Madeur, thanks for inviting me this weekend. I don’t usually have lunch so this is nice.”  

You scrambled to fill the awkward silence of this meal with unnecessary small talk-something you definitely hated but if it kept your job then your feelings be darned. Unbeknownst to you this awkward silence was very much enjoyed by the other party as he realized how much he enjoyed watching you shuffle and shift uncomfortably. 

Breaking him out of his trance with your voice he maintains his straight face as he answers, “It's my pleasure. Call me Ivonov.” He couldn’t have his significant other referring to him as his father’s name, he’s going to kill this professionalism right here and now. 

“(Y/n).”

“Yes?” You were gassing so hard right now. 

“I want you to be mine.”

“What-” 

“Mine as in marriage. You don’t have a choice” 

Your mouth hung open in complete shock, the audacity of this b- He wasn’t wrong though. The amount of power he had over you not only from his relationship with your boss but as a man who was currently running the monopoly of the world. An oil tycoon so influential he was above the media and nations conceded to his whims at a moment's notice. During a visit you witnessed him demand a private jet in the span of 30 minutes and he got it. His power over the world itself was concerning to say the least but his intrigue in you was just as if not more concerning. You could feel his gaze on you when you were writing on your clipboard when organizing events. You weren’t oblivious to the weird patterns of his speech-I mean sure he always talked weird but it was weirder around you. The only good thing about this was that you can write off the theory that he wanted to kill you. Phew.

“O-ok should I consider this a proposal?” It sounded stupid but you were serious. You didn’t know if it was different for rich people but this wasn’t how it was usually done. 

For the first time, his eyebrows lifted unevenly, curious before he chuckled lightly. “It can be considered as this, yes.” 

You began to scowl. “Where's my ring then?” 

His eyes widened slightly in shock, this was new; you on the other hand, were serious. Does this rich-boy have the audacity to ask me on a whim without a ring, on one of my only days off, and before we even get our food to marry him and expects me to just go along with it. You cross your arms now glaring at him-who is still confused and returning your glare with a stare of his own. 

“U-uhm I brought y-your salmon miss.” The waiter shivered at the energy these two exuded only for it to be broken when (Y/n) snaps their neck to beam at the plate of goodness that has been delivered. You express your gratitude before digging into your plate like your starving, intentionally ignoring the Ivonov as he is served his own plate. 

He knew how much food was a priority for you so he waited before trying to talk with you again. When you finished your plate he opened his mouth only to be stopped by your hand as you used the other to call over a waitress.  She hurries over almost feeling the stab of knives from how hard the billionaire was glaring. 

“Do you have something sweet? Or salty? Or just anything cool that I can eat fast but still be satisfied?” 

The waitress lights up, pulled back into her element, ”Oh yes, what about (F/D)?” Hardly containing a squeal of “yes” you agree, receiving her confirmation nod before going off to fulfill your order. Both of you forgetting Ivanov who was less than pleased at such wonderful expressions and noise not being made towards him. When you turn back to him your glare returns and he’s ready to verbally throw down.

“You-”

“Sh.” You put your finger up to your mouth. “Listen, Ivanov I know my position and I know yours but if you really want me you have to show me you love me.” You huffed some more, “Show me you can care for me emotionally if you want to be my husband so bad.” 

Ivanov swore his pants tightened at that. Still holding his poker face he didn’t even let the blood rush to his face when you moaned while eating your (F/D). Gosh, he had to have you.

As you finished up and let him pay you took his arm letting him escort you to the car. All the while letting the sounds of the car and the smoothing of your clothes to fill the silence. His driver pulled up to your apartment building, letting Ivanov get out of the car to follow you as you made your way up the elevator to the door of your apartment. As you opened the door, committed to closing it as soon as you got in you stopped. 

“Hey you’re not gonna fire her right?”

‘What?’ His eyes basically said. 

“I-I won’t” He totally was. You bid him goodnight leaving him turned on and even more in love standing creepily in the hallway of a commoner’s apartment building. 

To be continued?

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