Yuri Fanfics Novels & Stories

The room was filled with wet slapping sounds, moans, and filthy words. “Eat your girlfriend’s pussy while I fuck it,” Marcus taunted Ryan. “Taste how wet she gets for me.” Ryan moaned underneath me and licked me even more eagerly. Jade grabbed my nipples and pinched them hard while bouncing on Ryan. “Look at you,” she whispered against my lips. “Such a nasty little slut. Getting fucked by another man while sitting on your boyfriend’s face. You love this, don’t you?” “I fucking love it,” I gasped.

He inserted his index finger into my pussy, thrusting it in and out, maintaining his thumb that slid up and down my clit. The pressure was building up fast. I moaned consistently, grabbing his hair strands and pulling on them tightly as he quickened his pace. I felt something spurt out down there, and I felt like it came orgasm. But after that, I felt I want much more than before. “Fuck me, hurry.” I cried. “I am coming in.” he said, then I felt something fill me up. He kept picking up the pace and I felt more excited than ever. I suddenly woke up and saw Lycan lying next to me. The soreness reminded me of what had happened last night.

"Yeah, we should report back." They were whispering, but Yuri could still hear what they said clearly. Her eyes suddenly flashed as she kept muttering the name Darren over and over to herself. She recalled that Darryl had used that name before. Had he been using a fake name all that while? She got excited and walked forward to the men from the Fantasy Sect. "Excuse me, do you know where Darren is now?" Yuri asked politely. The men from the Fantasy Sect turned toward her and found themselves unable to pull their eyes away from her. They were captivated by her beauty, and it took them ten seconds before they snapped back to the present.

Ariana and Thalia smiled evilly as they looked over to where Yunifer was watching the upcoming drama. The students were still dancing to the DJ's music while on the dance floor. Some, however, were paying attention to Yuriel being teased by two boys. Yuriel's consciousness appeared to be clouded by the alcohol and aphrodisiac, to the point where she didn't realize what had happened to her. One of the boys mischievously hugged her belly and whispered sensuously in her ear. Yuriel couldn't make out what was said. She felt heat all over her body and was aroused by the smell of male pheromones.

While stimulating another point of pleasure, Yuri withdraws his fingers only when he transfers the heat of my body to another. With his clean hand, he lowers the strap of my dress and, shortly after, removes his fingers from me—wet with orgasm. He soaks my still-erect nipple, squeezing and twirling it between his two fingers. "Yuri," I moan his name in a plea. I'm answered when his warm mouth takes the place of his fingers, sucking vigorously, nibbling, and then showcasing his tongue as if savoring its taste in the same way he did with the vodka.

Yuri had always been quiet, only speaking when necessary, yet she had almost withdrawn into herself after that. That is probably only part of the reason why Selina and Sunny had been appearing frequently to drag Yuri away with them to do who-knows-what. The two siblings may be Phantoms, but unlike most of the Phantoms, they tend to be quite sunny-natured and cheerful, and did wonders for Yuri’s sombre mood. Tohya approached the recreation room and opened the door. There wasn’t anyone around save for Yuri who was huddled in a corner of the recreation room reading a book, and Tohya wondered to himself what she’s doing reading in the recreation room when she could have done it in her own room.

Again he was silent for some time, except for the sound of him taking in heavy breaths of air possibly contemplating his next line of action. His presence was beginning to irk me but I chose to allow him and let him take his time with his exit. He stood there unmoving for a while until finally, he starts to speak. “well if you are so keen on wooing this human girl of yours, then I suppose it will make sense if you wrote her a letter. A love letter or something of that sort. I have been told that humans tend to love grand gestures of affection, so you have to be ready to make her world spin” Yuri finally adds at the last moment in a desperate attempt to put me in a better mood.

I said and then yawned. “Good night to you too, Your Grace.” Yuri said before turning off the lamp on my bedside table—- which is turned into a candle style one instead of the oil one— and she then headed to the door of my room before taking a bow and leaving. and for a moment there, maybe I was just sleepy and groggy, but I think I saw Yuri crack a small smile on her lips before closing the door. ‘Maybe I really am just tired to the point that I am imagining things.’ I thought to myself before shutting my eyes completely and letting myself be brought to dreamland.

"Oy." They flinched, Mijo who's trying to sleep on Era's thigh stood up, shocked. Even Flute who knew someone sat beside him, nearly jumped hearing Yuri's deep voice. They all turned their heads to what it seemed like a paint melting where Yuri slowly showed up. Ah, Yuri and her ability to copy colors and patterns. "I just remembered. Under Ela's bed..." she stopped and looked at each of them seriously. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery." 💜

Yuri’s fingers traced absent patterns on Akari’s arm, her heart still buzzing from the confessions they’d shared under the moonlight. Akari stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet Yuri’s. A sleepy smile curved her lips. “Morning, Chan,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. “You’re staring again.” Yuri blushed but didn’t look away. “Can’t help it,” she admitted, her voice soft. “You’re here, it’s real.” Akari’s smile widened, and she leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Yuri’s forehead. “Very real,” she said, her tone teasing but warm. “Now, about those pancakes I promised.”