Yuri Genre Novels & Stories

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.

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

Maybe Yuri grew soft because J City people are not as stubborn as Russians, they are just normal people who want to live their lives in peace, and he took advantage of that and instilled fear in them to get them to do what he wants. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I woke up feeling like I was being watched, I know I sent DJ and Krystal away. There is one person who could be in here Yuri, or his men. I turned and put a hand under my pillow gripping my gun in my hand then quickly turn then pointed my gun. “Woah! It’s only me.” damn Yuri, I think I need my place now, him coming into my penthouse like this just because he owns the hotel does not sit well with me.

Yuri’s hazel eyes, cold and calculating, darted to the guard closest to him, a burly thug named Marco, pants around his ankles, fucking Alexei’s mouth while high on meth. Marco’s belt, complete with a sheathed combat knife, lay discarded on the concrete floor, just out of reach. Yuri’s lips twitched into a smirk. Amateurs. “Hey, big guy,” Yuri rasped, his voice low and taunting, laced with the Russian accent he’d never shed. “You gonna cum again, or you just jerking off for show?” Marco snarled, distracted, thrusting harder into Alexei’s throat. Yuri seized the moment, his chained hands straining against the bolts.

"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." 💜

“Enough.” But Devin kept his eyes on Koji. “She’s not a weapon. She’s a person.” Koji said quietly, “She’s both.” Yuri looked down at the key. Then at all of them. “I’m going to Room Zero,” she said. “Alone.” Sang-woo shook his head. “No way—” Devin stepped forward. “Yuri—” She raised her hand. “No. This is my past. My blood. If she’s alive, I’m not letting anyone else decide who she becomes.”

Hitomi Kirisawa had always been a fan of classical music, though her favourites were actually the piano pieces composed by the South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. Yuri clenched her hands into fists by her sides, not showing any emotions outwardly. “How many people have you threatened or killed in order to attain that piece of information?” Yuri spoke blandly, betraying nothing in her voice at all. Kami ignored that snipe at him, and smiled a small and grim smile at Yuri. “It’s been a long time, Yuri-chan,” he said. “You’ve grown up.” Yuri’s right eye twitched visibly before she glared at Kami, her hands still clenched into fists by her sides. She gritted her teeth together with slight

Yuri looked at Leah and ran up to her with a wide smile on her face. "Leah Onee-chan." Yuri jumped on Leah. Yuri was half-Japanese because her father was Japanese. Due to her habit and love towards her father's language, Yuri calls Leah Onee-chan...it is used to refer to as a big sister in Japan. Leah finds it very cute when Yuri calls her Onee-chan. "Yuri, where is your mom?" Leah asked while breaking the hug. She cupped the little one's fluffy cheeks. Yuri was half-Japanese but she didn't look Asian at all. In fact, she looked more like Leah.

"I want to hug you. Don't you like me hugging you?" 00Shen Jianchuan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I like it, but you are still young..." 00"I'm not young. I'm an adult now." Yuri put her lips on his neck. She found that she really liked him. He was not honest on the surface, but he was also a gentleman in his bones. If he had been with another man, he would have been unable to control himself. 00She was not confident in her charm. Instead, she was sending herself to someone's door. How many men could resist her?

Yuri gulped down the sweets that were in his mouth and looked in disdain at the guy who was once again smiling creepily. “You need to spend some time in horni jail,” Yuri rolled his eyes at Kim. “Heh, but you did like it when I did a perverted thing to you.” Kim caught hold of his arms and pulled him in a tight hug. “What? There is no such thing as that!” Yuri said in a high pitched tone but that only gave away his squeaking voice. With his arms being caught, he did not even have time to run away from there. All he could do was try to slowly find