Growls and Purrs

It was a while after you moved in, and Yuri was only herself a tenant for a short span by the time you joined her. She was a pretty girl at the very least; there were times you caught yourself staring, and other times she caught you. Good thing your interest was mutual, and the odd moments of Yuri looking with a bit too much interest in your direction was most common when you’d only just left the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel.

It started from that: teasing each other by walking in the common spaces of the apartment with less clothes on than you’ve been used to but not so little as to be weird—an afternoon of you in an undershirt showing off your arms gets you a night of her in shorts that covered nothing of her thighs. It came to a peak when one night Yuri, after a particularly long and splashy bath, came out of her room dressed in a thin pink top, tiny black FTBs that showed off more than even her parents had ever seen of her, and literally nothing else. She dried her hair with a towel, wafting her lavender shampoo all over, and crashed next to you on the sofa before picking up the popcorn bowl for herself.

It was all of five minutes of you sharing the popcorn while she idly scrolled her phone when she caught you again, only this time you couldn’t hold back. And who could blame you? A girl like that doesn’t come by every day, especially not one so eager to have you too. You took her lips and she melted so easily into the kiss like you’d been married for just a couple months. Her tongue felt heavenly on yours—with the way she explored your mouth you knew that she felt the same—and you couldn’t get enough of her. It was hellishly intoxicating, as the scent of lavender grew stronger and stronger the further into her you fell, and soon she had her arms wrapped around your neck while you trapped her between yourself and the couch cushions and threatened to hold her there forever. Frantic and reckless was the way she tore off her skimpy clothes: her shorts dangled around only one of her knees and her tank top scrunched right under her neck to reveal a pair of luscious tits she’d been dying to show you since forever.

She tugged at your shirt with a primal need, wanting to somehow be even closer to you, to somehow not break the kiss while you undressed to meet her where she is. It was impossible, though, but the few seconds you were away from her were well worth the trouble: her hands roamed all over your chest and back and everywhere she could reach, and she thanked you by making quick work of your pants–at that point you had to wonder whether she had experience with this sort of thing with how easily she got them off.

A few cursory rubs between her legs told you everything you needed to know: she was soaking wet and shuddered under your fingers and jerked like every graze over her sex would be the one to push her over the edge. It was the easiest thing in the world then to start satiating your lust for her using her, and with the way her hips moved along with yours, she told you she was using you right back.

You trailed kisses from her lips down lower and lower to her neck, paying special attention to where you feel her pulse. She tugged at your hair and pushed you to other spots on her neck to kiss and mark to every degree of success, all the while she got more and more frantic of what she wanted from you. It was a thick haze you both found yourselves in: she wanted everything from you, to feel you anywhere and everywhere, and you wanted the exact same thing; not as urgent but just as careful. So why was it getting so hard to keep her under control?

It finally came to the point where she cleared from the mind fog and woke up with her wrists pinned above her head, and she melted when she found you still over her, face to face, nowhere else to look but to you and you alone. She brought her lip between her teeth, and it told you all you needed to know. With your free hand, you aimed your cock right at her soaking cunt, and you rubbed your tip all over her folds. She choked on her spit as you did, surprised and deathly turned on at what you were threatening her with, or perhaps promising her. The look in her eyes screamed a carnal need that only you could help her meet, and you did.

Fuck being gentle, fuck being slow, and fuck Jo Yuri. It would never have been this easy to do so had it not been weeks and weeks of teasing each other, and memories slowly resurfaced: the way she bent over the counter while eating chips just as you happened to walk by, the way she put her arm under her chest while on the phone, the way she only ever somehow was just putting on something half-decent whenever she answered your knocks on her bedroom door.

Now that you had her, or that she had you, you slid into her like the most natural thing in the world, and Yuri all but disagreed. Every inch you pushed into her brought her moans even higher, without any hint of discomfort until you were all the way inside her. Only then did you notice her eyes shut tight, her teeth almost drawing blood from her lower lip, and you had to reassure her that it’ll feel better soon.

“I know,” she said in between deep breaths as her fingers ran through your hair, “I always thought it would,” her moans rising in pitch as she pulled you into her neck, “it’s everything I’ve dreamed of,” she shivered as you started to move inside her.

And it was heavenly, having a woman like this under you, taking your cock like it’s exactly what she needed to survive. Her breath hitched each time you bottomed out in her, and it was the first of the good spots you’ve come to memorize since. You hit it again and again, and again and again her grip on your back tightened, her breath shook, her pussy making your cock slicker.

“Ah, fuck, yes,” straight into your ear with every thrust into her dripping cunt. Her velvet walls squeezed your cock as she writhed underneath you—she arched her back uselessly as you kept her pinned on the cushions, but the both of you knew she wasn’t trying to get free. “Fuck me harder…” she pleaded in that whiny voice you’ve come to love. The wet slapping sounds coming from where you two connect only turned her on even more, and the more she asked in that voice the more it felt so fucking good to be getting off to the body that teased you constantly.

Her wrists pinned over her head, your hand wrapped around her neck, her tongue sticking out as she watched you tower over her weak, submissive form. Fuck her deeper, faster, rougher; never mind the tears that formed in the corners of her eyes or how they crossed as you pounded her helpless body like all she was was a toy. Her toes curled and uncurled in a rhythm you couldn’t quite place, her breath was unsteady and labored, with her only reprieve being the moments you let her neck go only to slap her tits.

“ Shit, I’m your fuckdoll, use me—” before she choked again. Drool dripped down her chin as her tongue hung out, Yuri too fucked out to know what to do with it. Another moment for her to breathe, and her tits jiggled against your open palm. Have the slightest bit of mercy for her, and another harsh slap as your hand met her tender breast again. You soothed her like your groping her chest made it all better, and in a way, it did. It had gotten overwhelming, tears streamed freely down her beautiful face as she grew tighter and tighter around you, and you knew she was close.

Your hand wrapped around her neck again, cutting off her air just as she was about to take one in. Her eyes crossed, tongue out, babbling nonsense as her brain powered down; she was losing her mind, and she trusted you to take advantage of her however you wanted.

Her thighs shook, her back arched further, her cunt throbbed—and you felt your release was imminent, faster and faster in this needy, warm hole—before a strangled moan finally fought its way through your grip. Her pussy gripped your rock hard cock tight, and streams of her girlcum splashed all over your crotch. Her vulnerable body jerked with each squirt, drenching your cock and the cushions underneath her sore cunt with her nectar. The way her tits and thighs jiggled, the way she thrashed trying to get free and cum the way she wanted; there wasn’t any sight of her luscious, willing body that didn’t turn you on even more.

“Yuri,” you whispered right into her ear, “I’m gonna fill you up, and you’re gonna fucking take it.” And her response you couldn’t tell if it was a nod or just her in the middle of the most groundbreaking orgasm she’d ever had. She screamed your name as she felt you pounding her poor hole, and at last the pressure in your balls cracked open the floodgates: one final thrust deep into her warm, wet cavern and ropes of your hot cum shot out of you and straight into her womb. With how she jerked and twitched beneath you as you filled her up, you could have sworn she really was just a premium sex toy instead of your teasing roommate.

Without even the chance to recover, Yuri was sent into another climax, her gorgeous voice growing hoarse as she screamed every expletive she knew. The heat she felt inside her was unbearable, and the feeling of being filled by your seed only cemented into her mind that she’d never feel this good again without you.

Her eyes fluttered closed as her labored breathing desperately forced air back into her lungs; she lay there sweaty and motionless, your cum leaking out of her sore cunt and onto the couch, and you swear she’d never looked so sexy. Her sultry smile, the bruises only beginning to form around her neck, and her last effort before she completely passed out: she found your hand and brought it to her aching chest, asking you to soothe her abused tits. You did as requested, and as you toyed with her boobs, you noticed a sweet-sounding snore coming from your new toy.