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Yuri tilted Natsuki’s head up to hers with a gentle hand, making sure to get every drop from the small cut on Natsuki’s rosy cheeks. Natsuki didn’t fight it. In fact, this is a small ritual for the both of them. Anytime Natsuki’s father would lash out, she’d would run to Yuri’s house. Not for comfort or pity, but for praise.
You see, Yuri has this arousal whenever she sees someone who’s battered and disheveled. Something about it had her in a chokehold and she’s already guessed that it had to do with her enjoyment of cutting herself, except that it was increasingly spreading to other sorts of “kinks”. Now Natsuki was certainly not a masochist, but rather when she ran to Yuri for the first time for some type of comfort instead she got, “You’re such a strong girl..” praised for how strong she was and how she tasted good. Her stomach would flip at those words. After that, she kept seeking Yuri, and Yuri kept accepting her with open arms, to the point where her nails started to dig in Natsuki’s ribs.
They were chest to chest, sitting on her lap, on her bed. This was what Natsuki was imagining all day. Yuri’s arm lowered back down to wrap around Natsuki’s waist.
“hah..” feeling Yuri’s breath on her cheek made Natsuki’s eyes flutter, “You taste so good..even if it was a small amount of blood.” Yuri murmured, pulling away only slightly.
Seeing Yuri’s purple eyes fixated on her made Natsuki feel nervous, “Don’t stare at me like that.. I look like a mess.” she turned her head away, but it was immediately snapped back by Yuri’s hand gripping her face. Her cheeks squished by the hold, making her look like a blow fish.
“I love you like this. You’re perfect.” Yuri lowered her head, putting her face in the crook of Natsuki’s neck. Her grasp didn’t falter, “You’re very endearing..like this.”
This was..off. Natsuki had never heard those words before. Yuri had only praised her on her taste and strength but now this was feeling strangely intimate, personal. ‘Endearing?’ ‘Cute?’ ‘Perfect?’ The feeling of Yuri, breathing her scent in? It made Natsuki jolt quickly. She pulled away, “I-I have to go..the festivals tomorrow and the cupcakes-“ A total lie that was about to spill from her mouth but Yuri didn’t let her finish it.
In a flash, Natsuki was laid back on the bed, Yuri above her, holding her wrists down, “No, you can’t leave me yet..” Yuri spoke. A pause of silence feel between them, allowing them to hear the rain pattering against the glass window. Her face than lowered close to Natsuki’s “I want to cut you, savor you some more..”
Natsuki’s eyes widened, “Yuri, what are you doing..?” Her breath trembled unnoticeably.
“You take me so good.. I want you to stay with me, forever..” Her face went into Natsuki’s neck again. Her rich purple hair fell onto Natsuki’s face, it immediately gave her the smell of sweat from the arousal and Yuri’s lavender shampoo.
Before Natsuki could respond to such a crazed request (more of a demand) Yuri bit her hard, at the side of her neck. Natsuki let out a small gasp. Under Yuri’s teeth started to bloom a soft red, the beginning of a bruise.
“O-ow! Yuri, stop that..!”
Yuri let go, but on her own accord. “Be good for me, Natsuki. Be strong, you’re always strong.” Natsuki’s cheeks flushed as if she wasn’t begging for Yuri to stop a second ago. The words got stuck in her throat and feeling Yuri nuzzle against her neck wasn’t helping her, “You never fail to impress me. Look at how well you handled that.”
She stammered for a second more before she felt one of Yuri’s hands lift her white tank top up. Luckily Yuri didn’t lift it over Natsuki’s breasts but she was tempted to. Yuri then drawed a line, from the middle of her visible ribs down to her belly button, “I want crawl inside you.. so that you can keep me safe. You can keep me safe, can’t you?” Natsuki’s sides and stomach had splotches of purple and yellow bruises covering her pale body, the sight of them just made Yuri more excited.
A swallow came from Natsuki that was very visible to Yuri, it made her smile in this creepy manner. Like seeing Natsuki nervous like that was the cutest thing she’s seen.
“I-“ she can’t accept this! This was creepy and gross. How can Yuri even say things so gory things like that? She can almost throw up imagining those graphic words, “..I can..” but, the praises were making her walls tumble. Who cares if it’s creepy? Yuri was calling her strong and impressive! How can that not make someone melt.
A blush covered Yuri’s cheeks, it was noticeable on her pale skin. The smile grew wider. Her face leaned closer to Natsuki’s, “Do you mean that? Really?”
“Y-yes..I do.”
Yuri’s hands were fully off her wrists. They landed on Natsuki’s sides “Tell me you want me to play with you.” Yuri’s voice and eyes softened. Now that Natsuki accepted this there was no reason to rush this moment.
Natsuki’s breathing became strangely calm. Why was Yuri’s voice relaxing her now? What a strange sense of zen that has come over her, “I want you to play with me..Yuri”
“I know you do..my resilient angel.” Yuri murmured before she pressed a kiss onto Natsuki’s lips.
Yuri’s lips were soft, the kiss was gentle with an undertone of possessiveness. Natsuki didn’t hesitate to kiss back. Her eyes fluttered closed trying to match Yuri’s pace.
When Yuri pulled back she lowered her lips to the start of the invisible line she drew with her finger. Natsuki’s breath hitched feeling Yuri start to kiss down, following the line. Natsuki stifled a soft sigh, putting an arm over her mouth.
When Yuri reached her belly button she didn’t stop, continuing down with a certain goal in mind. Her hands fell to the pink and white shorts starting to lower them.
Stay with Yuri forever? Yeah..Natsuki can do that.