#yerismut

The moment you stepped foot into the room Yeri was onto you, lips attacking yours, her weight practically barreling you back through the door, and if not for the lock, you might have actually tumbled back out.

Instead, the handle simply rattled, her body pressing up tightly against yours as she sought to close the distance as much as possible, leaving hardly even space to breath as her hands linked around your neck, looping around tightly as she proceeded to do the same with her legs, the slender limbs tightening around your midsection, pulling you forwards until you lurched over to a table, crashing unceremoniously into it with reckless noise.

But both of you were too far gone; just the taste of the other made you both go crazy with desire, and you could soon feel your cock stiffening under your pants, poking her core as you nipped and sucked at her neck, bruising the pristine skin, marking her body as yours, a plaything to use and empty your stress into.

“What...what took you...so long?” she panted out between kisses, between flurries of movement as both of you quickly began shedding clothing, your shirts flying off to some forgotten corner of the room, her soft black bra slipping onto the ground while you quickly paid attention to her stiff, aching nipples, dying to be pinched and flicked.

“Multivariable,” you replied, unsurprised by the giggle she gave in response.

“You haven’t fucked me in months,” she said slowly, laughing quietly, ”and you made me wait for calculus?”

You paused to think, in jest. “Biology, too.”

If her hands weren’t so occupied she might’ve flipped you off.

For a moment, you ignored her expression, instead opting to palm her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds in your firm grip while she whimpered at the contact, legs squirming slightly beneath you as the wetness between her legs grew.

As you played with her breasts, feeling the soft flesh bend easily under your touch, seeing her will succumb to your ministrations so quickly, only made you feel more aroused, your cock throbbing in your pants at her soft vocalizations.

“I told you I have a big test next week,” you growled into her ear, biting softly on the lobe as you suddenly kneaded her chest harshly, eliciting a soft groan from her. “And that I need to study.”

Your grip grew progressively stronger, making her tremble and groan louder and louder with each pulse of your palm.

“But you couldn’t wait, could you?”

She tried to maintain a haughty attitude, starting to scoff, but your other hand quickly slipped under her jeans, jamming two fingers inside of her without adjustment and she squealed, gasping for breath at the sudden penetration.

Her eyes focused dimly onto your face as you pumped your hand in and out of her, feeling her clench around you desperately, trying to suck you and hold you inside of her. “P-Please...don’t stop...”

You smirked down at her, watching her flail beneath you while your fingers curled inside of her, sliding along the drenched walls as you wrung as much pleasure as you could out her body.

“So impatient,” you whispered teasingly, your other hand brushing over her hair, feeling the sweat gather on her brow as you continued to finger her vigorously. “Imagine if someone could hear you right now.”

She gasped as you suddenly inserted another finger into her, roughly fucking her with your hand as you continued talking.

“Imagine if someone could see you, begging for me to make you cum.”

“O-Oh god, yes, please—”

Yeri was lost in bliss then, all sound bleeding away around her as she lost her senses in the intensity of the pleasure bleeding through her veins, the sparks that shot through her mind as you tweaked a nipple, squeezed another breast roughly, almost hard enough to cause pain.

At the end of the day, she was still vulnerable to you, nothing but soft putty in your arms, especially when you hugged her body closely to yours, feeling her tits press against your chest, her arms going haywire around you as she scratched and clawed at your skin.

Be careful what you wish for.

You dropped her to the ground, letting her body crumble onto the dusty, dry marble surface, your fingers slipping out her pants just as quickly as they had gone in, and she whimpered on the floor weakly, struggling to regain control of her movements.

“Strip.”

She was slow, clumsy, in her awkward haste to obey you, but she shimmied out of her pants nonetheless, her chest heaving as her breath caught in her throat. 

Watching while she slowly got up to a kneeling position in front of you, eyes watching you expectantly, you slowly took off your own pants, slowly letting your cock spring free in front of her hungry gaze before prodding her on. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

She nodded silently, eyes widening cautiously when you smiled. “Can I?”

“I’m the one asking the questions here,” you replied evenly, shutting her down quickly and effortlessly.

“I-I want to suck your cock.”

“How?”

She stopped in the middle of her reach for your shaft, looking confused.

“What?”

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be exasperated. “This is what happens when you’re greedy and you don’t pay attention,” you smirked. “I asked, how?”

Her eyes lit up in understanding, and she slowly smirked at you, licking her lips in anticipation. “Mmm, I want to choke on your cock, feel it slide down my tight little throat until I gag and cry with how fucking big it is in my fucking mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth and play with my tits until you blow your fucking load down my slutty throat.”

God, you loved how filthy her mouth was when she was needy. It was nothing if not degrading, devious, and certainly depraving as she sidled up next to your thigh, hands softly tickling your skin as she stared up into your eyes past your throbbing cock in front of her.

“Are you satisfied, daddy?”

You smiled at the pet name, an interesting kink she liked to throw at you from time to time, before grabbing her by the hair and pushing her down onto your cock, feeling her throat suddenly wrap around your lengthy, thick shaft.

“Not quite,” you grunted out as you fucked her face against your cock viciously. “But I’ll let you have a nice, long taste, since you begged so politely.”

She couldn’t respond even if she wanted to with the way you were shoving her head down by fistfuls of hair, careful not to pull too hard though you knew she was getting off just as much as you were, a pool of slick building between her legs that she desperately tried to relieve with her fingers as you pounded her throat.

“Mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph!”

Every thrust was perfect, Yeri’s mouth acting as a perfect sheathe for your cock while she gagged relentlessly, eyes watering from your rough treatment just as she had asked for. You didn’t let up, your fingers gradually tightening their grip on her head as you held her down for a few seconds, letting her tongue work its magic alone for the duration while you groaned at the feeling. “Fuck, that feels good.”

With a pop, she withdrew for breath, gasping while pumping you furiously with both hands. “Does daddy like punishing his little slut?”

“Fuck yes,” you groaned out, thrusting your hips forwards and guiding your cock to its place at the back of her throat again, savoring the sloppy feeling of her mouth and tongue, haphazardly trying to control the pace but giving up when you ignored her efforts, slamming her head up and down, up and down, rocking it back and forth against your throbbing cock. “Do you like it when Daddy fucks your throat like this?”

You looked down into her teary eyes, watching her nod slightly while blowing you vigorously until your hands pushed her down one more time, hearing her gag reflex kick in one more time before you pulled her off, dragging her over to the table by the hair. “Lie down.”

Obedient as ever, she quickly climbed up, lying down on her back before you pulled her over to the edge of the table until her head dangled off the side, hair tickling your thighs as they draped down like thick curtains.

She hardly had enough time to register what you were doing when you thrusted with the full force of your hips back into her mouth, her soft lips parting against the force of your cock pushing forwards, and saliva clung to your shaft, dripping off of it in sticky globs as you plundered her mouth with your cock, recklessly fucking her head against the side of the table while she laid on her back, helpless to move or adjust, forced to give the volatile pleasure you were taking from out of her hot orifice. Her hand crept down her stomach, teasing her clit before abandoning all pretense of holding back and plunging her digits into her slick heat, fingering herself to the rhythm of your thrusts in and out of her drooling mouth. “God, you look like such a pretty little slut with my cock in your mouth like that.”

Your hands, now free from having to grab her by the hair, moved to her chest to play with her sizable tits, her breasts bouncing and heaving with each stab of your cock down her throat.

Pinching, kneading, massaging, tweaking, you did all that you could to stimulate her soft flesh and nipples, muffled moans coming out from her as you stuffed her throat with stiff meat, her own fingers delving into her pussy deeply while your own dexterous fingers continued their ministrations on her tits, soft globes of flesh that felt firm yet tender in your grip.

Sun shined through the open window, the last golden rays of light glimmering over your bodies interlocked in rough embrace, focused solely on each others’ pleasure, and nothing else.

You could feel your eyes begin to water, your breathing becoming shallow as each thrust became more labored and difficult, her throat tightening and vibrating more furiously as she worked herself to orgasm with you in her mouth, her moans, though muffled, growing louder and stronger.

“Oh my...oh my god,” you groaned as your hips began to work erratically, Yeri’s eyes widening as she realized you were close, and your thrusts steadily became more and more powerful until you were absolutely hammering your shaft down her wanton throat, her body recoiling with each powerful buck of your hips.

Your eyes closed as you focused on the sensations running through your body, the feel of her plump red lips wrapping around the base of your cock, her warm pink tongue spasmodically caressing your shaft, the endless flood of saliva that spilled out from her mouth, drenching your cock, trailing down her face and running like a river into her silky hair.

Then it all became too much, and with a gasp you exploded, letting loose and shooting thick, sticky quantities of semen down her throat, some of it washing down her raw throat, some of it spilling back out all over her face, mixing with the mess of tears and saliva already there.

Slowly, you pulled back from her ruined form, sputtering and coughing, yet still licking up any of your cum within reach of her tongue. Her eyes were hungry, still unsatisfied, and she pulled her fingers out of her sopping wet pussy, offering them to you like a gift that you gratefully took, lapping up her sweet nectar with appreciation.

“Mmm, it’s always so thick and warm,” she mused, smirking at you. “But you know I want more.”

As if to show you, she turned around, sticking her ass up into the air needily, hands and knees flat on the table. “Come on, daddy. Come and fuck me already.”

Now it was her turn. And she was here to collect.

You smiled, moving forwards, positioning your cock at her slit before leaning forwards towards her face, brushing a stray strand of hair from her sweat-slicked forehead. “You forget...”

Your cock slid against her opening a few times, her wetness growing as you teased her folds, your face inches from hers while she whined for you to enter her.

“...how?”

“I want you to pound me, daddy. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I want you to make me scream with your big cock, shove it inside of me, shove it inside my slutty little pussy, oh god, please, please, just fuck me and make me cum already—”

You interrupted her ramblings suddenly, entering her just as jarringly as you had when you had fucked her mouth, your cock immediately being suffocated by her tight walls.

“Mmmm, daddy’s gonna ruin me, isn’t he?”

“Fuck yes I am.”

You stayed slow for a few cycles, watching her impatiently writhe with your rock hard shaft inside of her until you slowly began building the pace, building, building, building, all the while staring deep into her eyes, watching the pleasure flicker over her irises, consume her until her eyes lost their focus, her mouth agape at the blinding streaks of white that blotched her vision, your cock piercing and reaching into the depths of her cavern with powerful force, your hips clapping so harshly against her ass that you could see the skin growing red from it.

“Oh, fuck yes, daddy, stretch me out just like that, right there!”

Her head lowered down to the table surface, her body unable to summon the strength required to lift it as pleasure racked her tiny frame, her hands clenching and unclenching into fists.

You were no less rough with her this time, your hand reassuming its grasp of her hair, yanking her head back abruptly while she moaned at the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of her tight core, stretching her out for the first time in months.

Time certainly made the body grow fonder, you realized, and you suddenly heard yourself grunting in time with her cries, your own effort becoming audible in the heated and humid atmosphere of the printing room.

The haze of sex in the air, the spontaneity of the act, all of it spurred you on, and you suddenly raised a hand into the air, bringing it down with a smack against Yeri’s ass, the flesh rippling underneath the force.

She let out a squeal at the feeling, giggling almost crazily while you impaled her on your cock like your lives depended on it. “S-Spank me,” she moaned out, words barely able to form on her lips. “Spank me harder, daddy.”

You smiled, nothing but happy to fulfill her wish so you continued, your hand spanking her with increasing force each time, watching as she was reduced to nothing but a needy, horny mess on your cock, skewering her roughly.

“Such a good little whore for me, aren’t you?” you praised her, your hand absentmindedly striking her left cheek, her right cheek, her right cheek again, watching as her body jerked reflexively in excitement.

Part of you was almost angry at her, a frustrated fog of stress pouring out of you while you railed her into oblivion, her reddening ass only reminding of you of the task you could have been, should have been doing then.

Another loud slap rang out, your hand remaining on the stinging skin to knead it just as roughly, feeling the soft flesh of her ass underneath your fingers. Another loud series of moans, her eyes rolling back into her head temporarily as she struggled to think, to articulate, even to feel as her whole body surrendered to the pleasure.

She just couldn’t get enough.

Neither could you.

“Fuck yes,” she hissed out at you once she had gotten her bearings. “I’m your fucking slut—now you better fuck me like it.”

Your hands tightened around her waist at her momentary lapse in submissiveness, and you made sure to pound her back into it, quickly giving her hair a sharp tug while your other hand moved to her breasts, squeezing them harshly to her delight.

With each second that passed her slick walls gripped you tighter and tighter, the pleasure building inside of both of your bodies as you felt her slick squelch and drip around you, leaking out of her pussy lips and soaking your cock in her juices. The volume of her cries was beginning to fluctuate wildly, shifting from whispers to full shouts, her body tensing and relaxing erratically, toes curling on empty air while you swapped your grip, letting go of her hair temporarily and reassuming a tight grasp on her throat, feeling the slender skin pulsate and beat with her every gasp, her every breath and moan.

Words were beyond both of your capabilities then as you leaned forwards, wrapping your free arm around her waist, shifting the angle of you hips to attain just that extra degree of penetration into Yeri, her cries of elation turning into gurgles and out-of-breath groans, only added to when your hand slowly trickled its way down to her clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub.

It proved too much for her, and with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open in agonizing pleasure, she came hard, inner walls clenching exquisitely, momentarily silenced from the feeling of it all before she whimpered softly, the rush hitting her like a truck. You could feel the tension leave her, all of the pent-up friction and anticipation melting away as her body went limp, limbs turning into jelly, sending her tumbling to the surface of the table when you gently released her throat, slowing your thrusts to give her a brief respite.

Her orgasm rode out erratically, aftershocks hitting her at random moments as she twitched on the table, drool leaking out of her mouth amidst her ruined makeup, eyes closed in tired bliss.

But you weren’t done yet.

Not quite yet.

“Turn over.”

A second passed by before she cracked an eye open, acknowledging your order, and with slow, painstaking effort, she did as you asked, lying on her back on the smooth wooden surface, slickened with sweat, saliva, and your combined fluids.

Your arms looped underneath her thighs, pulling her closer and tucking her legs snugly around your waist, your eyes roaming the beautiful mess in front of you; hair splayed everywhere, eyeliner and mascara running down her face soaked in spit and cum, her lipstick smeared around her perfect, plump lips, still curved into a flirtatious, come-hither smile. Her arms were pressed up tightly, squeezing her ample chest together, and you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow impatient, staring at all of her ravaged, sensuous glory.

You held back no longer, pushing yourself back into her comfortably, and she let out a soft groan at the entrance, her sensitive pussy adjusting quickly to your length stretching her out again.

Slowly, you began to move, letting your bodies grow into a natural rhythm rather than one dictated purely by mechanical desire, the momentum of each thrust bottoming your cock out inside of her and making her involuntarily clench tighter around you.

“O-Oh my...god...d-daddy...”

You smirked as she gasped for words while your eyes returned to her bouncing tits, your body gravitating towards them until your lips met a hard, stiff nipple, sucking and nipping at it relentlessly while Yeri’s hands scratched at the underside of the table, trying to gouge at it with her nails.

They were soft and delicate, the flesh every bit as pliant as it had been beneath your fingers, and you soon switched to the other, your tongue flicking up and down, sucking on the tender skin, kissing, biting, marking her plentiful breasts with your ministrations.

Yeri was lost in the storm, her body tossed and turned, shaken and ravaged as you began to pick up the pace, your cock pistoning steadily in and out of her, continuing to strike her deepest nerves at a quickening rate, all while your lips attacked her neck, chest, collarbone, anywhere and anything that you could reach, leaving light bruises in your wake.

Your own stamina, however, was not limitless and already you could feel yourself grow fatigued, despite the unrelenting speed at which you slammed into Yeri’s welcoming, willing body, her whimpers and wet warmth making you wish you could never stop fucking her.

“F-Fuck, daddy’s cock always stretches me so well,” she moaned, feeling the way your cock throbbed and pulsed inside of her, her body desperately trying to milk you of anything you had left, her pussy tightening ravenously around your cock. “Aren’t I a good girl, daddy? You’ll cum in your slut, won’t you?”

You sped up at her words, making her shriek at the sudden increase of tempo.

“You’re still talking with that filthy mouth?” you growled out, leaning in close, watching her head kick back as you prepared to fuck her senseless again. “I guess I’m going too easy on you.”

You abandoned all pretense of holding back, any semblance of self-control, anything and everything unrelated to sheer lust, and began to let loose with what energy you had left, your hands pinning her down to the table around her neck, your body pushing her hips further into the air as you nailed her downwards into the table, her skin sliding backwards on the surface from the force.

Now she was silent, her mouth open wide, eyes glassy, your hands restricting her airflow while she struggled to voice the seemingly endless waves of ecstasy crashing through her body, through her core, shattering her mind into fragments, each incapable of comprehending anything except the feeling of your stiff, hard cock pumping in and out, in and out, in and out of her slick walls, throbbing with need, mere seconds away from delivering what she so desperately wanted, what she needed.

All it took was a few more thrusts, strong, but winding down, for both of you to cum, a torrent of semen draining out of your cock while you buried yourself inside of her, letting her enjoy her final gift, your warm, sticky seed swishing around in her clenching, convulsing walls.

Her hands fell to her sides, body completely spent and wasted, and you couldn’t help but collapse on top of her, her soft, sweaty thighs still entwined with your waist, your cock still inside of her heat, both of you lying on the table, panting, whimpering, groaning with the head-spinning force of your final orgasms.

It was a long silence before either of you spoke.

“Thanks, daddy.”

You chuckled at that, your arms bringing her closer to you, ignoring the puddles of fluid surrounding the two of you, dripping onto the floor.

Giving her a kiss on the forehead, you closed your eyes, curling up against her small frame, sharing warmth.

“You’re welcome, babygirl.”

She always got what she wanted.

Then both of you fell asleep.