Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

Final exams were done. Phew. Although December and snowy, the relief that spread through warmed you up almost as much as the anticipation of meeting your girlfriend. 

The soft chime of the café's bell rang as you stepped inside, a gust of winter air following you before the door closed. A warm wave of cinnamon, coffee, and melted chocolate greeted you instantly, chasing away the December chill. You scanned the tables near the frosted windows, spotting her before she noticed you. 

Yukari Takeba—your girlfriend. The young twenty-year-old woman sat with her back to the door, her gaze out the window, chin resting lightly on her hand. Snowflakes danced outside, the first real snowfall of the season, and they looked like they might've been choreographed just for her. She wore a dark, off-the-shoulder winter dress trimmed with soft fur, the same shade as the faintly silvered clouds above. A black choker hugged her neck, and her short auburn hair curved perfectly against her cheekbones. She seemed so effortlessly elegant—like the kind of beauty you'd see on a magazine cover in a department store, which made sense, considering she was a model. 

Yep, your girlfriend was a model. Lucky guy. 

You approached the table, and she turned at the sound of your boots on the tiled floor. Her face lit up when she saw you, her usual poised demeanor giving way to the warmth that only you seemed to bring out. 

"Hey, stranger," you teased, sliding into the seat across from her. "You still remember me?" 

She rolled her eyes, a grin tugging at her lips. "Don't start. I've been swamped with finals and—ugh—everything else." Her voice softened, and she reached out to rest her hand over yours. "Sorry for disappearing on you." 

"Don't apologize," you said, squeezing her hand lightly. "We've both been drowning in textbooks and caffeine for the past few weeks. I get it." 

The two of you ordered hot chocolates, and by the time the mugs arrived, Yukari looked more relaxed. The steam curled between you as she cupped her mug, her fingers brushing the ceramic for warmth. 

"God, I needed this," she said, taking a careful sip. "Finals were murder." 

"No kidding. I think I forgot what daylight looked like for a while there. But you—Miss Takeba, future supermodel and brainiac—had it way worse, I bet." 

She laughed, setting her mug down. "I don't know about 'supermodel.' If anything, I'm more like an understudy compared to some people I've worked with." Her brow furrowed slightly, and she gave a half-smile. "Like Rise, I told you about her—she's a total natural and literally an idol. And Ann… she's almost annoyingly perfect. Makes it hard to stand out sometimes."

"Let me guess," you said, smirking. "They can't compete with you, right?"

Yukari snorted, but her cheeks turned pink. "Shut up." 

You leaned in closer. "I mean it. Your friends might have whatever it is models have, but they don't have this." You gestured vaguely toward her with a grin. "That 'Yukari Takeba charm.' One-of-a-kind." 

She rolled her eyes again, but you caught the way she hid her smile behind her mug. 

The moment was interrupted by the sudden buzz of her phone on the table. She sighed, glancing at the screen before picking it up. "Ugh, it's my agent," she muttered before answering. "What's up?" 

You sipped your hot chocolate while she spoke, her tone polite at first but quickly shifting to annoyed. "Wait, what? No, I thought we were done for the month... Yeah, I know I said I'd be free, but I kind of want to have, I don't know, a life?" She shot you a tired look, shaking her head. "Fine, fine. I'll think about it." 

She hung up with an exasperated sigh and slumped in her seat. 

"Sounds fun," you said, raising an eyebrow. 

"They want me for another gig next week," she said, running a hand through her hair. "I told them I was done for December, but apparently, that means nothing." 

"You should just tell them to screw off," you said, half-joking. 

To your surprise, she was quiet and contemplative, then laughed. "You know what? Maybe I will." She quickly typed out a message on her phone, and when she hit send, she looked up at you with a triumphant grin. "Done. They can find someone else." 

"Wait, really?" you asked, laughing. "I didn't think you'd actually do it." 

"Why not?" your beautiful girlfriend said, leaning forward, her eyes sparkling. "I'd much rather spend December doing what I want. Like being here with you." 

Your chest tightened at her words and you couldn't help but smile back. "Well, in that case, what should we do now?" 

Yukari tilted her head thoughtfully, then broke into the cutest smile you'd ever seen. "You tell me, Mr. Planner." 

You laughed, leaning over to gently take her hand. "How about we head back to my place? We can relax, watch something, just...be lazy for once." 

She pretended to think about it, then nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds perfect." 

The two of you finished your drinks and bundled up for the cold before stepping outside. The snow had picked up, soft flakes dusting the ground and painting the city in white. Yukari looped her arm through yours as you walked, and you couldn't help but glance at her outfit again. 

For a moment, her hand glided along a railing and she stopped to check the scenery. Then she turned toward you.

"Okay, I have to say it," you said. "You look amazing." 

She smiled politely, a bit embarrassed. "Oh? Just now noticing?"

"No, I mean it," you continued. "You have such a great sense of style. But..." You hesitated for a moment, then added, "You look cold." 

"I'm fine," she said quickly, though the slight shiver in her voice betrayed her. Before she could protest, you slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer as you walked. 

"Cheesy," she muttered, though the way she leaned into you gave her away. "This is nice." 

"Yeah," she murmured. "All because of you." 

"I didn't do anything." 

A beat passed. She was quiet. "You know, before meeting you, I…I never made any good friends. College was different from high school. Scarier and bigger and…I didn't know what I was doing until you came along." 

"I'm glad I came along then." 

She smiled and looked up at you. She admired you the same way you once had. "Me too." 

The walk back to your place was filled with easy conversation and playful banter, the kind of moments that felt natural and effortless with her. Snow crunched underfoot, and the world around you seemed quieter, as if the snowfall had muffled everything except the sound of her voice. 

When you reached your apartment, the heater was on full blast and melting all the previous cold. It was like stepping into one of those amazing, high quality supermarkets with the amazing AC. Your place was like that. 

Yukari shrugged off her coat with a contented sigh. "So warm…I forgot about the amazing heater you have." 

The apartment door shut behind you. Yukari slipped off her boots and coat, hanging them neatly by the door as you did the same. She shook out her hair, still dusted with faint traces of snow, and shot you a playful smile. 

"Mind if I use your bathroom?" she asked, already unzipping her gloves. 

"Go ahead," you replied, gesturing toward the hallway. "Towels are on the rack if you need them." 

She nodded and disappeared down the hall, leaving you in the sudden stillness of your living room. You stood there for a moment, looking around your apartment as if it had somehow changed in her absence. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the air—soft, floral, and completely her. 

Dropping onto the couch, you leaned back, running a hand through your hair as your thoughts wandered. 'How did I even get this lucky?' you mused, staring at the ceiling. Yukari Takeba—beautiful, witty, strong, and way out of your league—was somehow your girlfriend. The fact still felt surreal sometimes, like you'd wake up one day and find out it had all been a dream. 

You thought about her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled when she teased you, the way she blushed when you complimented her—even after six months of dating, her reactions were still the same. Yukari wasn't just beautiful on the outside—though she certainly was; you'd have to be blind not to notice—but everything about her radiated this unshakable energy. She was perfect in ways you didn't think people could be, yet here she was. And she was yours. 

'And on top of that, she's a model AND a superhero,' you thought, a slight grin tugging at your lips. 'What are the odds of dating someone who belongs on billboards and killed a god? Someone who has agents calling her every other day and also can summon some superhero?' 

Yukari told you about Personas. She told you about the nightly work she once did when she was young. You probably wouldn't have believed her either if not for the fact that she summoned her Persona. Showed and demonstrated its power. It was incredible. 

Not to be dirty but to be dicking down a powerful woman was kinda hot. She could easily blast you into oblivion with her Persona Isis. She chose not to let that happen. She chose to instead be with you. Be intimate with you. 

You let out a soft laugh to yourself. Although you had never caught a glimpse of Persona after that one time, that didn't mean Yukari wasn't interesting otherwise. She was a popular introvert that always downplayed her modeling gigs, brushing them off like they were just another job. But you knew how hard she worked, even if she pretended otherwise. She even made time for you when it mattered, like tonight. That thought alone made your chest tighten with a mix of gratitude and affection. 

The sound of the bathroom door opening pulled you from your thoughts, and you sat up slightly, expecting Yukari to return with her usual casual confidence. What you weren't expecting was the sight that greeted you next. 

Nice, round breasts. 

Slim, long thighs. 

A clean, pretty cunt. 

A coy smile. 

Your cock had never popped a boner so quickly. 

You froze, eyes wide, as Yukari sauntered into the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of black stockings that hugged her legs perfectly. Her auburn hair framed her face, still damp from where she must have washed it, and her skin seemed to glow faintly in the light of your apartment. Her hourglass figure was breathtaking, her curves perfectly accentuated in a way that left you utterly speechless.

She smiled upon seeing your reaction and did a little spin, giggling. Her ass was tight and heart-shaped and—oh god, you just wanted to start jerking off right then and there. Yukari Takeba's image and body was delicious and juicy. 

'N-no wonder she doesn't do bikini shoots…' 

If she did… 

You didn't want to imagine the amount of cum you'd spill over the bikini cover. 

Frozen like an owl, head turned, Yukari slipped up behind the couch and went down to drape her arms around your neck. The warmth of her bare skin pressed against the back of your neck sent a shiver down your spine, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear. 

"I've been thinking about you all night," she whispered, her voice lower and more seductive than you'd ever heard it before. "And I'm tired of waiting." 

Your heart skipped a beat, her words taking a moment to register. It was so out of character for her—Yukari was flirty and playful, sure, but she wasn't the type to be this forward. Or so you thought. 

You touched her hand and turned your head back rather than to the side. You could see it now, her face and a generous view of her cleavage. You smirked. "Yukari... What happened to the girl who used to blush every time I complimented her?" 

Her cheeks flushed instantly, though her expression shifted into something between embarrassment and annoyance. "Oh, shut up," she muttered, pulling back slightly but keeping her arms around you. "I'm trying something new, okay? And you're ruining it." 

You couldn't help but laugh softly, leaning back against her arms. "No, no, I'm not ruining it. It's just... unexpected, that's all." 

Yukari pouted and ripped away from you. She crossed her arms, her breasts jiggling as if whining. "Well, do you want me to keep going, or should I just get dressed and pretend this never happened?" 

The bluntness of her words made your smile widen. You properly stood on the couch and looked at her. Really looked at her. God, she was sexy even when she was pouting. "You're really laying it on thick tonight, hm~? You want to get dicked down that badly?" 

"T-that's…" She pouted and looked away, redder than before. Then, slowly, she looked back and opened an eye. "Y-yes…" 

"What was that? I can't hear you?" 

"I…I can to get dicked down. I want your cock." 

I want your cock.

Your cock. 

Nobody else's. Yours. She couldn't see your raging boner but god dammit did it throb from that little statement. So you did what you had to do, you unzipped your pants and let your painfully erect cock spring out. Yukari blinked and then smiled. 

There was that look on her face. A reignited sense of confidence. Yukari was no bumbling shy girl, she could smirk and tease when she wanted to. "Now you want to get down to business, hm?" 

Without another word, you reached forward up to cup her face gently. The slight irritation in her eyes faded as you pulled her closer, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly deepened. Her arms slipped from your shoulders to wrap around your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair. 

The kiss ended and you smirked when it did. "Can't wait, hm? Tired of thinking of me all night?" you teased. 

"Shut up." She rolled her eyes. "Now are we fucking or not?" 

You answered her with a kiss. She climbed the couch during the steamy, hot make-out session, helping you take off your shirt and lightly stroking your cock. This woman knew what she was doing. She knew the effect her little stockings had. 

Suddenly, she was straddling you. You could feel the warmth of her skin against yours, the faint hum of her breath as she leaned into you completely. Your hands slid down her back, tracing the curve of her waist before resting on her ass cheeks. You gave them a nice squeeze. 

'Like burger buns,' you liked to tease her. Her booty like the rest of her was flawless and so you teased her with that term. 

The kiss broke for a moment, and you met her gaze, her flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes making your heart race. 

"Does that answer your question?" you asked. 

She smirked. Straddling you like this gave her the height advantage. "Took you long enough." 

She had you pinned to the couch, her slender legs straddling your hips, and the way she looked at you—her eyes half-lidded and confident, her cheeks flushed—made your chest tighten. 

Her hands slid down your chest, fingers trailing lightly over your skin as she leaned back just enough to give herself space. Her body, clad only in those sheer stockings that clung to her thighs, was illuminated by the flickering lights. You couldn't stop staring at her, at the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, at the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. She was breathtaking.

That was when she grabbed your cock and proceeded to slip into her tight cunt. "God…!" 

In one fell swoop, every inch of your cock was stolen by this bewitchingly gorgeous girl. She was like a toasty and warm blanket, not too tight and just overwhelmingly soft. Like Yukari herself. She was soft. She was kind. She massaged and tended to your every need in ways she didn't realize. 

Her pussy was the same. 

"Y-your cock," Yukari gasped out, "i-it never gets smaller. Hng~!" 

"W-well, cocks aren't supposed to do that," you shot back, smiling. "I-it's not like your tits get smaller, right?" 

Yukari huffed and smiled. This bit of banter during sex was riveting. It challenged her to go faster and for you to moan. "Wiseguy," she said. Her ass slammed down on your cock. Slam, slam, slam! Faster, faster, faster— 

Until she slowed down again. 

"Mm, you're so tense," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. Her fingers danced along your shoulders, massaging away the tension as she shifted her weight slightly, grinding against you in a slow, deliberate motion. The friction made you groan, your hips instinctively bucking up to meet hers. It was clumsy, pathetic, and it was Yukari who ended up setting the tone anyway. 

Yukari smiled, her lips brushing against yours. "Relax," she whispered, her voice like silk. "Let me take care of you, honey." 

Slow, delightful rocks of her hips. Your cock loved it. It didn't want to take control. You started to relax. 

Her kiss was deep, hungry, her tongue sliding against yours as her hips began to move in a steady rhythm. Her hands roamed freely now, one cupping her breast while the other drifted down to make you grab the other. The sight of her touching herself, of her wanting you to touch her, sent a shiver down your spine and your other hand grabbed her ass. 

Yukari Takeba was riding you. The dream of many men in your college. The dream of any man right after exams. A nice fuck with your girlfriend. 

"Fuck…!" 

"You feel so good," Yukari moaned against your lips. She arched her back, her body pressing closer to yours. Her breasts brushed against your chest. Your hands then went over to grab her ass cheeks, wanting to control some of her thrusts. But this woman, this was her position.

"I love you," you gasped, your hands sliding up her sides to grip her waist. Ass or waist, it was all so soft and delightful. Yukari was moving faster now, her hips rocking against yours in a way that left you trembling. 

"Ah~! Nnngh~! T-this cock! This cock! Haaahh~!" Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and you could feel the slickness between her thighs as she ground herself against you. She loved it. She loved you. 

Yukari's hands were everywhere—on your chest, in your hair, gripping your shoulders—and her kisses were relentless. She didn't let you catch your breath, her lips devouring yours as she moved faster, harder, until the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. That loud, iconic statement of rutting. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped, her nails digging into your skin as she threw her head back. "Haahh~! Nggghhh! Don't stop…! Please don't stop…!" 

You couldn't have stopped even if you wanted to. Your hips thrust up to meet hers. You felt yourself edging closer to the brink. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yukari was right there with you, her cries growing louder, more incoherent, until finally, with a sharp gasp, she came undone. 

"Cumming!" 

Her cunt clenched around you and you gasped with her. "Cumming too!" Yes, you were drawn over the edge with her and you buried your face in her breasts as the world seemed to explode around you. Spurt, spurt, spurt! Copious amounts of cum filled her young pussy up. For college students, this might have been foolish. An idiotic mistake. 

But for Yukari, whether it was before or after or during, there was no regret. Yukari Takeba loves to get creampied. If there was a chance for you to cum inside, she took it. Always. Without exception. Without asking. If you had chosen to cum outside, she would consider a travesty and beg for a load afterward. 

"Nnnngh~!" She lewdly moaned and kissed you while your load gave her the pleasure she desired. Then, like your exams, it came to an end. 

For a moment, everything was still, the only sound was the ragged breathing that filled the room. 

Yukari sighed contentedly and she nuzzled into your neck. "That was…" she giggled softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest. "Amazing." 

Then she kissed you again. Then when the kiss ended, she stared at you. She loved you without saying it. However, deep in her pupils, you saw it. Love. Old love. "You know, I…I haven't felt love for anyone like this since…since him." 

Makoto. Her ex-boyfriend. You softened. There was no hate here, only sorrow. After all, you didn't know the specifics but something happened to him. Something bad. 

"His name was Makoto. I…I bet the college rumour mill already told you that, huh?" She laughed but it was a hollow laugh. "I loved him. I really did. But he sacrificed himself for us.

He sacrificed himself for SEES and for the world and…" She almost teared up. "I thought with all our powers and Persona, we could change it. Change his fate. Change everything." 

You were quiet. You let her speak. 

"But I learned that just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should. Ha, but it doesn't make moving on any easier. It was hard. So hard. Some days, I wished I could just go back to those days with him. I still sometimes wish for it." 

She laughed a little, cried a little, and then looked up at the ceiling and finally your face. That was when you went in for a soft kiss. She happily accepted it. "Thank you," she murmured. 

Yukari's lips lingered on yours, still swollen and warm from the earlier passion. Not to mention that soft kiss stirred up your cock. Yukari noticed. It was still inside her, after all. She rocked her hips a little before touching your forehead with her own. "Mm, still hard, I see." Her breath mingled with yours, soft and erratic, as she pulled back just enough to whisper in your ear. "Want to go to bed?" 

You didn't need convincing. Your hands gripped her hips firmly, lifting her effortlessly off the couch even as your cock remained nestled inside her. She gasped, her arms wrapping tightly around your neck, her legs instinctively locking around your waist. The sensation of her breasts and legs pressing against you, the way her body clung to yours—it was intoxicating. You carried her with ease, your eyes never leaving hers as you moved toward the bedroom. 

"Impressed?" 

Yukari giggled. "Very." 

The moment you reached the bed, you gently laid her down, your cock slipping out of her with a soft, wet sound that made her cheeks flush. She bit her lip, watching you intently as you knelt between her legs, your hands sliding up her thighs. You contemplated taking off 

her stockings. But when blessed with the total view of Yukari Takeba, you decided to keep them. 

So you went closer, your mouth brushing against her inner thigh, teasing her with feather-light kisses that made her squirm. "Stop teasing…" she panted, her fingers tangling in your hair. 

You chuckled, before finally giving her what she wanted. Your tongue pressed against her folds, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her. Her moan was immediate. "Oh gosh!" Her back arched off the bed as you licked and sucked, your hands gripping her hips to hold her in place. 

"Y-you…where did yo—nnngh! Learn this!?" 

"Mm, I think you know. You." 

Your reply was as coy as your tongue. You weren't obsessively eating her out, you were focused on her pussylips. The cunt that was used to your cock was now being assaulted by

a soft, quick tongue. A tongue that went from soft to being deep as it suddenly started swirling. Fast and slow and everything in between. 

You explored every inch of her pussylips, your tongue flicking over her clit until she was trembling, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. 

"Oh god… yes… just like that…" Yukari's voice was a broken whisper, her hips rocking against your mouth. She chased her release. You could feel her tightening when your fell tongue went inside, her pussy muscles coiling as you pushed her closer and closer to the edge. And then— 

"Gah!" 

—she came, her whole body shuddering as she cried out your name, her fingers clutching at the sheets. 

When she finally relaxed, sinking back into the mattress, you lifted your head, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Her chest heaved as she looked at you, her eyes half-lidded and filled with adoration. "Y-you really are something, huh?" She smiled. "Can I say I'm proud of you?" 

You smiled back. "Yes, ma'am." 

She sat up slowly, pushing you back onto the bed with surprising strength. "My turn," Yukari said. 

"Was that you or your Persona?" you joked. 

"You'll never know," Yukari teased, already between your legs. She did the same thing you did: her fingers trailing up your thighs before wrapping around your cock. 

Her touch was electric, her hand moving slowly, deliberately, as she leaned down to kiss your balls. This woman was as soft as a woman could get it. Her lips were soft, her tongue sweeping into your testicles as she continued to stroke you. 

Then she pulled away and peppered kisses up your shaft, her eyes locked with yours. "Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" 

"Yukari…fuck…!" 

"Heh, looks like I don't need to ask if it's good." 

Kisses everywhere, she ended with a juicy kiss to the tip. Licking up the saliva, she then took you into her mouth. You had never sworn so loud—her lips wrapped snugly around you, her tongue swirling along the length of your shaft. 

She went deeper. Half of your cock was suddenly gone and enveloped by a distinct tightness. Then she started sucking. 

You ascended. You were in heaven.

"Yukari…" you groaned, your hand tangling in her hair. You hit the back of her throat and she did not stop. She had no gag reflex. Yukari Takeba—Persona user, SEES member, part-time model, part-time college student, full time girlfriend, and professional dick sucker. 

She worked you with a skill that left you breathless. She hummed softly, eye contact always there, almost casual in how she sucked you off. 

She took you deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed all of you. Nose pressed to pelvis and everything. Her hand cupped your balls. Soft finger massages on your sensitive, meek sack. She went up— 

"Mmm…!" 

Then down. Up and down, up and down, up and down. 

Her eyes fluttered closed, lost in the act as she pleasured you, her lips sliding up and down your cock with a rhythm that squeezed your balls without actually touching them. She was fully focused on this. 

"So good…" you managed to choke out, your hips jerking involuntarily as she sucked you harder, faster. You could feel it building, that familiar tension in your balls, threatening to explode. 

Just as you were about to come, she pulled back, her lips leaving your cock with a wet pop. She looked up at you, her eyes glazed with lust as she whispered, "If you're going to cum…" 

Kiss. 

"Do it on my face." 

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt! That was what you did. You released heaps of cum all over her face. One string landed across her cheek, another down her eyebrow, and the third and fourth on her lips. Smiling and satisfied, she quickly gobbled up your cock and started swallowing. You knew there was plenty to cum and gladly swallowed. 

"Haahh…!" 

Pop! 

Once you were done, she purposely opened her mouth to show what you did. "Tastes shoo good," she slurred out. Closing her mouth, chewing, and swallowing, she then eyed your wet cock and throated it again. With her tongue, she cleaned it up. A second wet pop ensued. 

"Mm, and still hard too. Glad to see." 

Her smile was so horny and hot that you couldn't go soft even if you wanted to. Yukari climbed back onto your lap, sinking down onto your cock with a low, satisfied moan. Her hands rested on your chest, her nails digging lightly into your skin as she began to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.

"Fuck… Yukari…" you hissed, your hands gripping her hips as she rode you, her pace maddeningly slow. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against your chest as she kissed you, her lips hungry and demanding. 

"I love you," she whispered against your lips, her voice trembling with emotion. "So much…" 

Her words, combined with the way she moved—so perfectly, so intimately connected—pushed you over the edge. That's right—you came in twenty seconds. You were proud of it too, nutting and flooding her insides for what was the third time today. 

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you breathing heavily as you savored the aftermath. Then Yukari giggled softly, her forehead resting against yours as she whispered, "Mm, that was quite fast. Is my lovely boyfriend suffering from premature ejaculation?" 

"Maybe. Want to test it out?" 

"Again?" 

"Again." 

She pulled away from you, cum spilling out of her pussy. She sighed, almost as if addicted to your cock and hating that it was leaving. Her pussylips clung to you until the very end. You followed her, your eyes glued to the perfect curve of her ass cheeks, the way that glorious ass jiggled ever so slightly as she crawled. The stockings she wore hugged her legs just right, accentuating every inch of her body. You couldn't help but admire her, your gaze roaming over her smooth skin, her naturally arched back, the way her hair cascaded down in soft waves. 

Oh, wait. 

She was on all fours, wasn't she? 

Yukari looked over her shoulder at you, her lips curving into that mischievous smile you loved so much. "Well?" she teased, wiggling her hips playfully. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join me?" 

You didn't need to be told twice. You knelt behind her, your hands immediately finding her ass cheeks. 

You teased her first, letting the tip of your cock brush against her entrance, not quite entering her yet. Yukari gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as she rocked her hips back, trying to take you in. But you held her steady, refusing to give her what she wanted—at least not yet. 

Yukari let out a frustrated whine, "You're such a tease… Come on, I want you." 

Her words sent a rush of heat through you, pre-cum dripping. Maybe you did suffer from premature ejaculation but dammit, this was Yukari. How could you not be? Ultimately, you took your time, your hands moving to squeeze her ass gently, feeling the softness of her skin beneath your palms. Then, almost instinctively, your hand came down in a light slap, the sound echoing softly in the room. 

"Oh!" Yukari moaned loudly, her head dropping forward. Then she looked back. "Is that all you got?" 

You smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted. Your hand came down again, this time a little harder, and you watched as her booty jiggled and flushed red. Yukari let out a shaky breath. 

"Be still." 

CLAP! 

Then suddenly, you were inside and Yukari gasped. Balls-deep, breathing hard, she couldn't grasp it. She orgasmed right then and there. 

"And you called me a quickshot," you teased. 

Slap! 

You delivered another slap. This time, the moan was animalistic and loud. She loved it. She wanted to smack herself against your cock and your hand. Oh, but she stayed. She was still obeying your previous command. 

Slap! 

"Good girl." 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Finally, you started fucking her doggy-style. Pounding that delicious ass, making it bounce. You didn't go too fast. Your thrusts were one step from being at what would be considered a "fast" pace. You were a bit slow and deliberate. 

"Oh gosh! Oh gosh!" Yukari gasped, her hands gripping the sheets tighter as she felt you fill her completely. "God, you feel amazing…" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Haahh~! Nngghhh~!" 

You slowed down further, savoring the way her cunt tightened around you, the way she moved with you, her ass slapping in perfect rhythm. One of your hands gripped her ass, holding her steady. 

Yukari moaned, arching her back further as your thumb brushed over her nipple. "More… Please, more…" she begged. "Harder!" 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

The lewd clapping noises were back. Like an audio of porn, you fucked her hard and made her moan as though she was in one. "Ah~! Ngghh~! Yes, yes, yes, yes~! Yes! I love your cock! Love your COCK~!"

"You better!" 

You picked up the pace slightly, each thrust deeper than the last. Yukari's moans grew louder, her breath coming in short gasps as she pushed back against you, matching your movements perfectly. This lady was quite the slut. 

Your hand left her ass and moved to her breast, squeezing firmly. Suddenly on her shoulder, you listened intently to her lewd breathing and moans and wants. She was definitely feeling this dick. You continued to thrust into her. You continued to make her happy. 

Yukari looked over her shoulder at you, her eyes half-lidded and filled with lust. "I love you so much," she whispered, her voice breaking as another moan escaped her lips. She couldn't kiss, she could only want and get dicked down. 

For a woman of such pride and standing, it must have been embarrassing to be this addicted to cock. 

"Cumming~! I'm cumming!" 

And she was damn loud. 

But it was you, so she was glad to do it. 

With you, there was joy and comfort. 

Hearing those words, feeling the way her body responded to you, pushed you closer to the edge. Your thrusts became faster, harder, each one driving into her with a force that had her crying out in pleasure. 

"G-gonna cum! You're gonna make cum again!" Her nails clawed at the sheets. She tried to hold on. She failed. She tightened up and orgasmed, gasping. 

You kept going. You kept fucking. You sat up straight, fingers pinching her tits one last time, and plap, plap, plap! Fucked her like she deserved to be. 

"Nnngh! You're fucking me so hard! So deep! Gah! N-nnnngh! J-just waiiit!" 

Aw, she was getting shy and embarrassed. "No need for all that," you said, grinning. "I think you look hot when you cum." 

The sweaty, gasping glare she sent you was full of loathing, love, and addiction. After all, she didn't actually mean it. She didn't want you to wait. She was saying out of instinct, out of the small part of her that was a tsundere. It only flared up during sex and, honestly? It was hot. 

You gave her what she truly wanted, your hips slamming into hers with an intensity that left both of you breathless. Yukari's moans turned into screams, her body shaking as she came undone, her walls tightening around you in a way that was almost unbearable. 

It was too much, too good. "F-fuck, Yukari! You're so tight!"

"C-cum! Cum! Cum inside! Do it!" 

"You'd like that—" Thrust! CLAP! "Huh?" 

"Yes! Yessss! Do it!" 

So you did. With one final thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her, spilling everything you had as she cried out your name. Her own orgasm caused her knees to buckle and her face to fall flat on the mattress. For a long minute, you were holding onto her peach-shaped ass and just nutting. Sighing, cumming, and thrusting ever so slightly. 

You pulled out eventually and eyed that glorious white ass. Two weeks, slightly red from the spanking and balls-slapping sex. You stared at it, then earned a giggle from Yukari. She might have been face-flat on the bed but she could see you were still hard. 

"Mm…" she moaned like a drunk. "How about we try something new, hm?" 

Your breath hitched at the thought, and you nodded, unable to form words as she rose up and initiated the new position, her body moving like liquid silk. She positioned herself above your face, her thighs framing your head. Meanwhile, her mouth hovered tantalizingly close to your cock. 

"Sixty-nining? This is new," you said. You could feel Yukari's breath on your cock and she could feel your breath on her pussy. 

"Just shut up and do it," Yukari said with a big smile. 

The scent of her cunt was intoxicating, and without hesitation, you dove in, your tongue curling against her most sensitive spot. You knew it since you had just done it fifteen minutes ago. She gasped, her hips jerking slightly as she returned the favor, her lips wrapping around you with practiced precision. 

The sensations were overwhelming—her warm lips enveloping your dick while your tongue explored the depths of her pussy, eliciting quiet moans and whimpers from her lips. It was a cycle, almost. You did something, her lips reacted accordingly. You did something, your tongue reacted and your cock throbbed harder. Her hands gripped your thighs for balance, her nails lightly digging into your skin as she moved her mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. You matched her pace, your own moans muffled by her pussy. 

Both of you were losing yourself in the rhythm of pleasure; of wanting to please the other. "Mmmph!" 

Suck, suck, suck. 

Lap, lap, lap. 

You could feel her thighs trembling around you, her gasps turning into desperate cries. "Ngh!"

Oh, that was faster than you expected. Yukari reached her climax. Oh, but fuck— 

Your balls had been tighter than you thought. Her release triggered your own, and the two of you shuddered together. Ecstasy crashing over your nerves in tandem. For a moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in bliss. 

Yukari sucked you off. You happily lapped at her pussy juices. 

When the aftershocks subsided, Yukari's lips left your cock, her chest heaving. She turned her head to look at you, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from exertion. "God, you're amazing," she murmured, fingertip going from balls to tip. "Still hard and ready to go."