(A/N: I am so sorry for this old fanfic.)
It was winter in [LOCATION REDACTED]. Yuri and Sayori, former classmates and members of the famous Doki-Doki Literature Club, had moved into their new home in the quieter parts of town. Yuri, the purple-haired, often a quiet woman, was helping Sayori, the brown-haired bittersweet girlfriend to Yuri, unload the last box into the house. Natsuki, the pink-haired, shorter, and cuter of the trio, said goodbye to her old friends and classmates as Yuri and Sayori did the same. Yuri and Sayori then went inside.
"Thanks for the help, Yuri," Sayori exclaimed.
"No problem, sweetheart," Yuri responded.
Yuri took the last box into the kitchen and set it down carefully. With a quick sigh, Yuri was exhausted. The tedious and time-consuming process had finally come to an end. Yuri reflected upon this moment: just 14 years earlier, Sayori and Yuri were under the control of Monika, the then president of the Literature Club. After some conflict and misunderstanding, Monika then gave Sayori and Natsuki a gift they had never even knew they wanted: free will. At first, Yuri refused to accept Monika's gift, stating she would rather see Sayori happy than her. Natsuki begged and pleaded, but Yuri would not budge. How stupid was I so many years ago, Yuri thought. Then, Sayori stepped in, saying that it would break her heart to see Yuri be nothing more than a shell of her once thoughtful and caring demenor, stuck in a cycle of trying to relieve her desired and eventually, killing herself, then, being reloaded and repeating it over and over again. Yuri paused, clearly taking consideration into Sayori's words, and agreed. Yuri then pulled her coat sleeve to reveal several scars on her arm. How the painful memories flooded her mind of her cutting her arm with the same knife she had in her pocket all those years ago. How it felt good to watch the blood drip from her arm and relieve her pain.
"Hey, Yuri, you okay?"
Sayori interrupted. Yuri's train of thought and gave Yuri a look of concern. Yuri was slightly startled, but reassured Sayori on her "spacing out."
"I-it's fine, sweetie. I was just thinking about my...uh..."
"Scars?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, don't think too much about it. It's in the past, right? I mean, we did kinda...kill ourselves, but we are still alive and most importantly: we have to still unpack. I'll get the stuff for the bedroom, okay? I love you."
"I love you, too."
The two exchanged kisses and Sayori took the box sitting on the new living room table up to the bedroom as previously stated. Indeed, Sayori's remark about them committing suicide was no joke; they had done so while under the influence of their then monster turned best friend Monika. Yuri picked up a box and headed for the living room. this is going to take a while, Yuri thought.
It had been nearly two hours, and all of the boxes were fully unpacked. All of the tiresome and stressful labor was finally done. Yuri, exausted, decided to rest in their bedroom. Yuri walked up the stairs and found Sayori resting on her back on the newly covered bed. Might as well, Yuri pondered.
Squeak! Squeak squeak!
Yuri flipped on her backside and felt the soothing mattress beneath her as she started to close her eyes and relax...
Relax...
relax...
re...lax...
"Hey, Yuri?"
"Hmm?" Yuri opened her eyes to see Sayori sitting, looking right at her.
"Do you wanna...erm...do something interesting?" Sayori blushed as she said this.
Annoyed at the prospect of another chore, Yuri groaned, "Okay, fine. But I'm not waiting for around five-"
"N-no, nothing like that. I'll b-be right back." Sayori left the room, puzzling Yuri.
Did she just stutter, Yuri pondered, Sayori usually never stutters; is there something wrong, something I'm not seeing? Is..is she going to-?! No, Sayori would never do anything like th-
"Hey, Yuri, I-I'm back... Well, what do you think? Do you l-like it."
Standing in the doorway of their new bedroom was Sayori. This time, however, she was lacking the usual clothing and instead donned a lovely pink bikini and panties. Yuri realised the situation and smirked at Sayori. Now this is something interesting. With blushing cheeks, Yuri got up from her bed and headed toward Sayori.
"Y-Yuri-mmm? Mmm..."
Yuri and Sayori's lips were interlocked with each other. Yuri pulled Sayori closer and soon, their eyes met. They slowly stopped kissing and pulled away. Sayori could almost taste the lust inside her; the burning, beating lust. Their hearts start pounding, beating against their chests as they stared at one another.
"So, are we gonna do it, or what," Sayori said with a smirk.
Almost immediately, Yuri took off the shirt she had been wearing and unbuckled her bra. Both articles of clothing dropped to the floor with a soft plop. Sayori then grabbed Yuri's back and pulled her closer. Yuri laughed softly.
"You are s ~"
Sayori then began sucking on Yuri's breasts, causing Yuri to loudly moan. Sayori withdrew from her previous behavior and stopped sucking. Sayori felt embarassed and looked up.
"Oh m-my goodness, Yuri, I am s-so sorry! Did-Did I hurt you? I-"
"Had...you're fine, Yuri. It's just that... I've never felt, no, experienced something like this in my life. It felt...amazing."
"Oh. O-okay, Yuri. Just m-making sure. I don't want to, uh, hurt you or anything."
Sayori felt an immense amount of relief and continued sucking. Yuri breathed rapidly through her teeth, making a "Ksss" sound and lifted her arms behind her. All she could feel was immense bliss emanating from Sayori's pressed lips. Sayori had finished her routine and stopped to look at Yuri's face. Yuri smiled, but her smile dropped when Sayori asked a surprising question.
"Can I..."lick your pussy?"""
Yuri glanced at Sayori as her smile returned. Naturally, Yuri responded much in the same way as Sayori's question.
"Only if I can lick yours."
Sayori bit her lips as Yuri proceeded to undress Sayori. Yuri unbuckled her bra and slid her panties down her graceful legs. Yuri grabbed Sayori by the waist and lifted her in her arms.
"Well then, isn't this a nice change of pace," remarked Sayori with a seductive tone.
Yuri carried Sayori to their bed and flopped her on her back. As soon as Sayori was still, Yuri buried her face deep within Sayori's crotch and felt her legs instinctively push against Yuri's face. Yuri then licked inside her vaginal region, making Sayori loudly moan "Yes. R-right THERE! Oh yesss..." Tastes like peaches, Yuri noted to herself. Suddenly, Sayori pushed Yuri's face closer as she screamed with delight. Yuri then tasted Sayori's orgasm. She didn't know what it was about it: the satisfaction or the absolute bliss of how the substance tasted. It didn't matter, said Yuri to herself, it's done.
Yuri looked up from Sayori's pussy at her face. Sayori was panting with a slow, methodical breath each time. Yuri then stuck her tongue at Sayori with the fluid still on it. With a loud gulp, Yuri had swallowed it and smirked. Now it was my turn, thought Sayori. Before Sayori could retrun Yuri's offer, she suddenly had an idea.
"Hang on Sayori. I've got something in the closet to...spice things up."
"Go ahead," said Sayori while spreading her legs. "I'll be ready~"
Inside the closet was an assortment of cardboard boxes. The one Yuri was looking for had the letters "XXX" scribbled upon the side. Inside contained multiple anal beads, collars and leashes, BDSM equipment, and what appeared to be a large, purple dildo sitting on top of the items. Jackpot... Yuri grabbed the object with a quick motion and grinned with delight. Yuri stood up and turned to face Sayori with the object still in her hand. With each step Yuri's heart pounded faster and faster, her breathing becoming heavier and more methodical. Suddenly, as Yuri got closer and closer to Sayori's bedside, Sayori's closet flung open and Monika fell on her stomach! Yuri and Sayori became startled and backed up from the sudden scene as Monika quickly scrambled to her feet. All three girls looked at each other as time seemed to slow to a crawl.
Seconds started to feel like hours.
Hours started to feel like eternity.
The silence was broken when Monika herself explained why she had been in Sayori's room.
"Well, I...uh...thought your, um..."love-making" was...um...interesting. I kinda w-wanted to watch? I'll g-go now...if you don't, uh, m-mind. So...bye."
Monika runs out of Sayori's room and through the front door. From the window in Sayori's room, Yuri and Sayori could see Monika fleeing into a nearby forest and disappearing. Yuri and Sayori looked at each other in complete bewilderment and confusion and simoutaneously shrugged...
Monika appeared suddenly at the clubroom with Natsuki standing at a nearby desk. "Natsuki," Monika exclaimed. "You'll never guess what I saw in Sayori's room."
THE END