Violets are Red- Yuri X Male reader- DDLC Yuri Fanfiction-Novella

Chapter 20: Drunk

Seconds later Yuri groped groggily at my hand. Her head bend low and hair brushed over my wrist. Oddly she kept laughing uncontrollably before leaning on the back of my palm. My arms strained to support her on such a angle while her lips nestled, slightly moist, onto my hands posterior; breathing a series of vinous puffs into my skin. As I inched my hand away and Yuri stared back at me I saw she was not smiling but laughing gently with a confused and upstanding expression. She looked through me with perfect, sober eyes. Moments later her pupils dilated and rolled back a tad. For a fleeting tense I thought she was going to faint again. She did but back away with a faded smile and raise away from me.

By standing I pursued her, we both took steps, mine forwards and her back as I attempted to catch her, she was obviously trying to avoid me. For no particular reason we started a game of chase. It was slow, tempered with my feeling of angst and her irregular through process. Still we managed to circle round the living area several times. Yuri flashed in between looking calm and contemplative and being genuinely happy. She seemed so normal on the surface. It was in fact her actions that so reinforced the scenario of her being drunk. 

We travelled round a few times more before she branched off. Daintily stepping into the living area Yuri briefly swayed her hair from side to side just as she rotated in a falling spin onto one of the upholstery's many comfortable cushions. I followed suit though in a delayed fashion. Yuri had fallen onto her back and stared apathetically at the celling of her house, eyes concentrated on white noise. A rhetorical question to herself no doubt 'I'm sorry' came to mind. As I calculated a trajectory to land somthing hard butted into my chin. I did manage to dit down before checking my tongue and face had not been damaged. Besides colliding at high speeds with a knee I was fine, not even a little sore, strangely.

At that every moment I filled with lust. It was a feeling I could not explain to origins to as was the case with so many others. This one came fast and acted apon more that I could act upon it. In an instant I had risen above Yuri's knees and leaned over her. In a fast motion I clasped other of her pulses down into the couch with my hands and bore my shadow over her. I pressed my fingers deeper into her wrist, constricting blood flow, her pulse now rocking in a steady tempo against my rapidly accelerated own. As I continued to hold her in what I considered to be play she simply smiled and closed her eyes, nestling into her hair and a pillow, as if she was about to sleep.

I did not let her.

Pressing harder against her wrists I was completely blind to what I was going. In my mind I was playing, however the stark truth was far from what I believed it to be. Yuri's eyes were now wide open her breaths accelerating but heart beat placid and light. My strength waning I leaned closer in order to keep the same level of strength against Yuri's hands. Before I knew otherwise me face was just inches off from hers. As her hair etched a shade of mauve into my corner vision I bent in even closer eyes looking right into mine. Her expression changed from tired and happy to confused for a fraction of a second which finally showed me the very touchy situation I was in. A very dangerous one indeed it would be if the severity was not lessened by alcohol. In a shaky response I let go and flopped back into the couch.

I rested my head at the pillow opposite to where Yuri lay. My legs stretched out and rolled next to her. Both of us reclining at opposites on Yuri's comfortable furniture. We both stared solidly at the celling, breathing at a fasten pace. None of us said a word nor moved an inch for many minutes. I had just begun to accept the localised area I was given before the mass next to me shifted. Through my squinted eyelids which grew tired from fatigue and underuse I saw a shape with violet borders rear up on its knees. It brushed some hair out of its facial region and adjusted itself before collapsing upon me. Slowly falling into me, chin resting beneath mine. 

In an attempt to rectify my discomfort I moved my hand towards Yuri's back. Briefly gliding with my fingers across her bottom I inched up the spine and onto her shoulder blades at last before laying it to rest. In this time she had curled her head into my chest and defiantly not gone towards any goal of sleep, restlessly murmuring into me. Embarrassing my pants shifted into a state of solidity right below Yuri into her leg. Fortunately yet again, she was not in the correct state of mind to notice. Just as my posture relaxed I felt a pair of hands tensing by my sides, the weight of me lifted itself from my body. 

She stood above me as I had her besides the fact her hands stood besides me. Like walls instead of braces. I took one good look. Examining every feature, skimming my vision along her neck to her lips. Travelling across her blushing cheeks and tall nose and finally darting along her eyes and fringe. As I readjusted my vision to a general panorama of her calm face before she bent to her knees and shoved her hands beneath her shirt lifting with extravagant speed. My eyes naturally attracted to motion flew downwards as her top wear drove upwards. She was only halfway into her highly irregular task, top stuck on her shoulders slowly struggling to loose it further. Yet it was enough time for me to examine everything in the most surreal of quality, breasts shown in all their beauty, cast in fantastic detail with the evening light, absent of coverage, delicate, plump and large as I had imagined them to be. 

Of pure reaction I shielded my eyes after the initial impact of the stunning ordeal had appeased and speedily rolled to my side. In my haste I fell onto the floor and bowled Yuri over as well. She simply fell back onto the couch and adjusted her top back to normal. I on the other hand smashed my face into the rug, the impact was soft yet my 'asset' gradually reducing in erection hit dangerously sharp against the carpet. Orientating myself and gathering my senses before raising to my feet I turned around in a brief and sporadic fashion, an unbreakable smile locked on my face. Yuri just sat with a vapid and grinning expression, legs locked together and hands thrown to sides. Sadly wearing a top. One silent second passed before Yuri quietly laughed forward's simultaneously collapsing into her lap.

I gave a sad sigh which seemed prolonged is fashion before articulating myself. Aiding Yuri to her feet I helped her onto my arm for support before lifting her away from the sofa. Still dazed Yuri mindlessly shuffled along with my guidance, jaw slack and completely afflicted with the mentally impairing qualities of wine, devoid of any of her or potentially normal mannerisms. Up the stairs we went, her cooperative body of no real strain. I carried her along to her bedroom and pried open the door. I could not fathom the location of the light switch and so blindly maneuverer through the dark. My extended arm sighting a soft and tall object. I laid her down to which she seemed to sleep on contact with the beds mattress. Now suffering from a high level of fatigue I traced the covers and managed to draw them over her body. As I gathered her to a warm environment I was met with a placid moan of appreciation. 

I lent in for a kiss to say goodnight eyes adjusting to barley find her silhouette and stopped myself. Such a thing would have been a mistake, simply inexcusable. Especially as she was in no fit state to consent.

I stole two.