Jesse pecked Yuko on her nape, neck, shoulders, hair. He breathed in every inch of her skin, he wanted to carve her scent into his memory.
“Haha it’s ticklish!” Yuko’s body shook on his lap.
“You smell so good. Why do you smell so good?” Jesse loved Yuko’s natural body scent when he found himself awake beside her one of those mornings. But, there was a pleasant and refreshing hint of citrus and something sweet (he guessed peach?) right now and it made him all dizzy in a different way.
“I had a beauty day with Juri today!”
Jesse racked his brain trying to find a face to match with the name Juri.
Ah, the gyaru one, from Yuko’s two person inner circle. The petite one was Taiga, if he was not mistaken.
Yuko turned around to face him. She straightened down her already smooth brown hair. She put her hands on chin, deliberately showing off her newly painted red nails with strawberry ornaments on them. She puffed her cheeks, pouted her lips, and blinked rapidly with those two metre eye lashes.
“I thought it’d be a waste not to show me being cute to my boyfriend, hehe.”
What did she even expect by flaunting such an endearing face to her lover?
So, Jesse sucked on those lips hard and loud.
The smacking sounds alternated with Yuko’s half-hearted protest noises filling the living room.
It was the weekend, but Jesse had been restless about the upcoming presentation on Monday. Their manager suddenly left the team and it wasn’t until the next 2 weeks that the new one would be joining them. Until then, on top of his own tasks, Jesse had been the one to take on all the managerial duties (and without the managerial pay, fuck this really).
Which also meant he hadn’t had the chance to go on a date with Yuko in weeks.
Painful dragging weeks without Yuko.
This was a disastrous situation considering his time with her was the staple of his mental state. What’s the point of all this if he couldn’t even spend his hard earned money on trips with Yuko?
In short, Jesse was lonely, really fucking so.
And with a lonely brain, came all sorts of damning thoughts. There was one especially loud voice telling him that he is a terrible boyfriend for neglecting his sweetest girl, for his inability to make her happy.
She deserves so much better than this, than someone like you. The fucking voice spat on his face.
Jesse had also been evading whenever Yuko mentioned through calls or texts that she wanted to come over. He didn’t want her to catch his contagious ominous bad vibe, especially knowing she mostly worked with children at the camp.
It was a never ending vicious cycle really.
He didn’t realise how miserable and angry and tense he had been the past couple of weeks until he practically felt all the nerves in his body relaxing at the sight of Yuko’s sunshiney grinning face appearing unannounced in the entrance of his apartment that evening. She somehow declared, “I got prettier today so Jesse has to see it!”
Yuko’s presence felt to him like a gentle breeze against his skin, like running barefoot through a meadow, like being embraced by the warm glow of sunrise.
He once told Yuko that being with her makes him feel like he was in those pads commercials but Yuko just gave him an unimpressed look so he never brought that up again. But it did feel like that.
Jesse didn’t know how many times he had kissed her while losing in his thoughts.
He pulled back to take a moment to look at his beloved girlfriend’s face properly for the first time in a while.
She definitely got cuter. Every time they met she got tenfold cuter, what the fuck, Jesse held back a cry.
Instead of the cursing on the tip of his tongue, he said, “Thank you for thinking of me. I’m grateful I got to see Yuko being the cutest today too,” Jesse half whispered in a sweet, husky, low voice. Shintaro called it “the voice setting Jesse uses to speak with Kouchi”.
A tint of blush coloured Yuko’s cheeks, which sadly didn’t stay long. Worried look and creased brows unfitting of her mischievous baby face now replacing it.
“Jesse.” Yuko’s soft fingers caressed Jesse’s stubbled jaw. “Are you eating well?”
Jesse contemplated a diplomatic answer.
“...I do eat.” He did eat some leftover bread from last week’s business visit in the morning.
Yuko pursed her lips to show disapproval.
“Are you sleeping well?”
“...I mean, I had naps, I think...”
The pursed lips deepened. She was dissatisfied.
“Have you taken a bath?”
“...I showered…2, 3 days ago…?”
That was disgust she clearly showed, wasn’t it?
Yuko sighed before locking eyes with him. Her gaze pierced deep into the core of his being, Jesse’s own eyes started to waver.
The thing about Yuko was she got very intense when she got intense.
“In case you forgot about it, you’ve got yourself a cute girlfriend you can always share anything with, you know.” She sounded sad, her round marble eyes now cast downward.
Jesse mentally cursed himself realising he was the cause of such sad Yuko.
Jesse nodded strongly. “I’m sorry.”
Yuko brought her body closer to Jesse, put her arms around Jesse’s neck, and pressed their lips together.
Responding to this, Jesse tightened his arms around Yuko, feeling her smaller, soft body fitted perfectly into his.
He changed the angle slightly to get a better access into the inside of Yuko’s mouth, his tongue catching hers, before ravaging her mucous membranes.
Jesse underestimated how much his mind and body craves Yuko.
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His hand ventured under Yuko’s fluffy sweater, gently stroking the smooth skin of her belly, rubbing her sides, tracing her back.
“Mmh… nnh…”
Jesse met her gaze before receiving a shy nod from Yuko. In one swoop, her sweater and all layers under were discarded onto the floor, her chest bare of any fabrics. All that was left was her short skirt and black panty stocking (or whatever it was called) underneath.
“You’re beautiful.” Jesse couldn’t help but to voice out his admiration.
Yuko looked away. Jesse swore she had the cutest troubled face ever (which made him want to make it more troubled).
He lightly touched on the protruding buds with the pads of his fingers, “It’s already standing up so much, hehe.”
“Ah– shut up now…”
Bringing his face closer to the buds, Jesse started nibbling and sucking on them, alternating between pinching and pulling with his hand. Yuko’s back arched, hips shaking on his lap.
“You’re always so sensitive here.”
“Because you keep playing with them– Ah–"
“That’s right.”
He sneaked his hand under her skirt, settled in between Yuko’s wriggling thighs, and started rubbing on the clothed pussy, already wet with her secretives.
“Yuko, you’re going to crush my hand.” Jesse said as Yuko enclosed her legs tightly.
He received a glare from above, her eyes moist with tears. Okay, that was Jesse’s cue to move on or Yuko would get really upset
“Ah!?”
Yuko’s body suddenly floated as Jesse hoisted her up easily to turn around their position.
“Aahh!?”
He pushed Yuko onto the sofa gently and lifted her legs up. Her body was bent in half, two cherry-like buds stuck out, pussy swollen and on full display.
Yuko’s whole face red as she suddenly found herself in a such position. At this point, her skirt practically no longer served any purpose.
Jesse thought of bringing her into the bedroom but then she would ask for a bath first. It was not that Jesse did not fancy taking a bath. It was precisely because he wanted to save the bath activity for round two later (he couldn’t say it now though).
For now, he plunged his face head on under the useless fabric and traced Yuko’s now drenched pussy with his tongue. He ripped apart the centre of her black stocking to reveal her drenched red panties.
“Ah, why did you always tear it?” Her voice lisped.
“That’s okay, I’ll get you a new one.”
Jesse knew it was not the most practical thing to do but tricking his brain into thinking about how the tiny bit of his hard earned salary would be used to replace the stockings he ripped apart during sex with Yuko made his work seem a bit bearable somehow.
His brain was funny like that but it was full of Yuko, so that’s okay.
Jesse pulled aside the fabric covering Yuko’s entrance, fingers spread apart the twitching hole. He experimentally inserted one finger. Seeing it sank smoothly inside, he added the second one to greet Yuko’s warm insides.
“Ah… ngh…” Yuko’s moan escaped as he suddenly bent his fingers
“Is it your safe day?”
Yuko looked anywhere but him before nodding. “You can do it raw,” she let out a slightly trembled answer.
At this the word, Jesse could feel the heat within him growing impatient. Hands rehearsed to quickly unbuckle his slacks and finally free his painfully erect cock.
Yuko held her breath at the sight.
“Why are you always so shocked?” He was amused, just how many times she had seen his cock.
“Because that thing is not normal.”
Jesse was not sure whether Yuko spoke with contempt or admiration.
“Thank you!” He chuckled.
He brought his cock closer to rub his entire ridge, fully hard, veins popping out, onto Yuko’s wet folds. He made his head kiss Yuko’s clitoris.
They both sighed at the sensation.
When he finally pushed home, he could feel Yuko’s insides clenching as if to welcome him, slowly taking the familiar shape of his cock.
Jesse breathed out very slowly, or else he would burst right there.
How did he even survive weeks without connecting with Yuko like this.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He asked gently while striking aside the fringe on her forehead.
Yuko shook her head, eyes droopy. “It’s alright, you’re really warm inside.”
“Let’s take it easy, yeah?”
At her encouragement, his cock pried open her flesh, penetrating deeper. When he felt it hitting a dead end, he repeatedly pushed on the spot with his head.
“Wait– nnh… too deep… Jess–"
“Hehe, sorry.” He was not sorry.
Jesse adjusted his angle and started thrusting, pulling out and in steadily, savouring the way Yuko’s insides tighten up on every inch of him.
Her skirt swayed pathetically, red panties occasionally brushed against Jesse’s glands.
Squelching sounds, skins clamping on each other, echoed in the room.
“Nnh…aah– ngh…haah…” Yuko’s moans pouring out from her lips swollen from their persistent kisses earlier. They seeped into Jesse's ears like intoxicating venom. Her eyes started becoming unfocused, melting with pleasure.
The sight of her exposing everything to Jesse while accepting every bit of Jesse made his heart ache.
Yuko gave abundantly and accepted generously and Jesse couldn’t be thankful enough to have her in his life.
When he brought his face closer to press his lips on hers for the umpteenth time that evening, Yuko unconsciously stuck out her tongue.
“Mnh-! It gets bigger…?” Her speech slurred.
Apparently it was not only Jesse’s heart that tightened at the gesture, his cock somehow contracted at this. Well, it was her fault for being so sweet and pretty.
And, he was at his limit anyway.
“Yuko,” he called out softly, “can I come inside?” He gulped at his own question, came out as a whisper.
A hand reached out touching Jesse’s cheek. Yuko’s moist eyes gazing at Jesse as if he was something really precious to her.
She nodded. “Because you asked so nicely,” her voice lisped.
She smiled weakly at Jesse, ever so sweet, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
“Hah…”
A couple of thrusts and Jesse’s heat brust deep inside. Yuko’s insides spasmed, squeezing every drop of Jesse’s semen. His come filled her up to the brim, seeping into the deepest part of her, dripping down into the black fabric.
Feeling weariness washing over his body, Jesse laid down on top of Yuko, head settled on her shoulder.
Her hand came up to rub his hair gently.
“Yuko.”
“Mm?”
“I’m so lucky to have you, I just really love you a damn lot.”
What Jesse was so wrong was he got too cocky thinking Yuko’s happiness lies with him when she was more than capable to create her own happiness, and that Jesse was lucky enough Yuko decided to share some with him.
He thought he would try letting himself depend on her for a little while.