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A few months into dating an eighteen year old, Junko started to question her abilities and mental state. Don't get her wrong, she didn't regret giving Yuri a chance, and she loved the boy–no, man–with all of her heart. She wasn't the best at dating, or keeping relationships, nor was she the ideal woman that men often looked for, and while that was all something she came to terms with, it never prepared her for the one thing she had never experienced in a relationship: Jealousy.
Being jealous was fine, a perfectly natural thing that almost every person went through when dating someone. Yet, being jealous of a couple of twenty year olds had to be a complete and utter pitiful thing for a woman of her age to do. She was older and should have therefore been mature enough to handle such feelings, to actually be able to see her boyfriend smiling at a random twenty-something, youthful, long-legged, thin beauty and be okay with it.
Except, she wasn't. She really hated it.
Junko hated the way it made her feel. The old insecurities and self-hatred were bleeding back into her heart like an old, toxic friend. What was even worse was the fact that Yuri wasn't even doing anything, he only ever talked to the woman. Junko hadn't even considered him cheating on her when she first saw the two together, nor did she when she saw them again and again and again.
It was only his classmate. Someone who he was probably helping with homework or an assignment.
But why hadn't he mentioned her?
Junko shook that intrusive thought away, pushing her hair behind her ear and strutting forward with her usual confidence and putting on a smile as Yuri caught her eye. The young man was smiling bigger, that smile reserved only for her, and she felt a gush of warmth flood her soul like a balm. What was she even thinking? Yuri loved her.
“Yuri-yuri,” she chirped, waving as she arrived before the two youngsters. “Who’s this?” She asked, her eyes falling on the beautiful woman.
The girl was petite, her figure thin and legs long, her hair in a messy bun as her pink-rimmed glasses glittered in the sun. She grinned, a sly, innocent grin, “Oh, I’m a friend of Yuri-Chan, Tanaka Yuki. Who might you be?” Her eyes lit up, “You must be his aunt! It's so cool of you to support your nephew.”
Junko was speechless, her smile faltering just the slightest, but she quickly fixed her expression and reached a hand out. She avoided Yuri’s look, afraid she would see embarrassment, or worse, regret in his expression. “I’m Harumi Junko, nice to meet you. Thank you for taking care of Yuri-yuri.”
Yuki smiled brighter, latching onto Yuri’s arm, “No problem, after all–”
“Shut up.” Yuri snapped, his eyes cold as he pulled his arm away. Junko watched in confusion, almost squeaking when she was pulled into his chest and his long arms wrapped around her. “This is my girlfriend, and the love of my life. You insult her again and I won't let you off easy.” With one last glare, Yuri took Junko’s hand and stalked away, leaving the girl speechless and shocked.
When they were far enough and hidden around a corner, Yuri swung around, his glare frosty as Junko lowered her head shamefully. “Why did you let her talk to you like that? Why didn't you correct her?”
“I-I just… I don't think it's that big of a deal–” Junko stammered, her face turning red. It was only Yuri who could fluster her and make her so nervous, he was the only one she truly cared about her image in front of. “Besides, I am pretty old…”
Yuri pushed her up against a nearby wall, his towering figure making her feel small in a way she hadn't for a long time. He lowered his head and peered into her eyes, his pink hair brushing her forehead. “So what? You’re still my girlfriend, and that is who you will be addressed and introduced as when someone asks.”
Unsure what to say, Junko could only nod and place a hesitant hand on her boyfriend's arm, looking up shyly, “Okay, I won't hesitate next time.” She muttered.
Yuri smiled softly, his hand lifting to caress her cheek, then he leaned down and pressed the softest of kisses to her lips, gentle and feather-like. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply, surging forward for more just when he pulled away.
That was another problem she needed to deal with. It has been months and Yuri still didn't try anything with her, not that she wanted to pressure the boy or make him feel bad for not touching her… it just felt like he wasn't even attracted to her when all he did was pull away when the kisses got heavy.
She wasn't a stranger to sex, of course, she had a boyfriend, and he was very clear about how sexy he thought her body was. She also may have gotten desperate in her early twenties and had a few nights with a random man she would meet in a bar, but those were all blurry, otherwise blank nights where she didn't remember if it felt good or not. She would wake up the next morning in a hotel bed and then leave before the guy got out of the shower. Junko knew she wasn't skinny like other women, and her physique wasn't the best, but she didn't think Yuri would be turned off by all that.
Maybe he just didn't see her in a sexual way. It wouldn't be a deal breaker, but she would definitely have to invest in some toys to satiate her desire. Especially since she planned on getting a place with Yuri, she would have to deal with being around him every day and dealing with his sexiness.
It wasn't fair, honestly, for someone so young to be so attractive to her.
“Want to go home? I’m done today.” Junko asked, breaking herself from her thoughts as Yuri stared at her.
Yuri nodded, his face still a bit hard from the earlier altercation, “Let's go to my place, my dad will be gone for a few weeks on a business trip.”
“Since when is your dad an issue when I stay over? The old man loves me.” Junko replied with a laugh.
Yuri frowned, scratching his neck awkwardly, “Nothing, I just…” he shrugged, “want some time with you alone.”
Smiling, Junko poked her boyfriend in the chest and teased, “Really? You little sap, trying to get your girlfriend alone.”
Yuri sighed and rolled his eyes, pulling Junko into his arms once more, “Yeah, so what? Can't I want to be with my woman all alone?”
Biting her lip, Junko nodded and lowered her head. His woman.
. . .
The house was empty and dark when the two arrived, the maids and help having left for the night. Junko took her heels off and almost moaned at the relief, she was getting too old for her usual stilettos which made her a bit sad. She loved dressing up and being pretty, plus her heels made her taller.
Yuri only pulled her along with him, stopping by the kitchen for some water and a small snack before they went upstairs. Yuri shut his door behind himself and leaned against it, smiling softly at Junko while she made herself comfortable on his bed. The very bed they have shared many times, yet did nothing on.
The thought was a bit upsetting for her, after all, she was a normal, red-blooded woman with a hot boyfriend that had no qualms with touching and hugging her on a daily basis. It was often like that; after she gave him the permission to kiss her, the young man was always touching her in some way– a hand on her hip, her lower back, or an arm thrown over her shoulder or his thigh pressed up against hers under the table.
Or even better, when he would place his hand on her inner thigh, possessive and claiming as his thumb stroked her skin through her pants or skirt. She would have to clamp her legs shut and pray her desire wasn't super obvious. She never knew she had a hand kink until she was able to experience Yuri’s touch.
“Junko,” he said, his voice echoing in his bedroom. Junko sat up on her elbows and hummed in question. Yuri was still by the door, his face hidden in the shadows. “Can… Can I kiss you?”
Confused, Junko sat up fully and let her legs hang off the edge of the bed, “Of course, you can always kiss me, Yuri-yuri.” Before the last word left her mouth, her lips were covered with his and her head tilted back as he bent down to her. She sighed into his mouth, gasping as she was pushed onto her back and he straddled her legs, trapping her wrists in his hands above her head.
The feeling of being held down was euphoric, her legs clamping shut as her body throbbed, feeling wet already by the thought of having this man inside of her. She whined into the kiss, her back arching and her cheeks burning with the urge to pull away so she could breathe. But it was too good, too much to let go of, she would rather pass out from oxygen deprivation than stop him.
Luckily, before anyone passed out, Yuri broke from her lips, gasping as he trailed down her jaw, and along her neck, then to her clavicle–right where her dress stopped him. He hesitated, his eyebrows furrowing before he moved to sit beside her and sighed heavily. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I got ahead of myself.”
Sitting up slowly, Junko felt a wave of shame and embarrassment, it was clear he regretted going that far with her and she allowed him to do that, so the blame was mainly on her. She should have just moved on, but it felt so good to be touched after so long, to feel desired as a woman.
Forcing a smile onto her face, Junko turned to her boyfriend and patted his thigh, “It's okay, Yuri-yuri. I know you don’t see me like that.”
“What?” Yuri asked, but Junko was already spiraling.
“It’s perfectly fine, I mean, I am older and maybe you expected me to be super experienced and hot, but I’m actually just a nervous woman with little sexual experience. Anyway, how about we get some takeout? I’ll order!” Junko beamed, hopping up and reaching for her discarded purse to pull out her phone.
“Junko–”
Junko searched up a restaurant nearby, “Oh, did you know Miwa said she's trying for a baby? I think she will be a great mom, after all, she’s such a good friend and cares so much about everyone–”
“Harumi Junko!” Yuri snapped, his voice so deep it shocked her out of her dazed spiraling. Junko stiffened as she heard his steps get closer to her, keeping a firm eye on her phone screen because it held her last shred of dignity. “Turn around,” the words were softer, helplessness seeping into them.
Junko took a calming breath and spun around to face the young man. He was so grown up. His pink hair was fading a bit, but his eyes held a maturity others could only dream of, wisdom beyond years and a youthful, naive view of all things love.
“Is loving someone not enough?” He had said when she rejected him so long ago. And she hadn't realized just how wrong her answer was until she imagined being in his shoes.
“Junko-chan,” he sighed her name like a blessing, and the chills it sent down her spine filled her with even more desire, “What mess did you think up in that pretty head of yours?” his hands encircled her biceps, just grasping onto her gently. He was always so gentle with her.
The gesture brought a surge of tears, blurring her vision, but she only blinked a few times and said a mantra because she wasn't a crier. She didn't cry over little things. Especially not because she felt insecure and too ashamed of her age to even address her own jealousy.
“Junko-chan… I can't know what's wrong unless you tell me.”
Which was true. Communication was so important, especially since she was an adult and needed to be more mature.
This kid was smarter than her in so many ways.
“Hey, stop overthinking, and just tell me. What's wrong?” Yuri led her to his bed and sat them both down, his expression soft.
“I… it’s just stupid,” she mumbled, smiling shakily.
Yuri shook his head and cupped her face, “Not if it's upsetting you. Tell me, please.”
“Fine. Just don't laugh. I was… jealous.”
“What? Of who?” He asked.
“Of… that pretty, young thing by your side. You two looked so good together it–it made me think some stupid thoughts and I knew you didn't find me sexy, so I just figured–” her mouth was covered by a hand, and Yuri stared at her like she was crazy.
“You… you think I don't find you sexy? And you even think I’m attracted to Yuki?”
Yuri didn't let Junko answer, only shaking his head and taking a deep breath. “Junko, first of all–the reason I was hanging out with her was because she needed help with a project on Modern Lit, and she was paying me. I didn't even think of her like that.” He held up a finger to his lips, “Don't talk, just listen. Second of all, the only reason I haven't jumped you like a dog is because I don't really know if I’ll… be able to… to please you, like that.” His face shuttered for a moment, but his pink cheeks gave away his bashfulness.
Junko let the words wash over her and fell back with a sigh of relief. Her heart immediately calmed, her headache ebbing away. “Oh, thank God. I thought you weren't attracted to me,” she laughed at her own foolishness, closing her eyes.
“No, I’m very, very attracted to you. I jerk off at least three times a day because of you.” He said, his voice darker.
Junko froze and looked at her boyfriend with a newfound confidence, “You-do you want to…”
Yuri sighed, climbing onto her body once more, grabbing her hand and pressing it against his crotch, “Does this answer your question?”
She turned bright red and felt herself get even wetter than earlier, clenching her legs together to get some sort of relief. Yuri watched her face carefully, then his cheeks pinked as he touched the button of her dress.
“Can… can I undress you?” He asked.
Junko felt his hand bunch up the sheets in his hand as he held himself above her, taking a deep breath before she nodded and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what he thought of her body naked. If he was repulsed, she wouldn't ever move on.
A button, two, three and the last few–each one left her breathless. The release of the fabric on her body, the cold air shocking her breasts and sternum. Junko heard a sharp inhale and opened her eyes hesitantly, the pure desire on Yuri's face was breathtaking and she bit her lip to hide a moan.
Yuri was frozen, his eyes zeroed in on her breasts, a tongue poking out to wet his lips.
Junko pushed him back a bit and removed her dress, letting it fall down to her waist before she maneuvered it past her legs. Just dressed in panties and a bra, she was exposed to his eyes without a shield. Nothing could hide her from his perusal.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, “Tell me to stop,” he said suddenly.
Junko froze and stared in question. “What?”
“T-tell me to stop here,” Yuri begged, “I might just go crazy if I’m allowed to do anything else.”
Smiling, Junko got over her own insecurity for a moment and cupped his face in her hands, “You won't hurt me, I promise. Go ahead and do what feels natural, you won't disappoint me.”
“What if I’m not as good as the other men you’ve been with?”
“That's honestly a pretty low bar to aim for.” Junko chuckled, “I faked it most of the time.”
The answering silence made her realize just what she had said. It was pathetic. Not only had she slept with men, she hadn't even enjoyed most of it, she peeked up at Yuri’s expression. Instead of disgust, he looked pissed. Was he that mad at her? Sure she wasn't a virgin, but she didn't carry any diseases and she was always safe. She never easily gave it up, at least not after her late twenties.
“I’m gonna make you cum,” he declared, his face dark, “You deserve to have a mind-blowing orgasm any time you give a man your time. I won't let you leave this room until I satisfy you completely.”
Junko flushed from the words, beyond unsure how to react, but she didn't have to answer because he was pulling her into his lap and unclasping her bra before she could even blink. The garment fell to the floor, discarded as Yuri took in her chest, the swells of her breasts heaving as she breathed.
Yuri let his hand trail up her stomach, his expression one of awe, something that Junko could only bashfully acknowledge. When his hand cupped her breasts, she wasn't prepared for the sharp pleasure to shoot through her and she wanted to close her legs, but Yuri was holding her on his lap and she was helpless.
His hands played with her breasts, like a child discovering something new, and she couldn't hold back her whines, arching into his calloused fingers that brushed her nipples. The hard nubs seemed to be his favorite, as he paid special attention to them. Then his mouth joined the party and she had to grab something, anything, and the closest thing was his pink head of hair. She buried her hands in the soft trestles, hips humping forward for any stimulation.
She was so wet, she throbbed and pulsed with every second she had to wait.
“Yuri-yuri, please, let's move on,” her breasts felt tender and her nipples were swollen. Yuri hummed, seemingly reluctant to leave her chest alone.
“Lay down,” he mumbled. He followed her as she laid on her back, pushing her legs apart and smirking down at the wet spot on her white panties. “Excited?”
“Sh-shut up, you brat,” she hissed, “it's… been a while.”
Yuri smiled softly, “I’m glad you're giving me this chance,”
“Whatever, it's not a big deal,” she muttered.
“It is, though, Junko-chan,” he leaned down to kiss her, “it's so important to me. Thank you.”
Before she could answer, Yuri was already removing her panties, sliding them down her thick thighs and down her calves before he threw them somewhere behind him. Her immediate instinct was to close her legs, but Yuri knew her too well and used his shoulders to keep her wide open as he dived down.
Wait, was he doing what she thought he was?
“No, don't –” she whimpered, practically crying out when a curious tongue speared her lips open, two fingers keeping her spread wide open for him to taste. Her clit was like a toy, his tongue flicking over it repeatedly until her body trembled and the familiar feeling of her orgasm made itself known. “Oh, Yuri-yuri, Yuri-hei–” she begged, thighs trembling around his head.
His tongue was relentless, then a sly finger slid up inside led her unexpectedly and the added stimulation sent her over the edge. A sharp gasp left her swollen lips, her hips bucking as she buried a hand in his hair and held him there until her orgasm subsided. “Yuri-yuri, Yuri...” she whined.
She shuddered, whimpering when his tongue kept teasing her slit until she forced his head away. “E-enough, I’m exhausted.”
Yuri stared down at her, his chin wet and she had to look away because that was her fluids on him. “Okay, I’m gonna go shower, but feel free to wear anything of mine.”
“Wait–what about you? I can…” her hand palmed him through his pants, feeling the thickness against her hand was unrivaled. She had never felt so good, so satisfied. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good with my mouth.”
Yuri froze and shook his head, “As hot as you sucking me off would be, I won't last long, at the most I’ll last five seconds. Also, don't mention other men when we're doing this.”
“Ah,” she nodded, “right, sorry. Still, let me…”
Yuri kissed her, biting her lip teasingly before he pulled away, “Don't worry, I have enough to keep me entertained in the shower. Be back, get dressed if you want, or stay naked. I like either option.”
“Shut up, you pervert!” Junko pushed him away, smiling despite the blush on her cheeks. She still felt a bit silly and dumb from making assumptions earlier, even when Yuri had gone through a lot of trouble these past few months to make her feel comfortable with him.
But, she could work on it. It wasn't an immediate fix, her insecurities, but she would try her damned best to not hurt Yuri in the process of getting her confidence back. She wanted to be worth his love.
So, she would try to be a better adult. For him and her.