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Chapter Six ~ Better Than a Harmony

Summary: This is my first fanfic, bare with me i promise i’ll get better...A story where Miya, Y/N & Sakusa, Kiyoomi fall deeply in love not knowing that their fathers are rivals...both of them being Yakuza leaders. It'll be a messy love story.

Warnings: 18+, smut, violence, yakuza, strong language, alcohol and drugs mentioned. Readers discretion is advised.

Status: Ongoing...

Genre: Romance, Slow Burner, 18+

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Warning: This chapter will contain sexual content...Enjoy.

Song ~ Every Kind of Way: H.E.R

You lean against the hood of the car and raise an eyebrow, "Are you gonna make me do it myself?" You spread your legs while you slowly drag your hand down and caress your breast.

Kiyoomi makes his way over to you, forcing your legs wider and stepping in between your legs. Grabbing your hand and placing it to the side.

"Don't worry, I'll take really good care of you," he whispered against your neck, his breath tickling you.

He starts to lift you up and you instantly tighten your legs around his hips, having him feel your gun. Instant panic is shown on your face. You slowly reached down, removing the gun and the holder. "Sorry about that, you never know when you'll need it."

He nodded, not wanting to ask any further questions.

Kiyoomi grabs the back of your neck with his hands pulling you into a heated kiss. He made his way to your jawline slowly kissing down to the side of your neck and nibbling on it. He makes his way to your chest a nipple in his mouth, sucking down on it while playing with the other one.

"Ah, Ito," you let out a groan as he pulled away from your nipple. Kiyoomi pulled away, staring at you with the most lustful eyes, "You're so beautiful."

You run your hands under his shirt, feeling his abs and waistline. Undoing the buttons, you were mesmerized by his muscular shoulders and chest while sliding off his shirt. He can see you staring, practically drooling if you're being honest here.

"You like what you see baby girl?" He smirks at you.

You nodded in response, cheeks flushed. His soft groans grew more ferocious as you nibble your way down his neck to his well-toned chest. You can tell he was getting impatient, wanting to drive deep inside you. His right arm wrapped around you, lifting you fully on the hood now. He took off your dress, leaving you completely exposed.

You can feel the cold breeze on your skin. He starts sucking on your neck again, making his way down to your stomach. He licked on your inner thighs making you open your legs wider. Removing your panties over and taking your throbbing pussy into his mouth.

"Mhm, Ito, right there," soft moans leave your lips.

"Kiyoomi, let me hear you moan my name." He stated, looking you in the eyes. Those beautiful dark eyes, you can't help but get lost in them.

Your fingernails are pulling on his beautiful black locks. His hot tongue moves skillfully on your clit. "Ah, Kiyoomi, Ohgod," breathing out, mind getting in a haze from the pleasure. You loved him under you.

Right when you were about to finally release, he removes his lips with a pop. He's looking at you while licking his lips, "You taste so wonderful, baby girl." He whispers to you.

You can tell he was hungry for more like he was addicted to your taste. Lord, why is he so hot?

Hungry eyes looking at you like he was ready to devour you and honestly, you wouldn't mind if he did. He's unbuckling his belt, you hungrily start pulling down his trousers with his boxers. His cock sprung out and omg was it huge, that girth was just beautiful. You couldn't wait till all nine inches are in you, not caring if you can take it all or not. You just need all of him inside you.

You watch as he pumps his dick up and down, seeing the precum dripping down from the tip. Your mouth hung up at the sight in front of you, wanting to have all of him inside your hot mouth. He smirks, moving closer to you, licking from your neck to your ear, softly biting down your earlobe.

"You're so perfect," He whispered into your ears.

Feeling his dick on your leg you start to push your hips toward him, making him growl softly. He's growing impatient by the minute. He slowly starts teasing you, rubbing his dick up and down your slit.

You growled, "Damit, put it in already!" You're so needy at this point, the real impatient one here is you. You need him, you want him, all of him. Right now. Right here, out in the open.

He slowly started pushing the tip of his dick in you, a gasp escaped your lips while he filled you up. He can tell you're growing impatient with him, and he's loving every minute of it.

You can finally feel that he's all the way in. You are adjusting to his size, feeling every inch stretch your walls. You start to feel dizzy like you can cum just from that. You can tell he's making you a hot mess for him, you can't lie the thrill of it makes you wetter.

Suddenly Kiyoomi starts to thrust more harshly, having your moans fill the empty parking lot. This is what you were waiting for, you feel yourself get wetter the harder he pushes inside you. Kiyoomi keeps roughly thrusting into you, now bodies moving in sync. You could feel the knot in your stomach building up, you tighten around his dick making Kiyoomi gasp,

"Oh fuck, Y/N!" You can feel his hot breath on your neck, making you moan softly.

You feel yourself get wetter. The knots keep getting tighter. You feel your orgasm course through you and the knots come undone.

His thrust becomes more rough and sloppy, trying to chase his own high."Fuck," He whispers.

"C-cum inside me." You moan in his ear, wanting to have him fill you up. His hot cums release inside you, filling you up.

Still thrusting inside you, trying to ride out his high, he finally pulls out of you. You feel the emptiness. Your breathing is heavy, trying to catch a breath.

"Damn it's been a while," you said unknowingly.

"I'm glad I was the one to make you cum after so long" he responds.

You see him go to the car and put some type of package out. You notice him by your side again and suddenly he starts cleaning you up. It was strange to have a guy do that for you, normally they would just leave you there and have you do it yourself.

You both finish getting dressed and start to get back in the car.

"Round two at my place?" He asks with a smirk plaster on his face.

"As much as I would love to, I should get back to my friends at the bar," you replied.

"Next time I'll make sure you can't walk anymore," Kiyoomi stated.

"What makes you so sure there'll be a next time?" You raised an eyebrow.

"After that performance, you'll be back" He grins at you while reaching over to give you a kiss on the forehead.

This man is so full of himself and you love it. You know you'll be back for more, he already has you addicted and he doesn't even know it yet. He makes you feel alive and you want that feeling again, with him.

Ito, Kiyoomi you are my Kryptonite.

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(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬��𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 (𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵), 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ─ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 (𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦), 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘤. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘺𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘢. 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺. 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮! 2.5𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩

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𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰. 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘪. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘴. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. ♡ ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏. 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3.

𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑼 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑴𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲. Your favorite customer would always come to your shop ten minutes before closing to pick up his cases of sake. Why did he come so late? You didn't know. Though, you didn't mind either. Having the company of Asakusa's King of Destruction wasn't so bad. He didn't talk as much. Maybe a bit of flirting. But mainly, the conversations would consist of you nagging about stressful drunks that came to your shop throughout the day. 

However, tonight was different from other nights. 

Although Benimaru didn’t mind listening to your rants, he wanted to know more about you. He thought you deserved a breather, and sharing a bottle of sake with him was just the relief you needed. Along with something else, of course. 

You told him about your childhood and why you moved to Asakusa. After losing your parents in a fire at a young age, you needed a fresh start. You heard rumors about Asakusa being lively and friendly. Since being here, those rumors have proved true. The civilians have been more than welcoming, and you appreciated that dearly. If you didn't know any better, some of them even took a liking to you. How they came into your shop with cheeks as crimson as the moon itself was very telling, and Benimaru was no exception.

The night continued with you talking and him listening, but thirty minutes into drinking, the conversation took a turn. It became more intimate. Seeing Benimaru intoxicated was not something you expected. He had this uncontrollable grin on his face that you couldn't help but think was cute. Benimaru was extremely handsome, and you would be lying if you said you weren't attracted to him. How those unique scarlet-colored irises ogled at you showed he felt the same. 

He would sip on his sake, peeking past the cup to focus on how full your thighs were. Your legs were crossed invitingly, and if he looked hard enough, he could see those purple panties through the mini skirt you had on. Benimaru felt like such a pervert, but he couldn't help himself. You were intoxicatingly sexy. He admired your fiery spirit and how you would match his energy. But at times, he would even become bashful of your direct flirting. 

Similar to right now. 

Something about the substance in your system gave you the courage to walk toward him and sit on his lap to run your fingers through his ink-colored locks. Benimaru had no complaints about your current actions, and how he pulled your legs over to straddle him said so. His hand rested on the small of your back, using his other to continue to drink his sake. You exchanged bedroom eyes while your mouths ghosted over each other's, inches away from locking lips. 

You felt his hardened erection against your clothed pussy to make it known that it needed some affection. You shifted your body slightly to get more comfortable, but really you wanted to tease him. A pool of wetness formed in your garments, and you knew it was leaking through. Your fingers began descending onto his cheeks, soft tips caressing his flesh, causing him to shiver. And throughout this all, Benimaru never broke eye contact.

He was mesmerized by your beauty. From the ochre of your complexion to the kink of your coils. Your thick figure that he currently had the opportunity to feel. He could only imagine how perfect you would feel wrapped around him. Blood rushed to his face just thinking about it, and soon his thoughts would become real. 

“What’s on your mind, Beni?” you whispered. 

“You’re so damn pretty.”

“Oh? Hm, why thank you. You’re not too bad yourself, but tell me—what’s really on your mind? I know he’s telling me, but I want to hear it from you.” And by he, you meant his cock that wouldn’t stop growing against you. 

“So you noticed?”

“How couldn’t I notice? I know you feel how wet my pussy is. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t always get like this every time I see you.”

He sipped on his sake, pressing his hand on your back to push you closer to his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Hm, I guess the liquor is giving me courage.”

“Doesn’t seem like enough because you haven’t kissed me yet,” he sassed. 

The smile on your face was coy before giving him kitten licks on his lips. But he didn't have the patience to play games. He cuffed your jaw, forcing it open to plunge his tongue into the back of your throat. The taste of the lingering toxicants in your mouth caused him to groan in despair. Benimaru set aside his cup of sake without parting lips to snake his arms around your thick waist. He shifted in his seat to sit up straight, to which you slightly bounced, hissing from feeling the friction of his clothed cock. 

You began to grind your hips onto his, hoping to cum from the small yet effective action. Your slender fingers became lost in his silk hair while locking lips. It's been a long since you last had sex, and you wanted nothing more than to fuck Benimaru Shinmon in your shop. Your actions were filled with hunger. Nipping on his bottom lip. Sucking the taste off his tongue. You wanted all of him. And you were going to get what you wanted.

The fervent kiss was filled with sexual desire. An emotion you both shared, along with electricity spreading throughout your bodies. Once leaving a few more smooches, his lips descended to your neck to suck on your flesh. The aroma of strawberry milk tickled his nose. You smelled so fucking sweet. It drove Asakusa's King of Destruction insane. His hands comforted your breasts, fondling and squeezing your nipples through your thin tank top. You let out a soft moan, being rather pleased, but you needed more. 

"Shit. Just fuck me already, Beni," you purred, resting your hands on his neck to pull him closer. You were so damn desperate for his cock, and it was clear based on you dry-humping him. 

He continued to leave wet kisses along your skin, finally shoving his hand underneath your shirt to feel the pebbled flesh of your breast. “How badly do you want my dick inside of you? Tell me, Y/N.”

“Ngh, so badly. I want you to fuck me good and make me cum.”

“Let me hear you beg for it,” he demanded. 

“Benimaru, please. Please, I need you now.” Regardless of you sounding pathetic, like a bitch in heat, begging for his dick, you’d continue to do so until you get it. 

He cuffed your chin to have you look at him, ghosting over your lips. “Hm, atta girl—but not like this. You don’t deserve to get fucked in a shop. I want to take my fucking you on a futon, but I have an idea.”

You pouted, looking up through your lashes. “And what’s that?”

“Come warm me up.”

Knowing what he meant, you returned your lips to his, vigorously kissing him while unstrapping his trousers to free his needy friend. Intensity was filled between you, eager to have his cock inside you, and once you felt him, you were not disappointed. 

Your tongues remained intertwining while your hand wrapped around his length to give it a few pumps. You looked down, softly cursing from seeing that angry mushroom-tip cock oozing precum. He was bigger than you imagined. His girth. His length. That thick fucking vein that stood out on the side. It was so damn pretty. The whore in you just wanted to get on your knees and suck him off—but you'll save that for another time. 

Without waiting any further, Benimaru hiked up your skirt to pull your panties to the side. He stood up to grab his cock to rub his head against your clit. He admired the pornographic sound of your stirred wetness and you nearly trembling from his touch. Seeing you beg for him did something to an ego he thought he didn't have. 

“Benimaru, please. Just put it in already,” you whined.

“Impatient, are we?”

He aligned with your entrance to tenderly push himself inside of you. Benimaru watched how your brows drew together, plush two-toned lips parted from feeling the pressure of his tip. Your body stiffened, but he held you in place to ghost over your ears to say, 

“Relax, Y/N—I got you.”

And with that being said, he bullied your hole until your cunt wrapped around him effortlessly. You dug your nude manicured nails into his shoulders while a lingering moan of his name slipped through your lips. His cock was too damn big, but he managed. Despite that, your walls were still resisting him.

His hand returned to your chin to give you sloppy smooches. As he continued to massage your lips with his own, he returned, sitting on the chair, purposely with the intent to have you bounce on him. A wail erupted from the pit of your stomach. Feeling all eight inches of Benimaru inside of you was a lot. You pressed your forehead onto his, doing your best to take him, but the girth of his cock wasn't making it easy. 

He gave you kisses on your face, crooning how he knows you can take it. Benimaru could barely contain himself. Your pussy was so fucking wet—so tight. Maybe he did want to fuck you right now? No. He'll be patient. But for now, he needed to make sure you were okay. 

“Are you okay, Y/N? Tell me how you feel, pretty girl,” he soothed. 

You nodded. “I’m—I’m good. You’re just so big, Beni.”

“I know, but you were begging for this, remember? You wanted my cock deep inside of you.”

You did, and you were going to take it. You threw your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss once more. You lifted your body from his length to sink down on his cock. His tip instantly met with your cushion, at which you both exchanged sounds of pleasure in your mouths. Your pussy swallowed Beni. The warmth alone could make him cum, but he was determined to last as long as possible. 

Your heated juices coated his cock as the lewd noises of your obnoxiously swirling tongues bounced off the walls of your shop. You moved your hands to cuff his face the more intense kissing became. How you sensually bit down on his lips caused him to groan, gripping your waist tightly to bury himself balls deep. Like the sly fox you are, you attempted to move on his cock. However, Benimaru wasn't having it. Not because he didn't want you to. He knew even one movement you made, he would cum on cue. 

That’s what good pussy does to you.

“Y/N—Don’t tempt me.”

“I wanna cum, Beni,” you whimpered.

“Oh? Is that so?” He gave you one more smooch before resting his back comfortably in the chair. He told you not to move, but you were convinced he kept doing these subtle movements to stuff himself further. Never did you expect Benimaru Shinmon to be a fucking tease. “Be a good slut and use me to make yourself cum. Play with your pussy, and don’t look away either.” 

The demand in your voice caused you to clench around him. You tried to return your lips to his, but he pulled his face back, standing firm on what he said about watching you cum. Your fingers made their way down to your throbbing bud to flick it intensely, hoping to chase your release. As instructed, you held contact with those crimson irises that matched in color to the heat that ran across his cheeks. You used your other hand to free your perfectly sagged tits to toy with your nipples, and it was an action that had Benimaru twitching in your pussy.

He rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb before placing his fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, but you instinctively began sucking on his fingers. Gosh, you were fucking hot, and Benimaru couldn't agree more. You were such a good slut for him. He refused to allow this night to end here, thinking he would take you back to your place and fuck you well. He knew he was supposed to observe you while you played with yourself. Though, he couldn't help but throw his head from feeling your cunt pulsating around him. 

“B-Beni, look at me. I-I’m about to cum,” you stammered, recklessly rubbing your clit. 

“Do you understand how good you feel, Y/N? This pussy is so damn warm and wet. And you look so pretty. Fuck, I’m about to cum with you.” 

Benimaru abruptly stood up to gently place your back on a table near you, returning his lips to you one last time before nutting. Forget wanting to watch you cum. He needed to taste the sweetness of your whimpers in his mouth. He shooed away your hand on your bud to use his own to vigorously massage it. With every flick he took, your back deepened its arch, and you further clenched around him. Your moans increased in volume due to the applied pressure on your clit—your climax was now here, and Benimaru was right behind you.

“You’re squeezing so tightly, Y/N,” he rasped.

“Because I’m cumming, Beni. R-Rub my clit harder—please.”

Your eyes rolled back as you released your tensions, fully decorating Benimaru with your cream that kept his cock perfectly as he requested. Even after cumming, arousal burns throughout your body. Your walls fluttered and contracted, clenching and unclenching around him. 

He felt like he was on edge. His cock kept twitching uncontrollably, and not too long after you, he came himself. Benimaru didn't have enough time to pull out, but honestly, you had no complaints about him flooding you with his cum. The shared heat of your cunt and his bitters were the perfect temperatures. For months, he dreamt of you wrapping around his cock, and he was sure to cherish this moment. 

You watched as he lolled his head while still balls deep in your pussy. You shared steady breaths and a final moan once he pulled his now soft member out of you. He fixed your panties back in place, so his seeds didn't spill between your thighs, but based on how stuffed you felt, you knew they would regardless. He fixed his trousers before lifting you by your waist, returning to the chair to where he gave you soft kisses.

“You did so well, pretty girl. Now, come on. Let me take you home so I can fuck you.”

𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥…

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Tips to Write Smut (aka sex)

Again, I posted something like this a while ago on my band blog - where I do actively write smut - but this one is new and revised! Please note: this only covers heterosexual smut, I’m sorry.

So for the (non-slash) fanfiction writers out there, here’s some more tips: (actually, some of these will work for slash as well)

Keep reading

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10 Tips for Writing (Good) Smut

so. let’s do this.

About a year ago, I had to read a book for my school’s summer reading assignment called How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas Foster. It’s not a bad book, pretty decent actually, but there was this one chapter about sex scenes in literature. And one of the first sentences was along the lines of “writing sex is boring.”

and I did a double-take. Bc in my experience, that is absolutely not the case, and if you do find yourself bored while writing smut, then you’re not doing it right. See, Thomas’s main argument was that there’s only so many ways you can write sex scenes, because there’s only so many sex acts you can choose from. (My boy Thomas is clearly a vanilla dude, but let’s not hold that against him.) 

But one of the most important things to keep in mind while writing smut is that it’s not necessarily just about the act itself. So while Thomas is right that there are limits as to how many ways ppl can have sex, he failed to realize that writing sex is about a LOT more than that. And I’m gonna prove it to you.

Keep reading

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Introduction x The Pool Boy

Summary: ***THIS IS ALL HEADCANON***

Haruka Akashi finally tells her villain story...Have you ever wondered why Takomi doesn't look like his siblings? well, you came to the right place to find out.***A/N: this is my headcanon crack fic on the Akashi family and why Takomi is the oddball out of the family, read at your own risk tehehe***

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Adultery, Forced marriage, Strong language, alcohol and drugs mentioned. Short story, 5 chapters. Readers discretion is advised.

Status: Ongoing...

Genre: Romance, Forbidden love, Adultery, Crack fic, Headcanon

The Pool Boy xMrs. Akashi Master List

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It’s time to tell my story, let's just say it's more of my villain story.

My name is Haruka Akashi, the perfect housewife for Hitoshi Akashi. Who would've known getting married to a rich man would bring isolation? Well, this is the start of my miserable life story. My eldest child, Takeomi, you ever wonder why he doesn't look like his siblings?…well that’s because my lovely yet oblivious husband isn't his father and he doesn't know the truth, no one knows. This is my little dirty secret, and best believe I will take it to my grave.

In my prime years, I was only 21 years old, 5’5, long black hair with matching jet black eyes, and thick in all the right places. Being young and married against my will. My family and the Akashi’s had business deals by marrying their kids. This is what happens when you’re rich but want to become richer.

Yay, I’m someone’s wife! *rolls eyes*

Hitoshi took over the family business after we got married and I became a stay-at-home wife. We moved into a lovely home, nothing too big, it was beautiful and had a giant pool. It was our home or should I say my home since Hitoshi was always working, never being home most of the time. We had no chemistry, no matter how much I tried to be this “perfect” wife for him. It started getting to me slowly, our sex life was practically non-existent, maybe once a month at most. Hitoshi was a very handsome man, with beautiful light blonde hair, almost white with sky blue eyes, 6 '0 tall, and had a bulky body. He was such an eye candy I must admit.

Through this boring life, I met the man that changed it forever. The thrills I felt, he made me come alive in ways I never thought I could. He was our pool guy, Kendo Shiba. He was 25 years old, 6’2 or taller, with a beautiful beefy body with some yummy mommy milkers, he had the most hypnotizing hazel eyes and lush curly black hair. This man was perfection, God’s finest creation. I knew I was committing a sin but was more than willing to have a first-class ticket to hell.

#tokyo revengers #headcanon #crackfic #love affair #adultery #theoryfic #akashi #akashi siblings #akashi takeomi #senju #sanzu #parents #forced marriage #oc #originial character #pool guy #pool sex #Smut #chaos theory #tokrev takeomi #married young #secert love child #secert lovers #forbidden love #villain #villain origin story #villain pov

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The Pool Boy x Mrs.Akashi Master list

Summary: ***THIS IS ALL HEADCANON***

Haruka Akashi finally tells her villain story...Have you ever wondered why Takomi doesn't look like his siblings? well, you came to the right place to find out.***A/N: this is my headcanon crack fic on the Akashi family and why Takomi is the oddball out of the family, read at your own risk tehehe***

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Adultery, Forced marriage, Strong language, alcohol and drugs mentioned. Short story, 5 chapters. Readers discretion is advised.

Status: Ongoing...

Genre: Romance, Forbidden love, Adultery, Crack fic, Headcanon

The Pool Boy x Mrs. Akashi Master List:

Intro | Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 | 

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#tokyo revengers #headcanon #crackfic #love affair #adultery #theoryfic #akashi siblings #takomi #senju #sanzu #parents #forced marriage #oc #originial character #pool guy #pool sex #smut #chaos theory #takeomi #akashi takeomi #tokrev takeomi #married young #secret love child #secret lovers #forbidden love #villain origin story #villain pov

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My reading blog is up and I’m so excited 😭

Starting a new book 🫣 also diving into a different type of romance…which involves monsters. Will update a review after reading but let the reading begin…

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“you‘re so quiet” baby i’m not even here. i’m fantasizing about a book i read weeks ago. move on.

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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒.

— because Timiko has outdone themselves yet again i had to write about it - visuals 1 2 3

wordcount: 1.8k

content: dom husband!toji, chubby fem!reader, black reader, mirror sex, reverse cowgirl?, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (use protection kids), LOTS of praise, pet names (pretty, baby girl, baby, doll, MAMAS, etc.), mention of hickies (you're covered in em), possessive toji, unprotected sex (use protection kids), creampie, cock warming, oh and did i mention the waist chain?

— synopsis: after receiving your anniversary gift from your wonderful husband you begin to feel a little insecure about your body. he lets you see yourself through his eyes.

note from pooh: alright it’s late and im sleep deprived but it’s done and i’m happy. i need sleep help. i couldn’t leave this gem alone, thank you to timiko for giving us another master piece love you - y’all go check her out and give her some love.

WARNING: this is smut, so please ensure you have your age visible on your account before interacting. Minors (below 18+), ageless and blank blogs will be BLOCKED

Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated

You played with Toji’s gift in your bedroom mirror, holding it up to your stomach, his name plate glowing prettily under the lights. It was your first wedding anniversary, a day you’d been looking forward to since he asked you to marry him what seemed like so long ago. 

The waist chain was a clear silver, with two bands. The top with a pair of dainty hearts and the other with Toji’s name in cursive. The more you stared at yourself, however, the more you began to feel self conscious. 

Would you be able to wear it out? You hated people looking at your stomach enough as it is, let alone with the extra attention a waist chain would bring to the area. Maybe you’d wear it when you lost a bit of weight, you thought to yourself, convinced it would look better with a smaller waist. 

So caught up in your thoughts you didn’t hear Toji enter, stopping to watch you in the mirror frowning at your own reflection. “What’s wrong pretty?” He smiles, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

You let out a soft sigh, letting the chain hang from your fingertips. “I-I just…” He turns you to face him, brows furrowing at your hesitation. You could tell him anything, you knew that, he didn’t understand why you were holding back. 

“Use your words, baby. What’s the matter?” Your gaze shifts to the chain in your hands, so does his. “You don’t like the gift?” He asks gently, taking it from your hands. 

“No! I love it, it’s gorgeous, it’s just that I’m scared to wear it.” You answer honestly, failing to meet his gaze. 

He hums in thought, turning you to face the mirror again. “Why?” The chain is positioned just above your hips, his name plate falling at your navel as he clasps it around your waist. A smile finds his lips as he takes in the accessory with a devilish look in his eye. “Perfect, mamas.”

“I don’t understand what you see in me.” You blurt out suddenly, facing him again, growing tired of your reflection. All you saw was disappointment anyway. “I’m not skinny,” you continue. “I have a big stomach. I’m too heavy… there’s so many better girls…” Hanging your head in shame, your words die in your throat, feeling tears brimming your waterline. 

Toji couldn’t help but frown seeing you so upset with yourself. Especially when he didn’t believe any of it. Was this really how you saw yourself? How you think about yourself daily? He couldn't let this go on.

His index finger tilts your head so your eyes finally meet his. He wasn’t going to let you run from this, not if he had anything to say about it. “Every last inch and pound of that cute body of yours is all mine.” His thumb smooths over your pillowy lips as a smirk upturns his own. “Why would I trade you for anyone else?”

“But-” You started, only to be cut off by him kissing his teeth. 

“But?” Although there was a prolonged silence the question was a rhetorical one and you knew it. “Since you don’t believe me…” His lips close in on yours, hand slipping around your throat softly, thumb against your jaw. “I’ll prove it to you.” Heat floods your body as his breath ghosts your lips with each syllable, almost bringing you to your knees at how close he’d gotten. “Strip. Now. And face the mirror.” He instructs darkly, tilting his head slightly, awaiting your response. 

With a shaky breath you muster. “Yes, sir.” Feeling your arousal already pooling between your thighs. 

He pulls you in for a kiss, lips soft but dominating over your own. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls back, letting it recoil with a subtle bounce. “Good girl.”

The next few minutes were a blur as you took off your shirt and shorts. You were going to stop at your panties but Toji’s next words told you otherwise. “All of it, darlin’.” Letting the final item fall to the carpeted floor, you followed his instruction and stood in front of the mirror, resisting the urge to bring your hands up to cover yourself from embarrassment. 

Your husband had also rid himself of his clothes, sitting expectantly on the edge of the bed behind you. “Mm, look at you baby.” He groans, making the heat on your skin rise. “C’mere.” 

You walk into his arms gratefully, standing between his spread legs, where his cock was already hard against his stomach. He brings you into his lap, sitting you down in the space in front him on the edge of the bed and letting your legs hang over his, spreading them wide for him as his knees parted. 

Your head leans back onto his shoulder, letting his chest press against your back comfortably. He trails kisses over your neck, shoulders and jaw, hands with a mind of their own as they caressed your supple body, moulding into his touch perfectly. “You see sweetheart?” His lips brush over the shell of your ear. “So pretty just for me. And this…” You gasp as his fingers slot through your folds, brushing over your clit as he did so. “Already so wet for me, huh doll?”

The words couldn’t make it past your lips, stuck on your tongue as he played with your pussy between his fingertips effortlessly. All you really could do was let out short and stuttered breaths, quiet moans becoming more frequent the longer he teased you.

“You ready?” He smiles against your ear, hands positioned under your thighs. 

“Yes.” Was all you could manage before he lifts you up and his swollen tip is easing into your entrance. “T-Toji!” 

“Take it baby. That’s it.” Your pussy grips him in a vice as he sits you down fully, enjoying the view of his cock buried deep in the reflection of the mirror. He enjoys the way your chest rises and falls so fast, letting little whimpers fall past your lips that you’d trapped between your teeth. “Look at yourself sweetheart. Look how fuckin’ sexy you look. How you fit so perfectly in my hands.” 

You peek through heavy lids, the image reflected back at you unrecognisable. Your legs wide, held open by his hands that imprinted into your skin. Your hair was a mess of curls, sweat beading between your breasts, your stomach and thighs, littered with dark hickies from the activities the night before. 

Toji begins to move you along his cock, raising and lowering you as if you weigh nothing to him. He chuckles at the way you fall back against him immediately, lost in the pleasure of him nudging your sweet spot he knew like the back of his hand. “You see, doll.” His hips rut up to meet yours in time with his movements. “Look at how easy it is for me to just pick you up and show you how pretty you are.” 

“Toj- fuck!” You whine, hooking your hand at the nape of his neck. “Oh my go-” Every word was met with a harsh thrust, the friction along your gummy walls snuffing out any coherency you had left in you. 

He chuckles in your ear, voice deep and hot against your skin. “This body was made for me and me alone.” 

“Yes, yes, yes. It’s yours Toj- Fuck!” Your other hand covers your mouth, attempting to muffle how loud you were getting. 

The action was short lived as Toji’s hand covers your own, drawing it down to your pussy to let your fingers hover over your clit. “Don’t be embarrassed mamas, just feel good for me yeah?” His fingers draw broken circles on the sensitive bud, leading yours that were weakly trying to keep up through the fog of pleasure that clouded your mind. “Fuck you feel so good around me, baby girl. You’re gripping me so tight.” 

You were trying so hard to stay with him, to keep up with his ministrations. But with how his dick and fingers danced in time at your core you knew you wouldn’t last very long at the rate it was going. His fingers over took yours at a sped up pace, cock hitting deeper with each stroke you felt that familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach, a string being pulled, tighter and tighter, on the cusp of snapping. 

“To-Toji! Toji, I’m-” Your hand grips his that strummed at your clit, trembling as the thread unravelled in a matter of seconds. “Coming!” Was the last word before it snapped entirely and you were covering his dick in cum. Cream drooling from your pussy down to his balls as he continued to fuck up into you, moaning at just how tight you were clenching around him. 

“Fu-fuck, babygirl!” His strokes border errectic before he’s pushing you down to the hilt, forcing you to take it all. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, spurting strings of hot cum along your walls, making sure you were full of it. 

Whines escape you as he sucks at the juncture between your neck and jaw, blooming another deep purple mark to add to the growing collection over your body. Possessiveness overtaking him even in his tired state. 

He leaves a kiss on your skin in finality before tapping your thigh as a gesture to get up. You do so with trembling legs, pussy clenching around nothing at the emptiness between your thighs, letting his cum spill down the flesh. Silently he takes your arm, pulling you on top of him to straddle his lap. “Put it back in for me, doll.” He sighs, resting a hand on your ass, kneading and relishing in the softness of it as you guide his cock back into the warmth of your pussy. Whining at the sensitivity sending tingles up your spine. 

You lay there on his chest, trying hard not to pay attention to the presence between your legs while you listen to his heartbeat, the rhythm strong against your ear. “Learnt your lesson?” His voice reverberates in his chest, making your body vibrate at his low baritone.

“Yes.” You mutter weakly, face pressed against his chest, on the precipice of sleep. 

“Now, stop talking about yourself that way. Don’t even think about yourself that way either. It pisses me off.” You tighten around him as his hips shift slightly beneath you. “I love your cellulite, stretch marks, tummy, all of it. It’s mine. Understand, dummy?” When you stay silent for too long his hand lifts from your ass. “I said…” He lands a harsh smack to the soft skin, forcing a meek yelp from your smaller frame. “Understand?”

“Yes, Toji.” You whimper, feeling sleep overcome you, his body serving as a lullaby to your weary conscience.

He lets out a tired laugh, letting his hand run from your ass up your spine, combing through your hair gently to massage your scalp. “That’s my girl.”

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happy birthday shinichiro ♡

baby manjiro 💞

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Get up girls we have another day of obsessing over fictional characters to cope with reality ahead of us

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Pls do not use yappdoll's artwork as your fic headers.

They already expressed they dont want people reposting their gifs/designs on any other platforms.

Okay sorry. I found it on google thanks for the info already taking it down.