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…

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. ♡

Mitsuya has never been anything but gentle to you since the moment you met him, taking his time to get to know you, to get to know every part of your body when you lay under him. He’s never been one to be rough or to take things too far, always dancing on the edge of teasing and overwhelming you with pleasure as his soft voice keeps you there with him.

Today was one of those days again, coming home to him exhausted from work. Of course he picked up on it right away, pulling you into a tight hug to provide some comfort „Customers again?“ He asked careful, feeling you nod against his shoulder as he hummed in response. It has always been like this on the days where you had to deal with the customers, getting insulted and screamed at for no reason at all or for reasons out of your hand. Just when you pulled away from the comfort of his arms he gave you a small smile, letting you know what exactly he was thinking. The heat was rising in your head as he tugged you towards the bedroom with him „Gonna make you forget everything they said, beautiful.“ he reassured you, soft lips pressed against your neck where they left kisses full of love.

He took his sweet time to undress you, caressing each part of your body „so beautiful, such a good girlfriend“ he whispered against the soft flesh of your boobs before sucking on one of your nipples, his fingers taking care of the other as gentle praises fell from his lips every once in a while.

By the time he finally reached your core you were already wet, moaning his name when he blew cold air against your folds „Such a good girl for me, so wet“ he hummed, finally licking a long stripe through your folds, focusing on your bundle of nerves after. He had you close within a few minutes, hands desperately gripping onto his hair when he added two of his slender fingers into your entrance to help you over the edge, curling them just the way you liked it. „Cum for me pretty, let go for me“ he whispered against your wetness before gently sucking on your clit.

You were seeing white when you tumbled over the edge, desperately pushing his head into your core but Mitsuya had no intention of moving away until you calmed down, littering kisses over your thighs when you released the grip on his hair. Smiling up at you he mumbled more praises, slowly moving the kisses up your body until his length was lined up, carefully entering your tight walls with a hiss. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm you held onto his biceps, walls fluttering around him once he started to move in a slow but steady pace. „You are doing so Well, such a good girl for me." He moaned out, needing to control himself to not snap his hips into you, wanting this to be about you.

With every drag of his cock against your plush walls you got closer, the knot in your abdomen tightening „Just let go my beautiful, you deserve this, so good for me“ he mumbled mindless, endless praises falling off his lips as he got lost chasing his own release, finally reaching it when you clenched around him, releasing together before he kissed you loving, hands caressing your skin ever so gentle „I love you my flower“ he hummed in your ear, hoping his sweet words helped to chase your demons away.

“suguru, p-please! can’t anymore — wanna cum!” a chuckle escaped getō, he placed a small kiss on your parted lips before a small smirk formed on his lips, “yeah? well, how much do you want it? huh? tell me, angel, how much?” you held in a sob, a muffled whimper escaped you before you tried to get your words together.

“so much, so so much — p-please! I want to cum so badly, suguru!” you managed to say, getō hummed in response, he slowly started fastening his pace, his thick cock making you bite onto his shoulder, trying to hold in your moans.

Getō let’s out a hiss, “fuck — let out your voice baby, no one’s here” you slowly let go of his shoulders, letting out your moans freely. His thrusts were fast and rough, his cock dragging along your gummy walls, forcing his cock deeper within your warm cunt. His tip was hitting all your sweet spots making your eyes roll back, head went blank and fuzzy, too fucked out to think.

Suguru’s cock was splitting you open, making you only think about how hard and fast he was fucking you.

“a-ah! feels —!” your words were slurred, not having the energy to form a sentence. “hm? feels what, darling? tell me” you let out a quiet sob, holding in your whimpers before trying to speak up again. “f-feels so…—”

You were once again cut off by a thrust of your boyfriend’s hips, his cock was so warm and big inside you, “what was that? use your words properly” getō leaned into you and gave you a quick peak, grinning into the kiss.

“f-feels soo goood, suguru!” you finally managed to say, getō chuckled — “yeah? well i can give you more, but sadly breaks about to be over, they’re gonna come back” you let out a desperate sob — “noo..! pleaseplease want more!”

getō’s pace was mercilessly fast, giving you what you wanted, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Making you let out loud moans of his name, “don’t get too comfortable sweetheart, they may come in here in any minute now” he was talking about your classmates. getō kept jolting his hips against yours — leaning to kiss you, his lips messily brushing against your lips. You kept moaning into the kiss, his cock twitching inside you as your walls clenched around his length.

A cuss escaped getō muttering something about how he’s close, “a-ah! c-close!” you moaned out, your legs quivering slightly before you came around the base of your boyfriend's cock, milking his dick dry.

Getō quickly picked you up and placed you on one of the tables, his cock still inside you, your walls clenched around his dick one more time before Getō’s cock twitched once again, his pace slowly slowing down — hips shaking before a warm string of cum filled you, getō let out a loud groan before pulling out of you.

You laid on the table, letting out low pants n grunts, your eyes a bit teary and your makeup completely messed up — getō stared at you with a small smile before loud laughter and muffled voices started getting close.

“shit, baby can you move? ’s getting late, we should hurry up or we might get caught.”

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