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Yuki met Teru, and it felt like something out of a dream.

Or a cliché romance book. Maybe even a raunchy one, at that.

Teru was tall, dark, mysterious and oh so handsome. Dangerous, alluring, hot… She was the delinquent and cool girlfriend every girl wanted to have, while also being the dominant and elegant wife every woman wanted to have.

After all, who hadn’t dreamt, at least once, of romancing a rich and powerful mob boss? One who was as sexy as she was powerful. One who was capable of performing all acts of violence on her enemies, especially to save the only woman capable of stealing her secretly soft heart. One who would do anything to seduce a good girl and sweep her off her feet.

There was something so primal and arousing in taming a beast, and becoming the only woman whom the nasty villain truly loved.

Nothing was more appealing than bad girls.

Except, of course, the mob boss. The baddest of all bad girls.

Now, Yuki’s brain knew that mob bosses were actually terrifying and that it was an extremely bad idea to ever get involved with them in real life. All of Yuki’s experiences with delinquent girlfriends who were only small fries in the life of crime but were still a handful of trouble were the living proof of that.

To have an actual mob boss become a potential candidate for love was so insane that Yuki would have never even thought it to be possible outside of a fantasy, until…

Until she met Teru Tokugawa.

But who could even blame Yuki, really?

Teru was, if it hadn’t been clear enough by now, extremely irresistible.

From the way she looked to the way she talked, everything about Teru made Yuki a little weak in the knees. Plus, she was a bit older, and much more mature than Yuki’s deadbeat exes by a long shot. She listened to Yuki, and Yuki felt like she could talk to her all night long. And on top of it all, she came crashing into Yuki’s life out of the blue when Yuki needed a kind-hearted mobster like her the most.

Teru saved Yuki like a gallant dark knight saving a princess in distress. Or at the very least, a dark knight who gave a princess a shoulder for her to cry on, and offered to take her out for a drink at the bar that Teru owned that soon turned into a date, and then another one, and another…

By the third date, Yuki was already smitten.

Not that it took much, anyway. Even if the rational part of Yuki was still wary, mainly due to her many shitty exes, Yuki couldn’t really help it. The attraction seemed to be mutual, and on top of everything else, Teru seemed to look at Yuki like she didn’t just want one thing out of her.

So Yuki found herself more and more attracted to Teru with each passing day.

However, the third date seemed to be the one that made Yuki drop her guard completely, casting all of her final worries and doubts aside to allow her heart to lead freely.

As they say, third time's the charm, after all.

And the third date, whether Teru realized it or not, had been the one to set in stone all of the butterflies that Yuki felt on her stomach as something that could be called a proper, strong and deep crush that wouldn’t just go away so easily.

A crush on Teru that Yuki simply couldn’t resist the pull of.

“Are you sure you don’t mind watching a sappy movie with me?” Yuki asked Teru as they tried to find their seats in the somewhat empty theatre for their third date, right after Teru had picked Yuki up from her home and they had shared a pleasant cup of coffee together, “I really wouldn’t have minded if you wanted to watch something else…”

Teru chuckled, with an attractive and mischievous smile on her lips.

“It’s a bit too late for that after we've already bought the tickets… but for the seventh time, darling, I really don’t mind at all. As I said before when we were still inside my car, I’m happy watching whatever you want to watch, sweetheart.” Teru murmured, before lowering her voice to what almost sounded like a suggestive purr, “I’ll be far more interested in you than the movie, after all.”

Yuki’s cheeks turned red. Even if they had never explicitly admitted that this was a romantic date, it was painfully clear that both of them were interested in becoming more than just good friends.

What started out innocently enough had now turned into romantic and sexual tension that was impossible to ignore or dismiss.

Still, Yuki wanted to take it slow. Her painful experiences with her exes had shown her the dangers of thinking with your pussy first, and your brain second. Luckily for her, Teru seemed to be feeling the same… which only assured Yuki that Teru was also equally serious about a possible relationship, and that made Yuki want to jump into Teru’s arms even more.

“I still want you to pay attention to the movie, alright?” Yuki teased Teru in response, while trying to hide and ignore the way her heart had started beating a bit faster than usual, full of excitement and arousal.

“And why is that?” Teru chuckled again as they both sat down after finally finding their seats, “Do we have a quiz at the end of the movie, Professor Miyanagi?”

“No. I mean, maybe.” Yuki chuckled as well, “I don’t know. I just want you to actually enjoy the date as well. I picked a movie that seemed interesting, and more importantly, one that seemed like something you could enjoy too… So I really want us to do this together, instead of you just doing things for my sake.”

Teru’s expression changed slightly after those words. And her mischievous smile curled into a more genuine softer one.

“You are really something special, you know?” Teru told Yuki, causing Yuki to smile at Teru, and blush yet again.

Because Yuki’s heart leapt with joy over the praise, loving every second of feeling like Teru actually liked her and really wanted to be with her. Which was a very far contrast to Yuki’s exes who only seemed to care about Yuki’s looks, and barely heard a word of what came out of Yuki’s mouth.

Before Yuki could even think about what to say in response to Teru’s comment though, the lights went dim and the movie started.

Ironically enough, Yuki found herself to be the one who actually couldn’t pay too much attention to the movie she herself had picked for them to watch.

Her eyes kept darting to Teru, who seemed to be blissfully unaware as she sipped on her soda through her straw.

In the darkness of the theatre, Yuki could still see the faint outline of Teru’s lips, and get lost in her own imagination as she fantasized about kissing them… wondering if they would be soft or rough, how they’d feel against her own lips, the skin of her neck, over her wet labia and clit-

Not even ten minutes into the movie, Yuki choked up and accidentally startled Teru.

She had to lie through her teeth about how she choked on their popcorn, and thank her stars that Teru seemed to believe her… or maybe she didn’t, actually. As Teru laughed softly, bold and seductively, as if she knew that something was up…

Yuki could feel her face burn hotter than the sun.

Why the hell was Teru so… irresistible?

She hadn’t really felt this way for anyone except for maybe Haruka, many years ago when they were both still silly teenagers. But now, Yuki was a grown woman with all sorts of mature feelings and needs… and Teru was a slightly older woman, experienced and attractive, who seemed more than capable of fulfilling all of Yuki’s mature needs…

It was so hard to resist the urge to place her hand over Teru’s… and to flash her tits to Teru if Teru wanted this and was as horny as Yuki was. There was no inbetween to Yuki’s desires.

Even still, Yuki refused to ruin everything before it started. She was horny for Teru, sure, but she wanted things to actually work, rather than just having a fling with her. She wanted to make sure that they could work, and last. She wanted to make sure this could be serious, and maybe even the best relationship Yuki had ever had… even if it was so early that Yuki was slightly embarrassed over how she was getting in over her head.

Yuki just had a good feeling about Teru. And as a deeply romantic person who still believed in love, she was doing everything to make sure she could be proven right.

So, with a lot of mental restraint, Yuki managed to force herself to pay a bit less attention to Teru, and a bit more attention to the movie.

It was about forbidden love between a mob boss and a civilian woman, in a way that really mirrored Teru and Yuki themselves. Of course, that wasn’t really the reason as to why Yuki had picked it… She just assumed that Teru would enjoy the crime setting and action scenes, while Yuki would enjoy the drama and romance…

Even if there was something to be said about the ‘coincidence.’

The plot followed the mob boss who was a hardened lady, scary and dangerous on the outside, but with a secret soft heart on the inside. As for the second protagonist, she was a sweet and righteous girl, but one who wasn’t afraid of standing up for herself and kicking ass when she needed to.

The two characters had a bitter start where, in typical romance tropes, they actually hated each other when they first met during a job for the mob. Slowly yet surely, they grew closer to each other as love finally bloomed between them… with huge sexual tension between them with every step of the way, of course.

Sexual tension that finally seemed to burst around half-way through the movie, in a very horny sex scene. One that caught both Teru and Yuki slightly off-guard, even when they already expected some action in a mature romance movie.

They just didn’t expect it to be so explicit… and so arousing.

When the mob boss protagonist started kissing the naked body of her lover, Yuki’s entire body trembled with needy excitement as her brain unintentionally imagined Teru doing the same to her.

Yuki could feel a blush creeping up her face, and, in her embarrassment, she hoped that Teru hadn’t noticed it.

Especially as the mobster character's kisses moved down from the valley of her lover’s breasts, to her stomach, and then, to her most private parts.

The movie had the decency to leave some bits to the imagination instead of turning it into full blown porn, but the moans and soft cries of both actresses were convincing enough for Yuki to feel a burning desire between her legs, even when the camera panned away from the action.

Somehow, what really got to Yuki was when the camera showed both women passionately holding hands while they made love. To Yuki, the way the lovers clinged to one another was so much hotter and more desirable than merely watching them rub their pussies together…

Even if, to be brutally honest and vulgar, Yuki would kill to rub her throbbing wet pussy against Teru’s at that moment.

The fantasy sent a tingle up Yuki’s spine, only made worse when Teru’s hand reached for some popcorn on Yuki’s lap, and Yuki got a good look at how big and strong Teru’s fingers seemed to be.

She imagined them running across her labia before sliding inside her, rough and desperate like a horny mob boss would be when she wants to take her woman.

It led to Yuki imagining Teru taking her from behind, much like the characters on the big screen were implied to be doing.

Her imagination ran wild as her face turned as pink as her hair, and even after the sex scene was over and the movie's plot had started progressing along, Yuki still had to keep one of her legs crossed over the other to alleviate the pain of her lady boner.

Teru, on the other hand, seemed as cool and composed as Yuki had always seen her, as would be expected of a flirty mob boss. Though, deep down, Yuki could have sworn that she caught Teru blushing slightly once or twice… or maybe that was Yuki’s brain playing tricks on her, to make Yuki feel a bit better over how desperately horny she felt during their date. Probably.

The movie finally ended after two hours of sweet torture, and Yuki patted herself on the back over how she managed to hide her true feelings instead of giving in and jumping on Teru’s lap to beg her for a kiss.

It was only the third date, after all. Yuki needed to have more decorum than that… even when she had still hoped that Teru would make a move on her, knowing she’d be too aroused and excited to reject it.

“You were right, I did enjoy that a lot.” Teru smiled as they left together, “You should pick the next one we watch, as well.”

“So you do want a next time, do you, Miss Tokugawa?” Yuki couldn’t help teasing her.

“Was there ever any doubt?” Teru laughed, before lowering her voice to a purr, “I do like you a lot, Miss Miyanagi. If you want to as well, then I'd love to take you out on another date soon… and for now, I’d like to take you home.”

Yuki felt as if her heart was bursting out of her chest.

“Always the oddly charming yakuza, aren’t you?” Yuki chuckled, feeling her cheeks burn, “I say yes to both.”

It still felt a bit surreal, in the best way possible. Almost like a dream, even.

Teru pampered Yuki like a princess all the way, from politely offering her arm to Yuki as they walked back together, to opening the car’s door for her like a true gentlewoman. It was such a stark contrast from a ruthless and vulgar mob boss that it was everything Yuki could have ever wanted in a woman.

That was why Teru managed to seduce Yuki with ease, and why Yuki did very little to stop herself from swooning over Teru after that date.

The car ride was equally pleasant as they continued to chit-chat about the movie, and just as Yuki started wishing that it never ended, they finally reached the driveway where Teru had first picked Yuki up from.

Yuki didn’t want to say goodbye just yet, but…

Was it acceptable to ask Teru to come into her house? Gods knew how badly Yuki wanted to ask Teru to spend the night. Was it too soon for that? Would that come across as too desperate? As too clingy? Too slutty? Yuki internally argued with herself, wishing that Teru would be the one to ask her to stay, instead.

If only Teru could indulge Yuki’s bad girl fantasies for just a bit and take Yuki back to her place instead… For once, Yuki wouldn’t have minded if a sexy mob boss who wasn’t actually much of a villain suddenly wanted to ‘kidnap’ her for a few hours of fun together.

Of course, nothing like that actually happened.

Teru was nothing short of polite and charming as she made sure that Yuki was home safe, and the most she did was ask Yuki to call her whenever she was free for another date. Yuki also got the feeling that Teru was busy with her own mobster related affairs, so she decided to not press on or beg Teru to stay.

Yuki thanked Teru, assuring her that she’d call her again on her next day off from work. And Teru smiled at Yuki in response, handsome and alluring as ever. Then, they said goodbye for the evening… and Yuki watched, with a hint of disappointment, as Teru drove off.

She couldn’t wait to see Teru again, and with that thought in mind, Yuki opened the front door and went straight to her bed.

Partially because she was tired after their fun date, partially because Yuki had something in mind. If Teru didn’t follow her into her bedroom, she certainly followed Yuki into her imagination.

The arousal between Yuki’s legs was still aching, and the memories of her time with Teru acted like fuel to the fire as Yuki… took care of her situation.

She started by undressing, not bothering to put on her pajamas. Then, Yuki moved to make herself more comfortable in her bed. She laid down on her fluffy pillows, stared at the ceiling, and closed her eyes to see the handsome contours of Teru’s face and body in her mind.

And her horny daydream started.

Luckily, Yuki was all alone at home that day, so she could be as loud as she wanted. Her fingers found her pussy, and as Yuki started playing with herself, moans started escaping her lips.

At first, she merely masturbated while thinking about what Teru could look like if she removed her elegant jacket and shirt… She thought about how Teru was probably ripped and scarred from her years as a yakuza, imagining running her fingers over Teru’s rock hard abs down her stomach to reach the elastic band of Teru’s boxers and peek inside…

Yuki practically purred at the thought, her fingers now sliding in even deeper and faster than before to release her pent up orgasm.

Before she knew it, her hot wetness was squirting and spilling out of her pussy as pleasure washed over her.

And yet, it wasn’t enough.

Yuki’s depraved desires came back to her almost instantly after coming for the first time, as if the fire between her legs could never be put out with her trembling fingers alone.

She needed… more. She needed something bigger. She needed something more vivid, that would last longer. Something bolder.

Cursing to herself, Yuki managed to crawl in bed, her pussy still needy and wet with desire, to reach the secret drawer of her night-stand. From which she pulled out her favorite trusty dildo, all pink and of a reasonable size.

Yuki rolled back to lay on top of her pillows once again, pressed the dildo up to her pussy to start rubbing it against her labia, and closed her eyes.

If remembering Teru’s body and imagining how sexy she must look under her clothes wasn’t enough to satisfy Yuki’s high libido, then Yuki’s brain would step up its game by imagining a more coherent and deep sexual fantasy for Yuki.

In her mind, she was alone and masturbating inside her room much like she was doing in ‘real life’ at that very moment. But unlike real life, her eyes were open and fixated on her bedroom door… and surely enough, Yuki then imagined Teru walking in through it.

“My, my… What do we have here, hm?” Teru purred as she slowly stepped closer to Yuki, her eyes fixated on her as she smirked before inhaling a puff from the cigarette in her mouth, “Having fun without me? Now, now, why didn’t you invite me, darling? How rude.”

Teru's sarcasm fueled Yuki’s arousal. And Yuki, of course, didn’t stop touching herself as the flirty mob boss eyed her next prey. She wanted to show Teru all of her depravity, especially when Teru licked her lips at the sight.

And yet, Yuki couldn’t actually speak, with her words caught in her throat muffled by her moans of pleasure.

“Shy little thing, aren’t you?” Teru laughed as she approached the bed, “Clearly not shy enough. Are you trying to entice me, you dirty girl?”

Yuki trembled as she imagined Teru’s voice to sound even raspier and sexier than her usual, and gasped as she imagined Teru casually taking another puff from her cigarette before her hand slid down to grab her own crotch.

“You’re doing a good job at it, you know?” Teru teased Yuki yet again as she jerked what Yuki noticed to be a bulge between her legs.

Yuki’s face burned red. Teru laughed again.

“You seem surprised…” Teru purred, and unzipped her pants to reveal she wore a strap-on with a big dildo underneath, “You should know how the saying goes, darling. Don’t you know that a mobster is always packing and ready for some action?”

Yuki’s fantasies were corny for sure, but Yuki didn’t care. She just wanted Teru to rail her into the mattress like the attractive, dangerous and oh so alluring older woman that she was.

“P-please…” Yuki managed to choke out amidst her moans, as she pressed her own dildo inside her own pussy to try to relieve some tension.

“Please what, hm? Do you want this?” Teru grinned, stroking her strap to make her intentions clear, “Beg for it, babygirl.”

As Yuki’s fantasy got more intense and the Teru in her imagination became more dominant, Yuki’s hand worked on fucking herself more furiously with her dildo. She wanted this to be real so badly, she wanted- no, needed, Teru so badly… if only… if only Teru looked at her the way the Teru in her dreams looked at her-

“A-ah! P-please,” Yuki begged, “please, Teru, please just fuck me already!”

If this hadn’t been just a wet dream for Yuki to get off to, Yuki would have felt embarrassed over how desperate she sounded. And over how desperate she was to finally have sex with Teru, desperate to feel her warmth.

But this was truly just a wet dream. And that meant that Yuki could imagine Teru however she wanted doing whatever she wanted, without any shame or guilt.

And at that moment, Yuki wanted to indulge in the irresistibly hot villain fantasy.

She wanted Teru to be bad. Deliciously bad.

“Good girl. See? I knew you were a fast learner.” The Teru in Yuki’s fantasy purred, as she climbed on top of Yuki, “You’re giving me what I want and I'll gladly take it.”

To Yuki’s surprise, Teru snatched the dildo that Yuki was playing with from Yuki’s hand after pulling it out of Yuki’s pussy, leaving Yuki to feel strangely empty.

“You don’t need this silly toy anymore.” Teru told her as she tossed the dildo on the ground, away from Yuki’s reach, “You only need me.”

Yuki let out a noise, half a whimper of disappointment, and half a moan of excitement.

To emphasize her words, Teru’s hand moved between Yuki’s legs, and her fingers brushed over Yuki’s labia. Yuki was sensitive and sleek with wetness, trembling over Teru’s touch.

“And it seems you really need me.” Teru teased her, “You’re more than ready to take me, aren’t you? You must be so desperate to be strapped down…”

“Y-yes!” Yuki begged again, as her face somehow turned even redder, “T-Teru, please! I want to ride your strap! I’ll do whatever you want-!”

“Whatever I want?” Teru suddenly interrupted, intrigued.

There was a brief pause as Yuki stared into Teru’s red eyes, and watched as Teru’s pupils dilated with arousal. Mirroring Yuki’s equally aroused gaze that fell back on Teru’s strap-on.

“Yes. I'll do whatever you want.” Yuki slowly purred, “Use my body however you want.”

Teru licked her lips.

Her eyes scanned Yuki’s body, making Yuki feel good over being desired. Of course, Yuki was used to getting attention from women who liked her looks… but Teru's attention was actually wanted. And intense.

Yuki imagined Teru to be the sort of woman who was a possessive lover, in the most attractive way possible. She imagined that Teru would want her badly, and appreciate her twice as much.

So the Teru of this fantasy couldn’t take her eyes off of Yuki. Nor her hands.

It didn’t take long for Teru to start touching and groping Yuki, exactly the way Yuki wanted her to.

“Let's start using your body for my pleasure then, shall we?” Teru teased Yuki as she squeezed one of Yuki’s breasts, and leaned down to suck on the other.

Teru’s tongue circled around Yuki’s areola, before her lips closed around Yuki’s nipple. The more she gently sucked on Yuki’s nipple, the more Yuki moaned for her. And once Teru was satisfied, she pulled away to give Yuki’s breast some love bites that were sure to leave a mark.

The thought of walking around town with a shirt that showed some cleavage and proudly showing off Teru’s bite marks to show everyone who she had slept with aroused more than Yuki would ever want to admit out loud. Especially when she imagined Teru strolling around town with her, proudly showing Yuki off as her new yakuza wife with her arm behind Yuki’s back and her hand possessively resting over Yuki’s waist, ready to pull Yuki’s body closer to hers if anyone dared to try to flirt with Yuki.

It was embarrassing how much Yuki wanted something like that, but after her last exes had been so shitty, so dismissive and uncaring… Yuki supposed she couldn’t help it.

Yuki wanted Teru’s attention, and she was getting it. But her wet dream revealed just how much more attention she actually wanted from Teru.

As her mind returned to her fantasy after her brief moment of yearning, Yuki imagined Teru’s fingers tracing over the valley of her breasts, as she imagined Teru drooling over them.

“You have nice tits…” Yuki imagined Teru purring, surprising herself with just how much she wanted to hear Teru turn from an elegant mob boss to a crude delinquent. Maybe some habits really died hard.

Continuing with the trend, Teru’s next words didn’t shock Yuki nearly as much;

“I want to fuck them.”

Why Yuki wanted Teru to do something like that, she wasn’t quite sure. But as she imagined Teru moving on top of her and adjusting her strap between Yuki’s boobs, aiming it right at Yuki’s face just to tease and humiliate her a bit, it felt like Yuki’s pussy was on fire.

Teru couldn’t actually feel anything, of course. The strap was nothing but a sex toy. And Yuki herself admitted that feeling the dildo slide between her breasts didn’t do much for her either.

But it wasn’t about the sensation of touch.

It was about being teased and used by a sexy older woman who was a mob boss, and who could take what she wanted whenever she wanted to.

“Ooh, soft…” Teru chuckled as she thrust her hips and squeezed Yuki’s boobs to fuck them, moaning and huffing because she was enjoying the act too much, “I’ve… ah… been wanting to do this ever since I first laid my eyes on you… You are too- ahh, beautiful to resist. No wonder every woman wants you… ah… but only I can have you, Y-Yuki…”

Yuki felt her face burn hot, as it had been during the entirety of this wet dream. But now, she could feel just how aroused and embarrassed her face must have looked, so Yuki tried to turn her head to hide it her pillow-

“Don’t you dare look away from me.” Teru growled, with a voice that Yuki could only imagine to be the one she used to order her yakuza goons around, so dominant and sexy, “I want you to look at what I’m doing to you, and I want to see your cute horny face while I do it.”

Yuki looked back at Teru’s handsome face, taking in just how much this aroused Teru as well. She could see it in Teru’s eyes as Teru looked down at her…

That Teru was close.

“Ah, fuck!” Teru cursed, before abruptly stopping her movements.

Because, from the way Teru’s body was reacting… It was clear that she had come under her strap, with wetness dripping down from her pussy onto Yuki’s stomach.

Teru’s face was almost as red as Yuki’s, but Teru didn’t let that stop her.

Instead, she grinned after a moment to recover, and looked down at Yuki again with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Darling, you looked so delicious under me… I just couldn’t resist your charm.” Teru purred in a smooth voice, “And you behaved so well for me… so I’ll give you something that you want, now. If you get my dildo ready, that is.”

With that, Teru inched forward, still on top of Yuki. And adjusted herself to position her strap-on right over Yuki’s mouth, as she gripped the frame of Yuki’s bed to steady herself there.

“If you want this inside your pussy, you better start sucking it, princess.” Teru mocked, and Yuki was too horny to snap back.

So Yuki grabbed Teru’s dildo and placed it inside her mouth, instead.

She started sucking on it, but it didn’t take too long for Teru, in her mob boss impatience, to grow bored and decide to take matters into her own hands. Before Yuki knew it, the dildo was moving inside on its own as Teru started fucking her mouth.

“G-get it nice and wet for me…” Teru purred, but from the way her voice broke slightly, Yuki could tell that Teru felt overly excited.

That was why, when Teru finally pulled the dildo out of Yuki’s mouth, Yuki decided to be a bit of a brat who, out of the blue, bit down hard on Teru’s plastic toy.

The confused, surprised, slightly scared and extremely aroused look on Teru’s face was priceless.

“You made me work too hard,” Yuki purred proudly, finally snapping at Teru with a tease of her own ever since the start of her wet dream, “so if you dare to pull out before I’m satisfied, I might bite your clit next.”

Teru gulped, her face somehow turning redder than before. Yuki held back from laughing.

Sure, she loved Teru as a dominant mob boss. That was why she had been imagining her this way during the entirety of this sexual fantasy, over all. But Yuki liked to have her fun as well sometimes, and a comment that Teru had once made during one of their dates about how she liked women who had some bite to them had not escaped Yuki’s notice.

If Yuki was ever to be a yakuza wife, then she was certain to play her part instead of simply laying down as a boringly submissive housewife.

“Come on, then. What are you waiting for, ‘darling?’” Yuki teased again, opening her legs even more for Teru to start, “Come and take what we both want.”

Still feeling a bit confused but impressed, Teru nodded.

For such a flirty and powerful mob boss, she was awfully quiet as she aligned her wet strap with Yuki’s even wetter pussy. With a small push, she finally slipped it inside Yuki with ease.

Then, Teru started thrusting into Yuki.

Slow and steady at first, going gradually faster and deeper. Teru kept moving her hips and moaning in Yuki’s ear, while Yuki moaned even louder and wrapped her legs around Teru’s waist to keep her there.

Everything felt so intense and lucid… Yuki felt close to orgasm, and for a brief moment, she even forgot that this was all a dream. She pulled Teru closer while Teru’s strap was buried deep inside her, and Yuki could almost feel Teru’s skin and smell the faint scent of tobacco and spice in Teru’s soft hair-

“Ah! Fuck, fuck! Teru!” Yuki moaned and whimpered, louder and louder, in a flurry of emotion and pleasure.

She could almost feel Teru’s lips kissing her cheek, and hear Teru’s voice whispering sweet nothings. She could almost feel Teru’s hand reaching for her own and feel Teru’s fingers intertwine with hers as Teru’s dildo hit a sweet spot that made Yuki finally see stars-

“Teru!”

Yuki came screaming Teru’s name so loudly that she was lucky that no one else was home. But still unlucky enough to snap out of her wet dream, and realize that she was truly alone.

Teru wasn’t there, and Yuki slowly realized that she had been humping her pillow this entire time as she imagined Teru humping her.

Exhausted and slightly disappointed after the waves of her orgasm were washed away, Yuki sat up in her bed and sighed. Her pussy was still wet and throbbing, and her heart was still racing. But her emotions felt heavy.

Her feelings towards Teru were a bit scary and confusing, and as fun as it was to have a crush, there was always a familiar yearning that quickly turned depressing when Yuki thought about how much she missed Teru.

Yuki’s brain struggled between wondering if she should have invited Teru to come home with her, or if she should be careful over the fact that Teru was a mob boss, no matter how appealing, mature and different she seemed to be, when Yuki had been burned by delinquent exes too many times before.

Even then, though, Yuki couldn’t help being excited over her next date with Teru.

As she got out of her bed and moved towards her bathroom to take a much needed shower, Yuki couldn’t help remembering her wet dream fondly, and wondering (or rather, hoping) if it was a good sign of what was to come.

With that last thought in her mind, it didn’t take too long before Yuki continued her fantasy inside the shower, and used her shower head for not so innocent activities under the hot water.

Maybe, just maybe… Yuki could take a sick day off of work the next day, and call Teru for another date much sooner than expected. It was certainly tempting, at the very least.

Who would have ever thought that a mobster like Teru would have made such an impact on Yuki’s life? This was only just the start of their story, Yuki was sure of it.