Gangster Cinderella

Side Story Twelve: 🍋MILF🍋

I find myself standing in front of the Akashi residence with a pot of Pho for Takeomi and his little sister. I owe them this much for everything that they have done for my family; they not only looked after Chieko while I was MIA but Takeomi even saved me when I got shot by Kita. He stayed by my bedside whenever he got off work and it doesn't hurt that he's good looking.

Just as I'm about to knock on the door, the door opens to reveal Senju; her face swiftly changes to the expression of someone who had just stepped in dog shit upon seeing me. "Oh...it's you. What do you want?"

"I just came by to give your family some homemade cooking. I want to say thanks for everything you have done for my family."

"Your family? You mean the daughter you ditched?" She sneers.

I expected this kind of response from people and I can't fault anyone for feeling hostile towards me; especially since it's out of love for my daughter. As I'm trying to find the proper words to say, another voice calls out from inside, "Senju who're you talking to? Shouldn't you be going to harass Chieko at her job?" Takeomi appears behind his younger sister; his hair is down and he's wearing a Journey t-shirt with baggy grey sweatpants. His eyes widen once they meet mine, followed by a smirk. "Senju you better go, you don't want to leave Chieko waiting at her job do you?"

"Shit! I can't let Mikey monopolize her!" And with that she sprints down the street, leaving me and Takeomi in a charged silence.

I regain my composure and say, "So I uh came here to give you some food as thanks for all the help."

He gently takes the pot of Pho from me and gestures inside, "Come inside, food tastes better with company."

I walk inside and head towards the kitchen, "Bring over the pot and I'll heat it up for us."

He follows behind me and leaves the pot on the counter next to me as he goes searching around for something. "So how's that injury of yours holding up?"

I turn on the stove and place the pot of Pho on top of it while I wait for it to heat up. "Much better, but it looks like I'm gonna be keeping a reminder of it."

"It's gonna scar huh? I always found scars to be kinda sexy." He says in a low tone that brings a blush to my cheek. He places two glasses with ice in them down on the counter and pours sake into each of them.

I grab a glass from him while I keep a close eye on the stove, "What's another scar to the collection anyway."

"Shit you have more? And here I was thinking I had more scars than you."

I lift up a bit of my skirt to reveal a long jagged scar that resembles a lightning strike. "Got this one back in Vietnam." His face flushes bright red as he stares at my leg with hot lust. For a while now, I've known he's wanted to get with me and to be honest I want the distraction. I lean in close to his ear, "Would you like to see the rest of them?"

He reaches around me and turns off the stove, "I'd like that."

His rough calloused hand grabs at my thigh, his palm covering my scar. He has me pushed up against the kitchen counter as he slowly goes in for a kiss. Once our lips meet we go into a lust filled frenzy and start tearing clothes off. Takeomi picks me up by my thighs and carries me over to his bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him and has me pinned against his bed. He pulls back and looks at me in my naked and vulnerable entirety; and I look at him. Scars decorate his torso and arms; from bullet wounds to slices from a knife, it's all laid bare before me. His finger slides along the ridges of one of my own scars, and I gasp at the small but intimate action.

"You weren't kidding when you said you had a collection of 'em." He leans down to one of the scars on my torso and kisses it; for a moment I'm brought back to a time when Akira would kiss over my scars; I feel my chest ache and tighten at the nostalgia. He kisses each scar he could find before making his way back to my face. He has my face between his palms, "I think you have me beat with scars. You have way more than I do."

"Takeomi..."

"Yes?"

"Fuck me already."

His fingers slide down my torso to my vagina. He sticks two fingers in, "With pleasure."

We kiss again with much more passion and fire. I bite his lower lip and knot my fingers in his unkempt hair. His tongue enters my mouth and slides around becoming well acquainted with it. Quiet wet sounds start to intermingle with our moans. Just as I'm nearing my climax he removes his fingers, much to my disappointment.

He chuckles a little, "Aw don't be upset, I wana fill that little needy hole of yours with something else." Takeomi gives his cock a few good strokes before shoving it inside of my wet needy hole. Immediately his long size fills me up to the brim and has me moaning and repeating his name under my breath. A proud smile works it's way across his face. "God it's hard to believe you've had a kid, you're so damn tight."

His thumb teasingly rubs circles against my clit. More moans and embarrassing noises leave my lips as I try to form coherent sentences. "Take-Takeomi...please..." 

"What? Tell me Do 'an Vien." He plays coy.

"Please...please fuck me!" I beg.

He snaps his hips against mine and says, "As you wish."

The loud sounds of skin clapping against skin resound around us as he greatly speeds up the pace with his fucking. He leans down to one of my breasts and swirls his tongue around the nipple as his other hand pinches and prods at the other. My legs are then hoisted over his shoulders as he rails deeper into me. My toes curl and my hands grip onto the sheets as he takes me even closer to my climax.

Once I cum on his cock, he starts muttering, "Shit shit shit..." before pulling out to cum on my stomach. He grabs some tissues from his nightstand before collapsing next to me on the bed. His fingers lazily comb through my messy hair while I clean myself up. "I still can't believe a little woman like you has so many scars...what happened?"

"War happened...this is what it looks likes when you grow up in a post war country."

"You grew up in the aftermath of the Vietnam War? Fuck, I'm sorry for being ignorant."

I lay down next to him and draw myself close to his tall lean build. "It's fine, I wouldn't expect many people to understand or be fully informed about what happened after the war. People just see it as the end but they never look at the aftermath. They sort of just assume that everything went back to normal which is the furthest thing from the truth. The echoes of the war carries its own trauma." 

"Is it why you left?" His arms wrapping around me as our legs get entangled under the sheets.

"Technically, but that's a story for another time."

"So you're saying there's going to be a next time?" Some levity is present in his voice.

I smile to myself as I become comfortable in the gangster's arms, "Yes, there will be a next time."

"Then I look forward to it."

We slowly drift off to sleep nude and vulnerable in each other's arms.

A/N: if you didn't like this side story the next one is gonna be a Mikey x Chieko smut. So look forward to it.