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Could I request some nsfw of wataru Akiyama (initial d :p) with a trans ftm reader? I love your blog by the way!!!!
So cute... (Wataru Akiyama)
NSFW
Transman AFAB Reader
a/n: haven't gotten any notifications about new asks for some reason until I checked my inbox, so I apologize for the wait!! dude, tbh I never think abt Wataru but really looking at that mf, he's HOT. like I could definitely take him (not behind a wheel ofc 🤭). I'm gnna make this kinda nyastyyy lol. I haven't written smut in a hot minute so I gotta unleash the beast😼
cw: mention of top scars, dirty talk, Dom Wataru, Sub reader, fingering, cunnilingus, use of the word boyc*nt/boyp*ssy
tags: @dreamcastgirl99
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Your heart raced as you walked to the closest parking lot on campus. It was a little embarrassing how excited you got every time you made your way over there despite doing this on a daily basis.
But I mean, if you were dating Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, you would certainly be eager to see him after a long day of lectures and uncomfortable seats.
Your eyes scanned the rows of boxy sedans and somewhat sleek compact cars, searching, looking for one beater in particular. A black and white levin with a familiar face sitting in the driver's seat caused you to flush and fight down a little grin.
Wataru's eyes caught yours as you grew closer to his ride, and he gave you a subtle smile, nodding in greeting as you opened the side door.
"Hey, baby." He chuckled, eyes never leaving you as you slid into your designated spot.
Heat rushed to your cheeks, chest fluttering at the nickname. A bashful smile graced your lips when you turned to him. "Hi. It's been a while."
He softly snorted as he started the car, the floor rumbling beneath your feet. "I had lunch with you."
"And I missed you every second after that, Wataru."
You watched as his high cheekbones dusted pink, your words clearly affecting him. Knowing that you could do that to him, make him blush with your sincerity, gave you a rush of pride with a hint of possessiveness.
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The next day came too quickly, and despite the lingering warmth from yesterday's ride with Wataru still buzzing faintly in your chest, the familiar grind of lectures and note-taking dulled it a little. You were lost in the monotony of it all—half-tuned in to the professor's droning voice, half-daydreaming about the way Wataru's voice had sounded when he called you baby. Low and smooth, like a car engine purring at idle.
The thought alone made you smirk a little to yourself.
By the time class let out, you were shuffling out with the crowd, making your way across campus when you heard a voice behind you.
“H-hey! Excuse me!”
You slowed and turned, glancing over your shoulder. One of the girls from your lecture jogged up beside you, her backpack bouncing slightly against her shoulder. She was cute in that casual, university-student kind of way—choppy bangs, loose sweater, and a bright-eyed look that made her seem a little younger than she probably was.
She smiled sweetly, a little breathless. “Hey, um…” she started, fiddling with the strap of her bag. Her eyes flickered toward the parking lot where you knew Wataru’s Levin was probably waiting, the image of him sitting with you in the car yesterday still fresh in your mind.
“I was just wondering…” she bit her lip slightly, her voice lowering shyly. You were starting to suspect that you were about to be asked out, judging by her actions.
Until she said something that threw you completely off.
“…could I get your cute friend’s number?”
For a brief moment, your brain didn’t fully process her words. Her soft tone made it sound like she was making a polite, casual request, but it hit you square in the chest like a gut punch.
Your cute friend.
She was talking about Wataru.
The realization sank in slowly, but heavily.
You blinked, feeling the words get caught in your throat. It was such a simple question, so casually asked, but something about it made your stomach flip uncomfortably.
Your fingers curled slightly around the strap of your own bag as you forced a polite smile, one that probably came off more awkward than you intended.
“Ah… sorry, he’s- he’s taken.”
The girl’s brows shot up slightly, eyes widening in surprise. “Oh! Oh, I didn’t know,” she stammered, clearly flustered, quickly waving her hand. You could see the disappointment in her eyes clear as day, even if she was trying to play it off.
Before you could respond, she was already retreating with an embarrassed wave, leaving you standing there, still processing the whole thing.
You exhaled sharply, more from the tension you hadn’t realized you were holding in your chest than anything else. Your feet carried you toward the parking lot automatically, but your thoughts were still tangled up in the conversation.
You didn’t mention it when you slid into Wataru’s car.
You didn’t say anything as he greeted you with his usual smooth smile, his eyes warm and easy as he leaned over slightly to brush his knuckles against your knee.
But your replies were shorter than usual, and your gaze lingered a little too long out the passenger window, the subtle weight of the earlier conversation still making your chest feel tight.
Of course, Wataru noticed.
You felt his gaze flick toward you as he shifted gears, his hand deftly working the shifter with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times. His fingers tapped the steering wheel lightly as he casually glanced at you again.
“Hey…” he murmured, low and smooth. “What’s with the face?”
You blinked, caught off guard.
“Face?” You forced a clueless look, not quite meeting his eyes.
“Mm.” His lips twitched slightly. “You’re making that bratty face.”
You shot him a look, the faintest flush crawling up your neck. “I am not.”
That earned you a deep, throaty chuckle that made your stomach flip and your core grow warm.
“Oh, you definitely are,” he teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into a slow smirk. He kept his eyes on the road, but you could feel him watching you out of the corner of his eye. “What, you mad at me or something?”
Your fingers clenched slightly around the fabric of your jeans, and despite yourself, the words came out a little too quickly, a little too huffy.
“Just don’t… let any other girls flirt with you,” you muttered, voice lower than you intended.
For a second, the car was silent, except for the low hum of the engine.
Then, he snorted softly, followed by a low, disbelieving laugh.
“Wait, wait.” He shot you a slow, almost playful glance. “Are you jealous?”
You turned sharply toward him, but his smug grin was already firmly in place.
“I’m not jealous,” you mumbled, glowering slightly, feeling the heat rush to your face.
“Oh-ho…” His voice was all rich amusement now, the deep timbre making the warmth in your chest spread lower. “You are.”
He shifted gears fluidly, one hand on the wheel while the other slid casually over to your thigh, his thumb stroking small, lazy circles just above your knee.
"What happened baby? Did someone ask you about me?" Wataru hummed, eyes facing forward.
You didn't say a word, only letting out a small grumble until you felt him squeeze your thigh, wordlessly demanding an answer.
"Some girl asked me for your number. She probably saw you picking me up yesterday or some shit." You huffed, clearly bothered by the earlier interaction.
"Mhm. Probably. And what did you tell her?" He questioned, calmly looking deeper into your feelings.
"That you're taken... I wasn't just gonna give you away. Hell no!" You bristled, possessiveness for Wataru taking over.
Wataru’s lips parted slightly, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the glimmer of surprise in his dark eyes. But then, almost immediately, it melted into something warmer, something softer—pleased. His thumb paused for just a second against your thigh, before he slowly resumed those lazy, tantalizing circles, this time a little slower, a little heavier, more deliberate.
“Mm…” he hummed, voice low and utterly pleased with himself. “That so?”
The weight of his gaze settled on you, and you could feel the slow, deliberate drag of his eyes as they traced over your profile—the stubborn set of your jaw, the faint flush that still painted your cheeks. You could feel him drinking it all in, savoring every bit of your flustered state.
You felt him lean over, his chin pressing on your shoulder when he stopped at a red light.
“You’re cute when you’re huffy, you know that?” he murmured, voice low and teasing against your ear.
You squirmed slightly in your seat, but his hand tightened gently on your thigh, keeping you still.
“You got no reason to be jealous, baby,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing against your jaw. “No one else makes me feel the way you do.”
You let out a tiny moan, unable to control the shivers of pleasure running up your spine from his touch, his warmth, his warm breath tickling your skin.
He chuckled, a tone filling with sin. "You like that, don't you pretty boy?"
You didn't answer, too flustered to form a coherent thought. Instead, you swallowed and didn't dare show him how red you had gotten. But you were sure he could see the blush formed on the tips of your ears to the high of your cheeks.
He leaned back into his seat, one hand still on the wheel while the other slowly stroked up your thigh, growing so close to your aching heat. "Don't worry honey, we're almost home. I wanna see how horny my baby got for me."
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The bedroom door barely had time to click shut before Wataru had you pressed against it.
His lips were already on yours, hot and unyielding, swallowing the small gasp that slipped from your throat. His hands were on your waist, rough but reverent, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of your shirt as though he was afraid you might slip through his fingers if he didn’t hold you close enough.
You barely had time to think—barely had time to breathe—before he was tugging your shirt upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank it over your head and toss it aside. His lips were back on you instantly, trailing down your jaw, your throat, and lower still, leaving a searing path in their wake.
You let out a shaky exhale, your back pressing into the door, fingers trembling slightly as they fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Your breath hitched when you felt his hands, warm and calloused, splay against your bare chest, stroking along the soft, sensitive skin, his thumbs circling slowly and deliberately over your scars, over the tissue you still felt self-conscious about.
But he didn’t hesitate—not for a second.
If anything, his hands were hungrier, more tender, cradling you with so much care it nearly made you dizzy. He wanted to touch you, to feel you. All of you.
Your breath caught when he dipped his head lower, his lips brushing softly over your chest—featherlight kisses, slow and reverent, his breath hot and shaky. He pressed a lingering kiss just below your collarbone, then another, then another, trailing lower with agonizing slowness, as though worshiping every part of you.
“So fucking handsome,” he murmured softly, the word low and reverent against your skin.
The sound of it made your throat tighten, made your chest feel warm and full, and you curled your fingers into his hair, tilting his face back toward yours. You kissed him hard—desperately—letting the weight of your affection pour into the press of your lips, into the way your hands trembled slightly against his face.
He groaned softly into your mouth, his hands sliding down your back, gripping your waist firmly as he guided you toward the bed. His steps were slow and deliberate, never breaking the kiss, walking you back until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.
You sank down onto the bed, eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling heavily as you stared up at him.
Wataru stood over you for a moment, catching his breath, his lips slightly parted, his dark eyes heavy with desire. He made no move to rush. He only stared at you—devoured you—with a look so raw, so utterly worshipful, it made your stomach tighten with want.
“God, you’re perfect. My fucking perfect boy,” he muttered, voice low and breathless, almost like he didn’t mean to say it aloud.
Your lips parted slightly, a faint, shaky breath escaping you at the words. Your chest felt tight with warmth, your face flush with heat.
You reached for him, your fingers curling around the hem of his shirt, and without a word, he let you tug it up over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side.
You drank him in—all of him. The smooth expanse of his broad chest, the lean, sculpted muscle, the dips in his collar and plunge of his v-line into his pants. Your eyes traced over every inch of him, your heart thudding wildly in your chest.
He lowered himself onto the bed, bracing himself over you, his hands caging you in on either side of your head. You felt the heat of his breath against your lips, his dark hair falling forward slightly, brushing against your skin.
“You still all riled up, baby?” he murmured softly, his lips barely grazing yours.
You let out a shaky whimper in response, your hands moving greedily over his bare chest, your fingers tracing along the hard lines of his torso, dragging your nails lightly down his back.
He hissed softly through his teeth, his arms trembling slightly from the sharp sensation. His eyes darkened, a low, satisfied rumble rising in his throat.
“Mm…” he purred, his lips brushing along your jawline, then lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. “That eager, huh?”
You clenched your jaw slightly, your hands fisting the bedsheets as he shifted lower, his tongue dragging lazily along the curve of your collarbone, making your back arch slightly beneath him.
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. Your brain was too fogged, too clouded with heat and want, with the feel of his lips on your skin, with the weight of him pressing down on you.
But he didn’t need a response.
The way your body responded to him—the way you squirmed slightly beneath him, the way your nails dug just a little harder into his back—told him everything he needed to know.
And he relished it.
“God, you’re so good for me,” he muttered lowly, his voice strained with hunger as his lips dragged lower still. His hands slid down your sides, his fingers trailing along your skin with deliberate slowness, making you shiver beneath him.
"So fucking cute..." He mumbled against your skin, the vibrations making you shiver.
His hands found the waistband of your jeans, and with slow, deliberate movements, he unbuttoned them, taking his time, watching you through heavy-lidded eyes as he dragged the zipper down.
"Let's see that needy cock of yours," he chuckled, tugging down your pants along with your underwear.
His lips parted slightly, and he let out a low, shaky breath as he slowly eased the waistband down over your hips, his eyes trailing hungrily over every inch of newly exposed skin.
You watched him, chest heaving slightly, your breath coming in short, shallow pants. You were trembling faintly beneath him, your thighs clenching slightly from the way his gaze roved over you, heavy and heated, devouring you whole.
You squeaked at the cold rush of air hitting your slick boypussy, your sensitive clit twitching at the sensation.
“Fuck…” he exhaled softly, the word nearly a groan as his eyes went up and down along your slit. He could feel his mouth begin to salivate at the thought of his tongue doing the same thing.
You watched with half-lidded eyes, lips gently parted as you admired how utterly sexy he looked worshipping you.
And then, with agonizing slowness, he pressed his lips against the side of your puffy pussy. You let out a sharp gasp, feeling his tongue give a swift little lick up your skin, not even touching your aching bundle of nerves.
"Wanna see you take my fingers, sweet thing." He mumbled into you, voice muffled by your skin. You could feel yourself gush at his words, face red and heart pounding from every sound that left his lips, every press of his skin against yours.
"Please..." You weakly whined, hips jolting when you felt his fingers tap the entrance of your cunt.
"So fuckin' cute." He hummed, leaning back to watch himself play with you.
He used both hands to gently spread your walls, your hole squeezing around nothing and clit twitching as if vying for his attention.
Moving one hand, he gently pressed his index and middle fingers on your sensitive button, rubbing tight, slow circles. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you clamped down on nothing. Your nails dug into his arms and your eyes squeezed shut, body trembling with pleasure.
"Oh, god…" you managed to whimper, eyes opening slightly, needing to see him. Your needy, lust-drunk eyes met his, and he smirked, his eyes filled with affection for how much you were enjoying yourself.
He continued rubbing, his lightly calloused fingers sending warmth and sparks where they touched you. You felt yourself tense and your hips begin to shake against his grip.
"Wataru…!" you cried, not really sure what you wanted.
But he knew.
And with a low, satisfied hum, he used his other hand to slide a single finger into your boypussy.
You felt it in every molecule of your body. Your vision began to blur, your muscles tensed and your whole body shivered as you felt that satisfying stretch that always drove you so wild.
"Ah!" You cried out, head falling back and hips clenching around him.
He fucked you with that single finger, the pace quickening as he watched your face. You could hear your wetness every time he thrust in and out of you, the sounds making you blush harder and your toes curl from how dirty it all felt.
He let out a groan from above you, hips rocking into the air as he watched his fingers play with your tight heat.
"Fuckin' hell… You're so tight," he mumbled to himself, unable to keep his eyes off your pussy. He felt his own cock growing thicker, needing to be touched as badly as you. He slid his fingers out of you with an embarrassingly loud click, giving you a few moments to catch your breath.
"I'm gonna finger you until you cum," he said, voice deep and thick. His eyes looked up at you, filled with desire and lust.
His fingers slid back into you, this time it being two fingers. You let out a desperate whine when he started fingering you again.
"Oh god, Wataru-!" You cried, hands reaching for him and digging into his shoulders.
He pressed his lips to yours as he fucked you harder, his tongue meeting yours in an eager dance as his fingers curled inside you, teasing your sensitive inner walls.
The pace got quicker. The friction of his fingers dragging in and out of your tight cunt sent waves of pleasure up your body, your hips bucking desperately into his grip.
"Ahhh…!" You moaned into his mouth, the pleasure too much to contain. Your head fell back, your mouth falling open with a silent scream.
"Oh god, you're gonna make me cum so hard," you managed to say, your voice tight and desperate. Your legs clenched around his hand and your nails dragged down his arms, making him gasp and buck his hips into the air once more.
You looked back at him with lust filled eyes, lips swollen from kisses and flushed from how long we had been making out.
He pulled out his fingers, the slick sound of his digits leaving your boypussy loud in the quiet room. You cried out with the sudden emptiness and whined when his fingers stroked your abused walls.
"Stay still, baby boy. M'wanna watch you cum." He ordered, voice husky from arousal.
He used his fingers to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves, your legs clenching around his hands once more and your eyes rolling back into your head as you felt yourself approach climax.
You let out a small whine and tried to writhe beneath him, but he held you still with a firm hand on your stomach.
"Look at me," he demanded, voice thick and breathy.
You opened your eyes, looking at him with a dazed, lust filled expression. Your hands reached for his head as you felt your climax nearing.
His fingers moved faster, your slick juices making a wet, obscene sound with every touch.
"Ahhh, fuck…!" you gasped, hips jerking desperately into his touch. "Wataru, I-!"
"Come for me," he grunted, voice filled with need, watching you closely for any sign of your release.
You gasped and your body began to tense. Your muscles clenched, your whole body shaking as you came. Your whole world disappeared from the sheer pleasure and your legs squeezed tightly around his arms. You cried his name out through clenched teeth, your boycunt spasming and your back arched off the bed.
He leaned over, his lips pressed gently against your ear.
"That's it, sweet thing, cum all over my fingers." His voice was deep and filled with need. You felt your muscles shiver at his words, the sound of them sending sparks through your sensitive pussy.
As you came, his fingers continued stroking your over-sensitive clit, teasing out as much pleasure as possible. Your body twitched and you whimpered from the too much pleasure but Wataru refused to stop.
You panted heavily, your skin sweaty and warm, muscles feeling limp and boneless from how well he had fucked you. He slid his hand away from your sensitive pussy and let you rest for a moment.
He laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms so that his front pressed against yours. He kissed along the nape of your neck, nuzzling into your soft skin and holding you tightly. You felt him twitch against your leg, his arousal not yet sated.
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Wataru," you murmured, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He leaned into the touch, his expression softening.
"Yeah?" he mumbled, voice sleepy sounding from how much he'd pleased you. His nose brushed against your cheek, nuzzling you gently.
"Thank you," you said softly, your hands curling into his hair.
He smiled against your skin—a gentle, soft smile that made your chest feel full and warm.
"Don't ever thank me for fucking you, baby," he whispered softly, his lips grazing your ear. He moved lower, his mouth brushing along the curve of your jaw, then lower still to find the spot on your neck that always made you go weak in the knees. "You deserve to feel good." His voice was warm and thick, filled with a kind of deep, sincere affection that always made your heart skip a beat.
His hands slid up your sides, making you shudder at the feel of his palms against your skin.
You leaned into his touch, your fingers slipping down the back of his neck. He let out a soft, pleased sound as he felt your fingers curl against his skin.
“Wataru,” you murmured softly, your lips parting slightly.
He kissed along your throat, his breath warm and gentle on your skin.
“Yes?” His voice was muffled against your skin.
“I love you,” you whispered, your heart full to bursting with emotion.
His lips stilled against your skin for a moment—just a moment. And then, he pulled back to look at you, his eyes soft and searching.
You met his gaze without faltering, your heart pounding in your chest as you held his stare. The room was silent but for the sound of your breath, and the feel of each other’s heartbeat.
And then—just when you thought you might collapse from the intensity of it all—he smiled.
That slow, lazy smile—the kind that only he had ever given you—that made your stomach flip and your chest feel full.
“I love you too,” he murmured, his voice soft and gentle. His lips pressed against yours, his kiss soft, and sweet, and warm.
And with that, everything in the world just seemed to melt away. It was just him, and you, and this moment. The kind that would last forever.
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