I can’t stop thinking abt Wakasa getting jealous over you texting another guy, but the situation is no strings attached and no one catches feelings, heheh /// cw include. fem!reader, smut, use of marijuana, possessiveness, unprotected sex, creampie and etc.
“Send him a picture of us in bed together.”
“What are you talking about?” You giggled, your eyes glued to your phone and your thumbs tapping away on the screen.
“Whoever it is that you’re texting,” Wakasa says, “send ‘em a picture of me and you in bed together so they’ll stop texting you.”
You playfully roll your eyes. “Are you jealous?”
Wakasa chuckles softly, reaching over to the dresser by his bed and pulling out an already rolled up blunt. “Wouldn’t you be if I was lying naked in your bed and texting another girl?” He questions, putting the blunt in his mouth and lighting it up.
“I guess I would.” You replied and Wakasa only hummed in response. Afterwards, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you passed each other the blunt, that was until you spoke again, breaking the silence.
“Are you falling for me, Waka?”
“Heh,” he chuckles, “guess I am.” He smiled at you and you swear he’s so pretty, like a rare majestical beauty.
You then crawled on top of him, naked. “I knew you couldn’t handle me.” You said, leaning forward to place a kiss upon his soft lips, but out of nowhere Wakasa flips you over on your backside. His hand caressing and holding up your thigh, and his face dangerously close to yours.
“Are you saying it’s wrong of me to want you to myself?” He questions.
“Says the guy that was so adamant on keeping things casual and no strings attached.” You replied, wrapping your arms around Wakasa’s neck and kissing his lips. “Do you remember the first time we did it?”
“Like yesterday.” Waka muttered.
“Did you really mean what you said, or was that a way to get into my panties?”
Wakasa chuckled softly and licked his lips, “I meant every word, pretty thing.” He murmured in your ear, nibbling and licking your earlobe.
You used all of your energy and strength to flip Waka over on his back, straddling him in the process. “Don’t tease me, Waka!”
Wakasa began to laugh as if it was the funniest thing he’s ever seen. Such beauty, you thought. He then started drawing circles on your hips, “g’nna ride me? I’m pretty tired from earlier.” He smiled.
You rolled your eyes once more. “You’re always tired.” You said, moving your hips slowly back and forth on his cock. You’re still wet from earlier activities, so you’re practically leaking.
You grabbed his cock and began to stroke it before sliding down on it, moaning in the process of being stretched out. Before you could even start moving, Waka stilled your movements with his hands on your hips.
“Don’t go too crazy, a’ight princess.” He said with a smirk.
You leaned forward, kissing his jaw and lips, “but I want to make you feel good too.” You whispered.
Wakasa chuckled, “heh, you’re so cute, y’know that..” he stated, “but I’m still sensitive from earlier, baby.” He’s now caressing your cheek with his thumb.
There goes that funny feeling in your stomach again.
You grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach. “You give me butterflies all the time,” you said smiling softly, “so is it okay to say that I might’ve fallen for you as well?”
Wakasa licked his lips, his cock started twitching inside your wet warm cunt. “I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now,” he said, “so say it, say that you’re my girl.”
You bit your bottom lip, “I’m your girl.” You murmured.
And that was it — instead of you going crazy, Wakasa was the one that lost himself inside of you, completely falling more and more for you every time his cock slid in and out of your cunt — milking him for everything he’s worth and honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. <3
author’s note. this is the worst drabble/fic I’ve ever written. BYE!!!
➽ ❥ syp: f!reader x wakasa imaushi — cw; white leopard hybrid!wakasa, established relationship, implied anniversary, aphrodisiac chocolate, choking, spit kink (if you squint), cnc (?)
✰ a/n: this might have gotten away from me a lil (in the best way) this is probably one of the softer themes of my kinktober masterlist but it's soooo good ❣
it was a special occasion, so you decided to do something different tonight.
a new perfume, that dress you bought but never wore, and a limited edition box of chocolates.
you'd heard the rave reviews about this, how crazy the side effects were. curiosity got the better of you, breaking into the box before wakasa even got home. really what's the harm in trying one?
apparently a lot.
the taste is rich on your tongue, a perfect blend of milk chocolate and caramel. it melts sweetly in your mouth. at first you don't feel anything.
then a fire ignites in your veins. hot. needy. uncontrollable.
you feel warm all over, a sheen of sweat prickling your skin, body burning up from the inside out—and the desire to be mounted has skyrocketed up to the nth degree.
what is this? some voodoo magic shit?
but no, it's real and your body is screaming at you, an obscene amount of slick flooding your panties. the poor lace can't contain it all, it drips down your thighs like tears.
you glance at the clock, wakasa should be home any minute now. yet you can't wait, needing some sort of relief for the insatiable ache between your legs.
wakasa enters the house to flickering candlelight, rose petals and wine glasses set up. in his hand is an already chilled bottle of your favorite wine, which he sets in the ice bucket, lilac eyes searching for you. white fuzzy ears flick, hearing your muffled voice from somewhere deeper in the home.
he sniffs the air, the intoxicating scent of arousal mixed with the candle that's burning—birch and pine, smoky like a campfire—but you smell sweeter.
and while he doesn't find you, he does spot the chocolates—you and your sweet tooth just couldn't wait for him.
he plucks a couple from the box and pops one into his mouth, walking towards your shared bedroom. wakasa stumbles in on quite the sight, your legs spread wide, whimpering as you fuck yourself on a dildo—an exact replica of his cock. down to every vein and slight upwards hook.
"well well well, someone's eager tonight. couldn't wait f'me, darlin?" wakasa drawls, eyes raking over you, dick already stirring in his slacks.
"haaah... chocolate—" shlick. "need you, s'bad."
the chocolate? what is she on about? there's nothing wrong with—oh.
"don't tell me you bought that overpriced crap?" he huffs, a flush darkening across his face, watching as you desperately rut onto the silicone toy.
"sur...prise..."
the bed dips under his weight, settling at the foot on his stomach, eye level with your soaked cunt swallowing his likeness.
"baby, you really want that piece of cheap silicone over the real deal?" your pupils are blown wide when they meet his, so lost in a frenzy of lust.
is this your version of being in heat? he wonders. his fluffy tail whips back and forth, excitedly, fingers brushing yours where you grip the flared base like it's life or death. with a quick flick of his wrist the toy is yanked from your cunt, leaving you empty and panting, a stuttered whine leaving your parted lips.
in the next second wakasa is climbing over your flushed body, pushing his pants low enough that his dick springs free. cock already hard, leaking and aching, a determined glint in his eyes as he moves with purpose.
"hurry— please... need you..." you whimper, licking your lips when he presses the bulbous head against your puffy folds, anticipating the stretch of his thick cock.
wakasa lines himself up, rubbing up and down to collect your sticky essence over his tip. relishing in the little whines and moans that leak from your lips, you're so impatient and needy tonight.
"how could i refuse when my girl asks so sweetly?"
he pushes in, hips stuttering at the resistance—still so fucking tight—until his tip pops through and promptly punches your cervix with painful accuracy that has your back arching off the mattress, a cry flying from your lips like a demonic possession happening before his eyes.
his low, airy chuckle is the only warning you get, the cold metal of his rings tingle against your overheated skin. his hips slotting against yours, only to pull almost all the way back out before slamming back in.
a gasp rolls off your tongue as your eyes go back into your skull. the bed creaks, the headboard knocks into the wall—he broke the damn thing during his last heat and never got around to fix it, so now it hits the wall every brutal thrust he unleashes.
he uses that dick like a battering ram—pounding hard and relentlessly into your sweet spot.
"close already huh?"
"fu-uuck... right there—"
there's no use in hiding, wakasa can feel it; how your cunt pulses around his cock when you finally do break, having been close from your earlier, ahem, activities. a creamy, gooey ring forming around his length as you ride the waves of your orgasm.
the lavender irises are swallowed whole by how blown wide his pupils are, drinking in every quake and tremble of your body. a sight he never grows tired of. your chest rises and falls, panted moans flit into the space between you.
"no tapping out— not yet, okay?"
wakasa crashes his lips into yours and before you can even process it—a another chocolate is pushed into your mouth by his tongue.
when in the hell did he pull that out? or from where?
all thoughts go out the window as his tongue pulls back, though his lips simply divert to your neck, letting the candy melt in your mouth.
it's a sneaky move to pull. spiking your libido even higher with another dose, to keep you on his level.
your blood sings, every nerve ending on fire wherever his touch goes. each kiss and nip along your throat has you bucking your hips upwards, grinding your clit into his pubes.
silvery blonde hair spills over his forehead, long locks barely held back into his usual bun. the flickering candlelight bathes him a fuzzy, golden halo highlighting those strong arms—that are glistening seductively in sweat—that can toss you around like a ragdoll.
everything becomes a haze. lost in the sensations washing over you.
mind fading to black.
his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he drills into your sopping pussy like he's trying to fuck you through the mattress. watching the way your eyes unfocus, all glassy and sweet.
good. that's what he wants. he's obsessed with the way you melt under his touch, a mindless hole for him to fill again and again.
he flips you over, pulling your ass high into the air while your torso is flat into the mattress. the angle would be uncomfortable, that is if you were even able to have one functional thought at that moment.
rough fingertips find your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud, it twitches under his finger. and through it all his hips never stop.
wakasa's other hand snakes up to your throat, squeezing the sides in the way he knows you love.
your whimpered squeals are music to his ears. he's thought about recording them to use later—for the rare times when you two are apart. nothing compares to how you sound when he ruins you.
when you cum again it soaks the sheets, gushy pumps of his cock only heighten the wet slaps of skin.
"waka... hnng—" you moan through your bitten lip, eyes snapping open when he thrusts forward harshly, forcing his knot into your tight hole. heat swelling in your stomach as he paints your insides a milky white with his seed. his knot plugs his cum inside, locking it in so that not even a single drop is wasted.
"let's just... stay like this, yeah?"
your hips sink down, tilting your head to the side against the pillows. wakasa cradles your face tenderly, smothering you beneath his bulky frame—a literal human weighted blanket. love and adoration shine in his eyes, holding you like a prized possession.
maybe the chocolates weren't a waste of money after all.
warnings; smut, weed, high sex, fingering, creampie. not proofread!
being shinichiro’s little sister has its perks. many girls that you met during your youth would always envy you because shin was the ”cool brother.” you never thought about it this way, because motorcycle rides with him and his friends, as well as partying together for the whole high school, were a normal thing for you. you were only 5 years younger than shin, yet the strong bond between you two was undeniable. shinichiro was your role model, someone you always looked up to. for shin, on the other hand, you were a true gem he needed to protect. since the day you were born, he swore to himself that he wanted to make the world a better place for his family. but as you grew older, it was harder for you to be around shinichiro and his friends just because of a certain person – imaushi wakasa.
he was the closest friend of shinichiro. he was around your house countless times as if he was another member of the family. wakasa saw your whole adolescence — from pink dresses and playing knights and princesses when you were five, to your first motorcycle ride without shinichiro when you were a reckless 16-year-old girl who nearly broke his bike (to this day, he believes that the scratches were wakasa’s fault!). after your brother moved out a few years ago, he hadn’t seen you since, so he was surprised when shinichiro once invited you for a party, and instead of shin’s little sister he saw a beautiful young woman. wakasa always found you pretty, yet always brushed off the thoughts of it. you were his best friend’s sister — he couldn’t think of you that way! it was wrong for him, so he always kept his distance around you, while you grew up with the thought that your silly little crush didn’t like you. in your eyes, wakasa was always bored, uninterested, sometimes even ignorant, but there was something that made you drawn to him. sometimes, when you were alone with him, he was showing a completely other side and you always wondered if it was because of kindness or if he was just playing with your feelings. maybe it was better that you lost contact with him for so long? you needed to forget about it anyway — the sooner, the better.
after that party, something changed. you started to hang out more with shin as well as with wakasa, and you noticed the differences in his behaviour now. you were aware of the fact that waka was glancing at you longer than he should, always tried to be as close as possible to you. once you were whiny about not buying white floral lacy thighs, and the next time you saw wakasa, he gifted you exactly those you wanted back then. it made you feel special. you took note of the fact that he was more mature now than before, and all of those actions weren’t made without purpose. as well as he wouldn’t ask you to dye his hair purple without any ulterior motives. it was one time when shinichiro invited you and waka for his 23rd birthday party. both of you were staying over at shinichiro’s place for a whole week, and once wakasa randomly came home with a purple hair dye and weed. your brother wasn’t around, because he had some extra work in his shop, so both of you had to spend an evening together.
”girl, i have this vision, hear me out.” wakasa greeted you with those words, and the last thing you remember was him teaching you how to roll a blunt. you never smoked weed before, always limited yourself to alcohol, but it was something you always wanted to try. you nearly threw up after taking a drag and when this disgusting taste of burnt herbs met your throat. it smelled similar to lemon balm tea, but the taste was terrible.
”waka, i don’t think it does anything.” you said after some minutes. he only laughed at the sight of your red eyeballs and dilated pupils. and that laugh took you somewhere else. you started laughing with him, and everything began spinning around. your vision was once blurry, once everything seemed to be in slow motion, and the next second you felt like you were on a rollercoaster. your heartbeat was fast, and god knows how your limpy hands were spreading the hair dye on the strands of his hair. wakasa was seated on the chair, his legs between yours. if you wouldn’t be standing and trying not to dye his scalp, you’d be straddling him. both of you were high as fuck.
”are you a hairdresser or something?” he asked, looking at your eyes lazily. he had to use all the force and consciousness not to look down at your boobs as he was smoking another blunt and blowing the smoke in your face. but you were making it hard for him. his question made you burst into laughter again. you had to stop your work because he quickly followed, and both of you were laughing like crazy.
”no, but emma always wants me to do her hair.” you answered after you calmed down a little. you finished your work and now it was all about waiting to rinse it later. you wanted to set the dying kit on the table, but before you moved away his hands grabbed your hips, making you stay in the very position you were before. ”what’s wrong?” you only looked down at him and asked. he seemed a little nervous. ”nothing. just stay like that, don’t go.” wakasa’s arms wrapped around you tightly, trapping you in his lap, and you had to be extra careful not to get your shirt or body stained by the hair dye. he grabbed the kit from you and placed it on the ground as his hands were roaming around you hungrily and he was slowly bringing his face closer. ”can i kiss you?” he asked suddenly. your heartbeat was even faster than before and you didn’t even know if it was because of the weed anymore. with lazy movements of your lips, you were making out with him. it was slow at first, but it quickly became more hungry and desperate. his free hand wandered to your boob to finally squeeze it, and when you felt that you pulled away. you looked down at him while taking your shirt off. ”fuck me, waka.” your words echoed in his brain and he couldn’t believe what he just heard.
”what the fuck… i don’t think we should do that.” he blinked lazily as he took another drag, but his hand already unclasped your bra and played with your nipples. ”why? shin’s not there, he won’t come back yet. come on...” your lips attacked his neck and he nearly lost it. he managed to pull you away from him and looked into your eyes.
”i’m for real now. you’re high, i don’t want to make it look like i drugged you just to have sex with you.” wakasa didn’t want to hurt you. he loved you deeply, not wanted to use you.
”waka, i’ve been in love with you since i was like 7. i’m conscious enough to know what’s going on, and i’m serious right now. i don’t see it that way.” your confession was enough for him to stop holding back. he didn’t waste time kissing you again. in fact, he kissed every inch of your skin that was available, meanwhile you were undressing both of you. ”fuck, i love you. i always did.” he whispered between each kiss he placed on your skin. ”gonna ride me, pretty? think you can do that for me?” he asked desperately while helping you take off his sweatpants. meanwhile, you completely ignored the fact that your body was not only covered in hickeys, but also in hair dye a little, you were grinding against him just to feel a little bit of friction. wakasa pushed your pink lacy panties to the side and ran a finger through your wet folds. ”holy shit, you’re dripping.” it was such a beautiful view how his fingers easily slipped inside of you and your cunt sucked them so eagerly. you felt every sensation two times stronger than normal, so it took only a few pumps of his fingers to nearly make you cum. he was amazed by the way your pussy was clenching on his fingers, but wakasa was a mean one. you whined, frustrated as he pulled out, but the way he sucked on those fingers licking them clean was such a filthy sight that you had to admit it was the hottest thing you ever saw. you slid down his boxers, and as he smoked the blunt taking his sweet time, you sank onto him. he coughed the smoke in your face, feeling how your cunt squeezed around him. his hand grabbed your hip in a way it would leave a bruise and guided you to ride him faster. each time you would move, he’d thrust up his hips to meet yours. you swear you never felt so blissed before — screaming and moaning his name, already fucked out after a few shallow thrusts, but you felt like you’d been touching the sky. riding wakasa felt like opening the gates of eternal pleasure. no guy ever made you cum so fast like that. you creamed around him, pussy gripping him as if never wanting to let him go. he followed quickly, filling you up with a loud groan, though he didn’t pull out right away. he was clinging onto your body, afraid he’d lose you completely if he let you go. wakasa had you cockwarm him on his lap until both of you heard shin’s motorcycle pulling up on the driveway. stress washed over your whole body, you quickly started collecting the clothes that were scattered around. wakasa grabbed the blunts that were left on the table and everything that was falling from your hands as both of you ran to the bathroom, where he locked the door. it bought you some more time to make out, but when you heard the front door opening you had to get dressed and rinse off the hair dye from wakasa’s hair and act like everything was normal — even though you wanted more and more of him. well, at least for someone who was high as fuck while doing his hair, it turned out incredible.
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ as always i will check and correct the mistakes later but i had it in my mind for the whole week and i finally needed to write it</3 also don’t ask me how i know what weed tastes and smells like and what it feels like after smoking it………… expect more wakasa fics cuz i NEED this man!! reblogs and all are really appreciated as well as requests<3
I have this headcanon that Wakasa just likes making out. Not necessarily going further, just you in his lap, on his couch, hands on your hips while kissing you lazily. You can grip his collar, grind on him and he wouldn’t stop until you’re a breathless mess, begging him to undress you. Although he’d be happy to just continue kissing you until you get sleepy. He likes to touch you, thumbs tracing circles on your hips, hands slipping higher on your ribs until they reach your chest. He’d palm it for a moment before going back to your waist, pulling you closer to him before finally settling in your ass, letting you take control of the kiss. Even when he’s hard, he won’t touch you properly until you’re desperate for it.
hihihi!! <3 i hope you’re doing wonderful! i would like to request G, I and Y for wakasa 🥹
ɞ ⊹ ࣪ a/n : wahh i hope you're doing wonderfully as well <3 i'm so sorry this took me forever to get to but better late than never! :3
[ g ] : game - what’s his body count?
wakasa's body count is higher than people expect, but not in a sleazy way? he's had a decent amount of casual hookups over the years. he's laidback and attractive, so opportunities come easily, and he's never been the type to turn down a good time when he's in the mood. he doesn't do it to rack up numbers though. it's more like... if the vibe is right and there's chemistry, he'll go for it. no strings, no drama, just good sex, ya feel? and i also feel like i need to say that he's not a fuckboy about it either. once he's in an actual relationship, he's loyal as hell and the casual stuff stops completely. so while his body count is respectable, it's not some crazy astronomical number. he's had his fun, but he's also perfectly capable of settling down when the right person comes along.
[ i ] : intensity - how intense is the sex? what’s his pace like?
the sex is usually chill, drawn-out, and mutually satisfying. he's not the type to rush, so he's real big on foreplay. his style is slow and intentional, deep thrusts while he watches you with that lazy, half-lidded gaze. he's not pounding you into the mattress unless you ask him for it. instead, it's a steady rhythm that builds gradually until you're shaking. and because he doesn't expend a whole lot of energy, he can last for a long time— one round turns into two or three with short breaks in between where he's still inside you or just touching you everywhere. all in all, sex with wakasa feels like he's savoring you.
[ y ] : yearning - how high is his sex drive?
wakasa's sex drive is pretty average. he's not desperate for it, but when the vibe is there... i mean. what's a man supposed to do? when he's high ( small shoutout to plug! wakasa ), it can spike a little and he'll become more talkative and teasing during sex. but overall, his drive is healthy and consistent. like i said, quality and connection matter more to him than frequency.
no feelings, just lust - wakasa imaushi x fem!reader
what happens when FWB -> feelings?
tw: language, casual sex (obviously), trust issues/mental health issues
a/n: hello! you all know the drill, i've been busy with all uni. i've been wanting to write again and i finally had some free time tonight. am i once again venting my own psychological issues in the form of writing? yes. but honestly lets be so fr for a second i feel like some of my other girlies relate to this shit. idk, lmk. i hope i'm not the only one. (i'm scared of men)
wakasa didn't "do" relationships. too much work. too much shit he's got on his plate already. and hey, a girl deserves more in a serious relationship then a guy who doesn't give a shit, right? there are plenty of fuckers who treat their girls like trash just because they want the attention but not the commitment. in all honesty, wakasa didn't do friendships either. it's easier in his line of work to keep everyone at a distance. helps it hurt less when they leave - when they die, or shit, they betray you.
but through shinichiro, he met you.
turns out, you weren't really all that into relationships either. it was funny that both of your lack of commitment stemmed from trust issues, but that wasn't something you both exactly said out loud.
for you, it was easier not to get hurt or rejected if you never gave someone the chance to get close. so, you would play nice, act the part of a friendship, smile, placate, but at the end of the day, no one was really your friend. they were part of an act you played in your head. you assumed various roles, went through your script, amused your audience. and for what? so people can like you? at this point, you weren't even sure.
this, of course, didn't even begin to touch on your commitment issues caused by your struggles in your own identity. you don't know what the fuck you want in a relationship, so whenever shit got serious, you cut it off. you decided relationships weren't your thing because guys didn't deserve to have their feelings played with by someone who approaches them half-heartedly.
when you met wakasa, it was perfect. neither of you wanted anything beyond just casual sex. no commitment. you don't care who else the other is fucking, so long as your clean. you can quit whenever you want. no strings attached and with it, no feelings. there were no expectations. you were free to do what you want, and if it wasn't what you wanted anymore, you could call it off without hurting anyone. you just happen to be satisfying each other's needs. it's both selfish, but in a way, also a symbiotic give-and-take. if it is mutually beneficial, is it really all that selfish? maybe you shouldn't be giving as much thought to the semantics, but your proclivity for overthinking is part of the reason your real relationships are a clusterfuck.
shinichiro introduced you at the club, where you were languidly sipping on a cocktail.
"this is y/n, she's chill. comes out to hang with us sometimes."
"yeah, when i got shit else to do," you laughed.
your gaze met his purple eyes as you blinked slowly. the smell of weed permeated throughout the club, adding a slight fog to the already densely populated club.
"wakasa." he said, and that was it. no "nice to meet you" or any of that other shit. yeah, he wasn't up for the play acting either. good.
as he ordered a drink, you took another sip, searching the club for anything amusing to pass the time. blaring music, sweaty bodies, lustful and uninvited hands...yeah, it wasn't really your scene. but you were bored, and honestly a little lonely. with that combination, you hit up shinichiro asking if he and his gang were doing anything this weekend. they always are. how do they not get exhausted just being around all these people? it's a task already just spouting off conversation with these braindead fuckers.
wakasa took a seat next to you, surveying the club just as you were. after taking another sip of his scotch, he said, "this shit gets old pretty fast."
you smirked. "can't say i disagree."
wakasa licked his lips, taking a long look at your figure.
"you doin' anything tonight? 'sides sitting here bored as fuck."
you turned your eyes to him once more. "what did you have in mind?"
-
wakasa slammed you against the door to your apartment, kissing you urgently as you attempted slipped off your shoes while just a little bit wasted. you weren't wasted enough to see this guy was fucking hot. and as he rubbed up against you, you realized he had plenty to offer.
"so fuckin' hot," he sighed as he kissed you, "i wanna be inside you."
you groaned as he licked your lip, then plunged his tongue into your mouth. there, you two melded into a rhythm of twisting tongues, sighing, moaning, drawing back for a breath, and then repeating it all over again.
of course, this only lasted so long before wakasa grabbed your ass, lifting you up and carrying you to your bedroom and tossing you onto your bed. as he unbuckled his pants, you make quick work of removing your tight-fitting dress.
at last, you basked in each other's well-endowed features. as you looked at him, his purple eyes were nearly pitch black with desire. he wants you. and you can have him.
like letting go of a rope, wakasa met your body and slid his cock in between your wet folds. his pace was a steady rhythm as he gazed at you, analyzing what make you feel good.
"mmm... harder..." you sighed, to which he quickly responded with more aggressive thrusts, causing the bed to whine as he pounded into you.
"yes, oh my god, yes," you sighed.
he sucked air through his teeth. "fuck, you're so tight. feels so fuckin' good."
as his hips rocked into yours, you couldn't take your eyes off him. your fingers found the nape of his neck, where you pulled at the purple and blond strands, eliciting a groan from him.
suddenly he stopped. "fuck, not gonna cum yet. wanna make you feel even better." he pushed your body futher up the bed, then spread your thighs until they touched either side of you.
slowly, he leaned his head down toward your pussy, his eyes on you. then, he licked a stripe up, teasingly. you couldn't hold back your whimper. a corner of his mouth turned up as he sucked on your clit, then once again licked up your slick, swirling his tongue around your entrance. you felt your pussy getting wetter as he continued to taste you.
"tastes so good. lemme see you cum, baby girl."
he moves his fingers inside of you, thrusting them in and out of your pussy at such a rapid pace you began moaning.
along with it, he removed his tongue, licking what was left on his mouth, and moved his other fingers to rub against your clit, making slow circles.
your breathing became shallow, just gasps of air. your mind went completely blank, only able to focus on the sensations he brought with only his hands. and fuck, those hads were like magic.
slowly, slowly, the pleasure built up inside of you until you let out a moan, shaking as you orgasmed.
as you sighed, calming your rapid breathing, he eyed you up and down. "you don't think we're done, do you? we're just gettin' started." he said, curling his lips in amusement.
you huffed out a laugh, "of course, we wouldn't want you leaving without your dick soaked."
his mouth twisted downward, as if he was fighting against a smile. "alright then, make me cum."
-
you awoke to light stubbornly illuminating your room through the blinds. thank god you didn't have a hangover. you sighed in contentment. you felt so full. it had been awhile since you'd had sex that good. well, fuck, it was great. out of this world. mind-blowing. you lost count of how many hours you were at it, how many times you made each other cum. all you could remember was the sensation of wakasa inside of you and your mouth around his cock. and goddamn, the wonders he worked with that tongue. fuck, did you get his number?
you glanced over to the other side of your bed. predictably, it was empty. well, at least he wasn't expecting some kind of morning pillow talk. better to just fuck and be done with it then sit there talking about your feelings.
lamenting your oversight, you lazily walked toward your kitchen, thankful for your coffee maker preprogrammed to make you the good shit without you fucking around with the machine when your mind wasn't yet awake.
after taking a few sips of your highly-caffienated, highly-sugar-filled coffee, you noticed a slip of paper on the counter.
thanks for the fun night. if your up for it some time again, text me. xxx-xxx-xxxx - wakasa
you smiled. at least one of you had your head on straight this morning.
pulling out your phone, you typed out "hey wakasa. it's y/n. definitely down for another night sometime."
not two minutes after you sent your message, you heard your phone ding.
"glad to hear. free sunday night. your place or mine?"
"your place. wanna see if your place is as glorious as mine, with the shitty white paint over the holes in the wall from my landlord. ya know, the luxurious shit you get when you can just barely pay the bills." you replied.
"sounds good. here's my address: xxxx xxxx xxxxxxx."
you pouted. not a laugh? well, he's not really the "lol" type, you supposed. but why did you even care? maybe just because he doesn't have a good sense of humor - what a piece of moldy cheese. but the sex was good, so even if his personality is moldy cheese (just because he didn't think you were funny) you can put up with him. and did his personality even matter? you guys were just fucking. it's just sex. nothing more.
-
wakasa breathed out a laugh, looking at your text. the corner of his mouth quirked up despite himself, resulting in an eyebrow raise from his unwanted observer.
"the fuck you smiling at?" shinichiro asked, grinning.
"damn, get off my dick, shin. none of your business."
"it's that girl you fucked last night, isn't it?" he said, moving his eyebrows up in down in the most obnoxious way.
"well, yeah, we're gonna meet up and fuck again sometime. nothing serious. you're always so interested in making everything sound like some damn romance." wakasa rolled his eyes.
shinichiro frowned, replying incredulously, "well, sor-ry for having a fuckin' dream! not all of us can fuck girls left and right."
wakasa scoffed. "not my fault your bitchless."
"i'm not 'bitchless', i just prefer a girl to like me for more than my cock." shinichiro defended.
"it's really not that serious. if you go into it thinking it's gonna be this whole romantic and idealistic shit, it's not. yeah, they want you for your dick. but you want them for their pussy. it works out."
it was shinichiro's turn to roll his eyes. "not everyone can just sleep around like it's no big deal. i want someone who likes me for more than just my amazing, gorgeous, sexy body."
wakasa shook his head, "well good luck, because you don't even fit that bill either."
shinichiro gasped, "shut the fuck up! i can dream, okay?!" with that, he stormed away.
wakasa shook his head. shinichiro was always getting his heart broken. how did he not see that keeping things casual was better than wasting your time trying to win someone over for more than just sex? it wasn't worth the time.
-
for the next few weeks, something idiotic was developing in his mind. after those hours of fucking, wakasa found himself wanting to stay. he thought about coming over earlier so he could try your cooking that you bragged about but probably tasted like dog shit. he wanted to watch the stupid movie you were raving about when you stayed up late talking after a few rounds. he spent sleepless nights thinking about the time when you were drunk and told him that he was so sweet behind all his "bad boy" exterior (whatever she meant by that). more than a few times he awoke to dreams of fucking you senseless. but more concerning were the dreams in which you held his hand, gently smiling at him as you walked toward a street food vendor. it was like, dating shit. he didn't do dates. so why the fuck was he dreaming about corny shit like some walk-around-town time with you?
he briefly considering calling the whole thing off. just biting the bullet and texting you he just wasn't feeling it anymore. but then he'd hear his phone ding again, and it was a text asking if he was doing anything tonight. or fuck, sometimes it was just some "cursed image" (as you called it) that made him question your sanity. but also made him smile. like, what the fuck, wakasa? just block her. don't have anything to do with her. you don't need that investment in your life. it was goddamn embarassing how fast he'd grab his phone when he heard his phone ding - hoping it was from you. so he couldn't let go. the sex is too good, he reasoned with himself. he hasn't had this level of physical chemistry with anyone. so, he can't take the chance of hoping to find someone else.
-
as you sat cuddled against wakasa's side, watching the most iconic movie ever (that you forced him into sitting his ass down and watching), you realized something. you and wakasa were... friends. not fake friends were you had to play the part of whatever the fuck he wanted from you. like, genuine friends. you felt you could be - as lame as it sounds - yourself.
after the movie ended, you looked up at him. for some reason, an image of him pushing back your hair to kiss your forehead flashed through your mind. but friends didn't do that shit. and neither did hookups. but eh, everyone gets like that sometimes, right?
-
"'m gonna order some food. what kinda rice do you want?"
"just get me whatever you're having. don't feel like thinking right now."
he laughed. "lazy ass."
you grinned at your position on the couch, watching him as he leaned against the dining table. "says the guy who lives his entire life on 'minimal effort mode'."
"it wasn't an insult."
"damn. here i was thinking you were being a big meanie, but you're just a real sweetheart, aren't you?"
he rolled his eyes. "shut up. 'm ordering a bunch of shit because i know you always want egg rolls."
"this is true. i'm big back and proud."
he shook his head, withholding a grin, much to your amusement.
it was such a stupid moment. he was just ordering food while chatting with you idly. but fuck. he has feelings for you. and not just "i wanna fuck you" feelings. the kinda mushy, lame shit shinichiro was always yappin' about. the kind of shit that made him think of the future rather than always looking toward the past. he wanted to be more than just a fuck-buddy. in some ways, he felt like you already were. but how the hell is he supposed to ask that? the whole "what are we?" sounds dumb. but exposing his true feelings sounded even more foolish. with that, he decided, it's better not to say anything. it'll go away anyway.
-
news flash, your feelings were not going away. and yeah, you knew at this point that things were changing. you looked at him not with soley physical attraction, but also a deep, emotional connection. you felt like you clicked on a whole different level than any of the other guys you'd attempted to date before. it's not like you could help it. wakasa... there was just something so magnetic about him. something inexplicable that drew you to him. that made it impossible to leave him on read. more than a few times you texted until the sun shone through your windows. and it wasn't sexting. it was talking about stupid shit, or sometimes even getting down to a little bit of some of those issues you've been pushing away because it's easier to ignore them than address them and work through all the mountain of garbage you've carried your entire life.
you understood each other the way no one else did. falling in love with him - if you dared use that "L" word - seemed like it was set in stone. once you went beyond sex, it was like love was unavoidable. even when you tried to search for reasons to dislike him - any part of him that made you decide was too much of a red flag to have any sort of loss of feelings - you came up empty. sure, he's not perfect, but fuck if he isn't perfect for you.
how could you burden him with your feelings? you already knew talking about it would ruin everything. both of you didn't do relationships. how stupid would it be to suggest one?
-
you both lay panting on either side of your mattress.
unexpectedly, wakasa asked, "...are you..." he exerted another breath, "seeing... any other... guys?"
your eyes widened in surprise. "...not currently... why?" you hated that a part of you desperately hoped that he was jealous.
he glanced away from you. "ah, it's nothin'."
you sat up on your elbows. "is it really nothing? waka, are you upset?"
he shook his head fervently. "nah, no. it's really nothin'."
you raised an eyebrow but conceded. "...well, okay. if you say so."
wakasa's eyes found your own. and he stared into your eyes like he never had before. like he was studying them. memorizing every color, every outline, every speckle. his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, then back again.
"can i..." he licked his lips, "can i... kiss you?"
you let out a small laugh. "you've never asked before."
he looked down. "...nevermind."
yet, you understood what he meant. asking.... it was different. it meant something. something deeper than just expressing lust and bodily desire.
so, you leaned forward, grabbing the collar of his shirt, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. your mouths moved against each other, yet it was delecate. reverent. like both of you wanted to savor this moment forever, rather than pull apart for something as trivial as air.
as you parted at last, after a quick breath, wakasa leaned in for a gentle kiss on your mouth. as he parted, his eyes found yours. and you could no longer deny that your hopes were not unfounded.
"i love you, waka."
he blinked slowly. "i love you, too."
a/n: rahhhh i think this might be one of my favorites. please share your thoughts!
You’re his favorite pretty bartender he can’t risk that you go alone through the dark alleys of Tokyo. Not when he knows alone his presence intimidates all those bastards who would take one wrong look at you.
Sooooo after it was being a little quiet about my man Wakasa I just thought I drop this here 💀🤣 had this in my drafts for months now 👀 never did I thought this gorgeous specimen would take such a hold on me 😩 soooo have fun. 💖
Warnings: fluff
Wordcount: 1,4K
Everything felt a little slower as soon as Wakasa Imaushi was walking alongside you, he shoved his bike next to you. Why? Because you didn't hop on it.
You were the bartender that served drinks in one of the usual bars where he sits with some gang members. And still, you did not really know who he was.
Besides the kinda subtle tension that was between you, when you slid over his drink. The way his eyes still stayed half lidded and bored but with a certain interest in them, when you were at the bar tonight.
He mostly wondered why you worked on the bar, when you easily could be an escort, or perhaps something completely different. You did your work neatly and efficiently. And the fact you were able to observe a detail, it went not unnoticed by him.
Just a few words, subtle flirts had been between you. Nothing more, just for the fact you got to be stuck in his head. Not quite always present, but damn, eyes lingering on you a little longer when you actually showed up.
And it was so cute, you did not have any clue who he was, not even an idea he was one of the legends. Of course, you thought he was shady, you worked in a shady bar, weird people everywhere. Tough guys—at least they looked like that, smart people. Nothing you never witnessed. But well, since Wakasa seemed to be so lean back, even bored, you did not think he would actually beat the shit out of people.
And this is when you were here now, after your shift, walking down a creepy alley, mostly you took the other way, but there was some street feast, and you just wanted to leave in peace. Wakasa noticed you before you noticed him. Bike stopping shortly next to on the street while you were on the sidewalk.
"A little late, want a ride home?" he asked you, probably hoping you would get, he was not a guy who took advantage. You knew him from the bar, you got an impression, not a bad one.
"Didn't your mom tell you, you should not drive with strangers?" you asked him back, but there was a small smile on your lips. You appreciated the gesture at least, although you would rather walk.
"It's not like I would have waved with a free candy sign." Wakasa replied, before hopping down his bike and started shoving it, next to you.
He was aware of what happened in those alleys, and before something unlucky would happen...it felt better to walk you home, at least some part of the way.
Your brows frowned, and you tilted your head. "Wait, you don't insist I ride with you?" clearly confused.
"Well, you said no, and I am not that kind of guy..." and his answer, made you feel a weird feeling in your tummy. But not a bad one. He seemed shady, and perhaps not like the nice dude from the bar, but he did not seem to have any funny business.
Nonchalant but chill, caring in silence. It was attractive in some way, subtle charm...
"It's past midnight, and you take ways off the main road, someone feels bold tonight. I can't lose my favorite bartender," he breathed out through his nose then. You nodded along before you flashed that cute, soft smile. "I see just protecting what's important. The bartender skills," you joked, adjusting your bag just a little.
It was funny, as soon as Wakasa walked next to you, you were safe. No one would dare to try shit, because everyone knew who he was.
Everyone knew what he could do, so no one wanted to mess with him.
And the people that passed—he noticed their gazes. The way they knew, you could have been an easy target. Then two rough-looking guys slowed their steps when you would pass, just to see when Wakasa stepped out of the shadow from a dim streetlamp. Their eyes turned away.
He did not even need to seem intimidating.
Everyone knows him, except you, you were believing he was a random guy. Gifting him a smile or a sweet reply, sometimes maybe a little cocky when you felt bold.
Perhaps this was the reason, you did not know who he was, what he did, what he could do.
Just a cute bartender girl, making him his Yuzu Hibiki in the best possible way, always with quick fingers. And the way you draped the Yuzu cest over his drink. For some reason, it got him.
"I am not ready to separate from my favorite drink just yet. You took this way because of the street feast?" he asked flatly. Slowly, but surely, you were coming to the end of the dark alley.
"It was loud, and I had enough loud customers today. I just wanted some peace while walking home," he tilted his head so some of his longer hair fell off his shoulders. You liked quiet... although you worked in a bar.
"Anyway, thank you for walking me through. I think I can manage the way," you added then, and he said nothing, not at all. He did not want to leave just yet, not when he was not convinced his favorite bartender girl was safe.
"Is it far, from this point here?" asking as if he would completely ignore what you said before.
"Not at all. Wanna follow me home? So you can sneak your drink?" jesting slightly before you heard the scoff.
"I am sure when I ask nice enough, you would make it anyway." It was a joke, and yet he knew it would be true. Charming and laid back.
"Perhaps...you are not totally wrong with that, even when I wish I would be a little less nice sometimes." It seemed like you would be easy to read, but that was not entirely true. This insecurity, this smile you had. It was a layer—one of many layers.
You were sweet, but not dumb. Observing but not lingering, you kept things for yourself. He just learned too well how to see that.
"Mhm," he let out before actually stopping and studying your face. You just watched how he looked at you. Droopy eyes, more intense now, one blonde lock falling in his face, lilac eyes scanning the form of your eyebrows, your eyes, the form of your nose down to your lips. You felt seen, and for some reason it made you nervous.
"I like that. Being able to be soft, gentle. Not destroying everything that is built up so easily. Being nice is not a weakness, you know." For some reason, this came out deeper than he intended. But it was what he thought. What he thought about you...
Besides the fact that you had a pretty face, with that uncertainty in your eyes.
"You say it like you mean it," you pointed out, wanting to brush some hair out of your face and failing. Placing the bike on the stand before getting closer. Slender fingers reaching out to brush the exact same lock away, behind your ear. Big eyes are looking at him now.
He could have you at his mercy and still be fucking weak, with that expression on your face. And he knew it, because he was observant. But this made him dislike it; it felt vulnerable that some bartender girl could get under his skin when she wanted. So sweetly unaware of who she was talking to. A sigh came out of his mouth, with a faint little smile.
"I don't say things, when I don't mean them." was the last he said to you, before you still felt the subtle tingle of his fingertips in your cheek.
You stood there, endearing a blush over your nose, just caught the attention of the white leopard—this guy, the legend Wakasa Imaushi. He stepped back then, the same nonchalant look as always.
"See you around, pretty," his words calm, but the look in his eyes was saying more. Before he let you pass the rest of your little way. Not pressuring you, not being weird. But damn leaving a feeling over you.
A man that came to the bar you were working, being charming in this oddly way. A man of fewer words, just saying something when it was worth it. And he seemed you to be worth it...
