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like a good neighbor ⇢

summary▸ wakasa's determined to make your wet dreams a reality

pairing▸ incubus!wakasa x afab!reader

genre▸ smut

w.c▸ 3.4 k

warnings▸ 19+ ONLY. 18 & YOUNGER DNI. AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED. oral (f!receiving), wet dreams, masturbating, slight dubcon if you squint, fingering, pussy job, spit kink, creampie, demon fucking, overstimulation, degradation

a.n▸ this is my very late entry for @semisgroupie heaven or hell collab! i know it wasn't a hard deadline but i still feel bad for being over 2 months late T^T as always, ty @marism for beta reading!

Your new neighbor seems… strange.

Not strange in the sense that he smells like moldy cheese and buys cat food in bulk with no cats in sight. No, he always smells amazing (hints of cinnamon and something earthy) and he doesn’t seem to buy anything in bulk. He has purchased a questionable amount of dango but, in every sense of the word, Imaushi Wakasa should seem normal.

He drops into your life as if he’d fallen out of the sky, standing by the mailbox with his new keys in his hands as you walk in from a grocery run. You’re halfway through a melon pop, one arm weighed down with a reusable bag of ingredients for a recipe you’ve been dying to try for weeks when you pause and meet his amethyst stare.

The smile that stretches across his plump lips is devastating.

Wakasa introduces himself, now occupying the unit diagonal from your own, and he’s charming, you’ll give him that. Yet… it’s the unnerving way his half-lidded eyes always seem to find you that jumpstarts your pulse. His entire presence makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and sets your nervous system ablaze. The alarm bells in your head frantically ring whenever he comes around, screaming at you to run, but you logically can’t find any red flags. So you chalk up the weird sensation to burnout from work and move on.

It could be the half-finished bottle of merlot that warms your lower stomach when Wakasa comes by knocking. You feel a bit self-conscious when his eyes roam down the naked expanse of your legs peeking out from beneath the oversized shirt you tossed on after coming home from work. You weren’t exactly expecting guests tonight, so you tug on the hem to cover yourself better as you ask, “Can I help you?”

Wakasa grins.

“Yes, I was wondering if I could borrow an egg?” Your neighbor cocks his head to the side, purple and blonde tendrils swaying at the movement. You shift from one foot to the other. “My recipe calls for two and I only had one.”

“Oh.” You open the door wider. “Yeah sure. Come in, I’ll get it for you.”

He bobs his head and walks through, a waft of something spicy and dark filling your senses when his shoulder brushes against yours. Electricity zips through the air, making your breath hitch and your hands squeeze around the door. You try to keep your expression neutral as you scurry around him, careful not to touch him as you pass by. Wakasa ambles in after you, his head turning curiously from side to side as he observes his surroundings.

“So what’re you making?” You ask as you open the refrigerator and reach for the brown carton. You pop the lid open and pull out one egg before putting the carton back and shutting the door. You walk back to the living room, watching as he inspects a few art pieces hanging above your couch. Wakasa notices you and smirks.

“A cake,” he says simply as you hand him the desired object. You fight the urge to shiver when his fingers graze over yours. His skin’s warmer than you expected. “Thank you. My batter would’ve been ruined otherwise.”

You fight the urge to say something incredibly inappropriate as you bite the inside of your cheek and lead him back to your front entrance.

“Well, good luck with your baking adventures,” you say and Wakasa nods his head in thanks. He seems to be mulling over something, almost expectantly as you peer at him with furrowed brows. “Did you need something else?”

He shakes his head and slips on his sandals. “No,” he replies before tossing you a wink over his shoulder. “Thanks for the egg.” Wakasa lazily waves at you while ambling back to his apartment. You watch him go in confusion before you shake your head and close your door.

Strange, you think while heading back to your couch where your dinner and wine wait for you.

He’s just so… strange.

It’s not until later that night when you’re tossing and turning in bed that your thoughts linger back to him. Your weird but incredibly attractive neighbor, who smiles like sin and looks like heaven. Like the gods have sculpted him out of their own image, with a voice so smooth and rich that it sends shivers down your spine—

You realize with cold clarity just how uncomfortably wet you’ve gotten, cotton panties sticky and clit pulsing. You lay on your back to stare up at the dark ceiling before slipping your hand beneath your underwear, closing your eyes as the image of hypnotizing lavender hues stare down at you. Watching as you run your fingers along your slit. You imagine how his fingers would feel gliding between your folds, gathering your slick and dipping a digit slowly, deliberately into your hole.

You moan quietly, embarrassment engulfing you from your toes to the warmth pooling in your lower stomach as you circle your clit with your finger. You can almost vividly see the way he’s watching you, Wakasa instructing you on how to touch yourself in that sultry tone of his. Your orgasm hits you quicker than ever before, pleasure washing over you like a gentle wave before your eyes flutter shut and you succumb to sleep.

It’s after that night that the dreams begin.

Every time you close your eyes, your mind wanders to your pretty neighbor. Visions of Wakasa kissing you, ravaging you, fucking you.

It’s unbearable just how real these dreams feel— the rough ridges of his tongue when he laps at your essence, the veins of his cock rubbing against your walls when he splits you open. His mouth suctioning against your puffy clit as he maliciously strokes that one spot inside of you, making your back arch and stars decorate your vision. You wake up every morning sensitive and achy, ruined panties thrown into the laundry basket as you walk to the bathroom on wobbly legs.

It’s getting increasingly more and more difficult to look at Wakasa without your pussy clenching and thighs rubbing… and you’re unsure if you’re imagining just how wide his smirk grows every time he greets you.

Weeks pass and the dreams persist. If anything, they become increasingly more and more realistic. Wakasa whispering dirty little commands into your ear as you bounce on his cock. His hand curled into your hair as he pounds into you from behind. Red welts appear along your thighs or ass in the places he tightly grips. They’re so graphic you feel feverish when you open your eyes, sweat rolling down your collar bones and between your breasts as your thighs quake, damp with cum and sweat.

And he’s always watching you unravel, beneath or above him, lips parted and eyes glazed over when he pumps you full. He presses his lips along your hairline or just behind your ear as his cock twitches inside of you.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos as you peer at him drunk on lust. He strokes his fingers along your naked spine. “Take all my love, just like that.”

You can hardly in his direction when you pass by him in the hallways, and you get the strangest sensation that he somehow knows. He knows how you beg for him to ‘please, please, please, just put it in!’ how your jaw aches when you wake up from dreams of sitting between his knees, his hand pressed against the base of your skull as tears roll down your wet cheeks.

Yet Wakasa doesn’t say anything about your flustered state when he knocks one evening.

“Evening,” he purrs, leaning against the doorframe. Your clit pulses at the way he says your name. “Do you have another egg I can borrow?”

“You really need to check if you have everything before you start baking,” you say in a teasing manner, opening the door a little wider to allow him in. Wakasa chuckles as he steps through, this time his fingers grazing along the bare skin peeking out from the wide collar of your shirt. “It’s more fun when I can come and visit you.”

You should feel ashamed from the way your cunt drools when his voice dips. Desire pools into your bloodstream, your breath quickening and body heat rising as you hurry over to the fridge.

“H-here,” you fumble as you nearly dent the wall from how hard you open the refrigerator door. You wouldn’t be surprised if the egg broke when you forcibly place it into his hand, eager to get the object of your wet dreams out of your apartment before you did something you might regret.

Wakasa takes the egg and slowly rolls it around in his palm, eyes never leaving your face as he watches you squirm beneath his gaze. His single earring sways as he tilts his head forward to try and meet your eyes.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Wakasa asks and you nearly moan, panties slick and getting worse by the second. “You don’t look so good.”

“‘M fine,” you say, taking a step back to put some space between the two of you but Wakasa quickly closes the gap.

“You don’t look like it,” he ponders, placing the egg on the end table beside your couch before putting both hands on your hips. You can feel how hot he is through the thin cotton of your shirt. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Fuck me, the words are on the tip of your tongue but you refuse to say them. You can only imagine the look of shock or horror on his face when you say the two words you so desperately want to, so caught up in your own thoughts that you don’t notice Wakasa wedging his leg between yours until he lifts it high enough for you to lightly grind against it.

Your entire being feels like it’s on fire.

“Cat got your tongue?” He whispers, teeth grazing against the shell of your ear as he tightens his grip and forces you lower, rubbing you against his leg with a wicked glint in his glowing eyes. “Because I think I know just how to help you.”

Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as you rub against him, pleasure shooting up your spine and pooling in your belly. “Wakasa,” you whisper as his fingers press bruisingly into your skin. He leans forward and noses your neck.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” he hisses. He yanks you forward and forces you to press against the hard planes of his chest. “God, you’re such a fucking tease.”

“W-what?” You’re dazed and much too drunk on his scent to even notice how eerily bright his eyes are.

“Every night,” he grunts, nearly groaning when you shudder against him. “I fuck you six ways to hell and yet you don’t seek me out. Every night, I eat this pretty pussy out until you’re quaking and yet you can’t even look me in the eyes. Every fucking night I make sure the only name you wake up screaming is mine and not once did you come to my doorstep like I expected you to.” He sighs and dips his fingers beneath the band of your underwear.

When did your shorts come off?

“I’ll have to punish you for making me wait so long.”

Your resistance snaps and you leap forward to crash your lips against his. It’s messy and borderline painful, with more teeth than tongue as your hands frantically roam down the front of his body. Wakasa grips the back of your head to hold you in place as he devours you, making you gasp and melt as his other hand roughly cups your breast.

You’re falling backward onto your couch, the cushions shockingly cold against your naked thighs as Wakasa scoots you further up until he’s perfectly wedged between your thighs and your back is pressed against the armrest. You wheeze when he finally stops kissing you, sucking in a sharp breath as he begins licking and sucking along the column of your neck. Your voice is lost, your mind hazy as Wakasa forcefully tugs your head to the side, giving him more access to your skin.

He nips sharply as he rolls his hips against yours, making you whine and scramble to ground yourself somehow. He gives you a moment to catch your breath when he pulls away and stares down at you through half-lidded eyes and red swollen lips.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, hands steadily sliding down the valley between your breasts. “So fucked out and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

He leans forward to kiss you again, this time slower. Goosebumps follow the light trail of his digits along your naked skin as the fabric of your shirt gathers higher and higher until Wakasa pulls away from you just enough to tug the material off.

His lips enclose your nipple, fingers teasing the other as you whine. You don’t recognize the noises he’s able to pull from you, sounds no other lover has ever been able to produce but Wakasa’s an orchestrator, fine-tuning your moans with every twist of his wrist or roll of his hips.

“So pretty,” he sighs while placing butterfly kisses down from your chest to your navel, dipping his tongue teasingly into your navel before pulling back to admire the damp spot on your underwear. You squirm beneath his heated gaze as he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your underwear once more and drags them down the length of your legs. You lift your hips up and allow him to pull the ruined panties off and toss them to the side. The air is cold against your wet folds but not for long as Wakasa kneels on the floor, gripping your hips and scooting you down until one foot’s on the cushion and the other planted on the floor.

The smirk he gives you is nasty as he takes the leg propped on the couch and throws it over his shoulder. He turns his focus back to your glistening folds, blowing lightly on them before using his hands to part them delicately.

“There she is,” he murmurs, before swiping the tip of his tongue against your clit. You jolt from the sensation and Wakasa chuckles. “Hm, you’re much more sensitive in the flesh, aren’t you?” He asks before licking a broad strip from your dripping hole back to your swollen nub. You’re surely going to get noise complaints from your other neighbors as you sob and quake against him, fist to your mouth to try and quell your whimpers but it’s useless.

Wakasa eats you like a man starved. “Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him. “Taste better like this.” Your hands fly from your mouth to his hair, twisting the duo-colored strands in a tight grip as you grind against his face.

“Waka, Waka, please—“ you whimper as his tongue dips into you before he latches onto your clit and sucks. He groans, the vibrations making you sob even harder.

“C’mon baby,” he sneers, sliding a finger into your heat and groaning at the sensation. “God, you’re so tight, I can’t wait to ruin you.”

One finger turns into two, then quickly to three as he scissors you open. He wiggles and rubs against your squelching walls, pressing into the spot that has you throwing your head back and keening.

“W-wait!” You say, dizzy from the white-hot pleasure that’s quickly mounting, your orgasm building faster than even in your dreams. “I’m-I’m gonna—“

Your mouth drops open as a sob escapes you, Wakasa’s name a warbled mess as you chant it like a mantra, or maybe a prayer. He helps you ride your orgasm out, carefully helping you through the rolling waves of euphoria before you grunt and try to sit up. He pushes you down with a hand on your stomach as he rises to his feet and hovers above you once more. His mouth and chin are shiny from your release but the burning smolders of his amethyst eyes keep you frozen in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” The canines in Wakasa’s mouth look menacingly sharp, your heart thundering in your head as the passioned-filled fog slowly lifts. He doesn’t give you much time to think about anything else as he quickly discards his clothes and then wedges himself between your legs, spreading your lower lips open when he grinds his pulsing and heavy length along your drenched cunt.

“You and I aren’t that different if you really think about it,” Wakasa says, holding the base of his erection as he slowly moves his hips back and forth. The delicious drag of his cock along your overstimulated clit has you crying out and gripping the couch cushions in a death grip. You’ve yet to recover but you can’t deny the warmth stirring in your lower belly.

“Wait, Kasa, I think I need a minute–”

His hand shoots out and a sinister smile spreads across his lips as he shoves two fingers into your mouth. You gag as he grinds down harder against you. “Humans are just so easy to toy with but at the end of the day, I’m just as much of a slave to my baser needs as you are.”

You cry out around his digits when his tip catches your entrance, dipping in before pulling out and rubbing the drooling tip slowly against your clit. “So let’s have fun, love.”

You’re pretty sure everyone can hear you when Wakasa splits you open. It’s different from your dreams or fantasies— you just feel so full.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight–”

Your hands jump out and grip his damp shoulders and Wakasa moans when your nails dig into his pale skin, his own holding onto your waist and keeping you in place.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Fuck, keep going.”

“Wakasa,” you say, each syllable punctuated by his poisoning body, the air forced out of you each time. “S-slow down—”

His mouth swallows your protests as his hands grip you so tightly that you feel like you’ll pop like a stress toy. He licks along your mouth, panting and groaning as his eyes zero in on your face. “Open,” he commands and your lips part, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes when he sneers down at you. “What an obedient little whore I have,” he growls before pursing his lips and spitting into your awaiting mouth. You swallow the thick glob, feel it sliding down your throat and stick your tongue out once more to show him that it’s gone. He moans. “Lucifer, you’re fucking perfect. This cunt belongs to me.”

You whine, tightening around his cock whenever his teeth bite down on you, lost to the sensations of him using you like a fleshlight.

“Almost there,” Wakasa sighs, thrusts increasing in tempo. “And you’re almost there too.”

He’s right; you’re on the verge of passing out at that point, pleasure coursing through your body as if every nerve ending was on fire. Your pussy flutters and clenches around Wakasa as he lifts one hand to grip your throat and the other between the juncture of your bodies to rub at the abused nub. “C’mon sweetheart,” he coos when your back arches and you sob. “Cum for me.”

You convulse against him, second orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. You don’t realize you’re chanting his name until he’s quietly shushing you, whispering, “I know, baby. I know,” as he continues rubbing your clit in tight circles. “I’m almost there.”

You whine, overstimulation overwhelming you as Wakasa tightens his hand on your throat. “You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you? Take what I give you like the perfect little slut I know you are.”

And you squeeze him once more, just enough for his cock to twitch and for him to finally, finally fill you up. He doesn’t stop pounding into you as thick ropes of cum paint your insides, making the both of you moan. It squelches and spills from the sides of his cock, dribbling down your ass and onto your couch.

Wakasa’s hips finally stop and he slumps over you, trying to catch his breath as you stare up at the ceiling. He turns and kisses the underside of your chin, making you shiver when he pulls away to look at you with shining lavender eyes. They look eerily bright.

“I’m still not full,” he says while slowly pulling out of you, making you whimper as more of his cum dribbles out of you. “So you better not pass out on me now.”

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