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wakasaz · 5 months

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Thinking about how Wakasa would react to being walked in on.

♡~Cw: MDNI, 18+, all characters are 21+, unprotected sex, oral, public sex. I think that's all.

♡~ Not proofread

♡~ Happy Birthday Waka

“What would you do if someone walked in on us?”

“I wouldn't stop fucking you, that's for sure”

Shinichiro didn't know what he expect to find when walking into Wakasas apartments but it definitely wasn't seeing you with your ass up while wakasa fucked you from behind. The room was filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. Shin didn't mean to let out a gasp and he definitely didn't mean for Wakasa to hear him. “The fuck Shin” wakasa says while looking at him not stopping his movements once. Wakasa looks down at Shinichiro before letting out a chuckle. “Might as well take care of your problem now. I'm not stopping anytime soon” Your face is buried in the mattress as you let out a whine embarrassed that Wakasa would say that.

Benkei knew you came to visit Wakasa at work. You do it almost every day. Usually bringing him lunch or even dinner if he is staying late at the gym. Benkei decided to give you guys some privacy, so he was working on paperwork outfront instead of in the back office the two share. Reading over the papers, a few of them required Wakasas input as well, so Benkei thought you wouldn't mind him interrupting your guys dinner to get this done. Walking to the office door, he could hear sounds but couldn't make out what they were. Not thinking anything of it, he opens the door to find you laying across Wakasas desk, hands pulling his hair as his face is buried in your cunt and his pants are down. Wakasa pulls away looking at Benkei as he replaces his tongue with his fingers. Benkei tries to look anywhere but at you. “This better be important. I'm busy” Benkei holds up the stack of papers pointing to them before saying he can just come back while looking at the floor. Wakasa sits down pulling you up with him before sitting you down on his cock. “Nah, She can just cockwarm me till we're done”

Takeomi always hated when he was tasked with the job of finding where you and Wakasa sneak off to, but Shinichiro always says he finds you guys the fastest. Currently, you are all hanging out at Takeomis house when you and Wakasa decide to sneak away from everyone. Takeomi just rolled his eyes when he saw you two leaving, knowing he was going to be forced to find you guys once Shin noticed you left. Walking around the house, he finds his bedroom door shut. Opening it, he walks in to find you in a mating press, legs pushed as close to your chest as possible with Wakasa on top of you. “My bed? Seriously?” Takeomi yells. Wakasa turns his head, looking at Takeomi before shrugging his shoulders before turning his attention right back to you, not slowing down his pace. “I'll wash the sheets, calm down” He says before Takeomi slams the door and goes back to Shin and Benkei. “Did you find them?” Shin asks as he lights a cigarette. “Yeah, and I'm going to have to burn my bed” Shin and Benkei laugh, knowing exactly what he walked into.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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and what about tiny boys in the omegaverse?? (waka, mikey, izana, fuyu)

Good Things Come In Small Packages: Manjiro Sano/ Wakasa Imaushi/ Izana Kurokawa/Chifuyu Matsuno x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.8k

tw: smut & fluff

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Manjiro Sano - Alpha (smut)

Mikey is mean when he's in a rut. Mean like grabbing your hips and jerking them against his.

"Hips up for me, baby."

He's dirty. Like... finger in your ass dirty.

"Got you all worked up now, huh?"

You look up at the black-haired man and allow yourself a moment of pleasure before pretending to hate it again. "Mikey, you're so rough..."

Mikey chuckles, twisting the finger in your ass a little. "You're so submissive for me, though. Want me to ease up and go slow?" You shake your head no, then bury it in the covers. "Ah, ah, ah." The blanket is snatched off of your head, and Mikey pulls you up to meet him thrust for thrust.

"Mikey!"

"What, princess?" Mikey wonders, shoving his full length, knot and all, into your waiting pussy. "You don't want me to stop, do you?" Your entire body yearns for him. You shake your head no again, and Mikey runs a hand down to your clit before biting your earlobe.

"You're gonna let the whole pack know whose pussy this is before the night's over." You cry out a little, stars dancing in your vision as he picks up his speed again. Mikey holds you against him and doesn't let up, even for a second, but when you almost go limp from overstimulation, he lays you across the bed.

His hands roam around your flesh as he drills his cock into you ruthlessly. "This pussy is mine," he growls ferally. "All mine."

Wakasa Imaushi - Alpha (smut)

"It's for the good of the pack."

You're laying on your back underneath a long-haired alpha, his features smoothed into a half-bored, half-asleep expression with fully lidded eyes and soft grunts reminding you of snores. But they're not snores, and he's fully awake. His hips remind you of that.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way," he said before undressing and folding his clothes neatly. You watched as he placed them on the end of the bed and then motioned toward you. Lay on the bed.

You return to the sensations building between the two of you, the feeling of his knot swelling and your heart beating ever-so-fast. It's common for an omega to be mated with an alpha of a different pack, but this differs from how you imagined a courtship. It had been a middle-of-the-night thing with hurried rituals and rushed ceremonies. All of them left you breathless and unsure, especially this one.

The red stains of your former virginity are on a sheet tossed to the floor, but you can't think about your former ways now. You're fully engaged in sex with your... husband.

"Ah," you groan, the knot at the base of Wakasa's dick swelling even more.

"Mmm," the man murmurs, burying his head in your neck. "I'm gonna cum."

Your slick - produced by a false method to prepare you for this - makes a sound you can't quite place, but Waka doesn't seem to mind. In fact, it seems this makes his thrusts sloppier and more hurried, each one rocking you against the sheets.

"Oh, god," he whines, squeezing his eyes shut and cumming long and hard into you. You gasp as his cock pulses inside you, and the knot sinks in a little deeper - further than you thought possible. When all is said and done, Wakasa moves you so you're lying on your side and facing him. "My knot will go down soon," he huffs. "Are you okay?"

"'M fine," you grumble, tucking your face into his chest. Waka places an arm around you and kisses your forehead tenderly.

"Just rest." Those two words ease your transition into sleep. When you awaken, Waka isn't there. The sheets at the foot of the bed are gone, and you can smell the coffee being prepared from the kitchen downstairs.

Just as you shift up from the bed, the door opens slightly, and Waka walks in, his hands holding orange juice, fruit, and eggs. "You're up," he mentions, barely smiling. You don't reply, but you watch him carefully place things on the night table beside you. "Thought you'd like something to eat."

"Where's the coffee?" you wonder, and Waka snaps his fingers.

"That's what I forgot." He disappears only to reappear with a steaming mug filled with coffee. When it's cooled, you take a sip and taste the familiar flavors of your usual homemade brew. "Two sugars, three creams." You peer at him over the mug, and he smiles sheepishly. "Your parents told me. How are you feeling?"

"Fine," you reply, noting the sticky feeling between your legs. "A little sticky."

"That can be fixed with a shower." Before Waka can walk off, however, you reach out for him instinctively.

"You should eat." Waka blinks, but you offer him a slice of apple. He grabs your wrist and feeds himself by your hand, his tongue swirling around your fingers lasciviously. You shudder in pleasure, and Waka grins.

"You're right," he begins. "I should eat."

Izana Kurokawa - Alpha (fluff)

You're lost. You're horribly lost in the dark. In the dark and on one of the emptiest streets in a town you don't know.

“This is not a place for a tiny Omega to be this late at night.” You leap out of your skin, holding tightly onto your sweater. You turn around and spot the white-haired man lingering in the alleyway with his arms crossed.

"I... I..." The scent of the man in the alley is strong and heady, and you begin to feel fearful in the presence of an Alpha. You're an unmated Omega wandering around in a city you have no clue about; you're prime real estate by all accounts.

The alpha shifts off the brick wall and smirks at you, his purple eyes flashing as if he was prepared to play a game with you. "Are you going to run?" Your feet don't move even though your common sense tells you to take off. You're... stuck.

The man stops in front of you, reaching out to stroke your cheek before twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. "You smell incredible."

"Please," you murmur, feeling your stomach quiver. "I--"

"Where did you plan on going from here? I can get you there, sweetheart." You suddenly can't remember as his scent envelopes you. All of your senses calm to a slow crawl as his musky, warm, spiced scent eases you into a dream-like state. "Let me get you there," he murmurs gently, tilting his head.

You reach out to him and take his hand as if you were in a dream, holding onto him with only a shred of sanity left. When the man gets you to his car, you find your tongue to ask him his name. He replies, "Izana," so casually as if you'd asked him what color his shoes were. You can't imagine being anywhere but in his car, in his presence, and saying his name back to him like a transfixed siren.

"I'll protect you," Izana states, turning the key to start the car. As it rumbles to life, you reach for the buckle, but Izana is already leaning over you, his hands making quick work of the device. He takes his time to lean back into his seat, his eyes lingering on your lips, and then wandering up to your eyes once more.

"What?" you wonder, your voice barely a whisper as Izana settles in his seat.

"Nothing. Are you visiting from out of town, or..."

"Yeah," you quickly chime in. "I'm staying in a hotel but was hungry and didn't have a car, so..." Izana puts the car in drive and coasts out of his parking spot.

"We have food at the pack house," Izana begins, flicking on his turn signal. "Or we can get McDonald's if you'd like. That's the closest thing to us."

"McDonald's is okay." You settle into silence as the car makes a few turns before merging onto the highway. You know you should be frightened by an unknown man chauffeuring you around a city you don't know, but there's something so soothing about him that makes you feel warm and--

"You have a pack?"

"A pack of what?" you shoot back, but when you look away from the window, a frown has settled onto Izana's face.

"A pack," he states again. The meaning settles into you, and you look away nervously. "You don't smell like..."

"I don't," you admit. "I've just been wandering for a while."

A ghost of a sad smile crosses Izana's face. "I know what you mean." He clears his throat suddenly and murmurs, "My pack is full of those who don't have a biological family. For... whatever reason."

The bright lights of a McDonald's cross your vision, and you grip the edges of your jacket. "Maybe we can eat there, then."

"At the house?" Izana wonders, and you nod. He smiles gently, reaches over to squeeze your thigh, and then chuckles. "Not unheard of. McDonald's is kind of trash anyways. I'll introduce you to the boys. We'll be happy to have you."

Chifuyu Matsuno - Beta (fluff)

“You don’t happen to have any heat suppressants on you, do you?”

The shocked beta stands in the doorway, his eyes glazing over as your scent hits him. "I, uh..." The pause is enough for you to stare at him for a moment, then he scrambles into his dorm, leaving the door ajar for you.

After slipping past it, you walk into the somewhat messy area and watch while your close friend looks around for something he probably doesn't have.

"Y/n," he mumbles, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. "I don't have any. But I..." As you prepare to leave, he stands akimbo in the room but then offers his hand. "I could help if you wanted."

"How?" you wonder, and Chifuyu smiles shyly.

"Baji taught me a thing or two a few years ago."

It's uncommon for betas to want to help with a heat or encourage anything other than sex - however casual it may be - with an Alpha. But seeing as Baji was nowhere to be found and Chifuyu felt up to the task, you lay on the surprisingly comfortable bed and cuddled by the warm and inviting beta.

"Baji taught me that I could hold an Omega close and turn the heat into something less... uh..." Chifuyu fumbles for the word, but you nod, understanding it. "Just let me know if you start to feel uncomfortable."

"This is nice," you hum, snuggling into Chifuyu's soft shirt. His scent lulls you into a gentle desire to be held and never let go. "This is really nice."

"Yeah," Chifuyu whispers, resting his chin on your head. "He said he would do this all the time with his mate. She'd be intensely in heat, too. I'm surprised he made it through all of that without..."

The silence is enough for the both of you to settle in, and your eyes flutter shut as Chifuyu begins to talk again, his voice soothing you to sleep.

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saetoru · 2 years

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SPOILED PRINCESS — IMAUSHI WAKASA.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ imaushi wakasa x reader — 2.3k words — wakasa thinks you act a bit too bratty for attention

≣ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, jealous! wakasa (of benkei), (slightly) insecure! wakasa, semi public sex (in the gym after hours), he sucks your tits bc that's what i want you deserve, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names (princess + baby (and brat lol))

≣ notes ⋮ idk everyone always writes shin jealous of waka, but i present to you all: waka jealous of benkei. anyway i am so ill over him i would eat my own liver for one chance with him

“are you done yet?” you whine, and wakasa is sure that this much eye twitching must be bad for his well-being. if he’s being honest, he’s sure you must be bad for his well-being at this rate.

“no,” he grunts, continuing with his paperwork.

wakasa figures running a gym is as lucky of a job as he’ll get. he’s passionate about fighting, even if he doesn’t always seem it—and if he’s being honest, he doesn’t think he can ever forget his glory days. he doesn’t think he can ever move on from the fights and the rush of adrenaline, so he stays as close to fighting as he can, even if it means running a gym—but paperwork always comes with owning an establishment, and he’s no exception.

you, on the other hand, seem to hope he is.

“waka, you said fifteen minutes,” you grumble, “and that was forty minutes ago.”

“it’s taking longer than i expected,” he grunts.

“then save it for another—“

“babe,” he grits his teeth, making you pause as you hear the warning tone in his voice. it makes you pout, crossing your arms as you huff and turn your nose away from him. “i have to finish these papers.”

“fine, i’ll bug benkei then,” you grumble. you’re petulant in your tone, it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but he doesn’t say anything as you march out of his office.

at least he’s granted some peace—and fewer distractions as he works means working faster, which means more time with you.

but then he hears it. it’s quiet at first, he doesn’t seem to notice as he speeds through his papers, but there’s the sound of your giggles that has to be exaggerated. he scoffs, eye twitching before he slams his pen down and wanders off to the gym, eyes instantly finding you, boring into your figure as he watches you grin down at benkei.

“now you’re just showing off,” you shake your head, and wakasa’s vein all but pops as you stare at benkei’s arms as he bench presses…whatever insane weight he can bench press.

wakasa has a soft spot for his friend, he really does—but he can’t help the bitterness creeping up and hunching over his shoulders, weighing him down as he watches you enjoy your time with his friend. and being impressed, no less.

“you’re the one who bet i couldn’t handle the weight,” benkei chuckles, curling his arms up and down with ease, making wakasa’s lips purse unhappily.

why do you look so happy to be occupied by benkei of all people? why are you so shocked a man his size can handle that much weight anyway? wakasa has never been too jealous…but benkei, benkei is a sore spot.

there’s something gnawing at him—something heavy and weighted and spiteful that the same man he once rivaled is the same man you’ve chosen to spend your time with while he’s busy.

“it was a joke,” you snort, “you seem like you have something to prove, though—” you’re cut off by the clearing of your boyfriend’s throat, making you turn your head at him, brows raised like you weren’t expecting his intrusion.

the idea that he’s intruding on a moment between another man and his girlfriend leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

“thought you were heading out,” wakasa eyes benkei, watching as the bar gets set down before his friend sits up.

“i was,” benkei nods, “until someone whined about being bored,” you have the audacity to look sheepish when benkei gives you a pointed look, making wakasa’s teeth grit. “you’ve got a handful with this one.”

“yeah, seems like it,” wakasa grunts. if benkei notices the slight hostility in wakasa’s tone, he chooses not to mention it. instead, he rises, offering a good-natured smile before flicking your forehead gently—a gesture that makes wakasa clench his jaw.

“well, see you both tomorrow,” benkei waves off before making his exit, leaving your attention to fall on your evidently unhappy boyfriend. you raise a brow, making your way over as your thumb runs over his tightened jaw.

“you seem tense,” you mumble gently, “waka, what’s wrong?”

“what’s wrong?” he raises a brow, making your hand retract with a slight flinch at the sharpness of his tone.

wakasa doesn’t think he’s a guy who lacks confidence—in fact, he likes to think he’s a rather self-assured guy. he’s never lacked attention, never doubted his appeal or his charm, never had trouble getting the attention he craves should he crave it at all. but something about you feels different—something in him yearns to be more than a pretty face, something important.

and benkei is gentle, soft and comforting under the exterior, someone who can carefully cradle you like a jewel in the palm of his hand. wakasa isn’t sure if he can compete with that—as much as he hates the thought. there’s a small ounce of guilt that pangs in his chest for doubting you—you who cups his face like he’s the earth’s core under your palm, you who kisses his nose like he’s warm rays of sunlight against your lips, you who offers him love even if you have to peel away layers of yourself to give him what you think he deserves.

so he grunts, eyeing you with a lazy glare that makes your head tilt in confusion.

“baby, you’re—”

“want me to call benkei back so he does some push-ups? maybe he’ll let you sit on his back,” he grumbles, jealousy seeping through his words before he can stop the flow. you have the audacity to chuckle, like this is funny, like it’s nothing serious.

“so you do have a jealous side. good to know,” you tease, pinching his cheek. he grunts, swatting your hand away as he glowers at you, taking a step back when you try to wrap your arms around his neck. “don’t be stubborn,” you furrow your brows, “it was just benkei. he’s your friend—”

“don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” he shoots back, “need my attention so bad, huh? well, you got it,” he growls.

wakasa’s lips are on yours before you even have a chance to process his words—they hungrily devour you like he’s a starved man, lost in his own deprivation. you can only gasp against his mouth as he nibbles and sucks on your bottom lip, pressing his firmly against you like he’s knitting himself along your seams.

“w-waka, someone could—”

“we’re closed,” he cuts you off, hand snaking up your shirt to knead your breasts. you gasp, fingers curling tightly around the fabric of his shirt as his lips wander to your neck, sucking sweetly along your pulse point.

“but the sign hasn’t been—”

“don’t care,” he says simply, “gonna fuck the brat right outta you,” he speaks lowly against your ear, making you shiver as he reminds you, “you wanted this.”

you did want this—you just figured it’d be in the comforts of your own home. but there’s something uncharacteristically needy in his demeanor, something that makes it hard for you to deny him. so with a shaky moan, you tilt your head to give him more access to your neck, letting him scatter wet kisses along your skin and suck marks where he pleases.

you’re not sure when he even stripped you of your clothes, his movements a blur as he has you sprawled against the same bench benkei laid just moments ago, hovering over you and raking his eyes over your bare chest. his lips latch onto your nipple in an instant, making you gasp as your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging at the strands when his tongue rolls over the pebbled bud. you whine when his hand cups your other tit, thumb running over your nipple before squeezing it.

“waka,” you moan, hips bucking up to rub against his clothed erection. he groans against your chest, slotting a knee between your legs and giving you a small bit of the friction you crave. “p-please—”

“please what,” he raises a brow, “you were whining my ear off just a bit ago. use your words now.”

there’s a whimper caught in your throat when his fingers press against your heat through your underwear, thumb rubbing circles over your clothed clit and making you huff frustratedly for more. a small part of him feels satisfaction that he’s able to rile you up with so little.

“please waka,” you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him. your lips are right against the shell of his ear as you speak, “please fuck me—wanna feel you,” you whisper, hips rubbing against his straining cock once more.

with a groan, he slides your underwear down your legs, freeing his pulsing cock from the confinements of his boxers. your hand reaches to wrap around his length, smearing the pre cum around the tip before stroking him slowly, pulling a low groan from him as his head falls to your shoulder. turning, you press a gentle kiss to the side of his head, squeezing around his tip as you stroke your fist up his length. you drag your fist along his cock a few more times before he stops you, forehead pressing against yours as he looks at you with hooded eyes.

“you’re fuckin’ mine,” he says lowly before bringing the blunt head of his cock to your dripping entrance, sliding along your walls and collecting your slick along his tip. you whine, head falling back against the bench as your legs wrap around his waist.

“yours—all yours. please, n-need you, waka,” you plead, and with a low chuckle, you feel his cock inch past your folds, curving into you perfectly as he bottoms out. you groan into each other’s mouths, panting through labored breaths as he gives you a moment to adjust.

each roll of his hips feels like electricity running up your veins, making your hips cant up and meet his thrusts and your hands fist his long tresses, tugging at the roots when he angles his hips and slams against your sweet spot. you feel his thick veins glide against your walls, adding to the friction of his cock bullying into you slowly, hard and deliberate.

“this what you wanted?” he coos, grabbing your cheeks with one hand and squeezing them together, grinning down at you as he takes in the fucked out expression on your face and the haziness of your eyes, “wanted me to fuck you in my own gym? drop everything to make you cum, huh? ‘s that why you were whinin’ so much?”

“wak—oh, fuck,” you gasp, mewling when his other hand travels between your bodies to harshly thumb your clit, making the steady ache to your orgasm build. he hisses as you clamp around him, the warmth of your walls encasing him like a tight hug, your slick coating his thick girth as the squelching sound of him fucking into you echoes through the empty gym.

“what, you can’t speak, baby?” he grunts, thrusting sharply into you, making you sob as tears cling to your lashes. he’s cruel with his pace, not faltering in his movements as the fat tip of his cock kisses your spot over and over again. “so fuckin’...s-spoiled—like getting fucked like you’re spoiled?”

“‘kasa ‘m close,” you whimper, making him growl against your jaw as he nips at the skin. he’s sucked enough spots into your flesh to make him grin down at you satisfied, eyeing the marks with a pleased glint in his eyes.

“yeah, i bet you are,” he grins, “cause i know how to fuck this pussy, don’t i? anyone else make you feel like this? hmm?” his thumb presses down on your clit harder, making you cry out as you pull at the strands of hair combed through your fingers.

“no, jus’ you—jus’ you, waka,” you wail, making him hum with a satisfied grin.

“sound so pretty when you’re crying for me,” he groans, hips rutting sloppily against you as he approaches his high, breath heavy as he pants against the crook of your neck, burying his head against you as he lets out a needy moan. “sound even better when you’re cumming—gonna cum for me, princess? let go, baby.”

his words are enough to make your lips part with a silent scream as you cum, hard. your hands trail to his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as you gush around his cock, making him groan brokenly as your walls spasm around him. he’s panting erratically into your neck by now, but a needier part of him forces himself to wrench away and stare at the way your face breaks with pleasure. he groans at the sight, voice cracking as he grunts your name when his own orgasm crashes over him in waves.

“f-fuck, baby—feel so good,” he rasps, “shit, ‘s so good.”

you feel the warmth of his cum spilling into you, each hot rope painting your wall with every twitch of his cock, his hips desperately rolling to fuck you through your peaks. you feel his arms tremble as he hovers over you before he collapses onto your body with a soft moan as he finishes.

you let his face dig back into your neck, humming quietly when his plants a light peck into your skin.

“i like when you’re jealous,” you say cheekily, “we get to do this.”

“i hate when you’re a fuckin’ brat,” he grumbles, “don’t talk to benkei. he’s weird and annoying.”

“that makes two of you.” you giggle when you feel him bite at your shoulder lightly, hand threading through his sweaty locks as the other runs along his bare back in slow circles. the bitterness in his mouth from earlier dissipates as the honey trickles through his lips when you pull his face to give him a sweet kiss. “but you don’t have to be jealous,” you murmur softly, “i love you. even if you ignore me.”

“love you too. even though you don’t shut the fuck up.”

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buccini555 · 9 months

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≡ Skipping class with Wakasa Imaushi ♡

↻ x r e a d e r !

⋆ 𝑭𝒕. Wakasa Imaushi ˖ ࣪ !

⋆ ⚠︎!! ˖ ࣪ degradati♡n, overstimulati♡n, masturbati♡n, petnames (baby, beloved), virg♡nity loss, unpr♡tected sex, mas♡chism and crempie... I think that's all.

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The night before, Wakasa had asked you to go to his house, that day, he wasn't going to go to school either, he was used to skipping classes, and he called you to do the same, you immediately accepted the request, since you didn't want to miss the opportunity to spend time with the boy you liked, the next morning, instead of going to school, you went to the oldest's house, you and Wakasa had already shared a few kisses before, even he had touched you more intimately at times, but he had never called you to his house, Wakasa Imaushi was the most feared delinquent in that neighborhood, everyone feared the "White Leopard", as he was called, but you, on the other hand, were in love with that dangerous boy, he's handsome and kind, even though he's almost always high, he's totally smart and skilled, being only one grade above you, despite having failed a few years due to missing a lot.

As soon as you arrived at the oldest's house, the boy received you with a warm kiss, making you shiver.

— "I'm glad you came!"

He was smoking a cigarette in the middle of the morning, inviting you to come in, you went to his room, where you could be more comfortable, you knew what Wakasa wanted just by watching his look, he looked at you with desire, after the kiss, you can notice his dick marking his pajama, that made you horny, you insinuated yourself to him, making him notice you even more.

— "I've waited so long to touch you again baby, I never forgot how hot you are!"

He held your waist, making you sit on the bed, he started kissing you again and unbuttoning your clothes, leaving your tits at his disposal, he began to caress and run his tongue through them, giving you light bites, he noticed you squirming with pleasure, it made him more and more excited, just hearing your little moaning sighs, he already knew you wanted to be his, you were totally surrendered to Wakasa at that moment.

— ... You're so beautiful, you drive me crazy, baby.

He stopped what he was doing, just standing next to you and looking into your eyes as he stroked your hair, gently, you kissed him again, Wakasa started kissing your neck and press you against the bed, making you feel his cock between your legs, soon, Wakasa put his hand inside your underwear, realizing how wet you were already he started touching your clit, making you let out short moans, he made quick movements, making you enjoy even more in his fingers, which after a while, were inside you.

— "Your pussy is wet for me, isn't it? My beloved is so horny, I thought you were more innocent but you're behaving like a bitch!"

He was masturbating you while filling your tits with hickeys, then he just took off the pajama shirt he was wearing leaving his defined body showing, that made you even more excited and you almost begged him to fuck you.

— "You want this, don't you? You want me to make you my little bitch"

He said opening your legs and getting between them, taking his cock out and passing it on your wet pussy, you just moaned begging for that cock, so, it didn't take him long to full of thrusts, he was careful in the beginning knowing that you had never been fucked before, although he already gave you several fingerings, you were still too tight to receive a dick as thick as his.

— "B-baby, Mmm... You're mine, say you're my whore!"

He slapped you in the face while he fucked you, he didn't feel sorry for your pretty face, he knew you were a bitch and he liked that, after a few hours of non-stop fucking you, he was holding himself back from coming, but he couldn't take that warm pussy on his cock anymore, he ended up cumming inside you, you felt that hot liquid being poured inside you, Wakasa didn't really care about that.

When they realized, it was time for you to go home, Wakasa gently helped you to get dressed, taking you home, on the way, he gave you some kisses and you just felt something still oozing down your pussy, you were embarrassed but loved that feeling.

──⭒─⭑─⭒───⭒─⭑─⭒───⭒─⭑─⭒──

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blueparadis · 1 year

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꒰ my mother's eyes + wakasa imaushi ꒱

+cw. — fluff, angst with comfort, suggestive themes, kissing, implied death by accident, established relationship, love confession. | +wc. — 0.5k

+syn.— on some days you remind him of his mom.

+notes. — repost from my other account so that all my writings are at one place :]

Wakasa sat beside you nudging his shoulder against your neckline. One of his hands curled behind you sinking the bed under pressure. He isn't looking at the album you're having on your lap, his eyes are wandering on your slim nape, on your cheeks that are cherry tainted due to the gush of memories you had while flipping through the pages of his family album. His mind is all mushy with thoughts of longing, heart all bruised with faith just because you talk like her, take care of his little things just like her; his mother.

“Oh look Wakasa!”, you beckon excitedly gazing in his way and it was as if he couldn't hold it in any longer. His emotions were already at bay. His lips dashed onto yours making you shut your eyes instantly. His arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you close to his burning body while the other palms your face holding onto it as if you'd sublime if he let that go. Your lips skillfully take his letting him sink, the family album still open onto your lap as he breaks the kiss with a strong exhale against your mouth.

“Hey...”, you utter with a release of your breath looking at his lilac pupils that glisten with sadness, and loneliness. It's unfair, how he doesn't have the slightest idea how much you burn in his embers of emotions. He never knew he had all these erupting emotions for you, messy memories he always tried to push back at the back of his mind just to put a smile on his face, to never see you wilt in desolation. You were like a flower to him, that he took care of since always!

“I...I love you y/n”, he blurts out barely able to keep himself upright. Wakasa’s fluffy platinum hair brushes against your cheeks as he rests his chin on the juncture of your shoulders, like a child whining for his mother’s care. You keep the album aside rubbing his back. You could feel him relax, soft groans almost setting your skin on fire. “I... sorry...I just wanted to kiss you... wanted to feel you... I'll always be by your side. I would never leave you like I left my mother, on that day”, his voice fades.

“Shhhhhhhhhh! It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't hers either. It.was.just.fate”, you mumbled against his ears feeling his grip around your back grow stronger at each passing moment declaring his fear of being broken again.

You slipped your hands underneath his t-shirt. His skin was cold, ice-cold yet you could feel his flaming memories still haunting him. “I know...I know you'll never leave me.”, you murmur making him pull away from your hug in a flash. He was surprised, surprised at your courage to endure such morbidity. His lips part momentarily yet it was all in vain since you mumble, “I know you never intend to...”

His eyes flare up at the fall of your words.

“Oh god!”, he slips taking your palms in his kissing them as if he's never been blessed with such kindness.

He lets out a throaty chuckle noticing the photo in the album; of him with his mother; her eyes offering nothing but love, just like yours. He was in love, again. And he would be in love again every day, at each passing moment whenever he will gaze into your eyes, his mother's eyes.

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@tokyometronetwork

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peonyxx0 · 1 year

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you guys know those pranks where someone is on call and while their significant other is sitting next to them, they refer to them as "a friend"? if you pulled this on Wakasa, he would definitely cock a brow before fucking you whilst still on call to make the person hear how much of a "friend" he is.

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inkykeiji · 7 months

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warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, drugs, sucking waka off through his undies, lots of cum + cum swallowing, clear hints of a toxic relationship, fem!reader

words: 1.3k

anyway this was supposed to be like a three hundred word drabble but it grew way out of proportion and now here we are. he’s so icky and yummy hehe c: inspired by that photo of his bedroom where he’s just chilling in his undies

Thinking about Waka in his undies :( lounging around in his tight black briefs :( thinking about lazing around with him, draped over his lap maybe, in your own undies :( a cute matching set of delicate lace and satin ribbons that clings almost tenderly to all of your curves and edges, something much too pretty to be hidden away beneath layers of clothing—or, at least, that’s what Wakasa had sworn to you.

Thinking about getting high with Waka in your undies :( straddling his lap with your palms pressed to his stomach and your giggles wafting across his face, using your tongues to shove smiley-stamped pills into each other’s waiting mouths, licking at the edges of teeth and chapped lips as they retreat.

Thinking about the manufactured bliss gushing through your veins in thick torrents nearly half an hour later, that sweet, sharp, telltale gasp he loves so much spilling from your lips as it hits all at once—eyes wide, mouth wider, lungs swelling with a heavy intake of air—one of those leery, lazy smirks smeared across his face.

Everything is heightened; smells and sensations, the scent of sugar twined with his breath as his mumbled words melt on your tongue, cascading down your throat in warm, tingling streams.

You can taste his voice, you swear you can, though he laughs when you tell him so, violet eyes lidded and heavy as fingers follow the line of your hair, the curve of your cheek, the edge of your jaw.

You’re so cute when you’re fucked up, he tells you, compliment shimmering in the air. It’s precious how low your tolerance is.

But he has to be careful, he’s mumbling to himself, almost as if making a personal note aloud, voice scrawling it in the air, eyes rolled up to the ceiling, forehead scrunched in serious concentration. If he isn't careful, he’s gonna ruin it, and then you’ll be no fun at all.

He needs to cherish this, to savour this, to indulge himself only sparingly in a effort to keep your tolerance from climbing too high. He doesn’t want to waste more drugs on you than he needs to.

You don’t really understand, but you suppose it doesn’t really matter either way—not when he’s here, and he’s so pretty, made of amethyst and gold and glittering in the setting sun pouring through the grimy front windows of his apartment.

It’s impossible to keep your hands off of him, desperate to feel his bare flesh against your own—the smooth, sleek planes of his abdomen, the bony bumps and ridges of his ribs, the soft curves and dips of his biceps—and, it seems, he feels the exact same way about you.

Time drips by in slow, stringy dollops as you both knead and fondle and caress and grope, marvelled by each other’s skin alone, by the sensation of each other below your palms, between your fingers, beneath your nails, hands gliding over one another until his cock is hard and flushed and leaking, constant dribbles of precum seeping through the straining black fabric.

It looks cute, you think, yearning for your touch, your tongue, and you trace it with an index finger, collecting the gluey mixture on the pad and giggling at the way his head flops back against the couch and his cock jumps, a groan rumbling behind his sternum.

Your cunt is soaked, too—he can feel it, drenched lace tacky against his bare thigh as your hips rock in tiny uneven movements. You don’t seem too concerned about it, though, despite the unconscious little rutting against his leg, more interested in his drooling cock.

His precum is thicker than anything you’ve ever seen before, messily oozing through the material of his briefs like sticky syrup, viscous, glassy cords keeping your fingertips conjoined as you idly tap them together, and you wonder aloud if it tastes as sweet as it looks.

Why don’t you lick it up and see for yourself? he says, hips nudging up just a little in indication, in anticipation.

That sounds like a wonderful idea, the best idea he’s ever had, you’re absolutely sure of it, you’re babbling with cute enthusiastic little nods of your head as your body slides down his own, knees sinking into his scratchy carpet, torso wedged between his spread thighs.

Holding his bleary gaze, your tongue unfurls from your mouth, tip flattening against the clothed head and giving one slow, hard lap, thoroughly sopping up the substance. Another fat glob instantly weeps through the drenched fabric, eager to replace what’s been lost.

It doesn’t taste as sweet as it looks, you’re astonished to discover, bitter and putrid like his favourite brand of cheap cigarettes, but you keep lapping away at it despite the taste, quick, firm laves of your tongue diligently blotting up the endless trickle.

Because you just can’t get enough of him; can’t get enough of the throaty whines and shards of curses you keep yanking from his mouth, splintered to bits by those sharp intakes of breath, can’t get enough of the way his hips jerk up in twitchy little motions with each roll of your tongue against his slit, his blunt nails scraping against the polyester couch cushions, his thighs flexing.

It has you drawing the whole head into your mouth, tongue curling around the underside and suckling on the tip, then rubbing over the head in faster, stronger strokes as your lips pucker around it, the cotton of his briefs beginning to chafe your tastebuds, each drag across his cock sprouting burning little tingles in its wake.

It has him cumming within mere minutes, hot and gooey and so, so much, soiling the inside of his boxers and staining your tongue with his taste. It bleeds through the fabric in steady surges, decorating his lap in pretty pearlescent piping, thick stripes of cream that have saliva pooling beneath your tongue.

You can’t help but lap them up, acrid and tart and burning your throat, a cruel trick your foggy brain, pumped full and drowning in artificial euphoria, has played on you yet again; looks like icing, is most definitely not icing, a notion you’ve discovered many times in situations exactly like this, a notion that refuses to stick.

Because it’s so pretty, way too pretty to be left to dry, hard and crusted and glazed, on a pair of cheap underwear, and you swallow all of it, not a single drop gone to waste, mopping him clean with your eager tongue until his briefs shine with your spit.

He cums so easily when he’s rolling, you’re giggling into his soggy cock, nuzzling your cheek into his lap, another weak spurt of cum melting through the material.

You collapse against his thigh, tongue dabbing at your lips, sopping up any remnants of him and humming softly.

You could stay here forever, you think, you drool out dreamily into his skin, tangled in threads of spit. He wouldn’t mind if you did, he admits quietly, a palm cupping the crown of your head, thumb moving in rhythmic caresses across your sweaty hair.

But then the grinding starts, jaw flexing and clenching against his bare thigh as your molars scrape together, and he’s sloppily hoisting you up with his thumbs hooked beneath your arms, cradling you in his lap.

Calloused fingertips, gone hard and numb from cigarette ash, massage soothing little circles into the hinges of your jaw—one of his many (failed) precautionary measures, to lessen the pain when the grinding and clenching starts.

“S’any better?” he questions and you shake your head, a small frown marring his face in response.

Reaching around your body, he fiddles in a small glass bowl, plastic crunching and candy tinkering, until his fingers find what they were searching for.

“Here,” he’s saying as he unwraps one of his favourite lollipops—half chocolate, half vanilla, fingers extra careful as they peel the candy from its casing—and holds the sweet to your lips, urging them to open. “This will help, I promise.”

#imaushi wakasa x reader #imaushi wakasa smut #imaushi wakasa x you #waka x reader #waka smut #waka x you #tw:drugs

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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, sub!Wakasa oviposition, sex toys, anal (m!receiving), belly bulge, watersports, hands free cum, nicknames (ma’am, pretty kitty, etc), NSFW content, unedited word count: 2.7k

The search history on Wakasa’s phone was, enlightening, to say the least.

You’d lost more than just a few minutes scrolling through the pages, bookmarks and other tucked away hidden treasures of his dirty mind in the confines of his smartphone. Some of it average. Some of it dark web worthy that painted a very different picture of unenthused man. But one thing that always came back to almost all of the frequented videos were one thing. Eggs.

Wakasa wanted a belly full of eggs and it was painfully obvious from his search history. Who were you to deny such a splendid thing to your lover?

With the curve of the toy pressed against his sensitive seam. You cooed as you ran your palms over his thighs and let the weight of the new toy press against his taint with no more relief than that. His cock twitching against his slender hips even if he was only half erect . It was charming since he hadn’t been touched even once yet. This excitement purely by the sight of your newly introduced toy.

“You like it?” Your hands gripped his thighs. Drawing out a tired sigh from the man laid out under you who did his best to not close his eyes while you spoke, “Was so hard to keep it under wraps when I ordered it...”

Taking the toy back into your possession. Wakasa was no match when you slipped the underside of the alien like silicone toy against the underside of his cock. His member throbbed while he twisted his fists in the sheets underneath and kicked his feet out to no avail as he couldn’t buck his hips up against the toy for enough relief. Swelling cock no longer a half hard on leaking on his pale thigh. Now as you drew the empty new toy along his cock. Purposely grinding and fake frotting against him. Wakasa’s eyes fluttered to the back of his head. Cock head purple and leaking. Slimy precum slipping down around the folds of foreskin pulled back from his sensitive tip. Each swipe of the toy making it messier but drawing out as many equally pathetic moans each time.

“S-Shit-” He managed with a shaky breath. Able to open his eyes just to look down at you smug between his thighs. Wakasa wasn’t about to tell you to stop. Mind spinning he could hardly focus on the toy. When next to you was what he really wanted all along.

“You want these?” You look over to the container of very graphically depicted egg shaped balls. There had to be at least half a dozen of them. Fleshy, clear, jelly like in texture. He hadn’t even gotten to touch them but already the idea of having them inside him was making him squirm, “You know-” You pull the precum covered tip of said toy away. Inspecting it and the slime trails he’d left on it as Wakasa remained immobilized under you, “I had to stop what I was doing and rub my poor clit after I saw all your search history....naughty naughty kitty.”

Wakasa wiggled his hips. Snug in the bed under you. His entire body on fire yet he couldn’t vocalize his needs as blush spread from the tips of his ears and to the rest of his face. He’d dream of this moment. But never thought it would happen. And that you’d be this into it.

Sighing heavily, all for show, you give him a playful pout as you examine the toy. Remarking how he’ll have to be a good boy. And push them all out for you. Of course only after you stuffed him to the brim with these gooey nasty eggs. Making a momentary show of your new toy. The precum that he’d leaked all over the tip made it that much easier for you to slip your finger into the opening at the top. Assuring Wakasa was watching diligently as you fucked the opening of the toy.

First one finger. Then another. Swirling it around and making a show of how stretchy the material was. After all it was made to fit all these wonderful eggs in it.

“Mmm I bet you wish I could do this to your cock.” You smirked, knuckles deep in the tubing of the toy as you rubbed his precum into the silicone toy, “Finger fucking your dick hole like this. Getting it nice and stretched out for eggs....because we really know where you want these laid don’t we?”

Adverting his eyes Wakasa wiggled his bottom down towards you. Amplifying how badly he wanted this when his ass rubbed your leg. Where you sat cross legged between his spread legs. Left with Wakasa nothing to grind and relieve himself on. But as you teased and talked, just to have him throb against the air and nothing else. Beads of precum rolling down his shaft and staining his tuffs of pubic hair surrounding the base of his cock. He looked good enough to eat.

But that would wait. Right now you were living out your good boy’s fantasy.

“Do you want these?”

Wakasa remained silent but staring.

“I said-” You tapped the alien like toy against his ass and raised an eyebrow, “Do you want this?”

“Y-Yes-” He managed through clenched teeth. Eyes unable to look away from the toy resting under his cum heavy balls.

“Yes what?”

Groaning and rolling his hips up against the toy Wakasa let his head roll back and the world’s most pathetic moan leave him, “I want your eggs- Please ma’am- I just- I want to feel your eggs in me-”

“See, now was that so hard?” You take hold of the bottle of lube next to the treasure trove of eggs.

So very liberal with the lube. Pouring it from above his cock. Watching the clear slime of the vicious lube rub down his cock. Wakasa’s already glistening member now slathered in lube as it flowed like rivers down around his pubic hair and pooled around his ass. So when the tip touched his entrance there was almost no resistance. To both of your pleasures.

Wakasa’s entire body trembled and thrashed. Urging his body down on the toy faster. Because obviously the speed that you slid the toy in wasn’t enough. The man’s twitching insides swallowing each centimeter you gave him. Followed by every inch. Until your closed fist around it’s base rubbed against his ass cheeks and balls. Making you smile pleasantly with how well he took it. Holding it deep in him as another hand came up to fondle his poor neglected balls.

“I saw all that twisted fucking shit you watched- That you read-” Your fingers massaging and tugging at his sack as you slowly pushed the toy in and out of him. Wakasa melting quickly under you as the gooeiness from the lube made the toy slide down to the hilt with each push. Those grip-able slender hips of his shuddering and bucking up against your attention. Attempting to fuck himself on the toy but you simply wouldn’t allow it as you kept the pace agonizingly slow, “You must forgive me....of course I’d love to fill you up with eggs. Fuck that cock hole of yours until your gushing out my seeds....laying my eggs in your belly....but I hope this will suffice my dear pretty kitty.”

“Mo-More-” He managed. Already breathlessly fucked out expression creeping onto his otherwise complacent face. Wakasa couldn’t get the ache, no, the itch in his insides taken care of this way, “Please- Ma’am more please-”

“You want my eggs in you?”

“More than anything.”

You sunk the toy down to the hilt. Pressing the thicker base into his entrance and spreading him. No more toy for him to take as the rest of it was deep in his guts. But with the way Wakasa spasmed and attempted to fuck himself on the toy you swore he’d take the entire toy up his ass if you didn’t get him what he wanted.

First was the reluctant moan when you pulled the toy from him. Clenching walls around nothing now. Wakasa unable to stand it reached down without hesitation to stuff his two fingers inside himself. Quite the beautiful site as you sat back to load the toy up. Fingering himself with a level of desperation you hadn’t seen on him yet. Making you wonder how pathetic he was when he jerked off to those R rated pornos you snooped on his phone. And as Wakasa looked at you with a half lidded gaze and his fingers plunging inside his own guts with a cock leaking on his thighs. You set to slipping a couple of the jelly like eggs inside the toy. More than one round. You still could only fit a few in the toy as they slipped around with double the amount of lube after you poured so much over Wakasa just to fuck him.

Snug in their sheath you didn’t even have to tell him to move his hand. Repositioning the toy at his entrance. Wakasa relaxing instantly and you didn’t even push inside him yet. So when you waited a second. Until it forced him to try and focus on what you were doing. That’s when you pushed the loaded toy as deep as you could into him. Sliding in with no resistance. Right back up to the hilt like it was made for him. The inhuman noise ripped from Wakasa’s lips made you giggle.

“You want them laid in you?” You asked, fingers threatening around the base of the no longer hollow toy. One squeeze and the first egg would pop into him, “All my precious slimy eggs inside you~?”

“Yes-” Wakasa began nodding profusely. What strands of sanity he had after you surprised him with this toy were quickly slipping through his fingers. Wiggling, grinding and pushing down on the toy like he could will more of it in him. Finally his calm and cool composure cracking as the first little taste of your fingers tightening around the toy’s base and the first egg sliding inside him, “Yes! Yes please your eggs- Ma’am- fill me please- Fuck-”

Grinning ear to ear you squeezed the rest of the way. Assuring the first three where lodged inside him. Wakasa’s hips doing practical gymnastics as you slid the toy out of him slowly. Like a good boy as you refilled the toy he stuffed his fingers inside himself. Moaning like a whore as he ground himself down on his digits. Just as anticipated the second you put the toy to his entrance again. Pumping him full of a second load of eggs. You knew one of them would rest snug against his sweet spot. And such a sweet spot it was. Wakasa choked on his moans. Goosebumps pricking at every inch of his skin. Nipples begging to be tugged at. And a cock rock hard and pulsating. None of that mattered as it was more than just twice that you refilled the toy.

Up until the very last egg was squeezed into Wakasa’s overly sensitive insides. You could feel the resistance now of all of them wanting to come out of him. Keeping the toy inside him it made the most beautiful bump in his otherwise flat stomach. You giggled and managed to hold the toy inside of him to free up your other hand.

“Waka look...” You voice trailed off when your hand pressed the bump in his abdomen. Pathetic drooling whimper from the man under you. His eyes glossed over with pleasure. Words unable to be formed but precum kept leaking from his slit when you pressed down on his bulging belly, “My eggs look so nice in you....I wanna plug them up and never let them out of you....” Your touch ghosted over his hairy belly and smirked at his eyes fluttering shut when his cock twitched. Not even a fraction of an actual orgasm. Just from being this full and your lewd words had a meager amount of cum dribbling down his cock as more than just a little bit of the eggs pressed to his prostate, “Oh but how I desperately wanna see you push them all out too. On your knees....like a fucking whore.”

Pushing the toy inside him. Riling up the eggs that rolled around in his guts. Pressed at all the right spots and more. Wakasa was panting staring up at the ceiling when he rubbed his belly after you. Feeling the bulge you were admiring. It was big. But god how he wished it was bigger. Fuller. Teeming with eggs. He knew he’d love the evil you could do with this toy.

“Next time I’ll plug you up,” You hummed happily as you watched his cock just about ready to burst it seemed, “Now, I wanna see you get up.”

“G-Get up?” Wakasa repeated your words not really sure he could.

“Get up.” You said sterner this time, “Get on your knees and push them all out. Each one. I wanna see you push all my eggs out pretty kitty...”

Groaning as Wakasa swore his limbs felt like they were made of lead. Your wish was his command and he wasn’t about to upset the person so lovingly pumping him full of eggs.

Careful as he did it. And with your help. The toy stay lodged inside him and not a single egg escaped prematurely. You rubbed his belly once more as Wakasa knelt above your lap. Staring down at his distended belly and raging hard cock sticking straight up regardless of his full belly.

“Wait-” You reached over and grabbed the container the eggs had been in before, “Mmm wanna catch all my pretty boy’s eggs after all.”

Maybe the wink you gave him. Or the utter disgusting nature of what he’d gotten himself into. Depraved be damn Wakasa didn’t care if it would be a mess. He was only thinking about being your incubator for the rest of his life now.

With encouragement and Wakasa’s hands on your shoulders to steady his wobbly legs. You slowly pushed the toy inside him a few more times. Met with resistance but mountains of pleasure as Wakasa inadvertently rutted his hips into the motion of the toy. Fucking himself best he could before without warning you pulled the literal plug on him.

The utter disgusting gushing lewd noises that echoed in the room were the cherry on top. When Wakasa felt the slimy eggs pouring out of him. One by one. Thick in the middle as it passed through him. It felt all too weird and too good at once. And utterly neglected cock shot a healthy gush of cum up his abs. With the slow deflation of his belly as Wakasa doubled over you. Legs trembling. Moans ripped from his pretty lips. And the plop of each egg out of him caused the most spine tingling orgasm to take his breath away. Cum streaked across his now flat stomach as the last few eggs were pushed from his insides. The rest of his load dripped and drooled into the pail of eggs. Coated in every juice he had. Only complete when Wakasa realized all those eggs had been pressed against his bladder as well. And when he relaxed after his orgasm, he didn’t have any control of the golden stream. Accidentally pissing himself after all his muscles relaxed like one big sigh. Wakasa stared down at the jelly eggs coated in everything now getting a little gush of his piss on them.

Utterly too fucked out of it all the man could do was slump into you. Comforted by your arms cradling him against your body. And your lips coming to kiss the sensitive skin right under his ear lobe.

“...don’t get too comfortable Waka.” You mumbled into his warm skin and gave him a playful nip of his ear lobe, “Those are reusable and I’m going to stuff them all back inside you. Plug you up and ride you until you’re crying under me.”

Wakasa couldn’t speak. Too in love with you and every word that left your mouth. He’d happily become your incubator for the rest of his life if this was the fun that awaited him.

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rintoki · 2 years

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wakasa x dom!succubus!reader :)

warnings: gender neutral reader but implied afab, slight aphrodisiac use, wakasa taking cock like a champ, throat fucking and normal fucking, wakasa has some wild fantasies, reader clones lmfao

feeding wakasa a drug that allows you to access his dreams as a succubus, allowing you to access his deepest most secret fantasies whatever it may be. you were planning to ignore it anyway, expecting it to be the same as most other men; you were just going to do whatever you wanted with him. take your fill from him and leave him to deal with the aftermath. except the scene that you found yourself in stopped you in your tracks.

wakasa writhed in his bed, having fallen asleep but now he finds himself in an all too familiar dreamscape. a scene that he would never admit out loud, a scene that only exists in his mind as his hands travel over his body. touching and rubbing the spots that make his body hot, before finally grasping his swollen cock.

just like always you were there in front of him, as dazzling as ever. while wakasa himself was on his knees, hands resting neatly on his thighs as he looked up at you. but something was slightly off about how you looked; eyes like slits as you stared down at him, and your teeth as sharp as knives. even your ears was just a slight too pointy to be human. but… it was all a dream anyway right? wakasa didn’t think anything of the difference in your looks, it was you after all.

it was surprising to find yourself in your true form in this dream, normally you would take on the form of whoever your victim desired. you guess this secret fantasy wasn’t the only thing wakasa hid from you. your tail flicked back and forth; body already heating up from being in here. his desire for you was so carnal, it was making it difficult for you to control yourself. you could feel it; what he wanted, his neediness as his hands began to reach for you.

wakasa breathed a sigh as his fingers touches you, hands beginning to wrap around your legs. you felt so real; the warmth of your skin and even your scent. something about this dream was unlike the others. it felt so real it made his head fuzzy, filled to the brim with nothing but you. and in this dreamscape with no one else but you two, wakasa moans your name.

“please, i want you,” he voiced his repressed desires to the ‘imaginary’ you, something he could never have the guts to say out loud. he mouths at your crotch, silently asking for permission.

you grinned, shucking off your clothes and watching as wakasa nearly flinches at your cock. his eyes widened a tad, it was always a strap in his previous dreams. but for the real you, it was but a simple task to grow a cock if the situation saw fit.

he swallows nervously, yours was much bigger than the strap he always imagined, his own cock stirring in his pants at the thought of having it in his mouth. you grabbed the base of your half-hard cock, lifting it his lips.

“go on, this is what you want isn’t it?”

wakasa eyes flickered back and forth between your face and your cock, before tentatively taking in the tip into his mouth. you had to squash down the moan that nearly bubbled up at the sight of that. his pink lips wrapped in an ‘o’-shape around you, the warmness of his mouth making your belly tingle.

his tongue felt absolutely sinful as it lapped at your slit, licking up the pearls of precum that was beginning to form. wakasa moans, the taste of you made his body hot, his own cock now fully hard and throbbing between his legs.

“come on, more now,” you grinned a wicked grin, taking him by his hair as you pressed him closer to you, pushing your cock further down his throat. a strangled whine sounded from the man below you, his mouth completely stuffed so full of you it was difficult to breath.

and yet somehow that sensation of suffocating only aroused him further. the lack of air made his head dizzy, lightheaded and all he could think of was how good your cock felt in his mouth, the weight on his tongue and the stretch of his throat—he never wanted to it to stop.

but as good as it felt, your cock must feel even better stretching out his hole. wakasa mewled at the thought, sucking on your length as he dreamed about how it would feel as you pushed it in. how amazingly it would feel with both ends stuffed full; if only there were two of you.

his thoughts truly took you by surprise, “if i’d known you were such a needy slut i would have done this ages ago,”you sneered. wakasa must have truly been out of it; he was certain you had just spoken, and yet your mouth hadn’t moved at all.

“you have such a cute little butt,” there it was again, this time he felt hands groping his ass, “i’m dying to see my cock buried between them.”

it was most definitely your voice, and before he could turn to see who it was, a warm body pressed against his back, someone’s thick cock sliding between his ass cheeks, someone’s cold lips beginning to suck bruises into his pale neck and their hands feeling up his chest.

the man whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as his head spun. it was you, he was certain. the person behind him now, touching and kissing him, grinding their cock on his ass—he was certain it was you, it felt just like you. but his head couldn’t catch up yet, it was an impossible situation.

the person in front of him now, with their cock in his mouth, and the person behind him, with their tip pressed against his hole; they are both the same person. wakasa doesn’t know how, or even if this was really a dream anymore from how intense everything felt.

all he knew was that your cock felt heavenly as you began to push in, his tight walls stretching to accommodate your size. wakasa clawed at your thighs, his eyes rolling back into his head as he tries to breath through his nose. it was so overwhelming, both ends filled to the brim with you. he could barely make a sound past strangled breaths, sobs escaping when you started to thrust.

he was so fucking tight, so warm it made your head spin. you wanted to burn the image of him right now into your memory; eyes blurry with tears as he still continued to suck you off, all the while getting his ass pounded by a second you. he was flushed to his ears, eyebrows knitted together from effort of trying to keep any semblance of composure.

too bad it only fuelled you to thrust harder, changing the angle of your hips such that you brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him every time. wakasa sobbed at the sudden change, his thighs trembled and struggled to support his body weight. every thrust pushed him forward, his nose now bumping against your navel as you basically fucked both his mouth and throat.

tears were now falling freely down his flushed cheeks, wakasa gripped desperately at your legs, using it as a means to remain grounded as you used his body as you pleased. treated like nothing but a toy for you to use, you were close, he could feel your cock twitching in both his holes.

the thought of being used as your cumdump made his own cock twitch, unable to even voice his climax as cum squirted out his tip, dirtying the ground between his legs. wakasa could only whimper and sob quietly as your warmth begin to fill him up.

“you take me so well, baby, so perfect,” you praised as waves of pleasure ran through your body. your muscles tight as you pressed your cock into him, holding it still as you painted his insides and his throat white. “my perfect little sex toy.”

wakasa just barely registered what you said before everything went black, passing out from exhaustion. you have to say this was the first time in a long while that you’ve been completely satiated.

as the dreamscape and your clone melted away, you stared at all that’s left; the man now sleeping soundly at your feet. you wondered about how he was going to face you tomorrow—dreaming such a lewd dream, was he just going to smile as always? what if you teased him a little? let slip that you know exactly what he fantasises about? you wonder what kind of face he’ll make then, it almost makes you hungry again just thinking about it.

you can’t wait for tomorrow, tail swaying happily behind you as you hopped out his window, disappearing into the night.

#sorry the ending is ass #i got tired of writing and lost focus lol JDNKS #sub tokyo revengers #six.writes #imaushi wakasa #imaushi wakasa smut #not even gonna bother trying to format this anymore lol #oof

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wakasaz · 7 months

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Thinking about Sugar Daddy Wakasa, who gives you a hundred for every inch you take..

"Come on baby, one more," he says as tears run down your cheeks as you shake your head "c-can't" you whine as you grip his shoulders, shaking slightly. "Yes, you can. Don't you want that last hundred, baby?" He says as he kisses your tear stained cheeks and rubs circles on your hips with his thumb. You nod your head as you try to lower yourself onto him. "That's it. That's my good girl, " wakasa whispers as you bottom out while shoving another hundred in the waistband of your panties he has pulled to the side. You're moaning and panting into the side of his neck while you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Now be a good girl and ride daddy if you want that thousand," He says as he sits under you, counting the cash in his hand.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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One of The Boys: Takeomi Akashi, Keizo Arashi, & Wakasa Imaushi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: You're just one of the boys. You hang out, eat, and drink with them like they're your childhood friends. Except... when you're all drunk. Then... you're something more.

wc: 1.3k

tw: dubcon, drinking, smut

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"You act like I'm not with you three twenty-four-seven." You tip the beer bottle up to your lips and take a sip, your face focused on the glowing television screen.

"Oh, come on," Takeomi mumbles, lying on the couch behind you and swirling a finger around your shoulder. "We let you have some time to yourself, don't we, guys?" Waka and Keizo grunt in unison, one splayed out on the floor beside you and nursing a glass of scotch. The other, larger one is sitting in the reclining chair, his eyes kidding ever so slightly.

"You're all old men and fucking drunk." Wakasa belches in response to your quip, but no one argues back.

"But you like old men," Takeomi replies slowly. You turn to face him and look into his eyes with defiance.

"Says who?" Three pairs of eyes look around at each other. There's something unspoken in the air, some conversation that had occurred without you present before this evening. But no one says a word. Waka settles back into the couch, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"You just know us so well," Keizo slurs, frowning. "You're kind of like the little buddy that tags along our quests."

"You're damn right. I know you three so well, I could tell you apart in my sleep."

"Let's play a game," Takeomi blurts, sitting up suddenly.

Waka calls out, "No Uno," while Keizo huffs, "Or Monopoly."

"No, no," Takeomi hisses, waving them off with a limp hand. "It's called, 'Guess Who.'" Everyone groans, including you. "You haven't even heard what the game is!" Takeomi stumbles in front of the TV, blocking the only light source as he reaches for something. "Okay, y/n, you're the guesser. I'm going to blindfold you, and you have to guess which of us is touching you since you know us like the back of your hand."

"Touching me?" Your pussy throbs at the thought of any of them touching you outside of a fight. You'd never spoken about your desire for fear of ruining your perfect dynamic, but it would be a lie if you said you didn't think about them in more than just a friendly way.

"You're with us twenty-four-seven, right?" Takeomi resurfaces with a bandana. "You get five tries. If you get three wrong..." He smiles at you wickedly. "Then you have to do whatever we say."

"I'm not going to lose," you admit confidently. "Go ahead. And if I win, you guys have to do whatever I say for a week."

"Three days," Waka counters.

"Alright." Takeomi shrugs, placing the blindfold over your eyes and tying it tight behind your head. He takes the beer out of your hand, sits you on the couch, and then shuffles around. The recliner creaks - Keizo is getting up - and Waka gets off the floor with a grunt. There's whispering, but you can't hear it over the TV that's been turned up considerably.

Feet shuffle toward you after a long pause, and you try to measure the gait of each step. But it's nearly impossible, and you feel a hand move over your arm. The feet move back, and you try wrapping your mind around any distinguishing factors. They were thin fingers, so it had to be either Wakasa or Takeomi. Beyond that...

"Guess who?"

"Wakasa."

"Lucky guess," Takeomi mutters, no doubt crossing his arms. "Alright, next one." There's shuffling and whispering, and then another one approaches you. This time, they touch your shoe, taking it off and revealing your socked foot.

"That's not fair," you grumble. "I can't even tell."

"Just guess."

"Then it was you, Omi."

"Wrong. It was me. Your shoes are on my carpet, and that's gross," Keizo replies.

"Typical."

"One wrong," Takeomi laughs. "Two to go." More movement. Then someone comes up to you and leans down. Breath fans across your face before lips touch yours, and your mind goes blank. Oh, fuck.

A moment passes before the lips disappear, and you're left breathless and unable to guess.

"That was... you, Omi."

"Oh, so sorry," Takeomi answers, chuckling again. "That was Waka."

"That's..."

"I've wanted to do that for ages," Waka admits emotionlessly. You're stunned into silence as the next guy approaches you, smoothes a hand over your hair, and then kisses your cheek.

"Two wrong answers," you hear as the blood begins to rush to your head. "This could be your last chance to win."

"I..." Your head begins to swirl as if the beer finally took hold of your senses. "I don't know..."

"Final answer?"

"Come on, y/n," Takeomi teases. "You know us so well."

"I guess I don't," you gasp, and fingers pull at the blindfold, lifting it off of one eye.

"So you admit it," Takeomi smirks. "You thought you knew us." You nod, and he shakes his head, clicking his tongue. "You can't even tell my touch apart from Keizo's or Waka's. Such a shame." He replaces the blindfold and sighs. "You lose, then. Now you're ours for the night."

You're not sure how your clothes came off so quickly, but fingers are sliding into your soaked pussy while one of them sucks leisurely on one of your exposed nipples.

"I'm feeling generous," Takeomi whispers in your ear, his half-naked body pressed into your backside. "You should take another chance to guess whose fingers are inside you."

"I know they're yours," you reply softly.

"Of course you do," he mutters back. "You really do know me after all, hm?"

It's Waka that's pressing your head down into his lap and holding the tip of his cock against your lips. And it's Keizo that's got one of your tits in his mouth while he hums.

How did you get so lucky?

Takeomi's fingers slip out of you as Waka's fingers knot in your hair, helping you bob up and down on his veiny length. A cockhead presses at your entrance, and you moan loudly, hoping Takeomi wouldn't stop as he sinks into you with care.

"Fuck," he whines, beginning to thrust into you. "You like that cock stretching you out, yeah?" You can only grunt around Waka's cock before it pops free, saliva and precum smearing over your lips.

"You'll be able to tell us apart in no time," Waka chuckles before shifting around. "At least, Omi and I. You'll have no problem knowing when Keizo's inside of you, right, Kei?"

"Right," he breathes, the cool air fanning across your chest as he moves into Waka's empty space. Your lips wrap around a bigger cockhead, which you're sure is twice as thick. "Take your time, baby," Keizo coos, holding your hair in one hand. Takeomi picks up the speed of his movements, his hips smacking your ass as you meet him thrust for thrust.

"You have to feel this pussy, Waka," Omi breathes. "It's like silk."

"Maybe next time," you hear Waka mutter from afar. "You're enjoying yourself."

"Shit yeah," Takeomi hisses, gripping your hips tighter. "You'll learn the difference between us, won't you, princess?" Keizo curses, angling his hips to take control of the blowjob you're giving. And you're stuffed full, praying that it would never end.

Keizo pushes you down on his cock, making you gag for a moment before letting you up and exhaling roughly, cum shooting on your face. "That's it," he pants. "That's it. There you go..."

You reach a hand down as you feel your own orgasm cresting to rub at your clit furiously. "Play with yourself," Takeomi encourages you, lifting your leg a little. "Yeah... that's what I like to see."

"Fuck, Omi... Gonna cum..." you whimper. Takeomi says nothing in response, but you can feel his cock twitch and hear him groan. "I'm cumming!" Your pussy clenches around Takeomi's cock just as he huffs and grunts and sighs loudly, his hips stuttering as he cums inside you.

There's a long wait before Takeomi slips out of you, his cock softening.

"We'll do this game again soon," he murmurs, taking the blindfold off. "We'll play fair next time, too. Deal?"

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saetoru · 2 years

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Sorry just been thinking about 270 wakasa and you seemed like a good person to uh tell this to

But just waka and his impassive face with his cigarette in his mouth, choking you while you ride him… you’re naked he’s got his clothes on only his dick out. You wanted to be a brat so your punishment is riding him till he cums but your doing a piss pour job 😔

LIKE YOU — IMAUSHI WAKASA.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ imaushi wakasa x reader — 1.4k words — wakasa likes you, even when you’re a bit of a brat

≣ warnings ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, based on the chapter 270 leaks but there are no actual spoilers, mean/brat tamer wakasa, riding, teasing and begging, slight choking, unprotected sex, creampie

≣ warnings ⋮ yeah chapter 270 leaks of wakasa got me so ill he looks so fine 😭

he’s unimpressed.

wakasa likes you—he thinks you’re different than all the rest of the assistants he’s met in his time. they get replaced rather frequently in this field, too quick to mess up or too slow to keep up. he figures hooking up with them won’t really make a difference if they won’t be here for longer than two months, but you were work.

you took him some time to open up. you took him sweet gestures and kind words and real commitment—and by then, he’s become more than a little attached. and you seem promising too, you’ve been here the longest of any assistant he’s seen thus far.

he likes you, but you’re being nothing but a brat today. you’re glued to his side through the meeting—he lets it happen, even taking the initiative to rub circles into your back. you’re touchy and feely as you rake your hand over the exposed portion of his chest—he doesn’t say anything, even offering you a soft hum when your nail traces the tattoos. you’re quick to cut off any girl who approaches him for the night—he doesn’t mind, just lets out an amused huff of a chuckle.

but he knows what you want. he knows what you’re hoping for, and now is not the time or place, and you can’t be spoiled just because your lips curl into a cute little pout and your eyes are wide and innocent.

“see what being a brat gets you?” he asks smoothly, like he’s not even bothered by the aching of his hardened cock, like the pathetic attempts you make of taking him fully don’t frustrate him in the slightest.

no, wakasa is patient. he’s always calm and collected and impassive. he doesn’t let his enemies know a thought on his mind, and he doesn’t have any issues pulling a blank slate over his face.

even if he really just wants to slam into your dripping cunt as you wail his name.

“waka, please,” you whine, eyes shining with unshed tears—you’re painfully unsatisfied by the sloppy rhythm you’re setting for yourself. you’re exposed—blouse unbuttoned and skirt pulled down, marks of his teeth as he’d nipped at your skin still visible from just a bit ago. he sits with nothing but his cock exposed, arms crossed and a cigarette tucked between his teeth while you grasp his shoulders and try to bounce on his length.

“please what? fuck you?” he raises a brow, “no, that would be too easy,” he says simply, making you whine as try to sink down on his member. he’s big—thick and curved, the fat tip flushed with pink as he leaks pre cum. it’s a mess, smeared along your folds, mixing with your slick as you try to fit him in. but you’re struggling, and he makes no moves to help.

“please, n-need you,” you sob, the first fall of tears slipping past your cheeks. they stain your skin so pretty, he almost wants to be a bit meaner, just to push you a little further into breaking for him.

but wakasa likes you—he really does.

“yeah?” he snorts, “already knew that from how you were actin’,” he sneers, “thought it’d be cute to get all desperate out there? thought i’d fuck you in that room in front of everyone or somethin’?”

“n-no, i—”

“bet you’d like that, huh?” he cuts you off, and for the first time, there’s an expression on his face besides that stone-cold, empty look. he grins, though a bit sinisterly, but he grins all the same. “bet you’d love to have your pussy stuffed full of me while everyone watches, huh? dirty thing,” he chuckles.

“jus’…jus’ wanted you so bad,” you whine, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you roll your hips down on him once more. the head of his cock taps against your clit before it sinks past your folds, making you whimper as your thighs shake, burning from the effort.

and then, his hand comes around your neck, squeezing gently enough not to hurt, but firmly enough to make you choke on a garbled moan.

“i took you with me 'cause you said you’d be good,” he hisses, sneering at you as your lips wobble. his other hand comes down to grasp your hip and still your movements, and what little friction you granted yourself cuts off completely, making you choke through a whine as his hand around your throat squeezes as a warning. “but since you insist on actin’ like a brat, now i gotta punish you,” he spits.

“‘m good,” you whimper when his hand loosens around your neck a little, “i-i’ll be good, promise!”

“yeah?” he raises a brow, “gonna be good and take this cock, then?” you nod furiously, making him hum in approval before he shifts back to lean against his seat.

he’s not so stupid as to think you’ll ride him well—your previous efforts have been less than impressive already, so his hands plant themselves onto your hips, fingers digging into the plush skin as he pulls you down to sink on his throbbing member in one go.

you squeal as he practically impales you, muffling out his low groan when he finally feels the full squeeze of your cunt, the tight walls hugging around him as he guides your hips up and down his cock. his balls are heavy—tight with the need to release, and by now, even wakasa is a little impatient to feel his peak hit him just like you are.

“fuck,” he curses, his voice a shaky breath as he feels you clench around him when his tip kisses your sweet spot. “so tight, baby,” he moans, “see what bein’ good could’ve gotten you sooner?”

you’re already so close—so sensitive from all the teasing strokes from before that your head simply falls to his neck, mewling into his skin as he maneuvers your hips to sink down on him over and over. he bullies into you, carving into your cunt like he’s molding you to take only him, curving along your walls and dragging his thick veins with friction that makes your head spin.

you can practically feel him in your lungs, from the deep strokes of his cock to the intoxicating scent of his cologne, he overtakes your senses until you’re nothing but a sobbing mess clinging to him as he half guides you and half ruts up into you.

“just so needy,” he scoffs, “can’t even do anything on your own. gotta do it myself, huh? need me to fuck you dumb on my cock myself?”

“w-waka—oh,” you squeal when his navel bumps along your clit, the pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves sending you hurtling closer to your high, “‘m close…s-so close. gonna cum,” you whine.

finally—finally, he turns his head and plants a gentle kiss on your head, like you’ve said something right, done something good, offered something that makes him proud.

“that’s a good girl,” he hums, “go ahead and cum for me, baby. let go, yeah?”

you do—you cum hard, gushing around him as you sob into his neck. your hands trail to his long strands of hair, pulling on the locks as he groans at the way you spasm around him. his hips are thrusting up into you, skin slapping against each other, the mess of your slick and his pre cum coating your thighs as the loud squelch of him fucking into you rings through the room. your orgasm rips through you with enough to make slump against him completely, whimpering from the sensitivity as he continues to thrust into you and chase his own release.

“oh—fuck, baby,” he groans when his own orgasm hits, thick pumps of his cum painting your walls as he rides himself through his high. you feel him trembling under you, breathy pants fanning against your ear as he chokes soft cries of your name. “fuck, feels so good—make me feel so good,” he grunts as you milk him of every rope of cum.

he finishes with a shudder, arms loosely wrapped around you as he slumps back on the couch, hand rubbing slow circles into your back to soothe you as you both catch your breaths.

“just so you know,” he mutters, “i’m not taking you with me next time.”

“we’ll see,” you giggle, pulling away from his neck to press your forehead to his and peck his nose.

he grins—because wakasa likes you, he thinks, even a little bratty and all.

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buccini555 · 2 years

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𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

〔 𝑾𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 〕

↬ He likes hanging out with you, especially at night.

↬ Wakasa always protect you from everything and everyone, he won't let anyone get close to you and when he notices someone looking at you, he will intimidate the person.

↬ He's a cold person, but he says that you warm his heart.

↬ One time you were with him in the park playing together on the swings and you ended up falling down, he was super worried about you and never wanted you to go on the swing again.

↬ He gave you a keychain of a little white tiger.

↬ When you are together, almost every night you go to watch series and movies. (mostly horror, crime series or thrillers).

↬ He gets into a lot of fights, but sometimes avoids conflicts with dangerous people out of fear that something bad will happen and you'll end up without him.

↬ Wakasa always makes snacks for you and sometimes he also tries to make sweets.

↬ He caresses your face waiting for you to fall asleep and as you sleep, he admires your beauty.

↬ You ask him to stop getting into trouble, but even though he loves you a lot, it's his nature to be in the middle of fights.

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wakasa-wifey · 2 years

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So uhm once again congrats my bb <333

I am so happy for you omg 😭😭

I am here to request something for the prompt section ~

Wakasa x fem!reader or gn!reader you choose

With prompt #6 (i mean it’s meant for him and my sweet tooth fufu)

Love you so much and wish you the best 🥰

Sweeter Than Sugar!

Prompt #6 “No lollipops for you. You eat too many and leave the sticks lying around the house.” - Wakasa Imaushi

Kodou Rengou! bf! Wakasa Imaushi x afab! gf! reader

cw: smut mdni! food play (?), food insertion into vagina (pls don't do this), (mean) dom! Wakasa, oral (female receiving), Wakasa calling reader Princess, overstimulation, squirting, manhandle.

summary: Wakasa thinks you nagged too much about him eating lollipops so he asked you to hold it for him.

word count: 703 words

AN: God forgive me I don't know what I am doing. I fully blame Victoria for asking it to be spicy (ily tho wife :P) My first smut (and it's not even full blown) goodbye I'm gonna hide myself in the corner. Don't come searching for me. Oh and thank you sm to my Kiki pie @p-antomime for being my beta T-T ily.

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Looking at the floor of your boyfriend's apartment, you could only shake your head seeing the litters of lollipop wrappers and sticks all over the floor. Sighing to yourself, you went to the kitchen and took out the plastic and started to pick up the trash on the floor. "Morning angel." arms wrapping themselves behind you, you could recognise the morning voice of your boyfriend, Wakasa Imaushi. "Morning 'Kasa." you hummed. Turning you over, you covered Wakasa's mouth before he could kiss you, causing him to whine at your action.

"Nuh uh, go brush your teeth first and take a shower, you smell." you told him jokingly, getting a frown out of him and a tighter grip as he tried to get closer to you. "Waka noooooo" your turn to whine as you struggled to get out from his grip and pout up at him, a little scream escaped you after he managed to land a little kiss on your pouting lips. A chuckle and a smirk decorated your boyfriend's face celebrating his victory against you.

"Princess, I already took a shower before you came." Wakasa's deep chuckle rang when he caged you against him tighter while trying to reach a jar of lollipops inside the cabinet behind you. Frowning, you tried to take the lollipop away only for Wakasa to move away from you."Nooo it's mine." the president of Kodou Rengou childishly whined and did a small run from you whenever you tried to take away the lollipop from his mouth. "Wakasa no." you sighed at the albino haired man. “No lollipops for you. You eat too many and leave the sticks lying around the house.”you scolded him while still trying to reach his height to take away the lollipop when you suddenly slipped.

Luckily for you, your boyfriend managed to catch you before you ends up on the floor. "Thank you Waka." you thanked him before squiggling out of his hold. "Princess stop." confused, you looked up at him, only to see a full blown pupil with 'something' poking on your stomach." Uhh Waka-" you were cut off by Wakasa,"You know what, maybe I want something sweeter than the candy."

And that's how you found yourself in this situation.

"Shit Princess, you're drenched." Wakasa who's been edging you with kitten licks sniggered against your folds. Going up to your face, Wakasa smiled as an idea lights up in his head. Taking out the lollipop that he kept at the side of his mouth, Wakasa looked at it before smirking." Heads up Princess." was the only warning you got before you felt a small pressure under as he pushed the lollipop into your hole. "Wa- Wakasa." you moaned when Wakasa started to move the lollipop in and out of you.

Popping out the lolly from your hole, you whined because of the empty feeling inside you. Smirking, Wakasa licked the lollipop, making eye contact with you. "Taste sweet. Sweeter when it has your essence on it." Wakasa said while finishing the candy stick.

"Don't worry Princess, I don't forget you." discarding the candy at his side, he now paid full attention to you and you only.

"Wakasa, gonna cum, 'm gonna cum!" your small scream accompanied with a blinding white flash as you cums, your body shaking uncontrollably. "Well, well will you look at that, don't know you can squirt Princess." Wakasa snickered against your crotch, lapping at it, getting you into overstimulation.

"Waka, no."

"Waka yes." ignoring your protests, Wakasa only added three of his fingers, massaging your walls and hitting your G-Spot directly while biting and licking your clit. At the feel of your walls constricting his movements, he smiled "Gonna cum again Princess?" he snickered.

"Ye-yes. Please, please let me cum. Wakasa let me cum please."

"Shh shh, come for me Princess. Cum now." Once Wakasa's fingers makes a 'come hither' motion, you're once again pushed into another orgasm.

"Waka. Waka, too much- 's too much." you babbled, trying to push Wakasa away but was proven unsuccessful as Wakasa's grip only got tighter. "Come on Princess, one more. I know you can give me one more." at that, you know it's going to be a long night.

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