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hi!! can i request wherein reader and wakasa was on a vacay and tried skinny dipping in a jacuzzi. i don’t know it that makes sense, but thank u if u consider it!!

hiiii ~

yes of course i am at your service once again anon. it's officially summer for me, so it is convenient for me to fill this request. please enjoy and when you're done come scream at me in my inbox ill be waiting <3

~ nsfw under the cut you've been warned ~

now it's not very often you get alone time with your significant other. being a busy man and all that, it's rare to have some peace, free of distractions or whatever it is that typically forces you two to part.

so imagine your surprise when you walk through the door, pull off your shoes, and your boyfriend is nowhere in sight. his absence isn't the surprising part, typically away and only returns home after hours. no, the surprising part is the state of distress that the small apartment has fallen into.

on the couch is a pile of clothes, your clothes, accompanied by an arrangement of shoes on the floor in a line by the coffee table. there's music playing somewhere in the place, a low whistling following the tune. a new bouquet of carnations in the center of the table a sign that your boyfriend was indeed home, just nowhere in your current view.

throwing your keys in the bowl by the door, you adventure off in hopes to find the cause behind the disastrous mess in the place. Friday's are reserved for relaxation in your household, strictly takeout and couch cuddles, so the sight is enough to spike your anxiety thinking about how much time it'll take to reorganize. the whistling gets louder the closer you get to the bedroom, the guilty party probably making even more mess in there compared to the living room. rounding the corner by the door frame, you prop an arm up to watch him scramble on his side of the room, pulling open draws and causing chaos amongst his clothes for reasons you don't know.

wakasa imaushi is a sight to behold. despite being with him for a while now, he always seems to be able to steal your breath away, no one holding a candle to his charm in your eyes. you take a moment to eye every little detail of his on full display for you as he stands back to you, shirtless to combat the humidity despite the sun slowly disappearing. You allow your eyes to roam from the sharp jawline in full view with his hair up to the bead of sweat that travels from his neck down his broad shoulders from the summer heat that consumes the apartment. you could feel the want to jump him right then and there but become easily sidetracked the moment he pulls a hoodie out of a draw and haphazardly tosses it over his shoulder, still very unaware of your presence.

"okay what have you done and why are we fleeing the country?" he turns around, startled by the voice that calls to him other than his own. "who said were fleeing the country? i didn't do anything... that the feds know at least." he pauses his endeavor and easily finds his way to you across the room. you laugh at his remark as he finds your waist and consumes your personal space, drawing you into him so hard you have to stand on your toes to reach his neck with your arms. "so then i wanna hear the excuse for the disaster i've come home to after a long day.”

he huffs and pulls back to see your face, hands spreading on your hips to keep you within his reach, fingertips teasing under your shirt. you feel the hitch in your throat as his eyes bore into yours, lilac swimming to the depths of your soul in a trance. no matter how many times you have been near him he always blows you out the water in disbelief that he's really yours to hold. " the only escape we're making is to the Airbnb i rented for the weekend. you have three days free, i have three days free, and we need to get the fuck out of here or i'm gonna go crazy." you know he's serious by the tone he uses, urgent and forward.

it's been obvious how much stress he's been under recently, his mood cloudier than usual, eye bags from lack of sleep, and the drowsy way he carries himself around are physical proof of the burdens. you feel a pang of sympathy strike your heart knowing he does so much for so many, putting anyone of importance in his life before him in the rank of priorities. you kiss him slowly hoping it portrays every ounce of emotion you feel for him at the moment as he meets you with the same intensity.

he draws back causing you to pout, saddened by the distance which is quickly chased away as he picks you up and flawlessly tosses you over his shoulder. a squeal and a series of giggles, you're kicking your legs in any form of resistance that you can at this angle. "put me down this instant you savage." he easily captures your calves in his left hand to keep you from loosening his grip, smacking his right hand on your thigh before tossing you on the couch. "pack a bag. i've already picked out some of my favorite things to make your packing easier. we leave in 30.”

you scoff in disbelief at his antics as he walks back into the bedroom, narrowing your eyes at the 'favorite things' part and glancing at the pile that waits for you. "oh please we both know if you had it your way, i'd be naked all weekend." his laugh is hearty and melodic as it echos down the hall and into the living room. "who said that's not happening?" shaking your head you begin as he asked, packing in excitement for your weekend getaway.

~~~~~

what he didn't tell you, over an hour later, was how luxurious the Airbnb was.

he hopped out of the driver's seat of your car and jogged around to the passenger seat to escort you out, grinning at the wide-eyed look on your face. he holds a hand out towards you to lift you up and out of the car before closing the door behind you and walking towards the trunk.

the house was small, obviously only meant to host one party at a time. the one-bedroom house had a full porch out front with a charming white bench swing on the right of the entrance. flicking on the lights you saw that the single-floor house proved to be quite the space, the kitchen and living room combined but not cramped boasted an open concept, giving the house an airy vibe. the door to the bedroom was on the left of the tv accompanied by another door to match on the opposite side which you guessed was the bathroom.

you stood in the center of the area looking up to the skylight which you were excited to see in the daytime, just imagining the room bathed in sunlight come morning. "so you like it or what?" you flew towards the boy who had just settled the bags into the room as he caught you in both arms, lifting you off your feet. "baby what in the world did you do to get this? you know what don't tell me i don't want to be liable." he laughs and kisses your cheek before planting you back on your feet. "i didn't do anything. had some money tucked to the side, exchanged some favors, nothing illegal i swear." you playfully smack him on the shoulder in response and turn away from him, allowing him to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist.

your eyes scan the place again before noticing the glass door towards the back. "what's back there?" he places a soft kiss behind your ear in response and pushes you forward to go look. what sold the place was the back. flinging open the back door leading to a private yard which was decorated in string bulbs of light hung over the wood deck. beyond the fence, you could hear the waves of the tide meeting the sand on the shore, having direct access to the beach through the gate. another highlight was the jacuzzi that was lit up in the corner of the yard. you turned back inside towards the bedroom where Waka was diligently unpacking things into draws and replacing the pillowcases.

"there's a fucking jacuzzi?! can we go in it?!" he chuckles zipping up his bag and tossing it onto the dresser. "yes baby as soon as we're settled in." so settling in is what you did, putting things away to your liking and changing your clothes into swimwear. the second you were done you were scrambling towards the back again, closing the door behind you. it was well past eleven pm with no sounds other than the occasional crash of the waves and the quiet hum from the tub.

the sky was clear and the stars were brighter on the shore during the summer, humidity more manageable now with the sun on the other side of the planet. you teased the water with your toes, allowing your body to acknowledge the heat before taking the steps into the water. you heard the door open and close again, your boyfriend was once again shirtless accompanied by the complimentary bottle of champagne and two glasses that the host left on the table with the binder of information (which neither of you had decided to glance at but that's beside the point).

he puts the items down to the side of the deck and follows you in, going straight into the water with no care in the world over the change of temperature. he easily settles in on the bench and opens his arms towards you, water rising almost halfway up his torso, and sighs as you follow his silent request. he just holds you there for a minute before scooping your legs over his lap, now straddling him, face to face.

your foreheads meet as you cup both his cheeks, his eyes still closed as you settle in and get comfortable. when he decides he's ready he begins to open up to you about his stresses. "i needed this so bad. i got into a fight with Shinichiro. i didn't even apologize i just left and said nothing. i didn't want to make it worse but im sure he hates me now."

at this revelation, you scoff and bring his attention to you, tilting his head up so he's looking you in the eyes like earlier. "you too are as thick as thieves. there's no way a silly little argument is gonna come between that. he loves you to death as you love him." he's pouting now and you almost want to laugh but you know it takes a lot to get him to open up, not typically wanting to burden those around him with his issues. "lets talk about it later okay? you can tell me all about it and whatever you want later. right now it's just you and me and this tiny house to ourselves so let's unwind.”

you run your hands from his face to his neck towards his shoulders, allowing him to pull you closer by the grip he has on your thighs before he captures your lips in a kiss. there's nothing romantic about the slight taste of chlorine that lingers in the air and on your skin, but there's so much romance that radiates off the man in front of you. it starts slow and tender, like it always does, taking a moment to appreciate the other. it's when his teeth meet your bottom lip as he sighs into your mouth when things get hotter and your body instinctively grinds into his. your hips are flush to his as he's pulling you impossibly closer, hands now gripping your sides to bruise as he leads your motions.

his slow descent starts from your lips to your cheek, to your neck, biting and sucking his way to your collarbones. at one particular harsh nip, you sigh and pull at the stands of his head, a low groan emitting from the back of his throat. you can feel his fingertips playfully pull at the top you're wearing, entertaining the thought but not quite doing enough to take it off. "you think there's a rule about being naked in the jacuzzi in that binder?"

at this you yank him up, face so serious it sends you into a fit of giggles, him laughing with you as well. "they won't know right? i'm sure someone has done it before." you drag him back into a kiss while he takes off your top this time with intent, only separating to pull it completely off. he's teasing you with the kiss, his tongue meeting yours for the briefest of seconds before pulling away, alternating between grinding and kissing.

your own hands begin to explore as well, running down from his shoulders, gently scraping your nails down his body the way you know he likes as your own form of teasing. it's too easy the way your hand slips past the waistband of his shorts, wrapping your fingers around him effortlessly stroking him to complete hardness. he groans heavily into your mouth and shimmies out of his shorts the best he can with you on top of him. "you're so fucking perfect for me. i can't take it anymore." you simply hum in response, too focused on tightening your grip around the base to keep him on edge.

he doesn't even try to take off your bottoms, using his fingers to slip the fabric to the side, thumbing your clit in hasty circles to pay attention to you as well. it's a little harsher than to your liking, the water not acting as much of a lubricant as you would've liked. your foreheads meet again as you're breathing heavily now, cheeks flushed red due to the intimacy and the heat radiating from the water. “i want you. i want you so bad please.” if you weren't on top of him, you could imagine him on his knees, begging you to advance and the thought makes you bite your lip and nod your head without a second thought.

he lifts your hips out of the water as he lowers his shorts to give himself room to breathe. the cool air sends a shiver down your spine, a drastic temperature change now out of the hot water that kept you away from the night chill. his raised thighs keep you above the water as his tip runs up and down your slit, coaxing your natural fluids to take place of the chlorinated water now running down your thighs chasing the water you rose from.

he lifts your hand to your mouth with his free hand. “spit.” you comply instantly and his eyes brighten slightly in bewilderment, grinning at the easy obedience as he guides your hand back to his length, prompting you to stroke him. when he is satisfied with the glide of your hand, he smacks your wrist away and aligns the tip with your entrance, panting into his ear as you rest your forehead on his shoulder. he buries himself into you until bottoming out, letting out twin moans as a release from the tension. it had been some time since the last time you two were joined this way making the increase in friction slightly unbearable. he allows you a second to breathe, before lowering you both back into the water.

he sighs as both of you are lowered into the water, steam increasing since cool skin has met the water again. both of his hands are on your hips now slightly tightening his grip every few seconds as the two of you are rediscovering each other through tongue and teeth. the drag of your hips over his is led by him, slow and steady as he grinds you into him impossibly deeper. “you doing okay sweetheart?” you merely groan in response, unable to concentrate on anything other than him filling you to the brim and the increased friction that comes from the surrounding water. your elbows rest on his shoulders as a base, one arm dangling straight back towards the wall, the other running a hand through his hair, pulling on the ends. one particular sharp tug draws a sharp breath from him as he grinds you down harder.

your breathing is sharp and unsteady, coming in quick before drawing out again while his last straw of patience is drawn. he is sharp in his thrusts, practically feeling the tip of him for every detail as his breath hits your neck, hot and damp as he buries his face into your neck. everything is hot and damp heightening your senses as your lower body grows accustomed to the heat and your upper body cools down with the slight breeze of the night. the difference in temperature drives you crazy as you become hyperaware of every sensation you're experiencing.

the sink down is slower than the rise up with the increased friction that comes from the water but it adds a new level of sensation to your body that you had never experienced. his pace is steady but considerate and his touch sets fire to your skin, hands roaming from your waist slowly rising with every inhale of breath he takes. its torture, every slight movement setting fire to your nerve endings, bringing you both closer. you're leaving open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of his neck catching the hitch of his breath every so often up close to your ear, biting his ear which draws out a long moan from him.

he's getting closer and it's obvious in the way his movements become harsher, more frantic, and in need rather than passionate and sensual. his breathing spikes and it sends a shiver through your whole body every time a groan slips past his lips. everything is too much and too little at the same time, his hands are close to their destination now as he slightly pushes you back to initiate eye contact. his hand wraps around your neck and your eyes widen in response, pushing further into his grasp and encouraging the behavior. he is beyond emotions right now, with no usual smug look or any feature in his eyes other than comfortable lust, focused solely on your pleasure.

it takes one more particular squeeze on your airway that sends you straight off the cliff, a long-drawn-out whine in response to a powerful orgasm you didn't even notice coming, hitting you like a freight train. he's stopped his thrusts and is weakly grinding into you, meeting his end shortly after yours, eyes closed and head resting back on the concrete that surrounds the tub. his face is flushed and his eyebrows are drawn apart in complete bliss and you allow your body to slump into his as his body draws closer to yours in response. he's still attempting to catch his breath but his unsteady breathing does not prevent him from leaving a few scattered kisses on your neck as a silent claim of affection or a thank you for just being.

there are a few minutes of recuperation shared between you focused solely on breathing and coming to when a low hum of a chuckle is heard from the man below you. you're tracing the patterns of the cement with your eyes when he draws your attention with the barely-there noise. “what's so funny huh? wanna share it with the class?” his grip on your waist tightens quickly before releasing and stroking your skin.

“did you notice the cameras before when you were out here?” your mind goes straight into panic mode, all the bliss leaving your limbs at once as you draw back to find him not looking at you but directly over your shoulder. your eyes widen as you slowly turn your head to follow the direction of his eyes and to your horror, your met with the little red light blinking back at you confirming the recording in progress.

“son of a bit-”

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fueledbysano · 4 months

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Chifuyu Matsuno | 26 | PET SHOP OWNER | 5’6 | LOYAL

Jokingly entering a lottery for a luxury couple’s cruise, you were surprised to receive a notification saying that you were the lucky winner! You now have to find a “spouse” for the trip. You’ve considered your friends, but all of them probably have commitments already. And then on the day of the cruise, Chifuyu greets you with flowers. He was so much cuter and in front of you. You settled into your luxurious cabin and began the journey.

On your first night, you tried the fancy dinner aboard the ship, shared your favorite dishes and chatted about your childhood memories associated with food. It struck you when he mentioned he was formerly a gang member, as he certainly did not look like one. you also bonded over your shared love of animals and memories of having owned pets as children, while Chifuyu told you all about the interesting things about these pets.

You also enjoyed a masquerade ball; Chifuyu was not the best dancer but he was so gentle with his movements. He was nervous at first, unsure how to navigate the party, but with your guidance and reassuring touch, he gradually relaxed and even started to enjoy the activity. You took the lead, taking him to the rhythm. With your hands on his shoulders and movements in synchrony with his, you glided across the dance floor, lost in the music and in each other's company just like dinner. Chifuyu was impressed by your confidence and grace on the dance floor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for that.

After a long day of exploring the ports and enjoying the activities on the cruise, you decided to unwind at the couple's spa. On the way there, the two of you even came up with a fake love story in case the masseuse asks— you were high school sweethearts. Inside the spa, you settled into adjacent massage tables, holding hands and enjoying the deep tissue massages that the spa offered. The oil worked its magic onto your bodies, and you turned to Chifuyu, who seemed to be holding his laughter from being ticklish. You smiled at him and chuckled as you made eye contact, letting him know that you didn’t mind. You couldn't help but notice Chifuyu's toned body. His toned back and arms were on full display, you felt yourself being attracted to him in a way you hadn't been before.

As the week went on, you and Chifuyu continued to learn more about each other while also participating in the cruise activities, all while pretending to be a couple. By the end of the cruise, Chifuyu couldn't deny the connection he felt with you, and he was surprised by the depth of his feelings for someone he had only just met. It was then that he realized that despite being the one who was rented for the vacation, it was he who truly rented your heart. So when you visited his pet shop, he couldn't deny the connection you had and was happy to see you again. It’s against the rules of the rent-a-boyfriend services, but he does not need that anymore and so do you.

Baji Keisuke | 26 | VET | 5’9 | TSUN-TSUN

As you prepared for your family's Christmas trip, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Your relatives were constantly badgering you about finding a partner, and the pressure to conform to their expectations was starting to wear you down. That's why when you heard about a service that could provide you with a pretend boyfriend, you saw it as the perfect opportunity to get your family off your back and enjoy the trip without the constant constant nagging.

When you met Baji, you were surprised at how charming and easygoing he actually was. He was exactly the kind of guy your family would approve of, and he was happy to play the role of your boyfriend. Both you and your family were struck by how handsome and charming he was. His tall, lean figure and stunning eyes made him look like a model, but his warm smile and how gentle he was with your family made him seem accessible and likable.

You found yourself growing nervous as the time went on, but Baji was quick to pick up on your discomfort and put you at ease. He asked questions about your family and interests, and he made you a drink before settling into your room for the night. Baji then joked and laughed about things your parents have told earlier, making sure to give you a sense of ease and comfort with him. After all, you will be going on a trip together. You knew that you were both putting on an act, but you couldn't deny his potential of being an actual partner.

So the trip began, Baji proved to be a great choice. He was friendly and outgoing, easily striking up conversations with your relatives. He quickly became a favorite especially to the children in your family, who were drawn to his playful nature and witty banter. He spent time playing with them, telling jokes and stories, and generally being a fun and engaging presence. He was so good at interacting with the children that they started calling him "big bro Baji". He simply made a positive impression on everyone. He even went out of his way to compliment the cooking and offer to help with luggages, and making sure that everyone was taken care of, especially you, even if it meant putting himself in second place.

On the last day of the trip, you find yourself wondering how he was so good at handling family members, and he was more than happy to explain that he had a close relationship with his own mother growing up. He also said that in his career, he had come to see his animal patients as members of his own family. He described how he would take the time to get to know each animal individually, talking to them in the veterinary clinic and taking them out to play and explore. He told you that he believed that the key to understanding and connecting with other beings was to see them as unique individuals, just like people.

You did miss Baji after the trip. He had made such an impact on your family members, especially the children, that he was brought up in conversations even after he was gone. Your parents asked about him, and his absence was noted by the young ones who had grown so fond of him. You found yourself thinking about him often and wondering what he was up to. The trip had been such a special experience for you, and you felt grateful for the time you had shared together. Even though your relationship had been temporary and arranged, you found yourself wishing that you could see him again and continue your connection. So when you called him up for a “rental” again, it was to your surprise when Baji answered with “Don’t worry, this one’s on me.”

Hanma Shuji | 28 | PHOTOGRAPHER | 6'4 | DAREDEVIL

You have been struggling to keep your ex-boyfriend at bay. Despite repeatedly asking him to leave you alone, he would still find a way to contact you, whether through social media or by showing up at your workplace or at your apartment. You were worried about the situation and wanted it to stop, so you decided to hire a pretend boyfriend to make your ex-boyfriend back off. You chose Shuji Hanma, a 28-year-old photographer with a charismatic and handsome look. He also had a rebellious streak that made him perfect to play the role.

Hanma's stylish motorcycle added to the spectacle of his arrival at your apartment. As you rode away, you noticed that your neighbors were staring, probably wondering who the mysterious man on the motorcycle was. It was the same case when you arrived at your workplace, your colleagues were equally curious about the identity of the mystery man who waited for you at the lobby.

Hanma was engrossed in his work in the lobby, concentrating on editing his photos on the computer screen. He noticed the faint sound of footsteps approaching. The sound grew closer, and Hanma looked up to see your ex-boyfriend walking towards the seats. Hanma was not impressed, and he almost immediately approached him. “Hello, I'm Shuji Hanma. You are…?”

“Uhm, Touri—desu.” He was confused, but shook Hanma’s hand anyway, which he regretted… Hanma’s grip was undeniably strong, which turned his skin to crimson. “You new here, huh?” Hanma tried to remain cool. “Eh, not exactly.” The guy shrugged, and Hanma scoffed and took his belongings. “Well, I'll be on my way.” He headed to the receptionist and spoke loud enough, “Good afternoon, can you please deliver a message to my girlfriend, Miss [ L / N ]? I have our lunch~” This was enough to grab your ex’s attention, and he was visibly confused and angered.

Hanma immediately escorted you off the elevator when you arrived, letting you know of your ex’s presence as he protectively put an arm around you. Which seemed to work, because he was only angrily standing there with a piercing glare. Hanma was inarguably intimidating with his fierce eyes and tall height. As you sat together for lunch, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You knew that your ex-boyfriend was watching from a distance, witnessing you having a wonderful time with another man. Hanma also appeared to be enjoying the situation, and he kept up his loving and affectionate demeanor throughout the meal, like Hanma taking your hand and kissing it, feeding you, and simply looking like a real couple. When in reality, you were also talking about your day so far and telling each other about the usual get-to-know topics.

After you walked out the restaurant together, your ex stepped forward and started yelling about how you could move on and replace him. “And with this twig?! Come on [ Y / N ], is this the best you got?” He chuckled and attempted to reach your arm. As he continued his tirade, Hanma lost his patience and punched him in the face. You were shocked at your pretend-boyfriend's sudden burst of violence, but you had to admit that it was somewhat satisfying to see your ex take a hit. Hanma quickly pulled you away from the scene and kicked your ex’s stomach. “Who’s the twig now? If I see your face again, I'm going to break every bone in your body.” He spat and then led you back to your apartment.

Once you were inside, Hanma apologized for his behavior and assured you that he only wanted to protect you. Still a bit shaken, you knew that Hanma had been there for you, and he did his role perfectly. You forgave him for resorting to violence and appreciated how devoted he had been to you with a generous tip, to which he answered, “I’m not leaving without making sure that guy never comes back.” You were taken aback when he took a seat on the couch by your front door. “And don't worry about the rent thing ♡” He winked. You were pretty sure he just enjoyed beating your ex, but you got yourself a pretty damn good fake boyfriend/guard dog.

Rindou Haitani | 30 | CLUB OWNER | 5’8 | GENTLEMAN, BUT A LITTLE NAUGHTY

You were feeling a bit down about attending the wedding of a college friend without a plus one. Your friends were all in loving relationships, and you were tired of being the odd one out. Rindou was intrigued by the request and quickly agreed. He looked forward to the opportunity to spend the evening with you and to help you feel less awkward.

Rindou was a stickler for presentation, so he took it upon himself to choose an outfit that would make you feel confident and comfortable. He asked you about the theme of the event, the colors of the invitations, and any personal style preferences you had. Using this information, he was able to find a perfect ensemble for the evening.

When you arrived at the venue, you felt a new sense of confidence. The dress that Rindou got tailored was a perfect fit, and the shoes made you feel taller and more sophisticated. You knew that you looked good, and that made you feel even more comfortable mingling with the other guests. Rindou had been right, the outfit had boosted your confidence, and it showed while he was happily your arm candy. As you continued to make your way toward the main event, Rindou couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity with the place. He quickly realized that he was one of the co-owners of the venue, and had completely forgotten to mention it to you. He felt a bit sheepish about the oversight and did not make a big deal out of it.

However, it did come back to bite him in the ass later on. “Mr. Haitani?” The groom took notice of his presence when the couple visited your table. “Pleasure to meet you, I did not see you on the guest list. What a surprise!” They shook hands. “My girlfriend is here with me.” He smiled and held you closely. “You didn’t tell us that your boyfriend owned the venue, [ Y / N ]-chan!” WHen the bride said that, it seemed that the other guests on the table now seemed more interested in you. “How did you meet?” “Is there a ring yet?” It was a bit of a shockwave to you and your friends. Suddenly it seemed as though they were all more interested in you than they were before, and you felt a tinge of discomfort, which Rindou easily picked up on.

“Oh, shut up…you won’t even talk to her two minutes ago…” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Wanna ditch?” You were touched by his offer, and gladly accepted. You needed a break from the endless talk about your friends' relationships, and it was nice to have a place to escape to for a little while. Rindou took you to the bar of his brother’s hotel nearby, where you were able to enjoy your own night just by yourselves without having to impress people who you barely know anymore. “Sorry for not telling you sooner, it was exactly what I was trying to avoid…” Rindou knew his way around a bar, and you found yourself in the perfect spot with him at your side. He explained the menu items and suggested a few different drinks that he thought you might enjoy, making sure to cater to your tastes. You felt grateful for his attention, and you appreciated how much effort he was putting into the conversation.

As you sat at the bar, you found yourself opening up more than you ever thought you would. You talked about your job,hobbies, and even a little bit about your past relationships. Rindou was a great listener, and he made you feel comfortable enough to share details that you had never told anyone before. You loved the fact that even though he was a complete stranger, he was genuinely interested in your life and experiences. While he also had a fair share of stories, especially the reason behind joining the rental services despite being a wealthy businessman… Rich people get bored sometimes too, you know…

You felt like you had known Rindou for much longer than just one evening. You couldn't believe how quickly the time had passed, and you found herself wishing that the night could go on forever. As they closed down the bar and left the reception, Rindou walked you to the suite he offered, and you found yourself wishing that you had the courage to ask him if he would like to see eachother again…

Ran Haitani | 31 | CLUB OWNER | 6'0 | BOLD

You have been using your “fiance” as an excuse to get out of uncomfortable situations or company gatherings, but now you are facing a dilemma. Your boss was hosting a company outing, and you knew that you couldn't use the same excuse again because he personally invited “your fiance”.

Thinking quickly, you reached out to Ran and asked him to play the part of your fiance for the whole trip. You were relieved when he agreed, knowing that he was the perfect person to accompany you to the event. Ran was charming, charismatic and extremely meticulous so you knew he would be able to sell the "fiance" ruse perfectly.

Ran likes to live life to the fullest, and he's not afraid to splash out on extravagant things. He's handsome, wealthy, and he has a way with the ladies. “You wanna make this more believable? I’ll take you on a date before our flight ♡” He took you to the finest restaurants and their club, and he insisted on paying for everything. He bought you clothes to bring to the trip, and you took a lot of photos together to show around. And he of course did not forget the fiance scheme and took you to Cartier for ring shopping. You were surprised by Ran's opulent lifestyle, but you were also drawn to his confidence and charm. He's not afraid to take risks or to try new things, and you feel like you can learn a lot from him.

On the day of the flight, you pulled up at the airport in his luxury sedan, dressed to the nines that truly made you look like the real deal. Ran was a smooth talker and a natural flirt, and he made you feel like the most important person in the world. And being the actor that he is, Ran smoothly introduced himself to your boss and colleagues. But you only gave them a glimpse of your ruse, because Ran had bumped your seats to first class where you praised each other for your acting.

During the trip, you were treated like a queen by Ran. He was always making sure your needs were met and that you were comfortable. He would hold your hand in public, carry your things, and go out of his way to make sure you were comfortable and well-cared for. You liked the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and the way he looked at you with a sparkle in his eye. You were constantly getting compliments on your clothing, accessories, and your perfect “fiance.” You knew it was all just an act, but you couldn't help but enjoy every minute of it. Ran was way too good.

One night, you and Ran spent the evening soaking in the bathtub on your hotel balcony, surrounded by the sounds of the sea and the stars sparkling above you. He uncorked a bottle of the finest champagne, enjoying the bubbly beverage as you talked about your actual lives. You took the opportunity to let loose and talk trash about your co-workers. Ran laughed and poked fun at their annoying habits and quirks as well, bonding over your shared experiences. Ran was a natural storyteller, sharing stories from his past and his dreams for the future.; while You were fascinated by his adventures and insights. In turn, you talked about your own hopes and dreams. Ran listened intently, offering advice and support where needed. The conversation flowed effortlessly, with no awkward silences or forced conversation.

Ran was a true professional, and he played his role as your fiance flawlessly throughout the trip. He remained attentive and gave you affection in front of everyone. You were impressed by his commitment to the bit and his ability to seamlessly slip into character and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him. He made you feel like you were the most important person in the world, and you were touched by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail.

You were seriously moved by Ran's dedication to the role, even as you said goodbye. He had played the part with such natural grace and ease that she had almost forgotten that it was all an act. You were grateful for his commitment to the bit and his attention to detail, and you enjoyed the fact that you had someone during the trip. “Come on, I can’t keep these.” With his gifts in your hands, you insisted. Of course, you could… But you thought it was polite to offer. Ran’s answer intrigued you, though… “Of course you can…” He chuckled and opened the door of your home. “We still have that wedding, right?” He winked and kissed your forehead before seeing his way out.

Shinichiro Sano | 36 | BIKE SHOP OWNER | 6'0 | CHIVALROUS

You had grown tired of your friends' incessant efforts to set you up on blind dates, with stupid college boys to make matters worse. You appreciated their well-meaning efforts, but you simply weren't interested in pursuing romantic relationships. And so you decided to seek the assistance of Shinichiro, hoping that his chivalrous disposition would be enough to convince your friends to lay off.

You decided that for the cover to be believable, you would need to go on a date with Shinichiro before hard-launching him to your friends. You also made sure that he was comfortable with playing the role and that you had a good rapport, but you had no idea what to do for your very real fake date. However, Shinichiro took the matter in his own hands and insisted you did not have to move a single joint.

You and Shinichiro arrived at the cafe of the main deck in Tokyo Tower, which offered breathtaking views of the city's skyline. You were seated at a corner table, giving a clear view of the vast expanse of lights and skyscrapers. It was a dreamy and romantic setting, enhanced by delicate table settings and soft music playing in the background.

Shinichiro treated you to a multi-course meal, where you savored a selection of traditional Japanese food. They were exquisite and perfectly prepared, and you couldn't help but be impressed by Shinichiro's good taste. You talked about everything and anything, from your childhood memories to your ongoing endeavors. Shinichiro was a good listener and made sure to ask thoughtful questions, ensuring that the conversation flowed smoothly. You were honestly impressed by his openness and genuine interest in you, and you found yourself sharing things that she had never shared with anyone else before. The conversation was so engrossing that you lost track of time, and it felt as though you had been talking for hours.

However, the motorcycle race of his little brother's team, "Top of Manji," was an exhilarating experience. You marveled at the skill and precision of the racers as they raced around the track at high speeds. Shinichiro's passion for mechanics was palpable, and he explained the intricacies of the race in detail. You were moved by his enthusiasm and felt grateful to have had the opportunity to share in such a unique experience, and it was genuinely warm to listen to Shinichiro talk about something he really loved.

And so the day arrived and you invited your friends for dinner at a restaurant you and Shinichiro had found, a Japanese izakaya that you thought they would enjoy. You had made a reservation for a medium table in the middle of the restaurant, where you would be surrounded by the lively atmosphere. After greetings and pleasantries, you finally introduced your friends to Shinichiro, revealing that he was your new boyfriend. They were all visibly surprised by the revelation, but Shinichiro turned on his charm, making small talk and engaging in witty banter with your friends. He was so natural at it, making everyone feel comfortable and included. You couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for his presence and for the support he had shown you thus far.

Shinichiro was very affectionate towards you, making sure to pay attention to your needs and feelings. He cut your food, poured your drinks, and wiped the side of your lips. And as the evening wore on and the temperature dropped, he took off his jacket and casually offered it to you. It was relieving to see that your friends were starting to warm up to Shinichiro. They were impressed by his chivalry, intelligence, and sense of humor.

As the evening went on, she and Shinichiro grew more comfortable with each other, exchanging smiles and sharing inside jokes. Although your friends were initially skeptical about Shinichiro at first, however, as they spent more time with him, they began to see what she saw in him. They noticed his chivalrous nature and how he treated you with “love and respect”. They were impressed by his ability to hold a conversation and how engaging he was. They praised you for finding a good boyfriend and expressed their support for your relationship. This made you feel touched and felt grateful for their encouragement.

Shinchiro was an older man, but he carried himself with a youthful energy that was contagious. He had a kind heart and a charismatic smile, making it easy for you to feel at ease with him. He was a gentleman, always using polite language and good manners, but he also had a bit of mischief in him. He loved to make jokes and banter with you, and he always had a twinkle in his eye that made you smile. The dinner was a hit, and you were thrilled to see your friends enjoying themselves so much.

Maybe it was the fact that Shinichiro was older than the guys you previously dated and even older than yourself, but you actually enjoyed the extra attention and care that Shinichiro gave, as compared to your previous dates. You found yourself beginning to fantasize about having a real boyfriend like him, who would pamper and take care of you in the same way. It was a nice feeling to have someone who seemed to genuinely care about you, and you were grateful for the experience of dating him, even if it was just a temporary arrangement. Or will he allow it to remain that way?

Wakasa Imaushi | 36 | GYM OWNER | 5'3 | NONCHALANT

Wakasa Imaushi was the perfect person for your plan to win back your ex. He was charming, confident, and seemed to know how to treat a woman. Your plan was to make your ex jealous by spending time with Wakasa and having you paint a picture of a perfect couple.

He was impressed with your predictions on the whereabouts of your exes, and he was always ready to hop on your antics. Wakasa was a natural at billiards, while you considered yourself to be a bit of a novice. Despite this, he was patient with you and taught you the basics, guiding you through each shot. As you played, you stood closely together, with his hand on your back as he showed you how to grip the cue. As you finished up your game, you noticed your ex watching you from across the room, clearly jealous of the attention Wakasa was giving you. This only seemed to fuel Wakasa's desire to treat you like a princess, and up his game for your next “dates”.

As you waited outside your office building, you spotted Wakasa pulling up on a sports bike. It was obviously a labor of love for him, and it was clearly a statement piece— beautiful paint job, modifications, and powerful engines. He even got you your own helmet, and as you took a seat on the back of the bike, Wakasa revved the engine and took off down the road. You couldn't help but notice the looks of envy and jealousy from your ex-partner. You had always admired his bike, which was pretty decent, but Wakasa's was on another level. It was entirely his idea, knowing that it would take a hit on your ex’s ego. Which was right— he couldn't help but feel jealous of Wakasa and his newfound ability to make you happy and sent you a pretty petty text later on that day.

You eagerly showed Wakasa the text from your ex, and his reaction was everything you had hoped for. His expression turned into a proud smirk, and he leaned in closer to you as he read the text. You felt a sense of joy knowing that she had the upper hand in the situation and that your ex was feeling a sense of jealousy. No one could even see the two of you right now, but you were hanging out together in his gym, seemingly having a blast together. As part of your workout routine, Wakasa finds himself beginning to focus on helping you train, providing guidance and assistance as you lift weights. He was attentive and supportive, helping you with your form and demonstrating proper technique. Wakasa found himself enjoying the process and the feeling of coaching someone. You appreciated his guidance and support, and she felt a sense of satisfaction as you lifted heavier weights than you've ever had before…

“Don't fall in love with me, [ Y / N ]...” He made eye contact with you through the mirror as he held your waist. “Shut up.”

One particular day when you got off early at work, you and Wakasa found yourselves on a night out at his favorite drinking place, sipping drinks and enjoying each other's company. As they sat in the dimly lit bar, their conversation grew more intimate, personal, and playful, laughing and teasing each other. With the alcohol flowing, your inhibitions began to slip away, and before you knew it, you were locked in a deep, passionate kiss while you sat on his lap.

You were both surprised by the spontaneous kiss and felt your heart racing as you and Wakasa shared an intimate moment. “You’re making a mistake.” “Probably.” “Definitely…” You remained close together, not wanting to break apart just yet. The kiss was long and passionate, and it seemed to last forever. As you finally pulled away from each other, you both felt a sense of emptiness, wanting more of each other but unsure of what to do next.

As you woke up in Wakasa's place the next day, the reality of the previous night's events started to sink in. You realized that you had made a mistake in giving in to your urges, but at the same time, you couldn't help but want to continue doing it. You were hesitant at first, unsure of how to approach Wakasa about what happened, but you found herself drawn to him anyway. You knew that your relationship was still temporary and that you couldn't let your feelings get in the way of your agreement. Despite this, you found yourselves wanting to spend more time with him, both in your ruse and outside of it, all while pretending to Wakasa’s face that this still meant nothing.

It is certainly not common for a boyfriend-for-rent to give you a monthsary gift. Such gifts are typically given by a long-term romantic partner, or someone who is seeking a long-term relationship. Since the arrangement with Wakasa is meant to be temporary and was not originally intended to last longer than a few weeks or a months, it would not be expected for him to give you such a present. So you were surprised when Wakasa presented you with a small gift for your one-month anniversary. You were touched by the gesture, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt knowing that you shouldn't be developing feelings for him…

ㅤㅤthank you for renting our boyfriends! did you catch feelings? we don't care! as long as you come back to see them again ;)

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b0nten · 4 months

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GINGERBREAD HOUSES

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ building gingerbread houses with the tr boys!!

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ if you guys want any other character included juat comment and i’ll add them!! happy late christmas <3

ABSOLUTELY DEVOURS : you would have never thought he would take this seriously, but he did. he prepares the frosting, asks you about where you want the candies to be put and what aesthetic you want to go for. he’s THE architect of gingerbread houses and trust, he will make that house the sturdiest one the earth has ever seen. don’t be fooled though, he’s still gonna dip his finger in that frosting and smudge it on your face, but not before he makes you happy by finishing the house.

➷｡ TAKEOMI , RAN, DRAKEN, CHIFUYU, INUPI, MITSUYA, KAKUCHO

tries his… best: he’s still sloppy with it, and the frosting melts until he understands what you want the house to look like, but he tries his best best — runs to put the melting frosting in the fridge in hopes of saving it, tries to be extra careful with his movements — but it all seems in vain. the house looks like an old shed that’s about to fall, but at least he made you laugh.

➷｡ BAJI, RINDOU, KOKO, HAKKAI, MOCHI, SHINICHIRO, ANGRY, IZANA, SANZU, KAZUTORA

doesn’t take it seriously… at all: he’s not being mean on purpose, but he really can’t fathom building that gingerbread house successfully. the gingerbread smells funky, you’ve left him the task of preparing the frosting which in all honesty was the worst idea ever — it’s sloppy, it’s clumpy— and he’s already eaten half of the candies you guys were supposed to use as decor while you’re exasperating on the floor, next to him. but he looks at you, smiling, and you burst out laughing, rolling on the carpet and he joins too and you’re both left a giggling mess.

➷｡ HANMA, MIKEY, WAKASA, SMILEY, SHION

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sunaluv · 5 months

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GIVE ME YOUR LOVIN'

someone's looking at you looking at him

feat: connie & eren, wakasa & shinichiro

CONNIE & EREN

connie watched curiously as you laughed at whatever it was eren said to you. you threw your head back and cackled as your unfiltered laughter was heard over the music. ironically enough, you had that same, unashamed laughter when he fell for you. every time he thinks about how he fell in love with you, he finds himself covering his cheeks like a bashful little school girl.

he can't really blame eren for getting to you first, he had only told sasha, ymir and historia about his little crush on you. and you were so attractive in your own way, it was a matter of time before someone else would make their move on you. ‘yeah,’ he convinces himself, ‘if i had acted first, maybe she would be laughing at my jokes right now.’

connie had been so deep in his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed you approaching the kitchen island he was sat at.

"you alright, con?" he felt a blush coming on at the sound of your voice. "what'cha thinkin' about?"

maybe it was the remnants of alcohol in his system, but he swore you've been looking at him a little differently lately, like there was a hint of lust in your eyes.

he cleared his throat, calming himself down. "nothin' really," he wiped his hands on his jeans. "what've you been up to?"

he listened intently as you told him about the past week, about the pile of assignments you've been neglecting and the girls trip you went on recently (he smiled as you whipped your phone out, swiping through albums and he had to act like he hadn't seen the ones you uploaded on your finsta). he had to hold back the hurt on his face whenever you mentioned eren though.

time seemed to pass whenever he talked with you. he found himself genuinely interested in what you had to say, and became more of a listener than a talker when the two of you conversed.

jean elbowed eren, nodding towards the two of you chatting by the counter. "you ever noticed how con looks at your girl?"

eren looked between jean and the pair of you, shrugging his shoulders. "no? how does he?"

"like he wants her," he laughed at the glare eren shot him. "my sources have told me that he's had a crush on her before you two started talking."

eren was silent, taking a sip of his drink. jean would've probably considered what he meant, but a call of his name from the bros at the beer pong table managed to grab his attention. with a heavy pat on eren's shoulder, he left the said boy alone with this newfound information.

old eren would've pulled the two of you up on it immediately or caused a giant scene which was sure to embarrass the three of you. but since getting to know you, he had become a calmer person, more rational even. instead of storming over to the kitchen, he decided to let you be. he trusted you, and you obviously trusted him as you already told him about you and connie when you started getting serious.

he let connie get a feel of what it was like to be with you, just for tonight. it was as far as he was going to get anyway.

SHINICHIRO & WAKASA

sometimes, when you come into the bike shop with your cheery greeting, wakasa likes to pretend you came for him, despite the fact you greeted everyone.

he likes to daydream about you prancing in your summer dresses which heavily contrasted his oil-stained overalls tied at his waist. he likes to daydream about you scolding him about overworking himself, your pretty, plump lips drawing into a pout complaining about 'how you'll forget about me one day...'

to which he'd respons with 'you know i never would' before hissing that pout away.

yeah... this man was in deep.

instead, he nodded his head at you as he passed, to which you reciprocated with a smile of your own. the faint scent of your perfume hypnotised him, his eyes following your figure as you lovingly embraced your boyfriend, shinichiro, who was tinkering away at his own bike.

the slithers of conversation he could grasp closely resembled the ones he has with you in his daydream, he sometimes gets scared someone can read his thoughts.

with a heavy sigh, he tore his gaze from his leader and his girl, putting the finishing touches on the automobile in front of him.

wakasa didn't imagine this to be the first time he got to really embrace you.

"it'll be okay," he spoke your name tenderly, drawing small circles into your arm. "we'll all look after you for as long as you need, alright? we all know how much shin adored you."

at the mention of his name, your cries grew harsher and louder. you squeezed at his waist harder, burying your face in his chest as if to take out all of your hurt on him.

"what will i do, wakasa?" his heart shattered at the defeated look on your face. "my boyfriend is dead..."

wakasa was stuck. he didn't know how to console you right now, not when he was feeling so guilty for thinking about your flushed body against his whilst you were crying over his late leader.

so he said nothing, letting you fall into him once more. he only hoped takeomi would get to your place soon, anyone other than him would probably be a better support system for you right now.

takeomi arrived shortly after, a fruit basket and other comfort items with him, along with his condolences. you told the boys you were going to lie down, giving wakasa the chance to excuse himself from you.

the two of the stood in your kitchen, speaking in hushed terms.

"you're such an asshole for what you're doing, ya know?"

"i know," wakasa breathed out. "...i know."

"shinichiro died, wakasa."

"i said i know, damn it!" he finally looked up at takeomi, a mix of rage, guilt and disgust swirling in his eyes. his eyes widened as he lowered his volume.

"boss left her in our care," takeomi breathed out. "do you really think it's wise to do what you're doing?"

whether or not it was a rhetorical question, wakasa did not answer. the silence mixed with with the tense mood left the air heavier than usual.

wakasa knew he still held strong feelings for you and it seems others are starting to catch on as well. thus he had to distance himself from you and let you grieve shinichiro properly.

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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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yuuuhiii · 1 month

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hi hi! i saw ur post with “do you think we’re together in every universe?” and i loved it so much. do you think i could request a part 2? with ran, rindou, koko, and south? ofc anyone else you want too or if u don’t want to do all of those characters all good. thanks so much love bug!

in every other universe pt.2

includes: just fluff and crack :P

note: thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy, I decided to add seishu and wakasa!!

𓂃 ran , rindou, south 𝜗𝜚

𓂃kokonoi, seishu, wakasa𝜗𝜚

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stxrmylxve · 10 months

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Wakasa holds no shame, ever. He doesn't care that people are staring as he sucks a hickey into your neck in public, or the fact that the other gang members sheepishly look away as he sits you on his lap during a meeting.

He loves you, and I think everyone knows not to try and take you away from him. That would be bad for them to experience lol

He loves you to death and would send his best men out to hunt down anyone that sent even one lustful glance your way. He has made it very clear, more than once, that you are his now, and his alone! And if you so think about trying to tease him by looking elsewhere, he will breed you until the only name in your vocabulary is his.

(you can also notice this via the hickeys always on your neck.)

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haruchuiyo · 1 year

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I've GOT YOU i have been thinking about this a ton: girl finding out what bf wakasa does (gang stuff) and he has to either come clean, get rid of her, or die on the spot and he has no idea which one to do lmao but he eventually comes clean

Come clean

content: angst + mention of a gün + talks of unaliving + fluff at the end + wakasa loves you a lot.

fem!reader

thank you anon for requesting this, you’re a real one mwah, hope this lived up to what you’ve thought about.

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He hesitates a lot. He even talked to Takeomi and he was no help. “Gaslight her into thinking she’s been dreaming about this stuff. It’s not like dreams come true.” Wakasa had to give him a hit on the head for that remark.

Once on the way to your apartment, he gets a message from you asking if he’s really involved in the criminal world and associates with gangsters. Wakasa could feel his entire body almost melt down as he pulls to the side of the road and his hands is starting to sweat. His heart pounds faster against his ribcage.

He grabs his gun from the car drawer and puts it firmly inside his jeans, just close enough for him to grab it. And he grabs a small box and sees a pill in there. And he takes that as well and puts it in the front pocket of his shirt. Then he started driving towards you after sending a message to you. ‘I’m on the way.’

While there, at the front door of your apartment, in your hallway and he sees you. You’re wearing shorts and his shirt that is a little too big for you. He could almost feel himself go into shock, his hearts beating fast and you see his eyes moving everywhere on you. You take a step towards him but stop when he pulls out his gun and has it by its side.

“Ushi?” You call out his name, softly but there’s a hint of fear in your voice. Wakasa shakes his head as looks at you, he can’t do this to you. No he can’t. “Why do you have a gun?” Why’s your voice so close? He didn’t realize you approached him closer and he feels his gun get pulled. He looks down and sees your hand on his, with the gun in it.

“It’s gang code isn’t it?” You have a sad smile plastered on your lips. He knows you figured it out. He can’t see you like this. Not with a sad smile. He’s supposed to make you happy, just the way you make him happy. He shakes his head again and pulls away the gun from your hold. He sees you gulp down and take a deep breath. “Gang code to kill anyone who finds out your work expertise?” You let out a dry laugh at the end. Work expertise, how ironic.

“Is it gang code, ushi?” You ask again and he hesitates before nodding his head. “Either that or I kill myself.” At that, your breath hitches.

“With this.” And you softly gasp when he pulls out a pill from his pocket in his hand and shows it to you. And Wakasa hates himself. Tears are welling up in your eyes. He can’t do this to you. He can’t put this weapon on your face and pull the trigger or on himself. He hurts you either way, no matter what choice.

“So gang code says either one of us has to die.” You remark, as if you’re trying to take the words in.

“There’s one more.” Wakasa speaks up.

“One more like you have to threaten me with murdering people I love? That’s so gang code, isn’t it?” You’re in shock as you say that with an another dry chuckle. Wakasa almost flinches at that. He can’t bear to listen you laugh like that, it’s not you. It’s not your pretty laugh he loves to hear. A laugh he do anything to hear.

“It is one of them but there’s one more.” He says and you almost groan. “And that is?” You retort back, wanting him to speak up, feeling like he’s dancing around the subject when he is in fact isn’t.

“I come clean.” Is all he says and you actually laugh this time. Genuinely. A real laugh and Wakasa wants to beat himself even more.

“Which one are you choosing then? Well, clearly you’ve chosen the last one. Just asking if you’re gonna do any of the first ones you mentioned as well.” You say while shrugging your shoulders, feeling numb.

“I’m only picking the last one.” He says softly as he meets your eyes and you look at him baffled.

“And I’m supposed to believe that when you have that in your hands?” You ask, baffled while pointing at the weapon in his hand. He looks down and almost dropped it before he places it on the table in the hallway.

“The guns not loaded.” He confesses and your eyes widens at his words. “Even if it was, I wouldn’t be able to do it. If I did, I’d just pull the trigger on myself.” He softly take a step towards you and grasps onto your hands softly. You look down at it, like it’s something unknown.

“The thought of you losing you would kill me.” His voice is shaking and you feel his hand on yours shake as well.

“So you are a criminal? A gangster, specifically.” He nods his head to your question. “Did you come here to kill me?” He shakes his head.

“Did you come here to kill yourself then?” And at that he nods his head. “Partly, but I came here to be honest with you.” He says truthfully and you nod your head in acknowledgment.

“Have you been honest with me about everything else other than your job?” He nods his head and grasps your other hand.

“About everything. This is the only thing I lied to you about and hid from you, but I really do work with motorcycles and cars.” He answers and you nod your head again.

“So you do really love me, huh?” You softly laugh and Wakasa feels his eyes get wet.

“I’ve always loved you, baby. From the moment I saw you, I’ve loved you.” This time he gently holds your face in his hands and he sees you softly lean into his touch. He leans in towards your face and brushes your nose against his.

“You could’ve told me you were a gangster.” You mumble and Wakasa smiles sadly.

“Would you still be with me then if you knew?” He asks and you giggle. “Do you see me running away now?” And at that, Wakasa lets out a soft chuckle.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I really am.” He voices again. He will always apologize to you and make it up to you. Every day of his life.

“I know you are. And don’t you dare take that pill.” You utter sternly and he nods his head as he places his forehead against yours.

“And I love you too, ushi.” You mumble gently, feeling shy for no reason. You feel him trace your cheek with the tip of his nose, to the juncture of your nose and then his lips softly press down on your cheeks, on the corner of your lips before finally pressing down on your lips. He feels you let out a soft gasp into the kiss as you move your hands up his neck to softly grasp your fingers through his hair. He absolutely loves it when you do that.

The kiss is gentle and soft, your lips moves against his in no hurry. Like he won’t leave you or you won’t leave him. His heart pounds against his chest, heart beating for you. You have his entire soul and heart in your hand and his only consists of you.

You break away from the kiss, breathless, as he continues to caress your skin with his gentle kisses. He pressed down against your jaw, to your pulse point continuing to your soft spot behind your ear. You let out a soft content sigh when you feel him kiss you there.

“I love you so much, baby.” He mumbles against your skin as he moves further down to where your neck and shoulder meets. He places one last kiss there before facing you. “I don’t think I will ever get tired of you saying that.” You say in a teasing tone and he chuckles a little.

“And I won’t ever get tired of telling you I love you.” He stated softly but truthfully.

“Next time, tell me everything, okay ushi?” You tell him, sternly as he nods before he places his forehead against yours.

“Everything.” He enunciated before he taking your lips in another kiss.

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should write more for him ugh

if you’ve come this far, a like and a reblog + feedback would be incredibly appreciated <3

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higxchi · 1 year

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BF head-canons!!

genre : head-canons/imagines

summary : random hcs of your favorite TR boys (sfw!!)

include : Shinchiro Sano, Wakasa Imaushi

note : yeah I’ve been gone for some time so my skills have gone downhill but I’m back now to spoil you :3

Shinchiro . S╰(*´︶`*)╯

DEFINITELY MET THRU MUTUAL FRIEND (wakasa)

you were charming, adorable and funny— which he was attracted to

BRO HAS NO SHAME. he deadass stares at you

would purposely sit across from you so he could get a better view.

OKAYY SO ANYWAYS- I feel like he would be abit nervous at first but then once he gets the hang of it, he’s like a whole new person

let’s you come to his workshop to check out his stuff and watch him work

WOULD BE SO PROTECTIVE OF YOU

LIKE- BRO WOULD (try to) FIGHT FOR YOU

this dude won’t let anyone bat an eye or lay a finger on you.

BUT LIKE- he’s so cute jealous,, like (*˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

calls you his baby and princess <33

late night motorcycle rides >>>>

100% makes you sit on his lap while he works

TRIES TO MAKES YOU HOME MADE GIFTS (with the help of his siblings)

dates?? arcade, picnic and karaoke

let’s you come to his gang meetings

OR sometimes you just secretly come to his gang fight to watch him (getting beat up)

LOVES SKIN-SHIP 143%

cuddles, small pecks and hugs!!

Wakasa . I ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

accidentally met???

like- you were just getting groceries and you just bump into this black haired dude (Shinchiro) with his friend (Wakasa).

after that you NEVER left his mind, my dude is determined to FIND you.

ANYWAYS, he won’t show much affection and stuff around other people

BUT WHEN UR ALONE— he would be all romantic and cocky

100% TEASES YOU

he would say a stupidly cute pick up line and your face turns red which then makes him tease you

calls you his princess, doll

when he’s jealous, he will place his hand on your waist or kisses your lips to show that ur his only

dates?? arcade, clubs and romantic dinner

LOVES,, TO BACK HUG U

like his hands around ur waist, putting his chin on your shoulder

he also likes to cuddle you on the couch and just sweet talk with you

buys you perfume and necklaces on your anniversary <333

when someone makes you uncomfortable,, oh ho ho-

bro deadass drop kicks them.

NO MERCY LIKE LITERALLY THE PERSON HAD TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL???

Other than that, he’s so sweet and loves you so so much!!

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sucka4pain · 5 months

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❝𝐼𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑎ℎ?~❞

✰•|sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ!ᴡᴀᴋᴀsᴀ ɪᴍᴀᴜsʜɪ x sᴜɢᴀʀ ʙᴀʙʏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

✰•|ᴛʜɪs ғɪᴄ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: sᴇᴍɪ-ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ sᴇx, ᴄᴀʀ sᴇx, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀss sʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ᴘᴏʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ, ʙᴇʟʟʏ ʙᴜʟɢᴇ, ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙɪɢ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴡᴀᴋᴀsᴀ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴜsᴀɢᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ.

✰•|ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ.

✰•|(ᴀ/ɴ): ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ɴᴀʜ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀɪʀᴘᴏᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ.

✰•|ᴡᴄ:1.0k

“Cmon baby, I know you better than that~.” You could hear the teasing in Wakasa’s voice. He was your sugar daddy, buying you all of the things you desired and wanted without almost wanting nothing in return besides going out with him and always being by him. That’s all the poor man wanted.

Sure he had what seemed like all the money in the world, but the one thing he wanted the most that money couldn’t buy was love.

You know how to give it to him. He was practically twice your age but that didn’t matter to neither of you. Love comes in many different ways, and this is what seemed like one of them.

His tattooed hand trailed against the small of your back as you rode him. Your hips bouncing on his cock like a bunny in heat as his hot breath was against your neck. His cock was huge for being so lanky. It was around 12 inches with a slightly over average girth size and a curve.

The dark peachy colored member had two sensitive veins that trialed up the sides all the way from the base and stopping half way with a red tip that leaked of precome. He had what people would call a happy trial which is just some hair above his private area that fit quite well for him, and his big balls heavily full of seamen that’s ready to get drained.

“Keep goin’ like that and I won’t last long.” His raspy voice spoke with his two toned colored hair strands stuck to his sweaty forehead from the heated moment in his car.

You whimpered feeling the tip of his cock hit all of the right places, hell, it even hit places you never knew existed.

The cold rings on his fingers sending shivers down your spine as one of his hands rested on your hip and the other landing a few slaps on your ass causing you to gasp unexpectedly.

A raspy chuckle escaping his lips as he looked to see a bulge forming on your stomach.

“Look at that~” He whispered as his free hand found its way to your hair pulling it back making you moan at the stinging and forcing you to look down.

“You see how deep I am? Almost like you were made for me.” His droopy lilac eyes stared down at you making you practically feel small against him.

The sweat making the leather seats of his car slippery and the vehicle slightly rocking from the intimate moment happening inside his garage.

You both couldn’t wait until you got inside but it would have been worse since his buddies were waiting inside wondering where he could be.

Constant phone calls and messages blowing up his cell phone that was in his cup holder but he couldn’t care less in that moment. He was giving his baby what wanted.

“You like that, yeah?” He said as he started to thrust up, his hips meeting yours and with the slaps on your ass encouraging you to continue.

His hand reaching for your neck, wrapping his ringed fingers around your throat as his insect finger and thumb pressed on the spots of where your pulse was.

The sick twisted grin on his face as he groaned in pleasure as you pleased him. You couldn’t help but cum on the spot. The sight of his head throat back and his adams apple bobbing up and down, he looked too fucking hot so how could you not cum?

“Cumming already? I didn’t even get to finish. How greedy you are.” He spat as his hips snapped at a rapid pace making your mind go blank and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Fucking slut..gonna cum before me? Let’s see how long you last.” Wakasa rasped as he continued his thrusts making you hold onto the fogged up window, leaving a hand mark.

The sensitivity was hitting you like a bus. It was too much but it felt so good that you couldn’t help but keep moaning. His free hand reaching up to your chest as his fingers rubbed and played with your perky nipples.

Whimpers leaving your lips at the pleasure on your chest and lower area was too good to be true. His inked arms wrapping around your body and his face in your chest. The warm muscle of his tongue lapped up your nipple as his teeth slightly pulled at them. His lips eventually wrapping around them, sucking them til they’re soft and sensitive.

“Shit..m’ gonna cum..” He grunted as he felt his cock twitch inside of you. After a few more thrusts, his balls tightened up and a loud groan escaped his lips as he emptied all he had inside of you, some of it dripping out from the side and forming a white ring around the base of his cock.

The both of you panting as he took your fucked out face in his hands.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asked as his gaze softened. You nodded and his lips kissed every bit of your exposed skin, showering you with affection and warmth.

“I don’t wanna be your sugar daddy anymore.” The words leaving his mouth making your eyes widen before hearing what else he said that made your stomach tingle and feel like it’s full of butterflies.

“I wanna be something more for you. I can provide for you and do anything for you, all I ask in return is you be my husband/wife.”

You felt your stomach get full of warmth at his words. It was such a big offer but you felt like it could go further. Your relationship what just that he gets you things and in return you go on dates with him.

Making it official with the Wakasa White Leopard Imaushi? How could you not accept it? But then again, you could get a lot of looks and people say that he’s too old for you.

Or that you shouldn’t even be associated with someone his age. Love is about being with someone you want for the rest of life not caring about what the person did or who they are.

Such a big offer, what will you say? Do you accept?

-ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: @reiners-milkbiddies, @melou008, @0fftherec0rd, @simpingfor-wakasa, @aaria-malfoy, @peptox, @carpioassists, @clavds, @dior-and-dietcoke.

©𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐚4𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧-- 𝐃𝗼 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝗺 𝗼𝐫 𝐜𝗼𝐩𝐲 𝗺𝐲 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐤-- 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝗼𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐝!!

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notiddygxthgf · 1 year

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8. night together

★ pairings: plug!wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your bf stop you from finding ur hubby)

★ content warning: smut, angst, lotta porn w a lotta plot, car sex, dealer wakasa, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, so much more..., PUSSYDRUNK WAKASA, unprotected sex, slight angst (but it has nothin on what's coming lol).

★ a/n: SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY HEHE!! this chapter was originally one big one, but then I split it into wo, and then I just put it back into one big old chapter bc why not yall deserve it -- HAPPY 4/20!!!!! next chapter prob gonna be coming in the next few days bc its already basically done lol. THANK U ALL 4 UR SUPPORT!!! ITS A LONG ONE, ENJOY <;33 ;) (YOU KNOW THE DRILL. COMMENT UR THOUGHTS/WISHES!!)

★ w.c.; 10.4k

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THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. For the sake of your own emotional well-being, you had sworn off intimacy – not including sex, of course – with Wakasa until further notice. Non-sexual intimacy was dangerous territory for a hopeless romantic, and you knew that. This little hot fling the two of you had would turn serious real quick. The two of you were supposed to be drinking tea together – well, actually, you had sent Waka off to take a shower. Alone. Yet, somewhere along the way, one thing had led to another, and the next thing you knew your clothes had disappeared and the two of you were pressed against one another beneath the hot water. He had been placing a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses on your damp skin, bringing his arms around your bare waist.

So much for the whole no-intimacy thing.

Wakasa kissed your lips. He pulled back, licking his own, then he reached for one of the bottles on the shelf next to the two of you. Double-checking that it was shampoo, he poured some into his palm. He gave it a quick lather before smearing it over your hair. His hands – skilled, strong – worked the shampoo into your scalp, massaging your skin in a way that had your eyes fluttering shut.

He reached behind your ears. “Tilt your head back, baby,” He told you.

For some reason, you obliged, letting him tilt your head back beneath the waterfall. His fingers scrubbed the tender skin of your temple. The warm water washed away the shampoo residue in your hair and on your scalp.

His touch was so gentle, like he was afraid to hurt you.

How did we get here? You wondered.

“The bathroom is gonna be the first door on the right,” you sighed, dropping a stack of neatly folded clothes and towels into his hand. “Holler if you need anything.”

Wakasa pursed his lips. He set the towels down on the table, keeping his eyes trained on you. He made no sudden move to go to the bathroom. Instead, he brushed your hair out of your face with a gentle hand.

“Might I request you join me, princess?” He hummed.

You felt your face burn.

Wakasa kissed your forehead, squeezing the rest of the shampoo out of your hair.

You took the bottle from him, offering, “Can I wash your hair?”

His eyes widened. For a moment, you noted, he looked to have been caught off guard. Still, he reached for the ponytail in his hair and tugged it out, letting his pretty golden locks fall over his face and his broad shoulders. The purple hues patterning his hair darkened beneath the weight of the water almost immediately.

He looked so beautiful like this. His pretty, girlish face was slightly damp, tinted pink as tiny beads of water rolled off of his lashes. As he let his hair get wet, running his hands through it, he looked so serene – then promptly flipped his hair back. This was the first time, you realized, that you had seen his whole face. Better yet, the first time you’d seen his whole body. He was perfect, chiseled like he had been sculpted out of marble. His tattoos glistened beneath the steady stream of water. You watched the droplets roll down between his pecs, down his toned abdomen, and further down unto –

“You just g’nna stare or do you wanna help me?” He asked, snapping you out of your daze. He had this all-knowing, shit-eating grin plastered right over the lower half of his face.

You rolled your eyes, dripping a generous amount of your expensive shampoo into your palm and then promptly slapping it onto his head. His hands slid around your waist, head tilted back while you massaged the shampoo into his hair.

He sighed, letting his eyes close.

You felt your chest warm at the slight movement. He trusts me.

One of the most feared men in the entirety of Tokyo was in the shower with you, breathing slowly like he’d waited his whole life to feel so calm, so intimate. One of the most feared men in Tokyo was letting you put your girly-smelling shampoo in his hair.

He had put his trust in your hands. For a minute, you were scared you would drop it.

You turned the two of you around, bracing your hand on his chest while the water washed the shampoo away. He moved his hands from your waist to scrub the remainder out, strong arms rippling and dripping with water as they reached behind his head.

He was mesmerizing.

Subconsciously, you found yourself wandering closer to him, closer to the valley of flesh left exposed after he threw his head back. Your lips, more specifically, found their way to his neck, licking and sucking the skin. Wakasa’s teeth flashed when your teeth slipped over the mark you were trying to give him, though he didn’t flinch or even open his eyes. When you elected to run your flattened tongue over the junction between his neck and his collarbone, applying some light suction there, he leaned into you. For the first time, you could taste him, down to the slight saltiness of his skin. It was intoxicating.

You wanted more.

“ Mmm,” he hummed. “I’m s’pose to be the one spoilin’ you tonight, doll.”

You pulled your lips from his skin, but you didn’t go very far, keeping your nose pressed to his skin as you inhaled sharply. You could still smell his cologne – albeit very faintly. In a moment, he wouldn’t smell like him . He would smell like you, like your strawberry-scented bath soap.

“Don’t see why we can’t do both,” You murmured into his skin. Reaching behind him, you pawed around until you felt the shower gel bottle brush against your hand. You tugged it off the rack, then moved away from him.

Wakasa watched with soft, downturned eyes as you put some into the palm of your hand. You gave it a quick lather before placing your hands on his shoulders, then you set off on your mission to coat his entire chest in the pink, strawberry-scented foam.

He turned his nose up at the smell.

“You don’t like?” You hummed. Honestly, it didn’t matter what his answer was. This was the only soap you had. You were going to get him nice and clean, even if it meant he smelled like strawberry shortcake afterward.

“Nah, it’s cute,” He replied. Still, he looked away from your focused face. After a brief silence, he offered. “Would you believe me if I told ‘ya no one’s ever done this for me?”

You knitted your brows together. “You’ve never showered with anyone?”

Wakasa chuckled, licking his lips. “‘Course I have,” he said. “You’re just the first one who's ever gotten so close.”

Despite the fact that you were currently feeling him up – washing him, you were washing him – you felt your face begin to get a little hot. “Don’t like people touching you like this?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Too intimate.”

But we’re…

You paused your scrubbing motions. “Do you want me to stop?”

There was a pause, then he explained, “Feels nice when you do it.”

His voice turned you on like crazy. You couldn’t deny that much.

So you continued lathering him up, reaching beneath his arms to spread the soap onto his back, and then back to his torso. Too intimate. He was right. This was way too intimate considering the two of you were currently walking a thin line. A very thin line.

“Kay,” You smiled. You were okay with that.

Whatever the two of you had, you didn’t want it to end.

Raking your nails over his skin gently, you followed the curves of his waist down to his hips. All of a sudden, the air shifted again. That tension from earlier was back.

So, instead of letting it drip on that way, you brought him in for a slow, passionate kiss. He leaned into you immediately, letting you lather more soap over his navel. When your hand brushed past his crotch, small finger catching on the large appendage he had between his legs, his breath caught.

You could have continued on as if nothing happened. You should have. But, for some reason, you couldn’t move your hand on its own. You brought it down over the sensitive skin again.

This time, his hand caught your wrist.

“Baby,” He spoke, voice a little deeper than before, “Don’t start something you won’t finish.”

You froze for a moment. Finally, feeling your heartbeat quicken ever so slightly, you melted into him. “Who said I wouldn’t finish it?”

He smirked at you, taking a moment to drink in your flustered appearance. Still, he let go of your hand, allowing you to continue exploring the lower half of his body at a pace that suited you.

This is okay, you thought to yourself. Then, as you felt something begin to press into your hand, you affirmed yourself once more, This is okay.

His lips moved for yours. You let him slip his venom into your mouth, lord knew you were poisoned long before you stepped into the shower with him. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and breathing in perfect synchrony with the rapid beating of your heart. His hungry lavender hues drank you in.

You had never felt so vulnerable in your entire life. Subconsciously, your arms folded over the front of your bare body, shielding you from his passionate gaze.

“Lemme see, princess,” He pried your hands away. When you let him brace his strong hands on your hips and back you into the corner of the shower, he sought out your lips with newfound passion. Through a mouthful of you, broken into syllables, he mumbled into your lips, “Fuckin’– breathtaking– y’know?”

You found yourself melting into him for the hundredth time.

“Wish I could paint a picture of ‘ya like this,” He breathed, words heavy with lust and… something more, it seemed. He kissed you again. “You don’t know how long I ‘been dreamin of you, sugar.”

Sugar. He was so sweet that you felt tears begin to pool at the corners of your eyes. Quickly, you brought yourself back down to earth. You had already made the mistake of stepping out. You wouldn’t ruin what you had with Wakasa over some ambiguous feelings – no, that would mean it was all for nothing.

One day, just as all good things did, your time with him would come to an end. You knew it. Flings like these rarely lasted. You knew that was most likely for the best; maybe, by some random stretch of luck, Wakasa would vanish from your life altogether, leaving it the way it had been before you had met him. Maybe, just maybe, things could go back to the way they were.

But you knew deep down that wasn’t what you wanted. You knew deep down that there would be a 5’2 gap in your heart when Wakasa decided he was done having his fun with you. He would pick up and leave one day, just as you knew he had done for so many others before you, and he would leave you with little more than the fleeting memory of his touch on your skin. Perhaps months, years, decades afterwards, you would look at your skin and – just as you did now – see his lips pressing little memoirs of his passion into your skin. Perhaps you would feel his kisses on your lips, his devilish tongue pouring empty promises and words of endearment into your parched mouth; the way his lips would curl into a smile because he knew his words made you weak.

He made you weak in the best way imaginable.

It was then that you realized that you didn’t want him to leave; not a week, month, or year from now. Even if it was all fake, you wanted to stay – wanted to stay here with him in this pretty little illusion the two of you had created together a little longer.

You opened your mouth, and the words almost left your mouth like some desperate, bubbling plea.

‘Stay with me’

The realization struck you with the force of a trainwreck; you were falling for him.

Wakasa hooked his finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking him. You hadn’t even realized you had looked away.

“You’re so beautiful,” He smiled weakly, like the sight of you had taken his breath away. “You make it so hard to leave.”

You ached for him. “Stay the night,” you breathed.

Wakasa captured you in another dizzying kiss. It was slower this time, passionate, intimate. It had you reeling for more. You wanted all of him tonight – for all you knew, tomorrow would come and he would leave you. He would leave you to be conflicted by your lonesome, and all of this would be a foggy memory.

You wanted to paint an image of him so vivid in your memory that you would never forget it – that you would never forget about this night, about how he looked, felt… tasted.

So, without another word, you dropped to your knees. Splaying your hands out over his thighs, you craned your neck up to look at him. He peered down at you with the element of surprise playing at his features.

You wrapped your hand around his semi-hard shaft. “Wanna taste you,” You licked your lips. “Can I?”

Wakasa mirrored your action, flitting his tongue over his pink lips while he slicked some more of his violet tresses back – revealing more of that beautiful face you wished you could call your own. “Go ‘head, pretty baby,” he purred, petting his hand over your hair to brush it away from your face. “‘M all yours.”

His words – however fictitious they may have been – made your heart squeeze.

You pressed a kiss to his tip, gauging his reaction. When you saw him lazily smiling down, you took him into your mouth without any further warning.

He exhaled sharply, leaning over you to brace a hand on the shower wall. Th e muscles in his arm tensed as he tried to gain stable footing. Hungrily, you raked your eyes up his navel, the roses and ink tatted on his toned chest, his broad shoulders – you wondered if he knew you burned for him.

Sucking him back into your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks. You worked up quite a bit of spit near the back of your throat, pulling off to spit on him before practically swallowing him back up.

Wakasa sighed. He brought his spare hand town to caress the side of your face, to make you look at him while your lips were stretched around his length. He throbbed in your mouth, growing bigger as you felt him get harder.

“Fuck,” He breathed. “Y’look good with my dick in your mouth, baby.”

You felt that way. When his hand slipped behind his head to guide your head gently, bobbing you back and forth on his dick. You were struggling to fit the whole thing in your mouth, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you were determined. His shudders and sighs spurred you onward.

If this was going to be the last night you ever spent with him, you wanted to make it memorable.

“Takin’ it so well,” He purred, guiding your head while simultaneously allowing you to set your own pace.

You felt that fire in your core reignite, making you press your legs together while you pulled back for a moment to slurp on the tip rather unceremoniously, spit dripping down his dick. You tilted your head to the side, wrapping your hands around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth to work the rest of him. Your tongue swirled around his dick.

As you braced your hands on his hips to sink your head the rest of the way down, you met some resistance, eyes watering as you felt yourself gag on him. He pulled you back a bit. You swatted his hand away, pushing him back into your mouth with determination.

Above you, the muscles in Wakasa’s arm tensed. With a blissful sigh, he leaned his head back. The water ran over his hair and down his face, sticking his lashes together in bunches. He was so fucking pretty, it made your heart skip a beat.

His chest rose and fell steadily, water droplets streaming down his body. It made for the perfect lubricant. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, which parted soon after to release a trembling sigh of your name.

Then his hand fisted itself in your hair, and you felt yourself mewl. Just when you went back for more of him, he tugged you off. His dick sprang free with an uncharacteristically funny pop. A glance to your left made you realize that the clear glass of the shower door had fogged up.

You knitted your brows, peering up at Wakasa through lust-ridden eyes. “W’happened?” You asked, still a little breathless. “Was it bad?”

“No, shit, you were doing great,” Wakasa shook his head. Judging by the way his thigh trembled beneath your grasp, he wasn’t lying to save your ego. He reached for your shoulders, tugging you up onto your feet. He pressed you further into the wall. He sealed his lips together with yours, bringing his hands around the small of your back. “Wanna feel you,” He sighed into your mouth. “Made me miss your pretty pussy.”

You chuckled, though you felt the river between your legs trickle down your thigh at his words. You wouldn’t have been surprised if Wakasa revealed that he was some sort of incubus all along. “You just had it an hour ago, baby.”

Baby. You froze. The nickname had slipped out.

He knew it. With a small grin resting on his lips, he pressed your noses together. “I know,” he panted. “Think ‘m addicted.”

“Yeah?” You played dumb. Easing into his touch, you allowed his hand to slip between your bodies. “How’d that happen?”

“Been cravin ‘ya like an addict since I first met ‘ya. Got me actin’ a fool, ‘s like an itch,” He hummed. His fingers squished the chub of your stomach, and then traveled down further – towards that ache between your legs. He kissed you again, for the hundredth time. “Only ‘that pussy can scratch.”

You let him bury his face in your neck, placing hot kisses on your sensitive flesh. Tangling your fingers in his bi-colored locks, you sighed. “What a shame. How should we go about resolving this problem?”

And then, as he roughly gripped your hips and then promptly turned you around – pressing your face into the wet wall – you gasped.

“Depends,” He continued, like nothing had changed. His voice was deep, vibrating between your own ribs. Slowly, carefully, he pressed into your backside – a reminder of his desires sitting hard and warm against the meat of your ass. “You g’nna deny a poor addict his fix?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” You arched into him. With a smile, you continued playing along with him. “Someone’s got’ta satisfy those cravings.”

He nudged your legs open with his foot. You let him.

“You’re playin’ with fire, baby,” He purred, words playing at the soft spot you had for him. “You wouldn’t mind me keepin ‘ya up all night, would ‘ya?”

All night . You would handle everything that came with being his, even if that meant losing some sleep in the process. Well, that, and your ability to walk.

“Bring it on,” was your answer. “I can take it.”

“Yeah? Think you can handle me, pretty girl?” His hand reached around your torso to cup your breasts, shielding your sensitive nipples from the ice cold wall of the shower. The comfort was only brief, however, as he began kneading the flesh with his strong, warm hands. “Now’s the time for any objections.”

It was hard to focus on him when his tip had already coaxed itself in between your folds. You shuddered, pressing back into him.

Turning your head around, you brought your foreheads together. The way his lips gravitated towards you was remarkable. You locked lips again, wordlessly sealing your fate – parting only to mutter your final request. “Pull out, okay?”

He groaned at your words, pulling you back until your ass was flush with his hips. His grip, unrelenting, would surely leave bruises tomorrow. You didn’t care.

“Tap me if it hurts, princess,” He crooned, warm breath sending chills down your bare spine. Then, without so much as a warning, he lined his tip up with your aching hole and pressed his hips forward. Despite the burning stretch, it felt so good to be filled by him. It was as if your body had been made for it.

★

“ Waka , please, I– ” You pleaded with the man. Your hand had found its way down to his head, gripping his damp, disheveled locks like your life depended on it. In a matter of seconds, he had single-handedly reduced you to a babbling mess. “ Mnnnh -”

He groaned into your flesh. With your thighs pressed against both sides of his head, he made for a pretty sight. His hair was tied into a bun, though you had ruined most of it with your ruthless rutting. He did nothing to stop you as you clamped your legs over his ears, shamelessly riding his face.

Prying your legs away from his face, Wakasa gasped for air. His face was flushed a pretty shade of red. His eyes were wild, lustful as your juices dripped off the sides of his face. “Taste better than I dreamed of,” he panted.

You lifted your hips away from his face in an attempt to make it easier for him to breathe. Your efforts were in vain. He gripped your hips harshly, seating you on his face and then continuing to eat you up like a man starved.

You found it difficult to pry your eyes away from him. He looked so happy to be trapped between your thighs like this, like he had been waiting ages for it. The way he sucked and slurped expertly at your dripping cunt had your legs trembling around him.

“Sit,” he mumbled through a mouthful of your clit.

“Don’t wann’... ngh,” You leaned forward, bracing your hands over the bed frame while he dragged your hips back and forth, back and forth over his face until the friction was almost too much to bear. He had been eating you out for the last two hours straight, stopping only very briefly between orgasms. “G’nna crush you.”

“Sit,” he affirmed. You were in no state to disobey. “Ride my face.”

You reached one hand down again and tugged on his hair. To your shock, he liked it. You felt the vibration of his deep, guttural groan against the mess he had made between your legs.

“Ka… Kasa , please–” You managed to get out through a string of broken moans.

He moaned, pushing your hips up against his nose. He never stopped his incessant licking and sucking, tongue working you up to what would be your fourth orgasm of the night. Your pussy was sensitive, so sensitive, yet he wasn’t going any easier on you. At this rate, you were convinced you would have to beg for mercy.

“Can’t…” You panted. You weren’t sure you could finish another time. You were sore and tired, and you were beyond overstimulated.

“C’mon, princess,” he paused his desperate licking to beg. “Just one more.”

You licked your lips, feeling tears begin to well at the corners of your eyes again. It was all so much… too much. “I can’t,” you gasped.

“You can do it, baby,” He purred. Sucking harshly on your clit – and then making up for it with a few gentle licks – he added. “Jus’ one more for me, ‘kay?”

On cue, he slid his hands up to your waist, flipping the two of you over until it was him pinning you down at the foot of your bed. The towel he had laid out beneath the two of you was drenched. You weren’t sure if you could take any more.

“Waka, I don’t–” You began, abruptly cutting your own sentence off with a gasp as he took two digits and plunged them into your hole. “ Fuck .”

Wakasa’s long fingers immediately found your sweet spot, rubbing a slow, steady circle to ease you into the sudden intrusion before he began curling them upward. You saw stars.

You raised your head off the bed, trying to rest your weight on your trembling elbows so you could get a good look at him. You would never forget the sight of him on his knees like that, hungry eyes devouring your sweaty body while he worked you open like some sort of expert. His lips were red, shaped in an ‘o’ as he struggled to catch his breath. His hair – despite having been ruined by your legs – framed his pretty face the same way it usually did. His face was dusted with a gentle, rosy hue again.

You were embarrassed, oddly enough, and dropped your head down to cover your face with your hands. He couldn’t be real. There was no way this was real. It was too good to be true. “‘ Kasa, ple-ease ,” you stammered. It was getting hard to form coherent sentences when he was in your guts like this.

He curved his fingers up into your cunt, marveling at the way you gripped him.

Somehow, despite the odds, the coil in your gut was drawing tighter and tighter. He was reaching deep inside of you and undoing you from the inside out like the lace strands of a tightly wound corset. You wanted more. No, fuck, you needed more. But in all honesty, you weren’t sure you could take any more. The brutal pace of his long, dextrous fingers was making your mind go blissfully blank, slurred words and broken moans pouring out of your mouth a mile a minute as you struggled to hold on.

Then, something happened. He curved his fingers up sharply at just the right angle, thrusting his hand up and down, and – before you knew what was happening, you felt yourself squirting all over his arm.

“‘ Kasa -aah– ,” You whimpered as if that name were the only thing anchoring you down to the present. You chanted it like it was a mantra. Ignoring your cries, he moaned at the display, giving you only a few seconds to recover before he was doing the same thing again. “‘Kasa, ‘Kasa, ‘Kasa – fuck !”

“I know, baby, I know,” He reassured you. He began kissing his way back down your thighs. Somehow, his hand found yours, a firm grasp comforting you while tears poured from your eyes. “Y’er doin’ so good. Think ‘ya can do one more for me?”

Him. Do it for him.

It felt so fucking good – but it was so much. You didn’t know how to vocalize your feelings.

He reached over you, onto the nightstand, and then produced your phone. “Gonna give you something to watch when I go home,” He mumbled.

You saw the flash go on, and then he continued fingerfucking you.

“Say hi to the camera, baby,” He crooned. Pressing a kiss to the outside of your thigh, he added, “Taking it so well.”

You hid your face. “Waka,” You whined.

He tilted his head, grinning at you.

In a brief moment’s width, his lips joined his fingers, tongue licking quick stripes over your abused clit while he pressed on that spot that made your vision go white.

“ Waka, wait,” You gasped. “Feel like ‘m g’nna pee.”

“Just relax, baby,” he mumbled into your dripping wet cunt. His lips departed from your flesh briefly, but only to roughly scoot your ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding your concerns, he quickened the pace of his fingers. His hair was tangled in your fist while the rest hung in strings over his face – for a moment, you didn’t even care that he was recording anymore. “‘M g’nna take care of ‘ya,” He groaned, the sound muffled by your trembling thighs. “G’nna make you feel real good, promise.”

“ Mmmfuck – wait,” You gasped. Your body, however, gave a different signal. You yanked his hair and then trapped his head between your thighs with your legs. The moans – increasing in pitch – were falling out of your mouth uncontrollably now. He had taken you to the point of no return, to the point where broken pleas of his name were the only thing coming from your lips. Your legs spasmed once more before you gushed all over his wrist again, spraying him in the face this time. He eagerly licked you up. Thankfully, he had moved your phone out of the way just in time. “‘ Ka-sa! ”

“Want ‘ya to see how perfect you look with my fingers in ‘ya,” Wakasa moaned against your clit, but the sound seemed to be swallowed down every time he sucked on the sensitive bud. “Keep goin’-- doin’ so good.”

The flash disappeared behind your thighs.

He gasped as you tugged harder at his tresses in response. You could feel your guts clenching around his finger like you were trying to push him out. The sheer power this man had over you was near absurd. In a span of six hours, he had gotten you to completely abandon your morals. Not only that, but he had you rocking your hips back on his fingers like a desperate whore, chasing that sweet sweet release you so desperately craved.

“M’gh… fuck–” You pleaded, sentences reduced to mere gibberish. “‘Kasa, baby...”

He pulled away from your pussy, letting his fingers work you open, pressing deep into your g-spot. “I got you, baby,” He panted, peering up at you with such feverish hunger that it made you squirm. “Feel good?”

Desperately, you stumbled to find the right words. What came out, whatever, was a broken cry of “Mhm”.

“Why don’t you tell the camera who’s makin’ you feel good, hm?” He hummed, continuing to abuse your hole with unwarranted strength.

“ Wakasa ,” It slipped out. Truly, you had never intended to let it slip. Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of your core, your lips spilled praise of his name. “‘Kasa, m’gn’na cum, fuck . ”

“Good kitty,” His smirk grew in size. He licked some of you off of his lips, and then hummed, “Cum for me.”

Instantaneously, somehow, his fingers pressed the right spot – just the right amount of pressure – then it snapped. The coil of your release snapped with all of the power of a freight train, your orgasm slamming into you in a way that had your back arching up off of the bed. Your hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while feeling every last stroke of his long fingers against your walls. You could feel the shock tear through you in waves, tearing trembling gasps from your lungs while you expelled your juices all over his hand and the bed. “‘ Kasa,” you gasped again once the pleasure had cleared long enough for you to think. Not Takeomi, Wakasa.

It felt so good to breathe his name, to claim him – even if he wasn’t necessarily yours.

“Fuck, ” You mewled. Finally, you laid your head back. You felt fucking ruined . The drag of each of his knuckles against your hypersensitive walls as he fucked you – albeit much gentler than before, as if easing you down from your high – through the aftershocks of your orgasm was making you shake even harder.

The flash turned off. He set your phone somewhere off to the side.

He slid his fingers out of you slowly, savoring the way you clenched around them one last time before pulling out. He sucked the slick of your arousal off of his fingers.

“You’re a movie star, baby,” He teased, fixing the shorts you had lent him – Takeomi’s shorts, ironically enough – before collapsing next to you on the bed. The two of you panted, desperate to catch your breath. You were too weak to say anything as he turned your head to the side, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. You could still taste yourself on his tongue – tangy, warm. “Did so good.”

You whimpered weakly in response. Wakasa chuckled, throwing his arm over your shaking form.

“You okay, pretty girl?” He hummed, tucking your hair away behind your ear.

You were still too weak to respond, letting your trembling legs to the talking.

“Gimme a sec,” he pushed himself off of the bed, sliding off the side and disappearing behind your bedroom door. The world seemed to spin in his absence, chest heaving slowly while you came down to earth. Everything was buzzing.

When Wakasa returned, he had a glass of water in his hand. He knelt beside you on the bed, picking your spent body up and then offering the cup to you. “Here, drink up,” he said. “Don’t pass out on me.”

You let him tilt the water into your mouth, dry lips lapping at the cold beverage like you hadn’t drank in days. You sighed. Fuck, that was refreshing.

He moved you back to the front of the bed, laying you down on the pillows while he tugged the towel out from beneath you. You were half expecting him to leave. He didn’t. Instead, he held you close to him, pulling the sheets over your body. His lips pressed kisses all over your forehead.

It was… almost too intimate. Takeomi had never done anything like this for you before. The feeling had your face burning up. There were so many thoughts swimming around in your head now that you felt almost overwhelmed by your own emotions.

“‘Kasa…” You finally said.

“Hm?” He hummed. He was so warm. The bed was barely big enough for the two of you.

“I can’t feel my legs,” You noted. “I can’t make it up to you.”

He shook his head. “Jus’ relax, doll.”

“You sure?” You asked again. “I don’t wanna give you blue balls.”

“I’ll be fine, princess,” He replied.

You whined, poking him in the side. “Stop. I wanna make it up to you.”

“Yeah?” He hummed. He paused briefly while his eyes scanned the room, and then he turned back to you. “Y’know what would really make my night, doll?”

“Wha…?” You trailed off, voice teetering on the verge of a whisper.

“You got any of that Wedding Cake left over?” He asked. “I’ve been moving into a new penthouse. Lost my stash in transit.”

You felt yourself begin to smile. A smoke did sound nice right about now. “Yeah, you’re gonna have to spark though,” You sighed, nestling into his side. “Got a pipe and a grinder in the nightstand.”

Wakasa laughed. You rested your head on his bare chest, relishing in the way it felt. For a moment, you could pretend his heart was beating for you. “That beat, huh?”

You nodded wordlessly. It was cold for a moment when he left your side, but it wasn’t long at all before he returned, this time with your glass pipe and grinder in hand. “‘There a lighter in there?” He asked.

“Mhm,” You giggled. You could stay here for hours with him sitting next to you on the bed, your head resting in his lap. Days, even. If only reality permitted such luxuries.

You tilted your head upward, watching him hold your pipe between two fingers while he popped open the grinder and placed a nug between the prongs. He ground it up, and then lightly tapped the side of the metal container. You watched carefully as he pinched some weed between his fingers and patted it down into the bowl. He repeated this process one more time until the bowl was full.

“You’re gonna have to sit up,” he chuckled, tapping the side of the red pipe. The glass curvatures sparkled beneath the dim lamp on your nightstand.

You followed his command – very weakly. He held the opening of the pipe up to your lips, instructing you to pinch the hole closed. He flicked the lighter once, twice, and then there was that familiar, faint sizzling sound as the flame finally took to the pipe.

You sucked in, breathing the smoke in and then holding it there before exhaling. Immediately, you felt calm.

“Mmm,” you hummed. You took one more hit before snuggling into his side. To your surprise, he let you. One of the most dangerous men in Japan was letting you cuddle up next to him.

His lips formed a seal over the end of the pipe, lifting his arm up to light the bowl. When it began to sizzle, he let out a few small puffs, then took one big hit. You watched him eagerly as he rested his head against your headboard, exhaling the smoke up and away from the two of you like a chimney.

His features relaxed a bit. Then he smiled and looked at you, and you felt yourself freeze up. He was so perfect, so beautiful, you wished you could remember this moment forever.

Somewhere along the way, your thumb had begun to trace the intricate linework on his tatted chest.

He sparked up for you again, letting you suck two more hits out of the pipe before fanning some of the smoke away. The exchange continued for five or ten more minutes.

“I’m supposed to see Takeomi tomorrow,” You sighed, but you never once shifted away from him.

Wakasa chuckled. “Don’t remind me about your boyfriend.”

Your hand traveled down, over his abs. You let your finger trace the lines there – he had a six-pack.

“Do you have any tattoos other than the roses?” You asked him. You realized you had never really seen his back before.

Wakasa nodded. He pointed to his left arm, the one you weren’t leaning on, and tilted it towards you. “Got a dragon here,” He traced a finger over the ink – the face of a traditional dragon grinning back at you from his arm. “And I got a leopard on my back. Wanna see?”

You nodded, releasing his arm from your grasp. He leaned to the side, revealing his toned back, and – sure enough – there was ink. Colored ink. A white leopard stood immortalized on his back, standing on a bed of roses. The sheer detail of his backpiece had your mouth agape.

Seemingly moving on its own, your hand splayed itself over the leopard on his back. When he didn’t move away from you, you continued tracing it. “Did it hurt?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Nah. Burned, though.”

“Do they have a meaning?” You asked, referring to all of his tattoos, even though you couldn’t bring your hand away from his chiseled back.

“The dragon means I’m loyal to the Black Dragons. Got roses ‘cus I’m’ma rose kinda’ guy,” He hummed. Turning his head to the side, he undid his bun. His smooth blond locks cascaded over his back. He gathered his hair to the side, draping it over one shoulder so you could continue looking at the ink on his back. “Got that one so people know who they’re talkin’ to.”

The leopard glared back at you. You paused your gentle tracing motion. “The White Leopard,” you breathed.

“Smart girl,” He chuckled, sitting back against the headboard. You watched him smoke again, exhaling through his nose this time.

He offered the pipe to you.

This whole exchange was so intimate. You had never – not in the entirety of your relationship with Takeomi – been in a situation anything like this before. The way he draped an arm over you to pull you closer to him, the way he let you wash his hair in the shower, the sny comments here and there. This all seemed too intimate.

It begged the question: was this really just a hookup?

“Waka,” You felt yourself begin to ask before you understood what you were saying. It could have been the weed. You felt like your mouth had a mind of its own. Although, it could have been that your mind was too foggy for you to think anything of it. Your lips parted to utter the forbidden question. “What is this?”

He knitted his brows. “What do you mean, doll?”

“ This ,” You gestured to the lack of space between the two of you. “What are we?”

He pressed the pipe to your lips, torching the bowl. You took a deep breath and then breathed out more smoke. It was hard to focus with his hands so close to your face. His hands that still smelled a bit like you.

“‘Dunno,” He answered honestly. “Wha’d’ya want it to be?”

What did you want this to be? You didn’t know. Part of you wanted him to leave. Part of you wanted him to stay. Part of you wanted to be his, even if you tried to suppress those urges.

“I don’t know,” Was your honest response. Really, you didn’t. “I don’t know what I want.”

“You don’t have to,” He noted. His eyes met yours. “We can fool around as long as you like. Jus’ casual fun, long as Take don’t find out.”

Casual fun. You were reminded, once again, that you were merely a placeholder. Wakasa was probably seeing other women.

You swallowed. “‘Kasa…”

“Yeah?” He hummed.

The words left your mouth on their own.

“I think ‘m falling for you.”

The room got so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You felt your own heart sink in tandem. The energy in the room shifted, it was tense, and you knew you had said the wrong thing.

“That could be a problem,” He noted.

Your stomach churned at his words. Shit. Shit.

“I don’t care,” You replied. “I just want to know how you feel – where we stand.”

Wakasa helped himself to another much-needed hit. His eyes flitted upward, towards the ceiling as he held his breath. “The real question, doll, is where you stand,” he remarked, letting the smoke pour from his mouth. “For the sake of your relationship, I don’t think ‘ya want to know how I feel ‘bout you.”

You furrowed your brows. “I do want to know.”

“Don’t matter, princess. At the end of the day, you got a boyfriend,” He said. He took one more hit, and then added, “The moment feelings get involved, shit gets messy.”

He was right. You knew he was right, and yet you couldn’t help but feel your heart squeeze almost painfully at the realization.

You figured you would try one more time, even if it meant embarrassing yourself. “If Takeomi weren’t in the picture…” You trailed off. “Would it be different?”

“Honestly, yeah. ‘M not a fan of being the side guy, especially not to Takeomi,” he said. Then, he turned to look at you. “But I do it for you.”

That comment made your head perk up, gazing back into his violet hues with wide eyes. “Why?”

“Dunno,” He sighed. His exterior dropped and, for a moment, you could see the truth in his eyes. He couldn’t tear them away from you. It was as if he was hooked on you too. “It’s stupid. I gotta be stupid… but ‘s like you’re my weakness. Can’t stay away from you.”

“This… this isn’t just casual sex, is it?” You swallowed, choosing to restate the obvious. “Do you feel it too?”

Wakasa averted his eyes, setting the pipe on the nightstand and laying his head on the pillow. “Yeah,” he finally said. “But what does it matter?”

You nestled next to him, pulling the blanket over the both of you. Wakasa, to your surprise, leaned into your touch. He seemed so vulnerable in the moment, like you made him weak. As weak as he made you. In the moment, he appeared to be the truest version of himself – a man with emotions who had dug himself a hole perhaps a little too deep.

“Casual sex is all I ‘ever known,” He added. “But you feel like home. ‘Never felt that before.”

You drew your body closer to him. It felt nice, to be so close.

“I know that makes me a moron,” He said. His eyes were trained very closely on the ceiling. “But you haven’t left my mind since the moment I first laid eyes on ‘ya. I thought it was g’nna be quick, y’know? The typical cliche of the unhappy girlfriend gettin’ her pleasure from someone else,” Here he paused, turning back to you. “I can handle that. Jus’ wasn’t expecting this.”

The tears returned to the corners of your eyes, beginning to pool as you struggled to hold your breath. You felt like one moment, one slight movement was all it took to break the bond the two of you shared. If that were the case, you would stay by his side as long as you could.

“I know he treats you like shit. I ‘seen the way he talks to you, and, just–” He trailed off. The way his hair fell into his face as he snuggled his head into the pillow was almost hypnotic. “I could treat you better. So much better, ‘know I could. I’ve never felt that for anyone before.”

He breathed in slow and then exhaled.

He could very well have been lying. Chances are, he’d probably said something similar to the last girl. And the one before that. And the one before that. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. However superficial, you drank up his words like you were thirsty and his lips were a fountain. You hadn’t even realized you were tearing up until you felt a teardrop roll down your cheek.

Why did life have to be so unfair?

Amidst the tranquil beauty of a dimly lit bedroom, the two of you laid side by side, locked in a silent embrace. You were undeniably confused, torn between your six-year relationship with a powerful kingpin and your undeniable affection for your forbidden lover.

Wakasa was enigmatic and alluring, with a mysterious air that drew you towards him like a moth to a flame. He was everything Takeomi wasn't – spontaneous, daring, and adventurous. You were captivated by his charisma and found yourself falling deeper into his spell.

Wakasa’s dark eyes gazed into yours, filled with longing. “I wanna make you mine,” he murmured. “So bad. Can’t help myself when ‘m with you.”

Your heart clenched. You knew you were betraying your boyfriend, but your feelings for Wakasa were too strong to ignore. "I want to be yours," she confessed, her voice wavering. “But ‘m scared.”

Wakasa’s thumb caressed your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, feeling torn between two worlds. "I know," he said softly. "It would be unfair for me to take this any further than we are right now. Don’t wanna do that to ‘ya.”

You closed your eyes, feeling torn and conflicted. You never imagined yourself being stuck in this situation, torn between two men, unsure of what to do. Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and your heart was in turmoil.

Wakasa peered into your eyes, his gaze heavy with conflicting emotions. "I don’t wanna be the reason for your pain, but I jus’ can’t bring myself to leave you alone," he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "I wanna be with ‘ya more than anything in the world, but it’s not that simple.”

You nodded, tears, building up in your eyes. You knew he was right, but the thought of remaining casual with him when you had all of these feelings swelling in your chest was unbearable. At the same time, however, you couldn’t imagine giving up what the two of you had. “I know,” you said, your voice choked with emotion. “But I don’t know if I can keep my emotions out of what we have… You’ve been so good to me, and I just…”

Wakasa cupped your face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. “I wish I could run away with ‘ya, doll, but we gotta be realistic,” he said, his voice filled with longing. “There can’t be a happy ending for us. You know that, don’t ‘ya?”

Your heart clenched as you thought about the repercussions of your forbidden affair. You knew very well that Takeomi could easily send his men after your head. You would spend the rest of your life running. You weren’t sure you could handle that. "You're right," you said softly. "We can't continue like this."

Yet, still, as the of you sat there side by side – with the tension so thick you could have cut through it with a knife – you couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t really want to give you up. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you turned to look at Wakasa, the desire and longing in your gaze mirroring his own.

Wordlessly, Wakasa closed the difference between the two of you, his hand tilting your chin up so your faces were aligned. Your lips met in the middle in a searing kiss, filled with all the passion and intensity that had been building between the two of you for so long. You couldn’t resist.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, letting him pull you over his body and into his lap. You paused briefly before deepening the kiss, your lips moving hungrily against one another as if this were the last. Time seemed to stand still. Slowly, you felt yourself get lost in his lips.

Your bodies pressed up against one another, the heat and urgency of your longing evident in every delicate touch. You could feel the gentle ripple of his muscular torso beneath you as he breathed through the kiss. You knew you shouldn’t be indulging in him so shamelessly, not after the conversation the two of you had just had, but you couldn’t help it.

As he finally pulled away, breathing ragged, you looked into his eyes, chest heaving with emotion. “You’re making this harder,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Quit playing with my emotions.”

The intimacy beneath his touch was going to send you head over heels into a whirlwind romance. You didn’t need that. He didn’t need that.

Wakasa chuckled, though it didn’t quite reach his face. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and resignation, raked themselves over your half-naked body. “Sorry, doll,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Can’t help myself. Needed one more before I could go back to playin’ pretend.”

You took a deep breath, trying to halt your tears. “I know it’ll only complicate things further,” You said rather passionately. “But I don’t want to stop doing this with you. I don’t care if we have to sneak around.”

Wakasa smiled almost sadly. He looked as if his heart was aching. “Me neither,” he murmured, voice gentle. “We can keep seeing each other. Jus’ leave our personal feelings out of it, yeah?”

You nodded. You understood what he meant, even though it hurt. You couldn’t afford to let your emotions take control and jeopardize everything you had. You had to be careful and keep your feelings in check. One misstep could ruin this entire arrangement for both of you.

You sighed. “I don’t want him goin’ after us.”

Wakasa’s hand found its way over to yours. “I’ll keep ‘ya safe. Promise,” he said.

You didn’t care if it was an illusion. He looked so ethereal beneath you, hair splayed out on the pillow around his face like a halo. He was so vulnerable, so perfect. Wakasa’s eyes were filled with a mixture of longing and determination. “And if ‘ya change ‘yer mind about being with him,” he said huskily, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek one more time. “I’m a call away.”

You felt your resolve crumble as you crashed your lips down on his, mouths melding together for what must have been the hundredth time that night. You moaned softly, moving your hands from his waist to the pillow beneath his head as you felt him brace his hands on your hips.

You drew a hand back to slip between your heated bodies, dragging down the tatted flesh of his chest with a new purpose. When you felt him harden beneath you, you began to rock your hips back and forth.

“Mmh,” he hummed happily, letting you explore his body. “How do you feel about another round, princess?”

“Very strongly, actually,” You teased, already reaching for the drawstrings on his shorts – Takeomi’s shorts, actually. Wakasa laid back, letting you free his growing erection from the constraints of his clothes.

You spat into the palm of your hand, wrapping it around the head of his dick and then working the spit over the shaft – getting him nice and wet for you. Not like he hadn’t already been dripping from eating your pussy for two hours straight.

“G’nna ride me, pretty girl?” He asked, sliding his hands up your waist while he watched you hover over him. This was moving quickly. Not like you had any objections to that, of course. Clearly, he didn’t either.

You didn’t grace him with a response, instead positioning the tip in line with your dripping hole and then sinking down on him. After the third time that night, there was hardly any stretch. He had worked you open real good.

He gasped, letting his eyes fall shut. You lifted your hips and then sank down on him again. You were still wet from the last two hours of your night with Wakasa, yet the filthy squelching sound your cunt made as it squeezed around him caught even you off guard.

“Think your man knows’is girl is bouncing on my dick right now?” He tutted, though he let you set the pace, sliding back and forth in a way that had the both of you panting for more. The stretch felt amazing – like you could feel him in your stomach. “Raw?”

Fucking back onto his dick, you couldn’t fight the strangled noises that seemed to tear themselves from your core. “‘S big,” You gasped. It took all of the strength you had not to collapse from the force of your tremble as he braced his feet on the bed. Sensing your struggle, he fucked up into you, meeting your thrusts in the middle and sliding in even deeper. “ Fuck , I feel it in my guts.”

“So wet, baby,” he moaned – sinful, sultry, beautiful. When you looked down, his brows were scrunched together, face contorted with concentration. You slowed down to savor the way your hole sucked him in. He hissed, “G’nna make me finish too soon if you don’t cut it out.”

“Mmh,” you giggled, letting him do all of the work for you. He was so good to you. “Want you to cum inside.”

So good, in fact, you thought you might give him a treat.

His eyes widened. “Yeah? I- hah, ” he breathed.

You nodded.

“Fuck,” he groaned, arching his head off the back of the pillow. His lips parted to make way for an uncharacteristically high-pitched whimper. “G’nna… be the death of me.”

You could say the same about him.

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buccini555 · 6 months

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𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

˗ˋ Headcanons of how they would act if they saw you having an anxiety attack ♡‧₊˚

₊❏❜ ⋮ H e a d c a n o n s !

. . ⇢ 𝐹𝑡. Izana Kurokawa, Wakasa Imaushi, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Mitsuya Takashi and Hakkai Shiba ꒱ ↷

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

Izana wouldn't understand the reason for your crisis, much less know exactly what to do, for that reason, he would feel extremely frustrated seeing you suffering like that.

He wouldn't show it, but he would be a little desperate, despite that, Izana sat next to you and hugged you, speaking a few brief words with the intention of slowly calming you down and drying your tears, caressing your face with love and kindness.

After everything at least seemed fine, Izana would question the reason for such a crisis, but would also respect your time and space, he would be more careful after such situation.

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

At first, Wakasa wouldn't give much importance to your crisis, he wouldn't really think it was something that serious, however, after realizing the seriousness of the situation, the older would be extremely worried and feel guilty for not having given you the necessary support.

He would remain by your side, in total silence, just hugging you and stroking your hair, seeing you cry hurt his heart, so he would wipe away each of your tears and hug you even more.

After calming you down, he would ask a series of questions about how you felt, Wakasa would become more attentive and careful with your mental health, paying more attention to your crises and feelings, he would do everything to help you, even without his understand very well.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

It is undeniable that Kazutora often suffers from anxiety attacks, for that reason, he would know almost exactly what you would be feeling at that moment, seeing you going through something like that would make him sad, but, he would put a smile on his face and give you everything possible to calm you down.

Kazutora would try to talk to you and give you a big hug, he would respect your time and space, but Kazutora would definitely not leave your side at any time until he was sure you were feeling better.

After seeing that you had calmed down, Kazutora would talk to you and listen to you with as much patience as possible, he would promise himself that he would take better care of you and that he would also never make you anxious for any reason.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Baji wouldn't understand and much less would he know what to do, despite that, his only desire would be to help you get out of that crisis, for that reason, Keisuke would do his best to calm you down, even though he's not the most calm person in the world, Baji would try to remain calm and be careful.

He would hug you and caress you, Baji knew he wasn't very good with words so he would prefer to remain silent, to compensate for that, he would give you all the love he could give until you finally calmed down.

After seeing you in crisis for the first time, Baji started to be more attentive to your anxiety, doing his best not to make you feel that feeling again, besides, he would start to understand your feelings better and learn to deal with your moments, he would definitely do anything for your well being.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Mitsuya would know how to deal with the situation like no one else, even so, he would be worried about your state and mental health, starting to pay even more attention to you.

He would hug you, but if you didn't want so much physical contact, he would just remain by your side, comforting you with words and light caresses on your hair, Mitsuya would sincerely do his best to get you out of such a crisis.

After calming you down, he would make you drink some water and eat something, Mitsuya would also give you lots of affection and hugs, as well as listening to you carefully if you wanted to talk about your crises or your anxiety, Mitsuya would promise to always be there to help you take care of you and do everything possible to ensure that your crises at least become less frequent.

𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

Believe me, Hakkai would also go into a crisis, he would be extremely worried about your condition, seeing you in the middle of a crisis would make him anxious, despite this, Hakkai would put his nervousness aside to take care of you.

To calm you down, he would remain by your side, even if in silence, Hakkai would want to show you that you are not alone, he would avoid saying anything to calm you down for fear of causing you even more bad feelings, to reward your lack of speech, Hakkai would hug you, giving you little kisses on your forehead and hold your hand until you felt calmer.

After your crisis eased, he would still be around, giving you all the affection possible and ensuring that there were no other crises, Hakkai would also try to distract you and listen to you carefully if you wanted to talk about that crisis or what caused your anxiety.

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My mind is filled with Waka being a brat tamer🤭

𐙚 Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x fem!reader

𐙚 CW: Dom waka, brat reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, slapping, pet names, jealousy, mean Waka

𐙚 18+ MDNI [n]sfw

𐙚 Word Count: 1.1k

𐙚AN: not proof read.

𐙚 To say Waka was shocked you were less than thrilled to see him at your door was an understatement. “What? Not happy to see me darlin’?” You roll your eyes “Don’t call me that” Wakas eyes widen slightly. Usually you love whatever pet name he calls you. You turn and walk into your apartment leaving the door open so he can follow.

𐙚 You haven’t seen each other in a few weeks and if he knew that he it would cause you to have attitude with him he would of came to see you sooner.

𐙚 You and Wakasa have a simple arrangement. When he shows up or calls you know its to fuck. He never contacts you for anything else. You’re fine with this. You get free sex and sex with Waka is always good but today you are not in the mood to see him. You’ve been pissy since you woke up. Everything that could go bad today did and you are just ready to crawl in bed and forget about it.

𐙚 You ignore him as he talks to you, rolling your eyes every few words. He asked you something. You weren’t listening so you just clicked your tongue and turned your head away from him.

𐙚 Before you can even register what is going on your back connects to the wall and Waka has his hand around your throat, he is so close your noses are almost touching. “I’m tired of the fucking attitude. Now are you going to let me fuck this tight pussy or am I going to have to find some other bitch to get me off?”

𐙚 Your eyes widen slightly before going back to normal. You chuckle, smirking at him. “You find one of your other bitches then, not like you can fuck me goodenough anyway.”

𐙚 Wakasa lets out a growl before his mouth is on your in a heated kiss. You feel him squeeze your neck. Not tight enough to hurt you but enough to cut off air for a second. His tongue slips in your mouth and you fight for dominance but he wins when he squeezes your neck again. You let a moan slip past your lips and he smirks against you.

𐙚 He pulls you from the wall walking backwards towards your bedroom. Once inside he pushes you down on the bed standing over you readjusting himself. “You going to be a good girl and suck my cock?”

𐙚 “I’ll bite it” “no you won't. Not if you want to come too” He tells you to strip. You roll your eyes at him but can’t ignore the way it made your pussy clench. “Take them off yourself” Waka tilts his head to the side and smirks down at you “Still wanna be a brat I see” he says while running his hand up your bare thigh stopping right at the bottom of your skirt. “That's fine” his hand slides high fingers under your skirt “I only really need one thing off” he says as he strokes your clothed pussy before pushing your panties to the side and finding your clit.

𐙚 You bite your lip trying to hold back a moan when he adds more pressure and speeds up his movements. He pokes a finger at your entrance feeling how wet you are. He groans at the feeling. “Soaked and just from a little petting” he mocks. You harden your gaze at him glaring. He chuckles before shoving his finger in starting slow but building his pace, curling his finger at just the right spot. “You going to be my good girl now?” He adds a second finger this time no matter how hard you bite your lip a moan falls from you. “There she is”

𐙚 Your legs are shaking, your biting your lip so hard you can taste blood when an idea pops into your head. “Omi fingers me better” All movements stop. You want to whine at the loss of pleasure but your pride won’t let you. “What did you just say, princess?”

𐙚 “I said Omi fingers me better. He has thicker and longer fingers than you. Now that I think about it he fucks me better too.”

𐙚 “That so” He says through gritted teeth before he grabs your hips flipping you over on all fours. “Ass up” he pushes your face into the mattress, flipping your skirt over your plump ass before delivering a hard slap. “You wanna be a whore, I’ll fuck you like a whore” He grips your panties pushing them to the side as he frees himself from his pants hissing as the cool air hits him.

𐙚 “Your going to take my cock like a good girl and your going to thank me for it” He shoves himself into you, no warning, no time to adjust as he starts a brutal pace. He’s gripping your hips so hard you know it’s going to bruise but you don’t care it feels so good. Waka has never fucked you hard. It’s always been sweet, almost loving. If you didn’t know Waka better you’d think he was in love with you.

𐙚 “Take it” he says as his fingers find your clit. “Your going to come on my cock and milk me for everything I’ve got” you moan into the bed, hands balling into fists, clenching the sheets. You're so full. It’s been so long since he visited you forgot how well he fills you up.

𐙚 You feel your release building. Your moaning and drooling into the mattress when everything stops. Waka is shallowly thrusting into you and his fingers are off of you. “No” you whine “Your going to beg if you want to come. Beg like a bitch in heat.” your pride doesn’t want you to. If you had more willpower you wouldn’t but fuck you were right there. “Please” “You can do better than that” he says delivering a hash thrust than going back to shallow

𐙚 “Please waka, please let me come. Let me milk your cock, fill me up like I’m your little slut, just please let me come” You beg tears rolling down your cheeks as you cry into the sheets pray he gives you your release.

𐙚 “That's more like it” his fingers are on you again and his fast deep thrust are back. “Come” He demands. You’re moaning and scream his name repeating it like it's the only word you know. Probably because right now it is. Your legs are shaking as your release washes over you. The feeling of you clenching his cock is enough to push him over the edge. He fills you up telling you to take it all like the good girl he knows you are.

𐙚 You both lay there catching your breath when Waka walks away. He comes back a few minutes later, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom, stripping you of your clothes. He lays you down in a warm bath rubbing your back, working out any knots. He kisses you “See you are my good girl”

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ruinie · 1 year

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They Break up With You for Your Own Good

Characters Included: Shinichiro Sano, Wakasa Imaushi, Keizo "Benkei" Arashi, and Takeomi Akashi

Summary: After you're targeted by rival delinquents and they're confronted with the reality that dating you could be putting you in danger, they decide to break up with you.

Shinichiro Sano

✿ Shinichrio was so well respected in the delinquent world by the time that he disbanded the Black Dragons that I doubt anyone in their right mind would so much as lift a finger in the direction of his significant other, so this likely occurred early on in your relationship when the Black Dragons were still relatively new.

✿ Shinichiro would be so head over heels in love with you. He confessed and you accepted him fully! He’s crazy about you! He’s a super adoring boyfriend.

✿ His friends couldn’t believe that his bad luck streak with love had finally ended, but here you were, reprimanding their leader as you patched up his injuries after their latest fight.

✿It wasn’t until he went to see you one day and you were sporting your own bandages that he would have even thought dating you could put you in danger. When he asked what happened, you brushed him off saying it was no big deal, but Shinichiro was persistent, wanting to know who hurt you.

✿ Eventually, you would give in and tell him that two guys cornered you and beat you on your way home. Luckily an off-duty police officer happened upon you before they hurt you too badly, but before running off, they’d told you to tell Shinichiro to consider this a warning, but you didn’t want him to worry.

✿ “I’m strong. It’ll take more than this to keep me down!” You tried to insist, but guilt began eating away at your boyfriend.

✿ The gang that laid their hands on you would be dealt with by the Black Dragons. Beating their leader’s partner was a direct declaration of war and unforgivable as far as any of them were concerned. All of the Black Dragons respected and cared for you. They wouldn’t tolerate anyone going after you.

✿ Even once the rival gang was dealt with, the thought of something like that happening to you again would drive Shinichiro crazy. He would try his best to think about what he could do to prevent it, but he would feel stuck knowing that he could never fully guarantee it wouldn’t

✿ Unlike Wakasa and Takeomi, he would try to avoid being cruel in his attempt to put distance between the two of you, but also unlike Benkei, he wouldn’t be completely honest either.

✿ He would ask to meet you, being sure to warn you that he wanted to talk about something serious. When you met up, he would be upfront that he wanted to break up with you. He would say that he didn’t think the relationship was working anymore.

✿ If you pushed him to give you a reason why he was breaking up with you, that you didn’t understand where this was coming from all of the sudden, this was when he would start saying things he would regret.

✿ He’d say he liked someone else now, and he just didn’t feel that way toward you anymore. He still cares for you, but he just can’t date you anymore. He wanted to break up with you before he confessed to this new person. It was only when he sees your face that he realizes he went too far.

✿ Shinichiro would have to fight back his own tears when he saw the first one drop from your face. If he didn’t leave, he knew he would end up apologizing and telling you why he was really breaking up with you on the spot. He already made up his mind, so he couldn’t break now.

✿ “I’m sorry…” He would apologize before he left you there, but trust he would be crying his eyes out once he put enough distance between the two of you.

✿“Wow, you suck.”

✿ When he told Wakasa what he did and said to you and why he did it, his best friend was quick to chastise him. He finally found someone who accepted one of his lame-ass confessions, who was super patient and supportive of him, who genuinely adored him, and he DUMPED YOU??!!!

✿ Wakasa was, is, and forever will be your #1 shooter

✿ Wakasa would only deal with his friend’s wallowing for so long before he grew sick of it.

✿ It wouldn’t take long for Wakasa to point out that they wiped out the gang responsible for hurting you. Doesn’t he think that would send a message to anyone who thought to do the same? Just go apologize already and stop whining about it.

✿ Expect some grand, romantic gesture, crying, and profuse apologizing from the older Sano brother. Flowers, whatever your favorite sweets are, a cute stuffed animal, etc. He’s pulling out all the stops to make it up to you.

Wakasa Imaushi

✿ Though Wakasa often liked to present himself as disinterested and aloof, he was actually a really doting boyfriend.

✿ Wakasa was fully confident in his ability to keep you safe, so, like Shinichrio, he never put much thought into anyone going out of their way to hurt you. He’s known you since his Kodo Rengo days, and you were someone incredibly dear to him.

✿ When they were set to fight another gang, rumors reached him that a few members of the opposing gang might try to go after members’ loved ones, and your name popped up. He made sure he was at your side whenever you went anywhere until the conflict was resolved, lightheartedly commenting what a drag it was, though he was secretly happy for an excuse to spend even more time with you.

✿ The Black Dragons won the fight against the other gang, and after it was all over, things returned to normal. However, weeks later you were attacked by a bitter member of the defeated gang, and that was when Wakasa’s eyes were opened to the dangers his delinquency brought you.

✿ Your injuries weren’t severe, you’d managed to defend against the attack by yourself until help arrived, but that didn’t negate the fact that you were hurt because of him.

✿ He would stay at your side while your injuries healed, comforting you throughout your recovery, though you put on a brave face about the ordeal. He’d apologized several times during your recovery process, fully putting the blame on himself.

✿ Every time he would see the bruises on your face, he’d feel guilt stabbing at his chest. The knowledge that it could have been worse repeated in his mind.

✿ It wasn’t until a week or two after you were all healed up that Wakasa decided what his next course of action was. He began acting more distant, even when the two of you were alone.

✿ Wakasa could be that way sometimes, so you let it slide for a while, but he kept with the distant act. When you confronted him on it, he would tell you that he was bored of you and wanted to break up. He said he’s felt this way for a while now, and didn’t know how to go about telling you.

✿ If you tried to call him out or argue about the breakup, he would act even more dismissive toward you, even going as far as to say you’re annoying him, calling you a pest.

✿Days after the breakup, he would find that it was the little things he thought wouldn’t affect him that ate at him the most.

✿ Wakasa was very accustomed to good morning and goodnight texts to and from you. Typing out and then deleting his goodnight text when he remembered he’d broken up with you and waking up without a notification from you hurt more than he cared to admit.

✿ Another common occurrence in your relationship he would find himself missing was that he would often kidnap you from your house so he could sleep in the same bed as you whenever he was having trouble sleeping. Now he had to just tough it out, not that he couldn’t, but… he missed you.

✿ Wakasa would very much appear unaffected on the outside, but he would be massively regretting the breakup. He’d be having to remind himself why he did it constantly.

✿ He’d be at his breaking point about three weeks in, and the smallest mention of you (though his friends would have no idea because again, cool and aloof on the outside) would end in him calling you up and asking to talk.

✿ You’d ran into Benkei while you were shopping and ended up asking how Wakasa was doing. Despite the fact that he broke up with you out of nowhere, you did still care for him, even though you were still upset. You even called him a jerk when Benkei said he was doing fine. Benkei would likely “accidentally” let his theory of why Wakasa did slip to you before you parted ways.

✿ His mention of you to Wakasa was also accidental if you were to ask him about it.

✿ Apologizing wasn’t Wakasa’s strongest suit, but he would explain why he broke up with you, that he said what he said because he thought it would make it easier for you to distance yourself from him and that he didn’t mean it. It’s only after he apologizes that he lets it slip just how much being apart from you has affected him.

Keizo "Benkei" Arashi

✿ Benkei is the most likely to be completely upfront and honest with you as to why he was breaking up with you. He was a horrible liar, and he believed it wasn’t fair to you to disgrace your beautiful relationship with a lie.

✿ There were plenty of people out there who wanted to get at him, both from his day as leader of Ragnorok and now as a captain in the Black Dragons, but few were strong enough to challenge him directly. Some were evil and cowardly enough to go after you in order to hurt him.

✿ You were walking home from your part-time job when you were jumped from behind by a rival gang member with a bat. If it weren’t for the fact that Benkei had already been on his way to surprise you after your shift… he hates to think how much worse your injuries could have been.

✿ He failed you. It’s because you were dating him that you got hurt, and he never wanted to see something like that happen to you again, even if it meant that he would never get to call you his again.

✿ And so, he’s breaking up with you.

✿ Because he was honest with you, he was silently giving you an option. You could accept his proposal to break up and go your separate ways, or you could reject it completely.

✿ If you accepted, he would understand and wish you nothing best in life. It would take him quite a while to recover, but he loved you and prioritized your safety over all else.

✿ If you rejected his breakup, he would insist that you at least consider it. He’d propose a week for both of you to think about it, insisting that this might not be the last time that someone targets you because of him, and he might not be able to protect you.

✿ That week would be especially rough on Benkei, but he had anticipated it would be. This week was for you to think, not him. He already made his decision, and he would leave you to make yours. He would accept your answer no matter what it was. Though of course there would be a part of him that he denied that hoped that you would want to stay with him.

✿ You loved him and it would take more than a concussion to change that. Not only were you capable of taking care of yourself, but you knew he was capable of protecting you. He protected you that night. You’d assure him that you fully understood that you knew that things could have turned out worse and that something like that could happen again, but you were prepared for that. You wanted to stay with him.

✿ Your words were a confirmation of what Benkei had been feeling all week. They brought him more comfort than you could ever know. While he was prepared to let you walk away for your safety, your absence in his life would have left him feeling as though a very important piece of him was missing.

✿ While he would be relieved that you were insistent on staying with him, he would probably still strongly encourage you to take some self-defense lessons because you can never be too safe.

✿ He wouldn’t force you into anything, but he likes the idea of training with you. He’d even let you throw him around a little, or if you weren’t strong enough to pick him up, he’d volunteer Waka or Shin. He just wants to make sure you’re able to defend yourself in the event you were ever attacked again.

✿ He’d do everything in his power to make sure you were never placed in the same position as that night ever again. While he’s sure the beating he gave your attackers sent a strong message, he wouldn’t feel comfortable until he could 100% guarantee your safety.

✿ He’d make sure he was there to walk you home from work, and if for whatever reason he couldn’t, he’d ask Wakasa, Shin, or even Takeomi. He would still be tense for a while, but eventually, the two of you would fall back into normalcy. Because if nothing else, the two of you were at your happiest when you were together.

Takeomi Akashi

✿ Takeomi is a selfish man by nature. It would take something pretty extreme to happen for him to let go of you if he truly cared for you.

✿ Back in his youth, when the first generation of the Black Dragons were still active, his reputation as the “God of War” as well as his position as vice leader of the Black Dragons put a pretty large target on his back at times, and when dealing with the lowest of delinquents, that target would include you.

✿ For the most part, Takeomi was careful not to involve you too heavily in his delinquency, especially when it came to anything related to rival gangs.

✿ The difference between Takeomi and the rest, as stated, is the severity of the attack will play a huge role in whether or not he considers breaking up with you. While the rest will break up with you if you were successfully attacked at all, Takeomi will only consider it if the attack left you hospitalized.

✿ Not to say he wouldn’t take your attack seriously. He absolutely would. Whether you were left with a scrapped knee, a single bruise, or broken bones, Takeomi will be out for blood to avenge you. He’s called the God of War for a reason. He will show no mercy to your attackers.

✿ Takeomi would stay by your side, being surprisingly doting until you’re all healed up or out of the hospital. If you weren’t hospitalized, he’ll make sure that you stayed close to him whenever you went anywhere, just to be safe.

✿ Only if you were hospitalized would he realize how much danger dating him put you in. Takeomi truly did care for you and seeing you so beaten up hurt him. It would be after a lot of self-debating, but he would decide he needed to break up with you.

✿ I do think he would be decent enough to wait until you were out of the hospital at least. And he would be surprisingly upfront about his reasoning.

✿ He would make it clear that (he thought) he was doing this for your own good.

✿ All it would take though, was one firm refusal of his breakup for him to change his mind, but that wouldn’t stop him from warning you that he can’t promise you won’t be targeted again. Though, he’ll tell you to stay close so he can protect you, should someone try something like that again.

✿ If this occurs in the Bonten Timeline, he will be crueler in his attempt to distance you from him. He’ll tell you he slept with someone else. They were better than you in every way. He’ll go into gross detail if he has to, even though it’s a lie. He has enough money to get whoever he wants, so he doesn’t need you anymore. He just kept you around because you liked him. You were an easy, decent lay too.

✿ It wasn’t like the Black Dragons' days anymore. The people out to get him would torture you, maybe, if you were lucky kill you outright. There was a chance you could end up in a position where he couldn’t guarantee he could protect you, so it was better for you to hate him.

✿ Despite himself, Takeomi has cracks. He can be a fragile man at times as well.

✿ The chances of him returning to you and apologizing are about 50/50, but if he does, it would only be after a hard week on a drunken night when he’s feeling at his lowest and he needs you to make him feel human again.

✿ If you didn’t answer your phone when he called, you’d find him at your doorstep at some ungodly hour and he would all but fall to his knees when he saw your angelic face.

✿ Be prepared for a silver-tongued apology. Even when he was drunk, he was still convincing. And that’s because, for once in his life, he meant every word he was saying to you. He couldn’t promise you your safety, but he’s so lost without you.

✿ You offer him your couch for the night to get some rest and sober up, and in the morning you’d hear him out.

✿ He’s likely to claim that he didn’t mean any of what he told you the previous night once he’s woken up and had a glass of water, but the second you cast doubt on that, he’d break and ask you to be his again, confessing that he lied about ever sleeping with someone else and that he just said that to make you hate him. He would promise to protect you with his life, and if you died, it would be together.

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