#wakasa

but no, it's real and your body is screaming at you, an obscene amount of slick flooding your panties. the poor lace can't contain it all, it drips down your thighs like tears.

you glance at the clock, wakasa should be home any minute now. yet you can't wait, needing some sort of relief for the insatiable ache between your legs.

wakasa enters the house to flickering candlelight, rose petals and wine glasses set up. in his hand is an already chilled bottle of your favorite wine, which he sets in the ice bucket, lilac eyes searching for you. white fuzzy ears flick, hearing your muffled voice from somewhere deeper in the home.

he sniffs the air, the intoxicating scent of arousal mixed with the candle that's burning—birch and pine, smoky like a campfire—but you smell sweeter.

and while he doesn't find you, he does spot the chocolates—you and your sweet tooth just couldn't wait for him.

he plucks a couple from the box and pops one into his mouth, walking towards your shared bedroom. wakasa stumbles in on quite the sight, your legs spread wide, whimpering as you fuck yourself on a dildo—an exact replica of his cock. down to every vein and slight upwards hook.

"well well well, someone's eager tonight. couldn't wait f'me, darlin?" wakasa drawls, eyes raking over you, dick already stirring in his slacks.

"haaah... chocolate—" shlick. "need you, s'bad."

the chocolate? what is she on about? there's nothing wrong with—oh.

"don't tell me you bought that overpriced crap?" he huffs, a flush darkening across his face, watching as you desperately rut onto the silicone toy.

"sur...prise..."

the bed dips under his weight, settling at the foot on his stomach, eye level with your soaked cunt swallowing his likeness.

"baby, you really want that piece of cheap silicone over the real deal?" your pupils are blown wide when they meet his, so lost in a frenzy of lust.

is this your version of being in heat? he wonders. his fluffy tail whips back and forth, excitedly, fingers brushing yours where you grip the flared base like it's life or death. with a quick flick of his wrist the toy is yanked from your cunt, leaving you empty and panting, a stuttered whine leaving your parted lips.

in the next second wakasa is climbing over your flushed body, pushing his pants low enough that his dick springs free. cock already hard, leaking and aching, a determined glint in his eyes as he moves with purpose.

"hurry— please... need you..." you whimper, licking your lips when he presses the bulbous head against your puffy folds, anticipating the stretch of his thick cock.

wakasa lines himself up, rubbing up and down to collect your sticky essence over his tip. relishing in the little whines and moans that leak from your lips, you're so impatient and needy tonight.

"how could i refuse when my girl asks so sweetly?"

he pushes in, hips stuttering at the resistance—still so fucking tight—until his tip pops through and promptly punches your cervix with painful accuracy that has your back arching off the mattress, a cry flying from your lips like a demonic possession happening before his eyes.

his low, airy chuckle is the only warning you get, the cold metal of his rings tingle against your overheated skin. his hips slotting against yours, only to pull almost all the way back out before slamming back in.

a gasp rolls off your tongue as your eyes go back into your skull. the bed creaks, the headboard knocks into the wall—he broke the damn thing during his last heat and never got around to fix it, so now it hits the wall every brutal thrust he unleashes.

he uses that dick like a battering ram—pounding hard and relentlessly into your sweet spot.

"close already huh?"

"fu-uuck... right there—"

there's no use in hiding, wakasa can feel it; how your cunt pulses around his cock when you finally do break, having been close from your earlier, ahem, activities. a creamy, gooey ring forming around his length as you ride the waves of your orgasm.

the lavender irises are swallowed whole by how blown wide his pupils are, drinking in every quake and tremble of your body. a sight he never grows tired of. your chest rises and falls, panted moans flit into the space between you.

"no tapping out— not yet, okay?"

wakasa crashes his lips into yours and before you can even process it—a another chocolate is pushed into your mouth by his tongue.

when in the hell did he pull that out? or from where?

all thoughts go out the window as his tongue pulls back, though his lips simply divert to your neck, letting the candy melt in your mouth.

it's a sneaky move to pull. spiking your libido even higher with another dose, to keep you on his level.

your blood sings, every nerve ending on fire wherever his touch goes. each kiss and nip along your throat has you bucking your hips upwards, grinding your clit into his pubes.

silvery blonde hair spills over his forehead, long locks barely held back into his usual bun. the flickering candlelight bathes him a fuzzy, golden halo highlighting those strong arms—that are glistening seductively in sweat—that can toss you around like a ragdoll.

everything becomes a haze. lost in the sensations washing over you.

mind fading to black.

his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he drills into your sopping pussy like he's trying to fuck you through the mattress. watching the way your eyes unfocus, all glassy and sweet.

good. that's what he wants. he's obsessed with the way you melt under his touch, a mindless hole for him to fill again and again.

he flips you over, pulling your ass high into the air while your torso is flat into the mattress. the angle would be uncomfortable, that is if you were even able to have one functional thought at that moment.

rough fingertips find your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud, it twitches under his finger. and through it all his hips never stop.

wakasa's other hand snakes up to your throat, squeezing the sides in the way he knows you love.

your whimpered squeals are music to his ears. he's thought about recording them to use later—for the rare times when you two are apart. nothing compares to how you sound when he ruins you.

when you cum again it soaks the sheets, gushy pumps of his cock only heighten the wet slaps of skin.

"waka... hnng—" you moan through your bitten lip, eyes snapping open when he thrusts forward harshly, forcing his knot into your tight hole. heat swelling in your stomach as he paints your insides a milky white with his seed. his knot plugs his cum inside, locking it in so that not even a single drop is wasted.

"let's just... stay like this, yeah?"

your hips sink down, tilting your head to the side against the pillows. wakasa cradles your face tenderly, smothering you beneath his bulky frame—a literal human weighted blanket. love and adoration shine in his eyes, holding you like a prized possession.

maybe the chocolates weren't a waste of money after all.

Wakasa was already smoking when you walked in. He's laying on the bed, shirt off and pants unbuttoned. He was obviously too lazy to take them off all the way. 

The room has a slight haze and the lights are dimmed. He tilts his head when he notices you walked in tapping his thigh “c'mere” he says blowing smoke out his nose. You crawl on the bed and Wakasa huffs yanking you on top of him. “Not there, here” sitting you down on his hardened cock. 

His hands are on your hips, rubbing circles with his thumb, your dress rising up your thighs. “Got all dressed up to go see Takeomi?” He says raising a brow, blowing smoke out hitting your face. 

Takeomi and you had always been friends, it's how you met Wakasa so you don't understand why he's acting so upset— maybe it's because you're wearing the new dress he got you. It's short, barely covering your ass, and your chest looks killer in it. 

You tilt your head. “You know Omi is just my friend” 

He scoffs “omi” he says in a mocking tone. 

You roll your eyes, going to grab the blunt but Wakasa tilts his head back “ah ah ah, only good girls get to smoke my shit” he says his eyes racking over your body “and you've been quite the slut, flaunting around what's mine to your precious ‘omi'” he blows more some in your face before flipping you both around so your face down ass up on the bed, his cock pressed up against you. “Guess I have to show you exactly who you belong to, babe” 

He pushes your dress the rest of the way up your hips and walks your panties down before you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance making you whine. He takes another drag and a hot piece of ash falls landing on your ass before he smacks it and pushing into you. 

His pace is brutal, he snaps his hips into you with force, wakasa is usually a lazy fuck but you can tell he's mad and he's taking it out on your cunt. 

He groans behind you pushing down on your back so you arch more, giving him a better angle. 

“W–wakaaaa” you moan, feeling yourself clench around him. 

He slaps your ass again, blowing more smoke into the air as he leans over you, his mouth next to your ear. “Did Takeomi like the dress I bought?” 

You whine, not sure if it's from the smoke he just blew into your face or from how good he's making you feel. 

Wakasa keeps fucking you and you feel thay familiar heat telling you your about to cum— and then it all stops. 

Wakasa flops down on the bed, arms behind his head and smirks at you around the blunt.”Awe, did my pretty baby want to get off?” He raises a brow 

You whine frantically nodding your head as you feel tears well up in your eyes from your losses orgasam 

“You wanna get off baby, c'mere and do it yourself” 

You climb on top of him and lower yourself on his cock moaning at the feeling of being full again before staying to bounce and grind on him. Wakasa thrust his hips up every once in awhile to meet yours— to “help” you. 

Wakasa lays there with hooded eyes as he watches your bounce on him. He groans when he feels you tighten around him telling you how good your pussy is and making you promise it's his.

Wakasa grabs your hips and starts moving you. “Fuuuck— keep going baby, just like that” 

You throw your head back cumming all over his cock as you moan his name and Wakasa follows shortly after. 

You lay down on his chest when he takes one last drab before passing you the blunt and kissing your forehead

Wakasa knows that your bravery is incredible. How do you protect the people you care so deeply for? He always admired you for that. That’s how it started away as admiration. He’d watch as you protected the other gang members, even if they were members you’d never met beforehand. He thought your kindness was naïve at first, but it’s something he’s grown to really like about you. Of course, you’ve grown popular because of your kindness, and you’d get quite a few admirers from it. Something that irked Wakasa to no end.

Whenever an admirer confesses their feelings, you politely reject them, and they’d feel less irked. Wanting a concrete answer as to what was happening, Wakasa went to Shinichiro for advice.

“You seriously don’t know?” Shinichiro asks his weirdly dense friend.

“No, that’s why I’m asking you,” Wakasa replies with his signature bored expression. Shinichiro gave Wakasa a look before continuing.

“Well, it seems to me,” Shinichiro starts. “That you might have a thing for Y/N.”

“Huh?” Wakasa utters, shocked.

“Yeah, I think you like them,” Shinichiro repeats. Wakasa never thought about that possibility. However, he would have to admit that you are beautiful. Maybe that is the case.

So, ever since Shinichiro helped him understand his real feelings for you, he became a small mess because of it. Any time you sat by him during meetings or you guys were paired up to do things, he was a mess. However, he’d never outwardly show it; he’d try to keep his normal composure around you. Little did he know, you are way more observant than that. You notice how he always made a point of avoiding your touch and compliments. Something he never did before.

One day, while the two of you were sitting together at a park late at night waiting for Shinichiro, you figured you should ask.

“What’s up with you lately?” you question. “You’ve been acting strange.”

“Strange?” Wakasa asks. He knows exactly what you mean, but for his own sake, he’s playing dumb.

“Yeah, you don’t talk to me as much, and you’ve been weirdly distant,” you say. “Did I do something to upset you?”

“No,” he says simply.

“No?” you repeat, wanting him to go on, but he doesn’t. “Okay, then what is it?” Wakasa doesn’t know whether he should be honest. He knows you reject pretty much everyone, so he’s sure you’ll do the same with him. He remembers how Shinichiro said it’s essential to be confident when it comes to romance. However, Shinichiro isn’t exactly known for his courting skills. But maybe it’s worth a shot.

“I like you,” he simply says.

“Huh?” You’re in complete shock.

“I have for some time now,” he admits.

“Really? I had no idea,” you try to think if you’ve seen or recollected any signs, but you come up short.

“Well, yeah, anyway,” Wakasa says, wanting to change the subject.

“I like you too,” you blurt. Wakasa’s eyes widen in surprise. This he did not expect.

“You do?” he asks.

“Yeah, I have since joining,” you tell him. “I just never said anything because I didn’t think you cared about stuff like that.”

“Well, you’re wrong about that,” he says somewhat jokingly.

“Seems so,” you agree. You reach out your hand for Wakasa, who takes it easily. He uses your hand to pull you close to him, and when your face is a few inches away from his, you kiss him without hesitation. As you kiss, you feel his fingers interlock with yours more affectionately, and his thumb rubs over your hand. The best first kiss you could ask for.

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“Alright close your eyes and don’t move.”

Wakasa looked at you skeptically. “What are you playing at?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just trust me. It’s nothing bad!”

“That’s what you said last time and then you dumped a bucket of ice water on me.” He shot back. “I am not falling for this again.”

“C’mon Wakasa! Please? I promise I won’t trick you!” You made an X over your heart as you added, “I cross my heart and everything! Trust me just this once, please?”

With a growl, he closed his eyes tight. “I can’t believe I’m trusting you again. If you dump another bucket of ice water on me again, I will personally end you. And then I’ll have Shinichiro hide your body, or something. And if you did something worse, like, out a spider in my hair, I’d make Mikey hunt you for sport!”

“You’d really have your dumb friend hide my body, when we both know he could forget where he put it? Or you’d have his little obnoxious brother kill me when you can do it yourself? Yeah, that sounds like your greatest plan ever.” You rolled your eyes. While you knew he could kill you with one punch, you thought he was going a little overboard for one little prank. Besides, why would he drag Mikey into this? He had his own things to worry about.

“Yes, I would! What kind of maniac puts a spider in someone’s hair?” One of his eyes shot open. “Oh my God. You were actually going to put a spider in my hair…”

“I WAS NOT GOING TO PUT A SPIDER IN YOUR HAIR!” You hollered. “I had something much nicer in store for you, but now I’m not sure I want to give it to you anymore. You’re accusing me of doing horrible, heinous things and you’re threatening to kill me. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore. You might order a hit on me no matter what I do for you.”

He sighed dramatically before closing his eyes again. “Fine, just do it. Whatever you were going to do, get it over with already. Then we’ll see if I have to call Mikey-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you pressed a kiss to his lips. Wakasa responded immediately, deeping it for only a brief second before you pulled away. He was about to start whining again when you kissed his cheek. And then his other cheek and his forehead. You peppered him in kisses, making sure every inch of his face was kissed.

When you finished, you went back to his lips and let him kiss you just as deeply as he wanted to earlier. After all the kisses you gave him, he was quick to return the favor. Kissing your cheeks and nose, he went back to attacking your lips with his. You hummed against his lips as he pulled you close by wrapping his arms around your waist. You then gasped as he nipped at your bottom lip, which allowed his tongue into your mouth. Now the two of you were full on making out.

If you didn’t know any better you would have guessed he was thinking this was better than a spider in his hair.

As the two of you continued making out, you let your hands slip up his shirt. Shivering at your contact, Wakasa let his thumbs slip under the waistband of your pants and rub circles on your hips. You gasped again, making him smile into the kiss, which was becoming more and more sensual. If the two of you didn’t stop soon, you were going to take this high school makeout session one step further…

“EW! GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” Shinichiro shouted, causing you to jump back so far, you fell off the couch you were sitting on.

“Ow.” You winced, rubbing your butt.

Shinichro just groaned. “Serves you right for sucking your boyfriend’s face in public.”

“WE’RE AT THE BIKE SHOP!”

“A PUBLIC SPACE IN THE SHOP!” He shot back. 

Wakasa snickered. “Not really. It’s the back garage. Only employees and their booty calls get to see this part of the shop.”

You shot a furious glare at your boyfriend. “You did NOT just call me a booty call!”

“I- oh c’mon baby!” He whined, pulling you back on his lap. “You know you mean more to me than that.”

“I better.” You smirked and pecked his nose.

Shinichiro made a strangled sound before he said, “Now I have to go bleach my eyes. Be glad Mikey didn’t see that. He would have been traumatized!”

“He’s not a kid, Shin!” Wakasa shot back, hugging you tight.

Shinichiro just rolled his eyes before leaving the back garage. You glanced at your boyfriend before sighing and nuzzling closer to his chest. “I’m fine if we just stay like this forever. This is nice.”

“Well I’m not.” He muttered before throwing you over his shoulder. “We are going to restart that cheesy high school movie makeout session in my room, where no one is allowed in until I’m done with you.”

“Better make it worth my time, pretty boy. Especially since you called me a booty call.”

The bathwater steamed gently in the quiet air, little ripples dancing across the surface as the two unlikely roommates shared yet another evening soak.

Tatsumi leaned back against the smooth edge of the tub, his arms resting on either side, trying to keep his composure. His cheeks were already lightly pink from the heat, but also from the fact that, this time Wakasa had insisted they both bathe properly, which meant… Tatsumi was completely naked.

Across from him, Wakasa gave a sultry stretch. His golden hair clung damply to his pale shoulders and his tail lazily waved through the water, glittering like a living jewel, a beautiful one. He was perfectly comfortable. Tatsumi on the other hand? Well, not so much.

“Y’know Tatsumi,” Wakasa chirped, watching his flustered roommate turn his back, “you’re super red right now. Are you okay? You look like you’re boiling.” “I am boiling,” Tatsumi mumbled, hugging his knees to his chest and trying not to acknowledge how vulnerable he felt with everything out in the open. “Why did I agree to this again?”

“Because I asked nicely?~” Wakasa grinned, his fin flicking up behind Tatsumi. “Besides, we’re both guys and I don’t even have legs! What are you so embarrassed about?” “That… doesn’t help,” Tatsumi muttered, ears bright pink, not daring to speak out what was on his mind. Wakasa floated closer, narrowing his eyes with amusement.

“Oho? You’re hiding? Come on, at least let me see that adorable pout.” Tatsumi didn’t move, determined to stare resolutely at the opposite wall. But the blonde had other plans. With a mischievous hum, he raised the end of his tail and the broad fin began to wiggle. “Guess I’ll have to coax a reaction out of you~” he said in a teasing voice.

The fin flopped gently against Tatsumi’s hair. Once. Twice. A few damp strands flopped over his forehead. The motion was playful, barely noticeable - except for the tickly sensation of the wet fin dragging across his scalp. “Wakasa,” Tatsumi said flatly, “what are you doing?” “Me? Nothing~ Just… admiring how squishy your hair is!”

The fin wiggled again, this time brushing across Tatsumi’s neck. The sensation made him jerk. “H-Hehey, quit it!” “But you’re so stiff and serious all the time,” Wakasa cooed, “you could use a little relaxation. C’mon, smile for me~” The fin slapped playfully at the back of his ear now, sending a tiny shiver down the ravenhead’s spine.

With a huff of annoyance - and something dangerously close to a squeak - Tatsumi suddenly turned, arm shooting out to grab the offending fin in a wet slap. “Got you.” Wakasa blinked in surprise. “Eh?” “You’re so annoying,” Tatsumi said quietly, the corner of his lip twitching.

Then, without a warning, a mischief glow appeared behind his flustered expression and he began to run his fingers along the edge of blonde’s fin. “WAH!!” The merman jolted so hard he splashed water onto the floor. “T-Tatsumi?! WhahaHahat are you-?” “Payback,” Tatsumi muttered, but his tone wasn’t angry, it was mischievous - almost smug.

He gripped the fin gently with one arm like a makeshift armlock and used the fingers of his other hand to scratch lightly along the base of the scales. Wakasa let out a high-pitched giggle, twisting in the water. “NOHOHO! TA-HAHA-TATSUMI! TH-THAT TICKLES!!” Tatsumi raised an eyebrow. “Wait… you’re ticklish here?” he said, fake-gasping.

“DOHOHON’T!!” the other squealed, tail thrashing and slapping against the water, sending geysers splashing over the rim of the tub. “THAHAHAHAT’S ILLEGAL!!” “I didn’t know mermen could be ticklish,” Tatsumi muttered as he moved his fingers again, sliding them in slow, teasing zig-zags over the slippery fin.

“You always act like you’re the flirty one… but you’re this sensitive?” “IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA D-DROWN!” “You literally live in water,” the ravenhead giggled, not stopping his ticklish attack. Wakasa wailed with laughter, flailing backward and nearly knocking over the bath caddy.

Bottles of shampoo clattered to the tile floor and water sloshed everywhere - it practically turned into a little monsoon in the bathroom. Tatsumi held on firmly, not pushing too hard, just enough to draw out Wakasa’s breathy laughter and shrieks. “H-HEY! STOP!! NAHAHAT THEHERE!”

“Oh? You mean… here?” Tatsumi’s fingers skated up the slick ridges near the top of the fin, where the shimmering scales turned iridescent and thinner. “NOHOHOHO! YOU JERK!!” Wakasa gasped, squirming uncontrollably. Tatsumi finally paused, sighing with a small, crooked grin. “You’re the one who started it.”

He let go and gently pushed the fin back into the water. It floated there limply as Wakasa clung to the edge of the tub, breathing heavily, face flushed and wet with both bathwater and laughter-induced tears. “You’re evil,” Wakasa gasped, chest heaving, “you’re an actual demon.” Tatsumi smirked, folding his arms and sitting back against the side of the tub again.

“…Pervert,” Wakasa added, turning his head just enough to give him an accusing glare. That made Tatsumi flinch. “Wha-?! I-I wasn’t being-! It’s your fault for flapping that stupid fin all over my face!” he stuttered. “You had me in a hold and you were laughing! I’ve never seen you laugh like that! You were totally enjoying it!” Wakasa grumbled.

“I was not laughing,” Tatsumi whined, sinking lower into the bath to hide his red face, “and besides, you kept teasing me first!” “You’re still red!” Wakasa teased. “You looked like a lobster when you were holding my tail-” “SHUT UP.” The merman let out a tired snort-laugh, then stretched out in the tub again, his tail gently flicking against the surface.

“Still… you got me good. Haven’t laughed that hard since I swam into a jellyfish.” Tatsumi blinked. “That’s not… That’s not something to laugh about.” “Well, you try getting tangled in seaweed and then zapped in the butt,” Wakasa replied dryly. “Anyway, thanks, I guess. For reminding me I’m still ticklish. Jerk.” Tatsumi sighed and slowly stood, reaching for a towel.

He stepped out of the tub and took a moment to survey the floor. “…Are you kidding me,” he sighed. The tile was soaked, towels were half-drenched, the bathmat had floated halfway across the room and droplets clung to every cabinet. Tatsumi ran a hand through his hair.