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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!!

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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

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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.

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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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sanosimp · 3 years ago

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hiii can i humbly ask for a waka smut where he accidentally made his partner squirt for the first time? tyia ☺️

hiii! sorry for the delay i was uninspired until recently so i hope to write more often now that i am back! here's to you hope you like it. <3

nsfw under the cut!

It was something that sat in the back of his head for quite a while now, and what kind of girlfriend would you be if you had denied him of such thoughts? Wakasa Imaushi was a very busy man, only ever seen in the shared apartment early in the mornings or late at night. When he wasn't home, he was typically seen managing the bike shop with Sano or running chaos in the streets with his second family. You too were busy with your studies and the part-time job you worked to contribute. The moments you two shared were short and scarce, still meaningful nonetheless. The mornings were his favorite, the sun peeking through the blinds, comforter soft and warm, legs intertwined with yours, soft breaths leaving your lips still in deep sleep. He appreciated you the most in the morning when neither of you was preoccupied or in a rush to do something. He takes the time to run a tender hand up the side of your body, slowly moving from your thigh to your hip under the sheets. His other hand reaches for his head, resting himself up to fully look at you now that the sleep has left his body. He is shameless, pulling you closer and squeezing the soft flesh that rests just above the beginning of your thigh. It's enough movement to draw a soft groan from you but not enough to stir you from your sleep. He smirks to himself, suddenly recalling how sensitive you were in the morning, head filled with malicious thoughts of what he wants to do with you. He comes to the conclusion that he's ready to draw you from your sleep, slipping deeper under the comforter and shifting you further onto your back. He begins his slow descent, pushing your shirt up just halfway up your torso, planting soft kisses on the skin of your body. It is the feeling of his lips and the strands of hair that touch the skin that tickles you lightly from your sleep. One hand is run over your face as a groan leaves your mouth, the other goes to lift the comforter met with a head of light blonde between your thighs. It is when his eyes meet yours that a sharp intake of breath leaves you, a laugh following in surprise. He looks up fully at you now that he has gathered your attention, one hand pushing your thigh up at an angle, nipping the skin with his teeth. "Good morning princess, I was wondering when my efforts would be acknowledged." The look he gives you is playful but full of love, finding it really hard to be mad at him for taking away from such a blissful sleep. "Whatcha doing down there you snake?" Your hand still holds up the comforter while the other runs through his hair, fingers playing with the ends before they fall back to frame his face.

"Making myself some breakfast." He smiles at you, leaving a soft kiss on your skin again before sinking his teeth into your flesh harder this time. He was known for being a silent killer in the streets, but you loved his witty banter whether shared with you or his closest friends.

"You're insatiable I swear." He groans and grinds his hips into the mattress below him. "Mmm keep using those big vocabulary words, I'm so close." You push his hair out of his eyes and smile down at him. "I was sleeping you fucking somnophiliac." He groans and drops right onto you, taking any trace of sleep you had left in wake of his lips making direct contact with your center through the thin lace you wore, breath sending chills up your body.

The groan you let out in response is illicit and loud, head falling back into the pillows, head hitting the headboard, which causes him to chuckle into your core. He pulls at the fabric between your thighs and forces both legs to sit upon the sides of his face. You drag a pillow from his side to prop your head up higher, interested in the view below you, and toss the comforter lower to rest on his waist, exposing the expanse of the skin of his shoulders and back. "You know, I've been meaning to test something out." This only raises your suspicions as he leaves a feather-light kiss right where you want it most. "Mercy Waka, mercy. I just woke up." You tug at his hair in an attempt to pause his pursuit, which is met with resistance, as he sinks lower with no caution. It's wet, messy, and slow but erotic and deliberate as he consumes you whole as promised. He's eating you out slowly, alternating from kisses too long strokes. The sounds he makes are messy and absolutely pornographic, possibly enjoying your undoing more than you. And then he spits. Drawing back completely to spread you open with his fingers to spit right onto you, watching you clench on nothing, rolling your eyes back into your head. "Holy shit." At the revelation, he's on you again, this time doing you a favor and filling up your hole with his two fingers, focusing on your spot with his lips as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He knows you well, pulling all the cards he has against you to meet his end goal. It's strange, good but strange and unlike anything you've ever felt with him, his experience speaking volumes. Your toes are on fire, the flames running their course through your entire body held down by the weight of him on top of you despite wanting to squirm under his hold.

"Don't fight it. Lemme see pretty girl. Wanna watch you fall apart."

He speaks with a slur like he's under some sort of intoxication and it drives you up a wall. He's spreading your father apart onto his fingers, scissoring you open underneath him with his fingers, absorbing every moan and sigh he's drawing from you into his memory. He leaves one more kiss on your clit before his thumb replaces the warmth, tongue dipping into you now. Your creaming on the tip of his tongue, nails biting the skin of his shoulders, a high-pitched squeal tearing out the back of your throat as you reach your climax. He's sucking it up, swallowing every drop you give him, swapping your orgasm for his spit. He's relentless, not pulling away despite having already made you climax.

You're attempting to yank him off you which is met with a smack, echoing through the room as his hand makes contact directly with your oversensitive clit. You whine in response and he shoves your body higher into the pillows, not showing any signs of stopping. Except his previous slow pace is met with relentless touches, a faster pace causing any coherent argument to flee your mouth, words exchanged for moans and cries.

His fingers are back in your cute little hole, thrusting into you brutally with intent this time while his warm tongue is back onto you. Your puffy and sensitive, hot tears rolling down your face now which he watches with an evil glint in his eyes, maintaining eye contact with you. His other hand is holding onto your side, arm wrapped tightly around your leg in an attempt to keep his aim focused and precise despite your body resisting his actions.

You're gasping now, attempting to take deep breaths in, filling your lungs to their capacity before being swept away by him again. Hardly breathing, your hips are grinding into his face as he greedily takes everything you give him.

The nails on his fingers scrape against your walls but it doesn't hurt as your fingers pull the sheets closer to you. The only cohesive thought running through your head is his name, over and over as some sort of chant. Every action of his is intentional, drawing every noise and action out of you as he can. Its brutal, tongue focusing on your bud hard and fast as his fingers glide in and out, the wet sounds echoing in the room.

Thighs trembling, your eyes flew open, propping yourself up onto your elbows, almost screaming. "Waka, Waka, fuck stop, stop I'm, I'm losing it, fuck babe stop..." But your cries went unheard, him grinning from his position reflecting in his eyes as he stared you down into submission.

It was something you had never felt before, completely out of your control as you gasped, his name leaving your lips in a scream. You had no idea it could be done but there you were, literally squirting all over his fingers and face. He quickly removed his fingers from you, placing his lips instantly onto your leaking hole in an attempt to catch anything he could taste. The sight alone brought you towards your second climax, yet again creaming into his mouth for him to devour.

White noise flooded your ears, falling into the pillows, you were too far gone to make any noise, focusing on breathing. It felt like drowning or setting your whole body on fire, too overwhelming to comprehend or fight against.

He holds onto your thighs with both hands, arms wrapped tight to keep you close to him, shaking his hair out and laughing. His face was flushed and his hips stilled against the mattress, coming down from his own high as well.

He's grinning and shaking his head in disbelief, and the evil fucker that he is releasing a sigh like you would after taking down gulps of water from a bottle. "I've only ever seen that on porn sites, I can't believe this whole time you could do that and have never shown me." At this comment, you sit up and slap his shoulder in disgust, causing him to hiss when your hand makes an impact where your nails left lines.

"You're fucking horrible, I CAN NOT believe you got off at my expense. Never again you devil." He's smiling at you as he moves to your level on the bed, pressing his lips onto yours, suffocating any will to argue as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. He pulls back and swipes some hair from your eyes.

"Oh you're doing it again, but on my cock this time."

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