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sinbuseven · 4 years ago

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Commissioned By @fic-dumpster

Type: Full Length [ 2K to 4K ]

Word Count: 2.2K

Pairing: Imaushi Wakasa x Single Mom!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Breeding Kink.

Authors Note: I made the format cute and different because I failed at the Kokonoi assignment. 🙏🏻 Forgive me. This is all fluff because... I just needed some self indulgent fluff and you gave me so much wiggle room. 😂💕 MDNI.

Imaushi thinks you're funny.

At least that's what Shinichiro used to tell you before he passed. Without the eldest Sano your friend group seemed to splinter and crack; a few days or not answering the group chat became a few months and then was only the occasional "Happy Holidays!" each year. It's something that bothers you every time you think about it because you miss the way things were between the five of you.

But especially you and Imaushi.

Life went on, though. You grew up, got married, had a kid— then divorced and moved back home. Boy, was that something.

"Senju?" You smirked at the girl you could remember seeing in diapers, bouncing your own little one on your hip. She was beaming; having stumbled across one another at the mall of all things seemed a little to convenient to be a coincidence.

"Y/N!" The young boy trailing behind her was giving you a wide-eyed stare that was a bit uncomfortable, but you decided to just ignore it for the time being.

"Look at you! How's life been treating you?" You weren't completely ignorant to the way things worked around here now, but it was still funny to you that Brahman was run by a kid you could remember being afraid of centipedes.

"It's been great!" And you believe her, because Takeomi had helped you secure your apartment and rambled about how successful things had been for them as you put together your bedframe.

It's good to see her; when you wave her off later and her little friend — Takemichi, you think — is still staring like you're some kind of apparition you give him a smile that has a little too much bite.

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

"Wakumi." The toddler is giving you a very decisive side eye, holding her popsicle with all the care an almost two year old can manage.

"You can't—" She promptly sticks it in her mouth, completely uncaring about fact she'd just dropped it on the dirty ground. It makes your teeth ache; you swipe a hand down your face and pray for patience.

"Right. Okay." Wakumi giggles as you rise from your crouched position and take her hand to tug her along. Usually you would carry her because she's not quite quick enough to keep up, but today she had thrown a fit to walk; you'd swallowed down your frustration and agreed to simply move at a snails pace with her.

"Mama—!" She's pointing with her other hand, popsicle balanced between her teeth so she can garble around it. The rest of her sentence goes over your head between the nonsensical sounds and her frozen treat, but you follow her little finger and catch yourself grinning.

"His hair is pretty, huh?" Of course she spotted Imaushi. The man's hair is colored brightly enough that her little eyes are wide; she's completely hypnotized. It's unsurprising— you are too, after all, just for different reasons.

Arashi spots you first, nudging his friend as the two of you approach. You don't acknowledge the way his violet eyes still give you goosebumps. Wakumi hasn't stopped staring and it makes you bite back giggles when both men take note of her.

"Go on, 'Umi."

"Pretty hair!" Is what she manages to blurt out and Arashi barks out a laugh with you when Imaushi squats across from her with a lazy smile.

"Thank you, little princess."

At that exact moment, your brain short circuits.

Oh. Oh man. Your daughter lights up and you feel your own cheeks heating as she shyly tries to tuck herself behind your leg. Typically you would try to correct her misuse of a "thank you" but your brain was too busy trying to reboot. Now you're staring; when he glances up and notices, the grin he'd been wearing only grows.

"Hey, Y/N." You let out a hum that makes Arashi snort and abruptly you're assaulted by the reminder that your entire friend group knew about your giant crush on Imaushi Wakasa. Even the man himself.

A crush you'd thought you'd outgrown over the years, but when faced with his familiar features you realize you had definitely not.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" Wakumi is clinging to your leg as she sucks on her popsicle, intelligent eyes flickering between you and the two men curiously.

"Just running some errands for Takeomi." It's pointedly vague and you nod a bit, reaching down to untangle your daughter's fingers from your dress and hold her hand.

"You should come by sometime. We can catch up." When they nod, Wakumi once again starts babbling; her tiny hand gesturing at the window of one of the stores. Occasionally she says something that makes sense, and it makes you grin proudly, turning to give her your full attention as Arashi answers a call.

Imaushi laughs.

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"Fuck, Y/N." You mewl softly as Imaushi kneads the flesh of your thighs, leaning in to kiss you softly while you squirm on his lap.

Wakumi is asleep.

Tucked away nice and safe in her bed as the bottle of wine finally slipped passed your defenses. The rest of your friends had all headed out an hour earlier and you'd been a bit too excited about the man underneath you staying.

The movie you'd put on was long forgotten when he started tracing patterns along your arms; it didn't take you long to cave and scramble into his embrace. His lashes are pretty against his cheeks as you pull away from the kiss, hands cupping his face.

"Careful, or I'll be giving you another baby." It's a joke— except your thighs flex under his palms in a pitiful attempt to snap together and his lazy eyes sharpen on yours.

"Oh? Like that idea, hm?" He's rasping it against your mouth, shifting to grind his erection into your slick core. There are too many clothes between you, you decide, hands instinctively running down him in the hopes of removing a few layers—

"Mama!" Imaushi chuckles at the soft whimper you let out, gently nudging you into motion when your lips form a pout.

"Go on, I'll wait." Your heart flutters as you wriggle off his lap and stumble to your daughters room; you decide right then you must be in love.

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"I'm glad you're okay." Because even though now you're all grown up and toting a toddler around, you remember being in a gang. The dangers only get worse and worse the older you get; the fact all your childhood friends are still alive and kicking is a testament to their badassery.

"Just a few bumps and bruises." Comes down the line as you pinch the phone between your ear and shoulder, stirring the pot in front of you as Wakumi squeals to be picked up.

"Baby— ah, shit— shoot!" You correct quickly when her socks send her to the floor, letting out a small sigh when she screeches in response. Hefting her up into your arms, you put the burner on low and carry her to the living room.

"Catastrophe happen?" Imaushi is amused, and you roll your eyes over her head when Wakumis dramatics stall in an attempt to listen in.

"Her socks teamed up with the tile floor to beat her up." She's crying again and you put him on speaker, setting the phone on the arm of the couch so you can wrap her up in your arms.

"Oh no, little princess!" You bite back a snicker when she perks up, dramatic sobs quieting to small whimpers so that she can hear him clearly.

"Did those mean ol' socks hurt your feelings?" She garbled out a "yes!" enthusiastically that you're not even sure he understood— but he carries on anyway and you try to wipe the grin off your face.

"Do I need to beat them up?"

"Yes!" Then she's wriggling around to head for the phone, grinning when she snatches it off off couch to yell down at it. Imaushis laughter echoes around your living room and you smile. It's... nice. Comforting.

"Alright, tell your mama to open the door, then." Now you're scrambling, eyes wide when there's a teasing knock at the door.

Wakumi squeals when you yank it open, shoving by you to latch onto Imaushis leg with eager laughter.

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"She loves you." Your murmuring to him as the two of you watch Wakumi toddle around her bedroom. She's setting up the tea party that she'd forced Imaushi to agree to through a series of well placed tears and giggles.

"I love her too." It felt like he was saying more than that when his eyes flickered up to meet yours, a small grin tilting the corners of his lips around the sucker that had taken residence in his mouth.

"... her dad hasn't called since we got here. I think she's, uh, projecting a bit." His smile fades, eyes moving across your features before returning to Wakumi.

"He's a peice of shit." The drawl seems unbothered, but you knew better when his normally droopy eyes focused in on her once more. She's putting on a crown — it's lopsided, but when you offer to help she gives you the stink eye — and then turns smugly to Imaushi.

"Princess." The word makes his eyes widen briefly before he chuckles and lurches forward, lifting her into the air as she squeals. He presses a kiss to her temple before she insists on being put back down and hustles him to the little table where shes set up her plastic tea set.

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"Daddy!" You and Imaushi freeze, turning to the distraught child who has loudly declared that he is her dad. She's sprinting as fast as her little legs will carry her, stumbling enough you catch yourself half jumping up to aid her before sitting back on the bench.

Nevermind the fact her actual dad has finally graced the two of you by agreeing to meet up at the local park, almost a year after you left him. He's just watching this scene unfold with narrowed eyes. He's visibly angry, red crawling up his neck and face, when she limps her way into Imaushis arms, tears trailing down chubby cheeks.

"Oh no!" Wakumi howls, sobbing.

It takes a second to calm her down enough to realize shes not hurt— she's just upset that her stocking ripped, and you're still scrambling for a way to explain that Imaushi isn't her dad when your ex storms over.

"Seriously, Y/N?" Wakumi is still settled on her pseudo-father figures lap when he addresses you, and you're preparing for the impending argument—

"Shut up and move on. If she's forgotten you, it's your own fault for never showing interest. You don't get to come and go as you like and expect there not to be consequences." It's really not his place to intervene, but you don't say anything.

Because when you turn and watch him brush his fingers through her little curls, narrowed eyes softening when he looks down at her, you realize that maybe it should be. Your ex opens and closes his mouth a few times before Wakumi remembers that he's supposed to be playing with her and turns to garner his attention again.

It's the last time the two of you see him.

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"Wakasa—" His hand covers your mouth, a smirk curling his lips as your legs tighten around his waist. Shushing you sweetly, he basks in the way you whimper and writhe under his attention.

"Wanna— fuck— give you another baby. Make me a daddy again—" He groans when your pussy flutters around him; the delicious drag against your walls has you teary eyed. The whispers go on, dropped directly into your ear as he pistons into your core.

Your panting behind his palm, trying your damnedest to stay quiet. Wakumi is in her room down the hall but she's ended up in your bed the past few nights; it feels like a race against the clock as your orgasm teases your senses.

"C'mon, angel, cum for me. One more time. Let me feel you." Imaushis crooning finally throws you over the edge, and you choke back a sob as he follows after you. He droops over you, being careful not to crush you, and the two of you take a moment to just... be.

For two seconds, anyway.

"Mama? Daddy?" Imaushi chuckles when your daughter knocks at the door; rolling off of you to tug his sweats on and you scramble for your own pajamas just before he opens the door.

It's only been a few weeks since he moved in; almost two years since the two of them met, but—

He lifts her into his arms while she rubs her little eyes, letting her droop against his shoulder as you pull the covers back for them to join you. Imaushi leans back, letting her starfish across his torso and tugging the blankets up around the two of them. You lean over to kiss the back of her head, then him, before settling down with a smile.

Imaushi is a good daddy; you wonder when you should tell him he's got another one on the way.

#its soooOOO GOOD #nsf #w #tr #fics

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