#FHAJHDFLAJKS sorry everybody i got feral again for the second time today :(

[kagejima]

🍠 anon pspspspspspsps and everybody else i guess too if you want to read a different piercer!wakatoshi AU fjsjfjejd

re-writing my reply to this (which i HIGHLY recommend reading first before you read this because if you don't you will be very lost when it comes to this re-write!)

bc like i said earlier, i wrote the reply when i was like dead asleep and i'm not happy with it at all, i know i can do better so i'm here to redeem myself fjdsfjklsa

again, this is NOT connected to "breathe in, breathe out". the only similarity is wakatoshi works as a piercer!

more thoughts under the cut (female reader, rough sex, a smidge of dacryphilia, jealous toshi, hair pulling, toshi being uhhh kinda pervy but just a little)

mood music: do it for me - rosenfeld

It’s your job.

It’s not like he caught you fucking the guy on the table.

At least that’s what Wakatoshi is trying to tell himself right now while he’s absolutely wrecking your shit.

He can’t help it though. All he can still see is you holding some other guy’s dick in your hand.

He had remembered the way you looked so desperate to work at the studio months ago. He doesn't blame you at all for trying so hard back then. It was one of the most, if not the most popular studio in the city. Of course you wanted to work there.

But everybody else's plates were already full - and you just looked so cute and sweet and he felt bad. He knew what it was like to try and get your foot in the door when it came to apprenticeships. He didn't know a damn fucking thing about piercing, only volleyball, so he's thankful his mentor took him on back then.

And he still to this day tells himself he was trying to be helpful , he was trying to pass it on...

When really if he had to tell the truth, it was because he wanted to fuck you and he didn't even know your name. He wanted to fuck you so bad that he couldn't even get through a whole ass conversation with you because he was so nervous over how cute you were.

But god, those months of being your mentor were torture.

Teaching you about all the different types of piercings and the equipment, quite literally watching over you, trying to not lose his composure every time you wore a dress into work or every time you would bend over to pick something up.

He doesn't even want to talk about the time he had to hold your tits in order to give you your nipple piercings.

The way he had to think of the vegetable he hated the most, stepping in dog shit, being stuck in traffic - literally any bad thing he could in order to not have his bulge brush against you as you laid there on the table...

Nothing ever went further than your professional relationship though in the time you worked under him.

Even though he desperately wanted you to be under him.

He was, after all, the most sought after piercer in the city by women due to his professional demeanor. He had a reputation to uphold. It could be ruined easily that he wasn't the man they thought he was if word spread he was fucking his apprentice.

So when your apprenticeship finished, he had breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he could actually ask you out on a date without the awkward power dynamic since you didn't work under him anymore. Maybe now things would be fine.

Or maybe he'd never be in contact with you ever again.

So when shop manager Daichi asked for Wakatoshi to bring him the applications for their opening from his office, and he saw your name and paper at the top of the stack...

His cock did the thinking for him.

Anything to see you again at this point.

Daichi still doesn't know to this day that the rest of the applications were thrown into the trash by Wakatoshi himself and he only brought him yours.

Fuck, you still don't know and you've worked at the shop for a few weeks now in close proximity to Wakatoshi. You thought it was weird how you were the only applicant, but you didn't question it since you would get to work with Wakatoshi again.

And when you had so sweetly asked Wakatoshi to sit in on one of your first clients, who was he to deny you?

He still hates to this day that he was stuck in traffic and arrived to the studio later than the scheduled appointment you had with your client. He hates that he didn't look at the paperwork that Daichi handed him on his way to his room so he could've been prepared for the sight of you holding another man's cock.

All the times he had tried to not get hard around you, all the times he had gone home and went to sleep hard because his mind drifted to thoughts of how he saw you weren't wearing any panties to work that day. Did you do that for him? Was it for him?

And there you were... just holding some guy's cock.

Remembering you were just doing your job didn't keep him from seeing red.

Remembering you were just doing your job didn't keep him from folding his arms and leaning back against the counter, his eyes narrowed and muscles bulging because he wanted to kick the guy's ass for moaning.

Remembering you were just doing your job didn't keep him from kicking a trash can a little bit in the office after the guy left because you looked up at him with those wide eyes and said the guy gave you his number.

He felt so WEIRD.

This wasn't him. He was usually so composed and calm - what the fuck kind of spell did you put on him that he wanted to kick the guy's ass just because you were holding on to his cock?

"It's because you want to fuck her, dumbass. But you can't because now she works with you, haHA! YOU DIDN'T THINK THIS THROUGH, DID YOU??" The voice in his head reminded him.

Jesus FUCKING christ.

He didn't even realize he asked you out to dinner until you had agreed to it.

Fuck, he doesn't even know now how he got through the whole dinner fine.

You really do have a hold on him.

And he knows he probably should feel bad right now, because you’re hiccupping and sobbing and begging him to give you a minute because your legs can’t stop trembling as they’re locked up and near his chest because he’s held you there for so long.

He knows he probably should let you down and let you rest.

You look so fucking cute though all whiney and sobby like this.

He isn’t a monster though.

So he lets you down.

And you think you’re in the clear - maybe you can finally rest on his bed, maybe you can ride him a little bit, let him relax.

But no, he’s far from done.

You yelp when he spins you around, bending you over so fast that your hands fly out to catch yourself so you don’t fall right into the wall.

Wakatoshi groans low as he pushes his thick cock back deep inside you.

You stay still like that, wondering what he’s going to do next.

You shiver when his hand reaches up and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling on it hard to get you to lift your head to look up at him.

And he sees it in your eyes.

Sees how you like it rough like this.

He doesn’t see that guy anymore.

"You gonna- fuck-- Gonna come on my cock again?" He growls, starting to thrust into you again.

Your hands are uselessly grabbing at the wall, you're answering him in little garbled noises, pushing yourself back against him to match his pace.

"You little v- hahh- vixen..." He moans, feeling you clamp down around him on purpose, "You thought you could break me down, didn't you?"

It was true.

Every time you wore a dress, every time you bent over, every time you didn't wear panties... All to see if he would do anything.

Anything at all.

He never did though.

So when one of your first clients was a dick piercing, of course you asked Wakatoshi to sit in on it.

Maybe that would finally get him to break.

You didn't need him to sit in on it. You knew what you were doing.

But you felt the jealousy radiating off of him in the room. You felt it after the guy left.

And you felt the sincerity in his voice when he apologized for his demeanor earlier and asked you out to dinner.

Jesus. What a man. The mere fact that Wakatoshi was seconds away from kicking a guy that you were definitely never going to see again's ass and forget about as soon as the guy walked out.

Because nothing could ever compare to Wakatoshi...

Nobody could compete with the hold Wakatoshi had on you either.

The tension at dinner was unbearable, you wanted him to fuck you in his car before you even went to dinner - but he didn't. He paid for dinner, of course, and he asked if you wanted to hang out together at his house.

"Like a sleepover?" You had asked on the way back to his car.

"Do you want it to be?" He had asked back when he unlocked the door.

Of course you did.

You didn't expect him to go this hard about it though. You didn't expect him to release all his pent-up frustration and energy as soon as you entered his house.

You didn't expect your dress to be ripped right down the side and on the floor as you two made out against his front door after he closed it. You didn't expect him to lift you up and carry you all the way up the stairs.

And you definitely didn't expect him to make you come three times already and still be going this hard.