Beautiful Mistake | Imaushi Wakasa

Untitled Part 5

The next morning Maeve had woken up and decided to leave all her duties till later and instead did her nails that desperately needed painting.

Maeve clicks the button on her lamp letting her nails harden under the UV rays. Pressing unpause on her phone letting music blare in her room.

"Shouldn't you be rotting in a ditch?" Maeve remarks not looking up already knowing it was the boy, instead choosing to examine her freshly painted nails, they were a beautiful lavender color.

"I see you're helping Shin's little brothers gang." Maeve didn't have to look up to know the man was smirking.

"That classifies as fraternizing with the enemy," he pauses leaning down, gripping her chin in his fingers. She had no idea when or how silently he walked to her but he was in front of her. He had leaned down so much she could see him perfectly, his purple almost black hair with blonde stripes pulled back into a ponytail contrasting from his beautiful white hair he donned years ago, his uninterested hazy eyes that were all but glaring down at her, his condescending smirk that he knew pissed her off, that also made girls drop their panties,  and that stupid lollipop stick popping out of his mouth.

"And you know I don't like that," he adds in a whisper leaning down to whisper it in her ear, as if those words popped the bubble she was in she jumped onto her feet keeping a healthy distance from the boy.

"Leave Mikey out of this," Maeve snarls glaring up at the boy who chuckles at her hostile look, to say she was beyond pissed couldn't describe it.

Wakasa circles her like a lion would do his prey and that's what she was, his prey that he was going to devour.

"Oooh, sensitive topic. Don't tell me you've caught feelings for Mini Sano," Wakasa smirks condescendingly already knowing that she in fact did not catch feelings for the Sano boy but that was the only thing he had in his artillery. For now.

Maeve glares at the man she used to call a friend for suggesting such a preposterous thing, she loved Mikey but not like that, never like that. "You have no right to tell me who I can love and who I can't, you-" Maeve started walking forward, jabbing a finger in his chest multiple times, until he cuts her off.

"Let me guess. You lost that right a long time ago," Wakasa mumbles grabbing her wrist before she can poke him again and instead spins her around moving her body closer to his, her body molding into his, her back to his front.

Maeve gulps trying to fight his tight grip, this couldn't be happening, she could have sworn she got rid of her Wakasa problem a while ago.

Wakasa loosens his grip letting her walk a couple of steps away and it was like she could finally breathe again.

It stayed silent for what felt like an eternity until he opened his mouth again, "You had everybody fooled you were so innocent," Wakasa says tilting her chin up and staring into her eyes, leaving his hand on her chin, and just like that everything came back, her heart rate picked up and butterflies erupted in her stomach.

***WARNING SMUT STARTS HERE. I REPEAT SMUT STARTS HERE. feel free to skip***

Just as she thinks Wakasa would end his torture he leans down to whisper in her ear, "but you were always our little whore."

Maeve had no idea when she ended up leaning against him, her back to his front but she did.

Wakasa leans down even more until he's eye level with her neck and nips at it, his bites growing harsher by the second.

"Had all of us wrapped around your little finger," he mumbles detaching himself from her neck for a second then coming back for more. Maeve closes her eyes throwing her head back with a moan. She had no idea what he was doing to her but she didn't want him to stop. Not now not ever.