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10. don't look back
★ pairings: plug!wakasa imaushi x f!reader
★ synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your bf stop you from finding ur hubby)
★ content warning: smut, angst, lotta porn w a lotta plot, car sex, dealer wakasa, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, so much more...
★ a/n: so so so sorry for leaving yall on a cliffhanger like that ughhh!! momma loves u all. anyway not much to say about this one, so enjoy! hope yall brought tissues :)
★ w.c.; 7.1k
CONFUSION DISTORTED YOUR FACE. Your heart skipped another beat, and then another. The warmth of the room seemed to dissipate, leaving a chilling silence in its wake. The symphony of anticipation within your chest faltered, eyes widening as they scanned the messages on the screen – your phone.
Shit, you thought. Shit, Shit, Shit... you had been foolish enough to leave your phone behind in a drunken haze.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?" You murmured softly, your voice betraying your confusion.
"You're full of shit," he chuckled humorlessly. His eyes met yours and they were dark, emotionless. "Waka? Of all fucking people, too?"
His voice sent shivers up your spine. It didn't make any sense; you had done everything right... so, why now? Your eyes fell to the cigar in his hand, white at the tip from the ash. You swallowed the lump in your throat and said, "Babe, I don't even know–"
"Don't call me that," He retorted rather bluntly. "Don't play dumb with me, girl."
"I'm not playing dumb," You answered.
"We both saw those fucking messages," He spat, taking another hit of his cigar before he tapped it into the ashtray. "Least you could do is tell the truth."
"It's out of context," you hissed, in some feeble attempt at getting him to believe you. "It's not what it looks like, I–"
"WHAT IS IT, THEN?" Takeomi slammed his fist on the table. You jumped at the sound, face burning a bit with the heat of your embarrassment. You wanted to say something, but it appeared as if all coherent thought had successfully left your body. Your mouth was glued shut.
Takeomi shook his head with a sigh, rising from the loveseat in a manner that had you backing away from him. You knew what he was capable of doing to you. Given that the two of you were alone right now, you prepared for the worst. Takeomi had you cornered.
