AND IMAGINE. a headlock (i think its the name) with his arm like LOOK AT THE BICEPS AND THE TATTOOS 🙏🙏
OHMYFUCKINGGOD those arms around your head would squeeze sosososo good!!! your would cheeks get all cutely squished up mhmgh (i need to be sedated)
⤷ now i present you with: a gift. enjoy beebs 𖹭
it's all fun n games...
syp: MDNI f!reader x wakasa cw; needy!wakasa, jealousy, headlocks, drunk sex, semi-public sex, creampie; wakasa finds his girlfriend at the club getting 'harassed' n gets clingy... ᝰ.ᐟ
wc: (1.5k)
wakasa didn't want to be here, it was shin's idea, and a poor one at that—another desperate attempt to get laid.
the music in the club was obnoxiously loud, an overly remixed song that hurts his ears. does anyone actually like this garbage? he sits at the crowded bar, sweaty bodies pressing in closely on both sides, sipping on his half-empty beer. the bartenders are buzzing around, taking orders, mixing drinks and dodging poor attempts at flirting from the drunk patrons. wakasa rolls his eyes, fed up with everything, to top it off he lost sight of that lanky jackass in the sea of the packed dance floor.
all he wanted to do was go home to you, he missed you terribly.
his eyes fixate on the condensation rolling down his beer glass, the lingering feeling of your lips pressed against his cheek, hearing your sweet voice bid him goodbye that morning. honestly, he should've yanked you back inside, kept you in bed with him all day. at least then he'd be with you, holding you tightly.
so imagine his surprise when he turns, droopy lilac eyes scanning the crowd and freezes.
the last thing he expected to see was you, here, on the dance floor, with some random guy's hands on your hips like you were his. wakasa's vision clouds, hands balled into fists and ready to pummel that jerks face into the dirt. how dare he touch what doesn't belong to him. every step carries him closer to you, walking with purpose and menace, despite the bored look on his face there's an aura of power radiating off wakasa—people part like the red sea, evading the short terror.
your gaze snaps up at his approach, relief shining in your eyes while your hands shove at the stranger who has still yet to let go.
"waka—"
his hand closes around your wrist and yanks, pulling you into his side, away from the creep. "hands off." he snarls, just barely loud enough over the music, but the cold, dark edge to his voice is clear. the prick rolls his eyes, completely inebriated, stalking off to find another poor woman to bother. the second he's gone wakasa is dragging you after him, pushing through the thick throng of people.
where he intends to take you is a mystery, the alcohol in your system making it hard to focus on much else besides the tight grip wakasa has on your hand. that is until he's dragging you into a deserted bathroom—a rare feat at a club—his body pressing your back into the cold metal of the stall door.
"you okay?" he whispers, face buried into your chest, like you'll slip right through his fingers if he lets go.
instantly your hands are on his face, tipping it upwards to meet your eyes. "i'm fine—"
"he didn't touch you elsewhere, right?"
"no, the asshole just grabbed my hips..."
wakasa exhales sharply, anger slowly ebbing away. he kisses you then, crashing his lips into yours, staking his claim like he has a point to prove—whether to himself or to you is unknown. large hands paw at your body, insistent and greedy, hiking up the hem of your dress up several inches. thigh weaseling it's way between your legs, spreading them apart as his fingers dance along the edge of your underwear.
his touch sets your skin on fire, closing your legs around his hand, "we can't— not here." you whisper, jolting when his finger dips under the band of your panties. bunching them to the side.
"don't care. just need you... right now." wakasa ignores your poor attempt to stop him, there's no use in lying—he can feel how wet you are for him, how badly you crave him. wouldn't be the first time you've indulged his neediness.
(y'all are banned from numerous places.)
you arch into his hands, falling pliant as he works two fingers into you. long thin fingers scissor you open, plunging in hard and fast, and curling up in the way he knows breaks you.
normally wakasa takes his time, slowly driving you mad with subtle touches throughout the day; a kiss at the nape of your neck, right by your fluttering pulse. a guiding hand on your lower back, fingers dipping under the hem of your top. claiming it was an 'innocent' slip up. a firm slap on the ass, palm rubbing at the sore spot. making sure you never forget he's there, but never giving you what you truly want.
tonight is an exception.
he needs to hear you crying out his name while you fall apart, legs shaking under you. wakasa will stop at nothing to achieve that goal: to remind you who you belong to.
the door to the bathroom swings opens, a giggly swarm of girls stumbling in, streams of the music sweep in along with them. your eyes go as wide as saucers, heart beating a million miles a minute. attempting to wriggle out of his grasp.
oh no you don't, he thinks.
wakasa pulls his fingers out with a pop, forcing you to spin, pressing your chest flush with the cold stall door. a tattooed arm loops around your neck, squishing your face in the crook of his elbow.
"you're not going anywhere." he whispers lowly in your ear, as he works himself free from his pants, pushing his cock at your sticky, glistening folds.
(the only saving grace is that these stalls are floor to ceiling with zero gaps, but while no one can look inside, it doesn't stop sounds from escaping out. and the music in the club can only cover so much.)
his tip catches on your entrance, spreading your slick before he slowly eases into you. grinding along the curve of your perfect ass, plundering deep in your hot, wet pussy. until finally burying himself to the hilt, snug inside.
the shuffling and tittering by the sinks dies down, in it's wake is the faint murmurs: "do you guys hear that?" "that's not—" "is someone fucking in here?!"
your pussy flutters around him, the sticky sounds bounce off the metal walls. it's obscene and filthy.
biting down on your bottom lip does little, your choked gasp creeps out. guess he'll have to keep you quiet too. waka snakes his left arm up, and those same fingers that were in your cunt are shoved between your lips, tasting the tang of your own arousal.
the group flees with muttered protests of disgust. finally some peace and quiet.
now the real fun can begin.
"be quiet." wakasa hisses, "or don't. let that fucking bastard hear how you well you take me."
the dry chuckle he lets out rumbles against your back, tinged with all that repressed jealousy he bottled up.
his right arm tightens around your neck, locking you into place against his solid chest. the headlock makes it a bit difficult to breathe, mind going hazy as wakasa plows his girthy cock in with fast and brutal thrusts.
every roll of his hips screams: "mine mine mine."
and you feel every inch of him. succumbing to the waves of pleasure crashing through you. tongue swirling around mindlessly the digits pressed between your lips. the blunt head of his cock hits your sweet spot with ungodly accuracy that has you going crossed eyed.
whether on accident or not, every snap of his hips align with the bass thudding through the walls. he latches his mouth onto the back of your neck, muffling his groan against your skin. teeth dig in, sharp and painful. it's not the first mark he's left on your body—certainly won't be the last either. pink tongue darting out to lick at the red spots blossoming.
wakasa fucks you like a man gone feral.
"nggh—haa... waka—"
it hits you like a truck. legs turning to jelly as you cum, a creamy ring forming around his cock. whimpering as drool leaks down your chin and into his palm.
it's mind blowing how tightly your pussy grips him.
"i love you. i love you. iloveyou..." waka growls, each word punctuated between thrusts, like a mantra.
wakasa's hips stutter, bucking wildly as heat floods your insides. hot ropes of cum spilling into you—milking him. sucking out every last drop.
the two of you are breathing heavily, slumped into the stall door. you hiss when wakasa pulls out, his seed already starting to leak out. he promptly tugs your panties back into place with a gentle tap—the sticky mess trapped between your thighs.
"c'mon, let's go home." wakasa says casually, like he doesn't just rearrange your guts out of pure jealousy.
you should be embarrassed when you emerge, getting dirty looks from the people who bore witness to your debauchery—instead you feel just the tiniest bit smug.
the music hits you both in the face when you exit the bathroom, the bass rattling your bones. it reeks of sweat and alcohol, hot and musky. and there in the middle of the dancefloor, flailing like an uncoordinated circus clown, shinichiro. the two of you snort at the ridiculous display, shaking your heads as you make your way to the exit.
walking hand in hand, sinfully mussed up and glowing.
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Kiss Because of Confessed Feelings with Wakasa Imaushi
Wakasa Imaushi x Gen!Reader
Warnings: none, fluffy as hell, vv cute
Word Count: 0.6k
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Wakasa knows that your bravery is incredible. How do you protect the people you care so deeply for? He always admired you for that. That’s how it started away as admiration. He’d watch as you protected the other gang members, even if they were members you’d never met beforehand. He thought your kindness was naïve at first, but it’s something he’s grown to really like about you. Of course, you’ve grown popular because of your kindness, and you’d get quite a few admirers from it. Something that irked Wakasa to no end.
Whenever an admirer confesses their feelings, you politely reject them, and they’d feel less irked. Wanting a concrete answer as to what was happening, Wakasa went to Shinichiro for advice.
“You seriously don’t know?” Shinichiro asks his weirdly dense friend.
“No, that’s why I’m asking you,” Wakasa replies with his signature bored expression. Shinichiro gave Wakasa a look before continuing.
“Well, it seems to me,” Shinichiro starts. “That you might have a thing for Y/N.”
“Huh?” Wakasa utters, shocked.
“Yeah, I think you like them,” Shinichiro repeats. Wakasa never thought about that possibility. However, he would have to admit that you are beautiful. Maybe that is the case.
So, ever since Shinichiro helped him understand his real feelings for you, he became a small mess because of it. Any time you sat by him during meetings or you guys were paired up to do things, he was a mess. However, he’d never outwardly show it; he’d try to keep his normal composure around you. Little did he know, you are way more observant than that. You notice how he always made a point of avoiding your touch and compliments. Something he never did before.
One day, while the two of you were sitting together at a park late at night waiting for Shinichiro, you figured you should ask.
“What’s up with you lately?” you question. “You’ve been acting strange.”
“Strange?” Wakasa asks. He knows exactly what you mean, but for his own sake, he’s playing dumb.
“Yeah, you don’t talk to me as much, and you’ve been weirdly distant,” you say. “Did I do something to upset you?”
“No,” he says simply.
“No?” you repeat, wanting him to go on, but he doesn’t. “Okay, then what is it?” Wakasa doesn’t know whether he should be honest. He knows you reject pretty much everyone, so he’s sure you’ll do the same with him. He remembers how Shinichiro said it’s essential to be confident when it comes to romance. However, Shinichiro isn’t exactly known for his courting skills. But maybe it’s worth a shot.
“I like you,” he simply says.
“Huh?” You’re in complete shock.
“I have for some time now,” he admits.
“Really? I had no idea,” you try to think if you’ve seen or recollected any signs, but you come up short.
“Well, yeah, anyway,” Wakasa says, wanting to change the subject.
“I like you too,” you blurt. Wakasa’s eyes widen in surprise. This he did not expect.
“You do?” he asks.
“Yeah, I have since joining,” you tell him. “I just never said anything because I didn’t think you cared about stuff like that.”
“Well, you’re wrong about that,” he says somewhat jokingly.
“Seems so,” you agree. You reach out your hand for Wakasa, who takes it easily. He uses your hand to pull you close to him, and when your face is a few inches away from his, you kiss him without hesitation. As you kiss, you feel his fingers interlock with yours more affectionately, and his thumb rubs over your hand. The best first kiss you could ask for.
Street Racer! Wakasa who loves when you hype him up before a race, and always demands the sloppiest, hottest kisses from you before he's gotta go.
Street Racer! Wakasa who gives you the craziest back shots after every win.
Street Racer! Wakasa who finds it so cute how worried you get about these dangerous street races he always does, especially when you can't be there to watch.
Street Racer! Wakasa who takes you to his favorite spot after a victory. That park with the amazing view of the city from above, set up perfectly on high ground.
Street Racer! Wakasa who always starts feeling himself when other guys stare, jaws dropping when he brings you along to his races. He loves the way they give him such envious looks.
Street Racer! Wakasa who loves to show you all about cars, giving you little lessons and things.
Street Racer! Wakasa that fantasizes and daydreams regularly about fucking you in or on top of his car, even during his races.
Street Racer! Wakasa who loves his pretty little passenger princess.
AN: Umm this was just supposed to be a drabble i have no idea how it became this but.. enjoy ig lmao. Update: I switched it all to his first name since I used his surname accidentally 🗿
Word Count: 2.2k (yes i get carried away what about it hmm)
Contains: Legit just fluff lol, princess is used, fem reader is implied but i don’t think pronouns are specified at all, partially inspired by fall out boy (mainly Irresistable and Immortals) since i find their music extremely fitting for the formation of black dragon :>
Listening to Fall Out Boy! with teen Wakasa and Shinichiro, hanging out in the ravenettes room after school.
Wakasa, signature lollipop in hand, sat on the bed, bored eyes surveying the room as he occasionally tinkered with Shinichiro’s belongings.
Shin was sitting at a rough old desk in the center of the room, staring intently at an old bike engine he was ‘sure as hell’ that he could fix up.
I sat in between the two, fiddling with a pencil and staring down diligently at my homework.
Out of the three of us, I attended school the most and was expected to keep my grades up. Second came Wakasa, who, despite skipping a lot to manage gang activities, was naturally gifted or so in school, managing to pass his classes with minimal effort. Last came Shinichiro. How that kid hadn’t been kicked out of school yet was a mystery to all. He was currently failing multiple classes, but whenever Waka or I would offer to tutor him, he would run off and get into a fight or continue working on his bikes.
“Hey Waka.”
“Yeah?” He replied
“I know you skip school all time time but do you know how to do this equation? Precalc is kicking my ass right now!” I sighed, banging my ahead against one of Shin’s pillows.
“Probably…. Here lemme take a look at it yeah?” Waka mumbled, slowing rising from his position on the bed and inching towards me.
“ EUREKA!!” Shin yelled, shooting up from his seat as his desk. He joyfully beamed down at the old engine in front of him.
“The fuck Shin? You scared the shit outta me man!” Wakasa sighed dramatically, dragging a hand through his messy blonde hair. My eyes lingered on the sight for a bit, internally sighing at how pretty he was without trying. I really didn’t blame all the girls for liking him. Despite the fact that he was a major delinquent in the area, he was genuinely a good guy, an attractive one at that.
“ Waka! I just hit the gold mine of the bike world! This engine looks amazing I gotta go try it out!” He scrambled from his desk to his door, engine and tools in tow.
“I’m gonna set up my bike with the new engine! I’ll be back in a bit. Waka, you better not pull any moves on Y/N! You hear me!” Shin trailed off, sprinting recklessly down the stairs and towards the garage, most likely tripping along the way. I rolled my eyes.
“That idiot” Waka and I said simultaneously. I giggled.
“No seriously, one day he’s gonna fall down the stairs and wind up in a hospital bed for a few months, not that that’s new.” I smiled, reminiscing on the times when Waka and I would visit Shin in the hospital after large fights. Despite being a gang leader, he typically suffered the most serious injuries due to his recklessness.
I could practically hear Wakasa smirk as he finally settled onto the floor, turning his head to face me.
“That idiot really is reckless isn’t he.” He rolled his eyes. “He always warns me to not pull any moves on you, wonder if he has a crush on ya’ huh?” He chided, pushing my shoulder childishly.
“WHATT?? No way Waka, don’t even joke about that!” I waved my hands around, frantically, feeling a warmth spread to the tips of my ears. “We see each other as siblings! Nothing more…”I trailed off.
“Woah there Princess! You seem real defensive now, ya’ sure you’re not the one crushin’ on Shin?” Once again his devilish, albeit handsome, smirk resurfaced, causing me to glare at him.
“How could I have a crush on him with the amount of math homework I have! I thought you were gonna help me with it hmm?” I shrugged, thankful I could get away from the topic of crushes.
If Waka found out I had a crush, much less had a crush on him, I for sure wouldn’t hear the end of it. Shin had already figured out my feelings towards the boy. How? I had no clue. His teasing was relentless though, especially when we were in front of the ‘white leopard’ himself. The reason why Shinichiro would throw out lame remarks like “don’t pull any moves” or “stay in your lane, Waka” was more of a way to tease me than the blond, knowing that I would get flustered every time he insinuated something going on between the two of us.
“Hmm? Changing the topic so soon princess? C’mon I wanna know about your crush! Don’t think Shin didn’t tell me about it!” He chided. I felt my stomach do flips at the thought of Shin embarrassing me without my knowledge.
“Although he did leave out some real important information ya’ know, he didn’t say who ya’ were crushin’ on. I’m real curious, so why don’t ya’ tell me hmm?”
At that moment I wanted to sprint up from my spot on the floor, dart into Shinichiro’s room in the garage, and smack the delinquency outta him. He had some nerve telling my secrets to Wakasa Imaushi of all people.
“Shin doesn’t know how to keep his damn mouth shut, does he…” I mumbled, avoiding the blond’s intense gaze in my direction.
“Look at me. I wanna hear about your crush yeah!” Waka chided once again. The air was thicker this time though. He spoke as if he could sense my anxiety and wanted to lighten the mood. Despite his pleading, I continued to look away, finding interest in the disorganized bookshelf in the corner of Shin’s room.
“Princess..” I heard him sigh, and some shuffling. I expected him to give up, maybe go back to sitting on Shin’s bed or even grab my homework to help me as he promised. What I wasn’t expecting was a rough, but warm, hand to softly grasp around the bottom half of my face, gently turning it towards the owner of said hand. I slightly flinched upon contact but quickly melted into the warmth, much faster that I would’ve liked. Despite the physical reorientation of my face, I kept my eyes averted, knowing that the warmth from the tips of my ears had long spread to the apples of my cheeks, dousing me in an embarrassing red hue.
“Y/N.. why do shy hmm? You can look at me ya’ know, don’t know what got ya’ so damn embarrassed all of a sudden.” He continued. “Ah! Unless you have a crush on me that is. I could see why you’d be so mad at that idiot!” He chuckled, his boyish charm and airy laugh almost completely distracting me from what he just said.
Upon comprehension, my eyes widened but I stayed quiet. How the hell do you reply to something like that? I had no idea, but at that moment I knew that I wanted to crawl under Shin’s bed and pretend nothing existed.
“Hmm? Earth to Y/N? You don’t actually have a crush on me do ya’?” He continued to hold my face. It was then that I realized just how close Wakasa had gotten to me, close enough for me to smell the faint aroma of sweetness from his lollipop and the dusty scent of his cologne mixed with sweat that had faded drastically since the morning. I exhaled.
“Ya’ know Wakasa, this wasn’t exactly how I pictured confessing…” I trailed off a bit, taking another breath before continuing. “Yeah, I do have a crush on you, I’ve liked you for a while now. ‘Was just gonna stay quiet and let it go away but Shin kept pushing me to confess! All of that “don’t pull any moves” crap was his way of teasing me… ‘wanted to embarrass me in front of you since I refused to confess.” I paused, still maintaining a piercing eye contact with the bookshelf in the corner. I could feel Waka’s breath brush my ear, and I knew that if I made eye contact I wouldn’t be able to finish my sentence without becoming a stuttering mess. “Look, Wakasa, I’m not expecting you to fell the same or anything, I just don’t wanna ruin what we have-“ I was cut off by a shocking sweetness and the feeling of hot breath panning over the bottom half of my face. Surprised, I fully faced the boy, making eye contact. My eyes raked over his face, noticing just how warm his face had gotten, the peachy color of his ears and cheeks mirroring mine. As my eyes fell upon my lips, I noticed that the signature stick of a lollipop was long gone, and it struck me. In order to shut me up, Wakasa had taken his lollipop and pushed it into my mouth, the action enough to disrupt my speech and further fluster me. At the realization, I couldn’t stop myself from twirling my tongue around the candy, the sweetness of the treat combined with the thought of it being an indirect kiss enough to bring a shiver down my spine.
“Wow Y/N… can’t say I expected that..” He chucked, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “Before you go off embarrassing yourself why don’t you hear out my side of the story hmm?” I nodded, still disheveled from the previous few moments.
“I don’t know why you expected me to reject you.. I mean I’ve liked you for months now man. Shinichiro always teased me for being ‘super fuckin’ obvious’ with my feelings but I guess he was wrong.” He smirked again, except this time there was a certain warmth behind it, not being as sinister as his usual expressions.
“Lemme take ya’ on a date, yeah? Shinichiro’s treat since that dumbass always makes us embarrass ourselves..” he mumbled, shaking his head at the thought of the ravenette tinkering away at his engine without a thought in the world.
“Hmm princess? Whatcha still quiet for? You’re not rejecting my offer are ya’? He chided poking my cheek. Feeling a sudden wave of confidence wash over me, I popped the lollipop from my mouth and reached forward to grab the boy’s collar, pulling his face towards mine. Our lips made contact, and even though my eyes were squinted shut, I could practically see the wide eyed expression on Imaushi’s face. Despite the suddenness of it, Waka kissed back whole heartedly, soft and slightly rougher lips mingling together, the subtle flavor of the lollipop sweetening the experience. I deepened the kiss, throwing my arms around his neck, practically straddling his hips. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, pressing his lips to mine even hungrier than before.
The kiss seemed to carry on for decades, only to be cut short by the two of us gasping for air, internally cursing our lungs for needing oxygen to survive. Surviving off of kisses alone seemed far more appealing. Upon breaking apart, we both took quick breaths, basking in each other’s presence. Remembering my original plan, a cheeky smile covered my face. Taking the lollipop from before, the one I still held in my hand, I lifted it to Wakasa’s lips, pushing the candy back into his mouth, much like he had done before. He jumped a bit, one hand coming to grab at my hands, the other going towards his mouth, brushing over the stick and then his lips.
“You can’t just do that!! Damn that’s embarrassing!” He whined, pushing me off of him and wrestling me to the floor, reversing the way we were positioned.
“Come on Waka! You did it to me before! Think of it as payback!” I smirked up at him, attempting to mimic the devilish smirks he always uses to his advantage.
“But that was different! You were going on and on about me rejecting you and blah blah blah-“
“OK OK! I get the point, dumbass…” I pouted. His arms fell around me, somewhat caging me in.
“Waka…”
“What’s up princess?” There he went with that nickname again, he really new how to fluster me without even lifting a finger.
“So if you reciprocate my feelings, then what does that make us now?” I slightly mumbled, a bit nervous to ask the question.
“We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now. Isn’t it obvious, you’re such a dumbass!” He sighed dramatically, playfully rolling his eyes. I teasingly punched him in the chest.
“I’m just makin’ sure asshole! You’re the one who acted all ‘lovey dovey’ when we were just friends! You’re not as easy to read as you think, ya’ know!” I pouted, once again, bringing my hand to my face to push away my hair.
Our conversation was cut short by the sound of light clapping, effectively causing us to turn our heads towards the source of the sound, the doorway. There stood Shinichiro, a towel draped over his shoulder and an old tool belt slung around his waist. He eyed us curiosly.
“Wow so you guys actually confessed huh? Fucking finally! Only took you like, 5 whole years!” He sighed dramatically, swiping his hand across his forehead. “You guys look mighty comfy’ there hmm? Better not have done anything weird in my room ya’ hear?!” He chuckled, receiving glares from the both of us.
“Shin, ya’ better start running now! ‘Cuz I have a few reasons as to why I wanna fuckin’ kill you!!”
