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Facial ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

ᡣ𐭩 mdni! femreaderxroomatehee

ᡣ𐭩 wc: 3k

ᡣ𐭩 synopsis: heeseung as a roomate? he’s fine, as a friend? better. it’s just heeseung, just the dude who happens to watch you fold and put away your underwear, and happens to watch you change when the bathroom door is slightly cracked open. he’s just your roomate. so what if he plays would you rather with explicit options occasionally?

ᡣ𐭩 smut tags under the cut.

ᡣ𐭩 consume what you can handle

smut tags: heeseung is a creep, reader is clueless, throat fucking, bj’s, facial duh, dubcon?, mentions of panty stealing and masturbation, mentions of bodily fluids, cum, cum eating, nasty make out, uses of the word angel,

lmk if i missed anything 🫶

enjoy!!

“no, not in a million years.” is what you said in response to a slightly unconventional question. but then again there’s no such thing between the two of you.

his arms rose in mock surrender, tilting his head at the validity of your reaction. “guess that type of thing isn’t for everyone.”

and it's not , he had just hoped that maybe you’d say something different. something to get his little computer fried brain working, running off of more than just the thought of an iniquitous act but an actual idea that was based in reality. that thing you’d hypothetically be doing. it would’ve fulfilled his nightly one handed habit better than using his left one to scroll through porn. knowing you’d do it? or have done it? that’s all he needs.

although met with disappointment, in that moment as you put away your neatly folded garments, heeseung captures a look of distaste and curiosity on your face. one that reads a lack of experience, not a lack of will. your nose scrunched at the idea, but the subtle way your lips pressed in a straight line told him. ahh it makes sense now. maybe it’s not that you’ve never considered it, but rather you’ve never tried it.

at your inconvenience, he’s still sprawled out on your bed despite demanding him to keep off. at times like this, you wonder, maybe it was a bad idea to find your roommate online, because you grossly underestimated how particular you were when it came to cleanliness. it’s not that germs freak you out, it’s that you’re rooming with a man. a recluse of one at that. yeah, he didn’t go out a lot and it’s not like he was rolling in a pile of shit; but you swore he wore the same sweater for two weeks straight without washing it, and used a three in one body wash. in a small apartment with one bathroom? those exemplar instances only lead up to future disagreements.

with the ability to ignore these minor quirks, you’d say that despite your differences you managed to become quite comfortable with him. so much so, that you seemed to brush off the fact that he was always in your room when you put away your underwear, how it went unnoticed by you when he lingered a little too long in friendly hugs, and smelled your hair a little too strongly when he’d ask what shampoo you used. cause why would you? it’s just heeseung.

maybe one of the biggest things you ignored was his odd game of would you rather. which is how we’re led up to the very question the man himself finds so interesting. initially you weren’t shocked by the ask, as he was just poking fun at how extensive your skincare routine was minutes prior.

“would you rather, not put all that gunk on your face or… let a guy give you a facial?

it’s not as outlandish as some other questions he’s asked, or as scandalous as experiences you’ve told him about. you already figured that he was just socially inept and thought nothing more of it. after all, he was an acquired taste. so of course you replied, and of course you would never because it’s nasty? at least maybe you thought it would be, because you’ve never tried it.

after lingering in your room for a bit longer, still pressing on about the question, it leads into a minor dispute. “seriously? why do you need that much stuff for your skin?” the boy sighs as he stretches out on your bed. you smack his face with a nearby throw pillow, and reiterate the same things you always tell him. maybe stuff like that didn’t matter to him, but to you it does because well, it makes you feel pretty.

whenever you talked like this, he couldn’t help but let his mind drift. if he could, and it didn’t mess up the established bond between you two; he would’ve totally told you how beautiful were.

but the idea of being “just heeseung”, a friend and a roomate; it was like a free pass to act perversely.

leaving him to his own devices, you wash up ignoring that the door was slightly cracked open. yet another thing you overlook, heeseung is a man. you knew that from the way he kept himself groomed, but otherwise? not so much. he knows how to get what he wants by being sneaky, and knows when not to be. although he’s starting to doubt that it’s just his scheming nature that’s aiding his desires, it’s the fact that you overlook everything he does.

his room, located at the nice spot in front of the bathroom, let his imagination run wild. the small gap in the door you left was occasionally big enough that he’d get a glance of your boobs in the reflection of the foggy mirror. those were nice times, and when you asked him to get you a towel because you forgot? even better. he watched intently and waited as you got out and dressed yourself in those pretty lace panties he held himself back from stealing.

pushing open the door as you lathered different serums onto your face, he couldn’t help but notice a certain resemblance of your white night cream. only making him wonder what else looked pretty spewed on your features. were you absolutely just in a shirt and underwear? yes but then again, it’s just heeseung. in the midst of your therapeutic regime, he starts fiddling with a bottle, confused with its contents.

“is this like water? what is it?” he says while sloshing the liquid around.

you snatch it from his grasp and say “it’s a toner.”

he nods placing it back where it was, and you take note of his hand placement. his arms snaked behind your back onto the counter locking you between his form. it’s nothing that you're entirely fazed by, it’s the intent stare he’s giving you through the reflection of the mirror as you look at the glowyness of your face that makes your heart jump.

heeseungs eyes darken, and he leans close to your ear still staring at your reflection.

“you said all this makes you look pretty, but I know a couple of other things that’ll look much better…”

you feel your heart stutter at the wispyness of his melodic voice saying suggestive things into your ear. in that moment he draws back his hand, and laces it through your hair grabbing it into a ponytail. you try to look over at his gaze from the side, but he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at your reflection.

“look at yourself angel, maybe it’s the face that counts, not what you put on it.”

as you watch through the glass, his lips tug at the corners, the sight of your hair fisted into a ball in his grasp not ever being something you thought you’d let anyone do. let alone have heeseung do it. his free hand grips your hip, and now is when you start to notice how underdressed you were before him. his hand travels down your lower half, groping your ass, then he plays with the band of your undergarment. he feels the slight raise in your skin, and a look of anticipation on your face tells him all.

he released your hair, and pressed his hips against your backside, trapping you in place. he smells your shampoo, and feels the softness of your skin. momentarily, you don’t know what to feel, the only thing you know is that the man before you has rendered you compliant.

you feel his hands grip your hips, as his roll into you. hard, and restrained, you feel his length through the thin material of your panties. taking your shaky hand, and feeling it, oh man. it’s hot, and heavy. heeseungs chest rises and his body flinches, he hisses at the feeling. grabbing you in a stern manner, he spins you to face him.

the way you comply, the way you just sit before him in fear and possibly regret, he takes his hand to caress your face. maybe he feels bad because tears are welling in your eyes waiting to fall, or because he hasn’t even touched you yet, your body is tense in his grasp, scared at the mercy of him. it’s something he doesn’t want to admit turns him on. not yet at least.

for a second you find yourself staring into his eyes, a weird feeling of fear and arousal course through you. heeseung, just heeseung. he weighs his hangs on your shoulders, pushing you to the floor in which you land on your knees. he backs up, locking the door behind him.

“hey what the fu-“

then, when you tried to rise to your feet, his hands hold you down at the top of your head as you wince. without much thought, he drops his pants.

maybe you’re the creep, but you’ve seen his cock once. passing by his room late at night to get water, he had it out as he stroked it with one hand. you’ve stored that memory in the back of your mind, thinking that you were the one being perverse. or maybe he wanted you to see that, maybe he saw as you watched and let you, hoping you’d come in to help him.

with that memory playing back, it’s much bigger than you remember. looking at his glistening tip, and veiny shaft, you just admired it. the hazy feeling this situation had you thinking “no way this is real.” wondering what’ll happen when you wake up from this wet dream. for a little longer you ponder whether you’ve ever actually thought of heeseung in any way like this. no, you haven’t, but will you pass on the opportunity?

his figure casts a shadow over you, he looks down at his dick, and back at you.

“are you going to do something about it?”

this isn’t a dream.

you inch closer to his hips, and take your shakey hands to hold his member. a little shudder down his spine and an encouraging nod paired with a low moan, you wrap your lips around the head of him. tasting the large amount of dripping precum as you swirl your tongue, he throws his head back, the sensitivity not only shocking you but himself as well.

so no, you won’t pass on the opportunity.

the sounds he elicits as you work your mouth on merely the very tip of his girth, it makes you think less of how you got here; but rather how you want to draw this experience out longer. your delicate fingers caress the remaining that hang out of your mouth, feeling the grooves and patterns.

it’s tantalizing the way you tease at his vulnerable state, him becoming a mess under your control. only, you can’t tell he is, you just keep going. the vicious mix of your saliva and the filth seeping from his cock were a display that he wanted to burn into his retinas. at this point, if you kept going he might—

then, in a second a small wave of delirious ecstasy wash over him as you take hold of his neglected balls, feeling them up as you lick the little slit on his tip.

knowing, and feeling a bit ashamed he wouldn’t last long if you kept going, he pulls away. leveling with you on your slightly reddened knees, the sappy liquid seeps from the corners of your mouth, and he pulls you in for a kiss.

all you can think is how crazy this is, how crazy you are for just… enjoying it more than you thought you would. him looking that attractive, moaning out little slews, and jumbled bits of your name while doing barely anything? oh yeah, you’re right to be on your knees. it had your panties clinging to the sticky uncared for mess brewing within you, that all you could do was hope he didn’t notice you grinding back on your heel. a kiss, a nasty one at that, tied with the mix of his secretions and yours as his tongue explored your mouth; it was like a porn like.

as he draws back, you see the little glistening string of spit, and he wipes away the residue forming on the corners of his mouth. as you tilt your head, like you didn’t almost rock his world; he fucking knows your enjoying this, and wants to shut you up before you start to get too cocky.

still hard and erect, he stood and you look up. the corner of your lips pull, and god heeseung knows he’s gonna have fun with you. he gives his length one small stroke before peering at your glassy eyes stare.

“think you can take this all of this in there?” he ask rasplily, as he brushing your lip with his thumb parting them.

with your mouth wide open, insistent you can; do you ever recall being so nasty? maybe there was a time, but really, did you ever think it would be with just heeseung? no.

a more than satisfied look casts on his face, as he lets the tip of his dick rest on your togue. the way you salvate in anticipation, and him enjoying it makes your cunt wetter, and throb more than any foreplay you’ve had.

it only makes you hope this isn’t all he’ll be doing.

sliding his member slowly into your mouth inch by inch, you wonder when it’ll stop. it’s to much, in girth and length. he’s maybe half way in when you feel the salty tears form in your eyes as his tip hits your throat. the garbled gag provoked by him, makes heeseungs jaw go slack in awe.

once you’ve adjusted to the monster, that is his manhood, you find it difficult to suck. with so much he had going on, you didn’t know what to do with all of it. yet with how slow each movement is, he seems to bask in it. the feeling of your mouth being stretched, and the feeling of your teeth grazing his shaft, all of it you enjoyed. letting out small hums as you lick, and suck.

“mm, so good at sucking cock,” he moans.

his hips press forward, shocking you a bit, causing tears to roll down your face.

“shh, shh. let me” he says before your life practically flashes before your eyes.

he starts to thrust into your mouth. it being obvious you can’t handle someone of his size, he takes the lead. you sit there, looking absolutely fucked as he ruts into you, you look up at his form.

it makes you so wet, you wonder how long he’s wanted to do this. how long it would’ve been till you thought about him like this. panted breaths draw from him, as he fucks your throat. all he could think as he moved is how pretty you were, how perfect you were.

thinking about how wet you are just watching him, knowing you have to be because he saw the discomfort in your panties. just that made him write. all these months he’s wondered why hasn’t he done this sooner, and wondering if your going to let him fuck you ever after this. he doesn’t know if that’ll happen, so he treats this like the last, even though it won’t be.

his thrusts become quicker, and your throat starts to hurt. his knees feeling like they’re going to buckle, he bites back a loud moan and you bask in his weakness. hoping he’ll be this way buried in your cunt, wanting to watch him as he falls apart trying to keep his composure.

heeseung feels the rise, and force course in his dick, aching for release. pulling it out of your mouth, and stoking it aggressively above your face he asks:

“youll let me cum all over your face right? just me?”

you nod, opening your mouth and closing you eyes wating for it.

he grunts, and strokes faster, the mix of saliva and precum keeping it lubricated. breathy pants are elicited from his dry throat, and his tip rages with a blushed red color.

“shit—“

he cums all over your face, it’s hot, and all that lands in your mouth gets swallowed. his chest rises and falls, and he looks like he’s just about done, but not before he fists your hair pulling you up from your weak knees.

he faces you towards the mirror, making sure you see yourself. your face painted white, all sticky with his semen, it arouses you, it's unexpected. it hurts how much this turns you on.

heeseung grabs your chin and playfully shakes your head.

“see, look how pretty” he smirks.

you want to roll your eyes and protest but you can’t. the brain fog you have because of how much your sopping cunt hurts has hindered you.

he continues to tease “hm, so not in a million years huh?”

you can’t think of anything else, and at this point your dignity is gone, but the need you have for him is carnal.

you pull him in close, and press his chest against yours. “i need you”

and just like that, heeseung knows this won’t be the last time this will be happening.

a/n: make sure to stream XO!! 😘

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enha #enha imagines #heeseung hard thoughts #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader #heeseung hard hours #heesung enhypen #enhypen heeseung #heeseung smut #enha heeseung #heeseung

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dreeki · 2 months

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idol niki bf headcanons!!! he’s so pookie

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ idol ni-ki boyfriend headcanons.

pairing: idol ni-ki x reader // fluff

note: eng is not my 1st language 🙌 ; it's not too long, let me know if you want me to make a better version of this!! 🙏

IDOL!NI-KI BF who takes his job as an idol seriously, but his job as your boyfriend even more seriously

IDOL!NI-KI BF who makes sure to keep you updated on his schedule so you know when or why he can't respond to your texts and calls

IDOL!NI-KI BF who sends you a mirror selfie after every dance practice so you can see how hard he works, waiting for you to praise him and call him handsome and diligent

IDOL!NI-KI BF who sneaks out of the dorm to meet up with you whenever he has free time because he misses you too much

IDOL!NI-KI BF who can't stand the thought of missing out on important events in your life while he's on tour so he makes sure to send you gifts and call during his breaks

IDOL!NI-KI BF who takes you out on late night park dates after coming home from the tour to make up for all the time you couldn't spend together

IDOL!NI-KI BF who holds your hand while walking side by side through an empty alley and interlocks his fingers with yours

IDOL!NI-KI BF who takes you to the dorm after he's had a long exhausting day because all he wants to do is chill and cuddle with you

IDOL!NI-KI BF who lays his head in your lap and let's you thread your fingers through his hair while watching a movie on his couch

IDOL!NI-KI BF who raises his head from your lap to give you a quick peck on th lips before saying that the two of you should head to bed

IDOL!NI-KI BF who watches you fall asleep in his arms wishing he could spend more time with you, but knowing you are happy with him this way too

a/n: thank you for reading!! 🫶

#enhypen #enhypen niki #ni ki #nishimura riki #enhypen riki #ni ki x reader #riki x reader #enhypen imagines #ni ki imagines #enha #enha x reader #enha imagines #boyfriend imagines

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syluslnd · 1 month

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he makes my tummy go ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

#lnds sylus #love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #l&ds sylus #sylus x reader #lads sylus #sylus #sylus x you

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jiuwi · 2 months

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hiiiii noa !! (hope that u don't mind if i call you by your name even if we aren't mooties :3) so i have request for you : beach date w the hq boys (you get to choose who) and who would do what activities !! for example, who spends the whole time in the water ? who tries to impress reader by surfing (and maybe failing) ? who stays on the beach to play beach volley ? who buys all types of items from the venders on the beach (ice cream, hats, ect. . .) ? i think it'd be quite funny — and chaotic :)

BEACH DATE ！

𖦹 ft. haikyuu men

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ a/n: tysm for this req!! this was so cute 🥹

he spends ( probably ) a whole day in the water. so much so that his skin gets all wrinkly. sits or lies down on a floatie and possibly sleeps while he’s floating on the sea ( he doesn’t wake up until a strong wave pushes the floatie and he almost falls )

ᯓ NISHINOYA, TANAKA, HINATA, BOKUTO

doesn’t swim and just stays under the shade. brings one newly bought body moisturizer and sunscreen. “i don’t want my face to burn.” he says. he also loves to borrow your hairclips and put them on his hair while doing his skincare ( he looks adorable while doing so )

ᯓ OIKAWA, kenma, TSUKISHIMA, TENDOU, ushijima, AKAASHI

tries to impress you by surfing and failing miserably. doesn’t give up and continues trying. he’s fine if he keeps failing as long as he gets to see your bright smile and laughter.

ᯓ BOKUTO, HINATA, osamu, ATSUMU, NISHINOYA

plays beach volleybal like his life depended on it. loves to try it for the “experience”.

“it might be helpful for the future, y’know.”

( bonus: his ego 100% deflates when he misses the ball )

ᯓ KAGEYAMA, HINATA, BOKUTO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA

buys all kinds of souvenirs from local vendors. hats, ice cream, keychains, bracelets—you name it. he might also find you beautiful seashells by the shore.

ᯓ SUGAWARA, kageyama, BOKUTO, DAICHI, USHIJIMA, TENDOU, AKAASHI

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #ushijima x reader #akaashi x reader #atsumu x reader #kenma x reader #tendou x reader #osamu x reader #daichi x reader #tsukishima x reader #tanaka x reader #nishinoya x reader #bokuto x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #oikawa x reader #sugawara x reader

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lovegaud · 1 month

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seokkiez · 8 days

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──── .✦ once upon a small town ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ 🧺

✶ SYNOPSIS ! : "welcome back, i missed you." those were the first words you got after moving back to your hometown from seoul, and it got on your nerves that it came from the boy you hated the most. song eunseok.

– ೀ 7 minutes before the incident

You had just arrived back to your hometown, the cold air had flushed your face. It was nice being back, the familiarity gave you comfort. It’s as if you were 16 again, you were happy.

As you were on the way to the corner shop that you had always gone to after school, you passed by the playground where you’d frequently eat at. You remembered all the silly memories you had made with your friends there.

– ೀ 5 years ago

Sohee you little snitch, come back here!! Ningning had yelled while chasing after the young boy.

It’s not my fault you skipped class!! The 15 year old boy provoked while running away.

Ugh i’m gonna kill you! Ningning shouted.

They’re like cartoon characters, it’s always so entertaining watching them. Jiheon commented, giving a small giggle after.

I know right. You replied after laughing for a bit

Thump .ᐟ

You and Jiheon ran over wondering where that noise came from.

Ouchhh ugh that hurts. Sohee had cried after tripping over a rock.

HAHAHAHAHAH YOU IDIOT HOW DID YOU NOT SEE THAT. Ningning said laughing while helping him get up.

Shut up. He scowled.

– ೀ a minute before the incident

You laughed recalling the old memories as you pass by the playground.

You finally reached the corner store. You grabbed a drink, paid, and headed for the door; until you bumped into something.. no, someone. He was a tall boy, brown hair, wearing a white and blue striped shirt, and that same fucking smirk. God, of course he just had to be the person you bump into first. Song Eunseok.

Welcome back yn, i missed you. He said while grinning from ear to ear. Fuck. if you didn’t know any better you would’ve fallen for him right there and there. Yes, you hated him but you couldn’t deny that he was goodlooking. That was something that annoyed the hell out of you.

Wait. hold up, what did he say? He missed you? The song eunseok, missing you? Bullshit. This is exactly why you hated him, he always knew how to get a reaction out of you, he knew which buttons to press, he made you act like someone you usually weren’t. Ugh there it is again. Those stupid irrelevant thoughts you had about him.

Anyway, that isn’t important because right now, he’s in front of you. you needed to leave asap, and that’s exactly what you did. You ran.

– ೀ

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chocum · 2 months

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nanami pushing you into the meanessttt mating press after you show him the “future baby names” note in your phone

#ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ — broke phone

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carcrashgirl27 · 5 hours

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im going manic I HATE MY FUCKING SCHOOL I HATE MY FUCKING PARENTS I HATE MY FUCKING SELF

im ok tho

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yoredoesmore · 3 months

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The Regular | Hoshina Soshiro ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

pairing: hoshina soshiro x barista!reader

genre: romance/slight angst/ | [wc: 1,7k]

a/n: came up with the plot as i was writing away so i hope it makes sense :0 well, enjoy!

He was a regular at this point. He came in every Sunday at around the same time– his only day off you assumed, and ordered the exact same thing every visit.

Two Mont Blanc and a cup of black coffee.

The mysterious man would sit down at the exact same table where he always sat, wearing the usual, monotone expression on his face while waiting for his dessert. Sometimes he would carry a sports bag with him, sometimes he would come empty handed. You would catch him looking at you a few times, perhaps because he was checking to see if you were working on his order already.

Everyone knew him, even the other regulars, yet at the same time it seemed like people kept their distance from the individual. He did give off a mysterious and rather serious vibe. Like that one character in every book or movie who simply existed to assert some kind of calming effect on the audience. The staff, including you, believed that he wanted to be left alone thus everyone kept interactions to a minimum.

At some point the waiters didn't even check up on his table anymore to ask for his order. They would simply appear, place the two Mont Blanc and the coffee in front of him and carry on with their work.

But you didn't.

Not because you tried to stand out or make an extra tip by being interactive or friendly but simply because you believed that one day he would switch up on his order. But there was something else about him, something that made you feel drawn to him, urged you to interact as much as possible– be it a simple exchange of smiles or small words of gratitude.

It was a regular shift like always. Sundays were quiet and tranquil, with no soul disturbing the peace of the café. Being located in a more rural area of Tokyo had its ups and downs for a café yet you were immensely grateful for the quiet this area brought. Life has been treating you rather unwell lately and the least you needed was a busy workday. Especially your head injury has been acting up again but you tried to power through it. How long as it been since your last checkup? The effects of the surgery continued to bother you to this day but you were at least grateful that you were allowed to return back to work almost immediately! Any day longer at that hospital and you would have gone insane.

You spend most of your shifts cleaning up the pantries and making sure that everything, napkins, spoons and cups, were fully restocked– lightwork to put it simply, strictly ordered by your boss. The only other person on the shift with you took care of the orders and tables, just like today. It was empty enough for one person to handle the job but you were ready to jump in whenever your help was needed.

A subtle ringing of the bell above the door signaled that a new customer had entered the café. Your coworker stood behind the coffee machine, hands full taking care of a larger order, thus you took it upon yourself to guide the new customer to their seat.

“Good evening.” You smiled as your eyes fell on the all too familiar face of the mysterious regular.

“Please follow me to your table.” As always, his seat stood empty. The man mumbled a thank you and wasted no time in placing himself down on the leathery brown. Just as you were about to reach for your notebook you realized that it was not on your person anymore. A flush of embarrassment rushed through your face as you excused yourself from the table and told the man that you would be back in a second.

It's probably in the storage room..

You thought, recalling the image of you taking note of all the ingredients that had to be restocked. On your way back your coworker passed you by, stopping you temporarily in your steps.

“You don't need that with him.” He joked, pointing to the notebook and continued to walk past you. It was a playful remark, nothing more than a silly comment but it got you thinking.

“I apologize for my delay, sir. I'm ready to take your order now.”

His gaze rested on your figure for a while, subtly drinking in your image before he answered with a smile.

Despite not feeling well you tried your best to present yourself in a positive way. These costumers came to this café to rest and leave the worries of the day behind. There was no need to bother them with your personal problems or cause them worry.

Yet..it still felt like he was able to see right through your facade.

“A coffee please and two Mont Blanc.”

The usual..

You wrote down his order, earning another glance from him but you continued to stay by his table even after you finished scribbling.

“Can I offer you anything else? I– I mean we noticed you sticking to this particular order every time you visit. The staff of Third Division likes to keep a close eye on their regulars and..I was just wondering if you'd like to try something different maybe..”

Those words sounded different in your head, more welcoming and alluring. But the way his eyes were staring into yours, so intense that you felt like he was poking holes through your body, it caught you off guard. But nothing could have prepared you for what he did next.

He smirked.

The nonchalant expression he usually kept on his face throughout his entire stay dropped and what now graced his face was a smug grin.

“What can you recommend?” He teased.

Many emotions rushed through your system. Surprise, shock and confusion. Was this the first time you heard him talk? At best he would mumble a small thank you when paying the bill or when stating his order but personally that was the most you heard him say. His Kansai dialect was strong and present, it surprised you. Yet something about his voice felt warm, comforting even, as if it was meant to be listened to.

“Uhm..we have a great blueberry cheesecake, it's my favorite! And of course our lemon tarts or the pistachio croissants could really hit your spot since you like nuts so much..maybe the chocolate eclairs too..” Your mind began to drift towards all the items that were currently on sale. The dreamy look on your face earned you a chuckle from the man.

“I will take the blueberry cheesecake, since that's your favorite.”

“Coming right up!”

As if all stress was forgotten and a dark cloud was lifted from the sky, you cheerfully moved back to the counter, preparing the man's order. Upon seeing how busy you got your coworker approached you, eyes scanning over the cake you were carefully placing onto a nice plate.

“Who's that for?” He asked.

“Table number three.”

“Table number three..no way!” The man's gaze moved to the table in the distance, eyes widening twice their size.

A sense of pride rushed through your body. It was something so silly to get excited over yet delivering this cake made you happy, jolly even, in some kind of way.

“One blueberry cheese cake, enjoy.” And without any more interference in his stay you let the man be. Your eyes did move over to his side every now and then, making sure that he was enjoying the food you recommended him but eventually you were so busy with your workload that you lost sight of the customer.

And when you returned from your short bathroom break you noticed that his seat stood empty.

“He just left.” Was all your coworker said, also heavily occupied with new orders.

“But he did leave this.” Holding out your hands you let your coworker drop the small item into your grip. It was a napkin. No time was wasted in unfolding the soft tissue.

That blueberry cheesecake was great! But nothing compares to the Mont Blanc and the memories it brings ╮(─▽─)╭

Still, I appreciate your effort. Keep working hard and see you next time!

A tingling sensation engulfed your heart as you read the note. Maybe it was the silly little drawing he added or him simply appreciating your effort but it had you feeling a certain way. So without thinking much you grabbed a small box, stuffed it with the two Mont Blanc and rushed out of the store, leaving a confused coworker behind.

“Excuse me!” You almost yelled out, your feet trying their best to catch up with the man. He looked just as perplexed as you when he turned around. And..worried?

“Are you al–”

“I didn't mean to mess up your routine..I'm very sorry.” You held out the small box, arms outstretched while your gaze laid on your feet. No reply followed your words, his eyes simply resting on your shaking hands but soon enough you felt a weight pull at the packet.

“It's not just about the Mont Blancs.” His fingers graced over yours as he took the box.

“Despite me ordering the same thing over and over again you continue to attentively take my order..I guess you could say that I enjoy that kind of attention.” His chuckle caused your heart to throb and skip a beat.

A strong heat creeped over your face, eyes moving into all directions simply to avoid his. But just like always, his gaze stayed strongly fixated on you.

“I will always take your order..so please keep visiting us.” Turning on your heels you waved the man goodbye and returned to the café, your smile enough to illuminate the entire street.

Hoshina smiled and waited for you to disappear into the building before he sighed. His eyes followed you attentively, never leaving your figure. Seeing you in such active motions, it filled his heart with both joy and worry.

It felt like it happened just yesterday, the incident. It was a Sunday like this one, unassuming and calm. But you don't remember most of it, just like you don't remember him. The Kaiju attack, the ambulance, his teary eyes watching you being taken into the emergency room– you don't remember how he always stayed by your side no matter what.

It was absurd of him to think that you would eventually get your memories of him back if he just kept ordering the same thing over and over again, if he kept eating the dessert you two used to make together right in front of you. Perhaps he was a hopeless guy, with the silly dream of getting his old girlfriend back, the woman who owned his heart.

You still did. There was no one who could fit the hole that your body molded. If you can't remember the time and memories you two shared he would simply create new memories with you and make you fall for him all over again.

No matter how much time it was going to take

#yoredoesmore #hoshina soshiro x reader #anime fanfic #soshiro hoshina #x reader #romance #light angst #kaiju no. 8 #gn reader #requests are open #oneshot

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rottiens · 16 days

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ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ a break from reality, an escape in the jujutsu tech library where the strongest meets his one and only weakness.

guys i am sobbing. you don't know how special and important this is to me :( we. he. the way he holds me, and he looks so handsome; i want to thank you from the bottom of my heart shi @ichore for this gift, you spoil me so much and you are so kind to me i feel i don't deserve it sometimes. thank u so much @ginanamis for such a great job, i will be thinking about this forever, you managed to capture this very intimate moment! im so in love.

#ventoru #🩵🤍#please dot not save ! <3 #or repost #sighs.#i love him sm guys

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biggestsukunafan · 2 months

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‘Plaything ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹’

Tattoo artist! Sukuna x Reader ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

warnings : 18+, smut, degrading, grinding, rough sex, creampie, praise, sukuna is pretty sweet at the end!

- playlist for the story!

nsfw content under the cut! enjoy ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა….

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The bond you shared with Sukuna was intense, to say the least. Despite his sarcastic, rude, cold demeanor, you knew he actually cared about you deep down. He was constantly touching you, whether it was by holding your hand, caressing your face, or pulling you close to him. He was the epitome of someone who didn't understand the meaning of personal space.

Today was another day at the tattoo parlor you both owned together. You were sketching designs out on some paper while Sukuna was behind the counter on his phone. The place was practically empty with the occasional customer. You looked up at him and smirked as an idea popped into your head.

You placed the sketch pad aside and sauntered over to where he was. You stood in front of him and leaned on the counter, hands placed on top. He looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow. "What's got you all smiley today?" he asked, eyeing you curiously.

"I just felt like bothering you a bit," you replied with a smirk, crossing your arms over the counter and leaning in closer. He rolled his eyes but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "You only exist to bother me, I'm convinced."

You feigned offence and put your hand over your heart. "Wow. That's rude, even for you, Sukuna," you said in a dramatic tone, pretending to be hurt. He chuckled and placed his phone on the counter, giving you his undivided attention.

He shifted in his chair, leaning forward a bit. His eyes narrowed as he looked you up and down, a familiar gleam in his eye. "Oh, please. You know you love it when I'm rude," he teased, his voice low and sultry.

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice, but you quickly pushed it aside. You didn't want to give him the upper hand just yet. "Arrogant as usual, I see," you said, trying to sound unimpressed.

He smirked and rested his chin on top of his hand, not taking his eyes off you. "And you're still as defiant as ever. Guess neither of us have changed, huh?" he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"I guess not," you replied with a shrug. You looked around the relatively empty parlor before your gaze returned to him.

“You know, it's pretty slow today. We could always find something to do..." you said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

His smirk widened at your words, sensing the underlying implication. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze darkened with desire. "Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind, smartass?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You leaned in closer, closing the distance between you two. "I have a few ideas," you murmured, your voice dropping to a sultry tone. You reached out and ran a finger lightly down the collar of his shirt, watching as he visibly stiffened at the touch.

He swallowed hard, his gaze fixated on your finger tracing along his shirt. He was struggling to keep his facade of nonchalance, but you knew you were getting to him. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N," he warned, his voice huskier than before.

"Who said anything about playing?" you responded with a smirk. You leaned in even closer, your face inches away from his. "I'm just having a little fun, that's all," you murmured, your breath warm against his skin.

As you made your way behind the counter, Sukuna leaned back in his chair, watching your every move intently. The proximity between you two was overwhelming. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as you stood behind him, your body nearly pressed against his.

He could feel your heat radiating onto him, your nearness sending a wave of desire through his body. He wanted to reach out and touch you, pull you into his lap and claim you right then and there. But he held back, his hands clenching the arms of the chair.

You were driving him crazy, and you knew it. You let your fingers trail over the back of his chair, tracing light patterns on the leather. His breath hitched as you leaned in even closer, your face just above his ear. "You're so tense, Sukuna," you whispered, your voice like a seductive caress in the quiet shop.

He let out a low growl, his body responding to your every touch. "You'd be tense too if you had to deal with your obnoxious ass every day," he replied, his voice strained. His head tilted back a bit, exposing his neck to you.

A smirk tugged at your lips at his comment. "You love it, though," you teased, moving closer. You gently ran your hands over his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles there. He let out a soft hiss at the contact.

As you straddled his lap, his eyes darkened with desire. His hands instinctively went to your hips, gripping them tightly as he looked up at you. A low growl rumbled in his chest at your bold display of dominance.

But he couldn't have you getting the upper hand. Oh no. He had to regain control.

He shifted his position, sitting up straighter and pulling you closer to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you firmly in place. His other hand went to the back of your neck, tilting your head down to meet his gaze.

"You forget who's in charge here," he murmured, his voice low and dominant.

His proximity was overwhelming. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, his chest rising and falling with each breath. But you didn't back down. You leaned in even closer, your nose practically touching his.

"Maybe I like a challenge," you retort, your voice teasing and defiant. And that's when the game began.

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Oh, you're asking for it now," he said, his grip on your hips tightening. His fingers dug into your flesh possessively, as if he was marking his territory.

He shifted you in his lap, positioning you so that you were straddling him more fully. His eyes flared with lust as he looked up at you. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, smartass," he warned, his voice thick with desire.

As you sat on his lap, the heated tension between you two steadily grew. You felt the heat radiating off his body, the hardness of his muscles against your own, and the way his strong grip kept you in place.

Sukuna could see the effect he was having on you. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he noted the way your breath hitched and your body trembled with anticipation.

He leaned in closer, his lips just grazing your ear. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. His hands slid up your thighs, rubbing small, maddening circles over the skin.

As you rested your head on his neck, Sukuna's heart rate spiked. Having you so close, your breath hot against his skin, sent a wave of desire through him. He let out a low rumble of approval, his hands roaming up your sides to your back, pulling you even closer to him.

He could feel your heartbeat against his chest, the steady rhythm matching his own. He tilted his head, his nose burying in your hair, inhaling deeply. You smelt like your signature perfume, a mix of sweetness and musk. It was intoxicating.

His voice dropped to a soft, almost reverent tone. "You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that?" he murmured into your ear, his lips brushing the shell of your earlobe. His hands continued to caress your body, his touch both gentle and possessively firm. "I want you so bad, Y/N. It's driving me insane."

He nuzzled his face against your neck, his kiss hot and needy. "You're mine, you got that? All mine." His hands wandered down to your hips, pulling you down onto him as he grinded up against you.

A gasp escaped your lips at the feel of him grinding against you. He was rock hard, and you could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against you. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to nuzzle your neck. "I want to claim you right here, right now," he growled, his voice rough and urgent.

His words stoked the fire that was already burning inside you, and you let out a soft moan, your body arching against his in response. His breath was hot against your skin as he continued to place open-mouthed kisses along your neck. "Can you feel what you do to me?" he murmured, his hips bucking up against you as he groaned.

"I-I can feel it," you replied, your voice low and breathless. You could feel his hard thick cock pressing against you, and it took all of your concentration not to grind down onto him in response. But you knew you had to play it cool. It was a game of dominance, after all.

He knew you were holding back, and he could see the restrained desire in your eyes. He let out a low chuckle, his lips trailing up to your jawline, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "You're trying so hard to be in control, but I know you want me just as bad as I want you," he murmured, his words punctuated by a sharp bite to your neck.

His grip on you was firm, holding you in place as he continued his assault on your senses. "Stop trying to resist me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice a rumbling growl. "Let me give you what you need. What we both need."

He ground up against you once more, his hard dick rubbing against your wet panties, and you couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips. "That's it," he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Give in to me, sweetheart."

He moved his hands to the front of your shirt, unbuttoning it with a swiftness that betrayed his growing impatience. The fabric fell open, exposing your bra to his gaze. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of you, half-naked and desperate for him.

He leaned down, his lips trailing over your collarbone. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His hands moved up to the straps of your bra, slowly pushing them down your shoulders, revealing more and more of your boobs to his gaze.

As he pinched your sensitive nipple with his fingers, a shockwave of pleasure shot through your body. A guttural moan escaped your lips, your body arching involuntarily against his touch.

He let out a dark chuckle, enjoying the response he had just drawn from you. "You're so sensitive," he teased, his lips moving up to your ear. "I love the way you react to me, sweetheart."

His free hand continued to roam over your body, touching and caressing every inch of you that he could reach. He pinched and twisted your nipple again and again.

He continued to toy with your sensitive bud, alternating between rubbing and pinching, drawing out more moans and sighs from you. "You're so responsive," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "How are you this perfect, Y/N?"

His breath hitched as he felt the dampness against his pants due to you grinding up against him. It only heightened his desire for you, his body responding instinctively to your need.

He couldn't take it any longer. With a low growl, he pulled you even closer, his lips crashing down on yours in a hungry, desperate kiss.

His tongue delved into your mouth, claiming you in a heated tango. His hands roamed your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach. His hips rocked against you, creating a delicious friction that had you both gasping for air.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck once more. He bit and sucked at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks that would surely be visible in the morning. "I want to feel you," he murmured, his voice rough and desperate. "I need to feel you, sweetheart. Now."

He made quick work of your underwear, slipping them down your legs and tossing them. He stared down at you, completely exposed to him, and let out a low growl of approval. "God damn, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your body. His hands moved to the buckle of his own pants.

He fumbled with the buckle, his fingers clumsy with the force of his need. It took him a moment to undo the clasp, his belt clinking as it fell to the floor. "I need you, Y/N," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire.

He grabbed your hips, lifting you up as he stood from the chair and carried you over to the counter. He placed you down on the cold, hard surface, his body pressed between your legs as he pressed himself against you.

His hands roamed your body, his touch rough and needy. "I need to be inside you, sweetheart," he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing down your neck, your chest. "You drive me insane."

This new position had you both moaning in pleasure. Your bodies were flush against each other, skin on skin, with only a thin layer of cloth separating you. He leaned down, his lips finding yours in a wild, hungry kiss as he grinded himself against your core.

You could feel his hardness pressing against you, the friction delicious and maddening. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, needing more. "Please," you gasped, breaking the kiss. "I need you, Kuna.”

Hearing you pant his name sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He knew you were as desperate for him as he was for you. "I've got you, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "Just hold on tight."

He unzips his pants and lets his massive cock spring out. He then aligns himself to your small cunt as hands went to your thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he started to push into you, slowly and maddeningly. A gasp escaped your lips as he filled you, his length stretching you and rubbing against your walls.

“FUCKK…!!!” You moan out as he pushed his entire length in you

A guttural groan rumbled in his chest as he heard your curse, his grip on your thighs tightening. "God," he growled, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "You feel so damn good, Y/N."

He pulled back slightly, only to thrust back into you with a little more force, drawing another gasp from your lips. "You like that, sweetheart?"

You moaned out in pleasure and pain. “Kuna..!! S-soo goood— fuck..”

He chuckled, the sound dark and possessive. "I love hearing you say my name like that," he murmured, his lips finding your neck again. He nibbled and sucked at the sensitive skin as he set a steady pace, slowly pulling out and then thrusting back in, each movement drawing out more moans and gasps from you.

His pace quickened, his hips moving with a brutal strength that had you clinging tightly to him. The counter beneath you was cold and hard, but the pleasure coursing through your body more than compensated for it. You were moaning and panting, your words incoherent and desperate.

"You're mine," he panted, his lips moving to your ear. "All mine, understand? No one else gets to touch you like this, no one else gets to make you feel this way. You're mine, Y/N. Say it."

You were too fucked out to say anything. At this point you were a moaning blabbering mess. “Mmnhh… kunaaa— y-yourrss.. aahh—“

He let out a low rumble of approval, his pace never faltering. "That's right," he growled, his grip on your thighs tightening. "You're mine. Mine to have and to take, anytime I damn well please."

As he continued to move inside you, his words grew harsher, his tone darker. "You're just a pretty little toy for me, aren't you? F-fuck…. Just a fucking slut for me..”

"Just a plaything for me to use and discard. You don't even have a say in the matter. You belong to me, body and soul, and you'll do whatever I say." He says as he pumps deeper into your sloppy pussy.

His words were like ice on your skin, cold and cruel, but the way his body moved against yours was nothing but fire. You should have hated it, you should have been disgusted by the way he was talking to you, but instead, it only heightened the pleasure that was coursing through you. He knew exactly what buttons to press, exactly how to make you respond to him. He was in complete control, and you couldn't help but surrender to it.

"You like that, don't you?" he chuckled, his voice dark and velvety. "You like being my little toy, being used for my pleasure. That's all you're good for, isn't it?"

His pace quickened even more, his hips slamming into you with a relentless rhythm that had you practically seeing stars. "Say it," he commanded, his lips finding your ear. "Tell me what you are."

You were too fucking into the pleasure that your brain couldn’t let you speak. He wasn't going to accept your silence. He needed to know that you understood. He slammed into you harder, his voice rough and demanding. "Say it, Y/N," he growled. "Tell me what you are."

“Mmnhh— i’m… aaaah~~!!”

His pace slowed slightly, his grip on your thighs loosening just a bit. "That's not what I wanted to hear," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Say the words I want to hear, or I'll stop right here and now."

“I—I’m y-yyoouur… toy..”

You could practically hear the grin in his voice at your response. "That's right," he purred, his lips finding your collarbone again. "You're my toy, my plaything, to use and take as I please."

He began to move faster again, his hips slamming into you with a new ferocity. "And you like it, don't you?" he murmured. "You like being mine, being my property to do with as I see fit."

“Y-yeah..!!!! Fuck yeah— kunnaaa soo goodd…”

He chuckled, his breath hot against your skin. "That's what I wanted to hear, sweetheart," he rumbled, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "You're my good girl, aren't you? My perfect little toy."

He was moving even faster now, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You were practically writhing on the counter, your hands grasping at his back, your mind blissfully blank as you surrendered to the sensation.

He continued to murmur in your ear, his words a mix of praise and degradation. "You're mine, all mine," he repeated, his voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to take you whenever and however I want, isn't that right, sweetheart?"

Your response was nothing but a strangled moan, your body responding to his words even as your mind struggled to process them. You were completely lost in the sensations he was eliciting from you, your entire being focused on him and him alone.

He could see that you were completely lost in your own pleasure, and the sight only spurred him on. His hips continued to move, his pace steady and relentless, as he whispered in your ear. "You're so goddamn perfect like this," he growled, his voice deep and rough. "Completely submissive and mine. I'm going to ruin you, you do realize that, don't you?"

You couldn't form a coherent response, your mind too muddled with pleasure to form a sentence. Instead, you let out a low, keening moan, arching your back against him.

His words were like gasoline on fire, stoking the flames of pleasure that were already burning inside you. You couldn't form coherent thoughts or words, could only respond with moans and gasps as you gave yourself fully to him.

He could feel the tension building within you, could see the way your body was coiled, ready to snap. He knew you were close, and he was determined to push you over the edge. "Come for me, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear. "I want to feel you come around me."

“I-I feeel…weiirdd..” You said in a moan as you felt a coil inside about to snap.

He chuckled, the sound dark and rich. "It’s not weird, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck again. "You're just feeling more pleasure than you ever have before. It's a good thing, I promise you that."

"Just let go," he prompted, his voice deep and commanding. "Let yourself feel it, let yourself come undone around me. I've got you."

He felt your legs trembling against his hips, and a primal satisfaction rumbled in his chest. He knew you were right on the edge, and he was determined to push you over. "That's it, sweetheart," he growled. "Let go, let yourself come for me."

He picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate as he felt you clenching around him. "Come on, sweetheart," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "Come for me, let me feel you..”

He felt your body convulsing around him as you squirted all over him, a low, guttural groan rumbling in his chest as he felt the aftermath of your release. He held you tightly and rode out your climax, his own release quickly following as he finally let himself go. His cum painting your insides white.

He continued to murmur in your ear, his words a mix of praise and possession. "That's it, you're doing so good, so perfect for me," he purred, his voice deep and satisfied. "You're mine, all mine, and I'm never letting you go."

He continued to hold you close as you both came down from your high, his breath hot against your skin. "You did so good, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips finding your ear. "So damn good. I'm so proud of you."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch soft and reverent despite the rough words he had been uttering moments before. He knew he had been harsh with you, but he also knew that you liked it, that there was something dark and primal that stirred within you at his dominance.

He let out a contented sigh as he held you, his body still pressed against yours as he savored the feel of you in his arms. "You're perfect, you know that?" he murmured, his voice low and soft. "I don't deserve you, but I'll be damned if I let you go."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in every last detail. "You're my little plaything," he said, his tone light and affectionate. "But you're also so much more than that. You're smart, and funny, and kind. And even though I treat you like my toy, you know I care about you, right?"

You nodded as he smiled, satisfied with your response. "Good," he murmured. "I don't want you to ever doubt my feelings for you. I may be a sadistic bastard, but I care about you, sweetheart. More than you could ever know."

author’s note : i think im inlove with sukuna? (@_@)

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