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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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could you write some nsfw headcanons on doppo, rosho, and sasara being reader's first / taking the reader's virginity? either nb reader or fem reader :) ty

Doppo, Rosho, and Sasara taking their fem! s/o virginity

femreader, fluff, praising, teasing (a little)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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-Oh no.. He's so nervous right now.

-Honestly, I'm 60-70% sure he's still a virgin. Or at least have very little experience in bed.

-Doppo actually hopes that you would be the one who would lead in bed.. It surprised him how someone so beautiful and charming can still be untouched..!

-"T.. that's okay.." - he mumbled, and honestly it's hard to understand if he says this to calm down you or himself. - "I'm promising to be as gentle as I can, so don't worry, s/o..!"

-He always acts really shy and caring around you, but now he's even more ashamed, as Doppo's afraid to scare you with his awkward actions.. What if he discourages you from having sex ever in your life?!

-Asking after literally every small touch or kiss if you're alright or want him to stop. And of course he gets more nervous when his arms slowly get closer to your hips, fingers playing with your waistband nervously.

-"O.. okay, are you ready..?" - a hot trembling breath tickles the skin of your neck as Doppo softly kisses you here, trying to calm down your fast-beating heart. He was no less worried as his hands slowly took off your last piece of clothing.

-It doesn't matter if he sees you half naked or absolutely naked before, he would freeze for a moment, too mesmerized with your body. Today is a special occasion, after all, and it feels like you two getting to know each other's bodies all over again, but from different angles..

-So.. Of course, a little bit of praise. Doppo absolutely loves when you compliment him, every one of your sweet kind words he keeps deep in his bosom.. So now he would try to praise you too, knowing how much it soothes him..

-"S/o.. You're the prettiest angel I ever see.." - he mumbled shyly. Ah, who's know it's actually so hard to praise someone?! Especially when your head is always full of negative thoughts.. But Doppo wants to be more romantic with you, trying to think about some more poetic words. - "Y.. you know, It's so hard to believe someone so gorgeous is dating me.. You always make me so happy, both with your gentle behavior and such cute face and magnificent body.. So today I will show you how deeply grateful I am and present you with s.. so much pleasure.."

-Will loosen you up with his fingers, really carefully but without any playfulness, as he's not a tease at all. He does think about helping himself with a tongue but at the same time he's too ashamed, knowing he's not that good at it. Also, the way you start clenching around his fingers makes Doppo a little impatient, as he already can imagine how it would feel around his cock.

-Slow and long thrust, as his dick stretches you open wide. You both need some time to get used to this feeling, and Doppo doesn't mind if you will grasp his shoulders too tight or pull his hair, he does understand that even with all his gentleness it's kinda uncomfortable to you.

-Even after you tell him that everything is good now and he can speed up, he continue to be slow and passionate.

-"I..It's your first time, after all.." - Doppo breath heavily, his trembling arm holding your hand tightly. - "And I wants you to remember it as something soft and affectionate… Something full of my love.."

-Another overnervous guy. Did he really will be your first?!

-But he is good in controlling his emtions, so Rosho would try hard to act as calm as he can, and hide his shaking arms as he smiles at you.

-"Don't worry about that too much, s/o.. I will take care of you and make sure it would be a pleasing experience, okay..?" - you can clearly see thick blush in his cheeks as he breath heavily, trying to calm himself down.

-Rosho is more skilled in this things, I think, and he can be really caring, so expect a full romantic evening, with light dinner full of your favorite dishes and maybe even a bath.

-He know that first time is always awkward and kind embarrassment. Rosho wants you to relax as much as you can, minimize all your fears and anxiety so it's would feel more natural and easy when you two move to bedroom.

-Start with light kisses, asking sometimes is everything good. Your hear beating so fast and loud that he can hear that, and his own heart start beating the same rhythm, is this what they called true intimacy of body and spirit, a fusion of souls..?

-Despite Rosho do tries to act more cool and collected right now, the view of your naked body do makes him lose his act a little. Your skin is just so soft, and these little gasps and whimpers when he touches you slowly.. It's enough to send shivers down his spine.

-"S/o.. You're like a goddess.." - he whispers right in your ear and starts kissing your neck, slowly getting down to your chest and then to your hips. He does have a way with words but right now Rosho feels too light headed, as he can feel how much your inner thighs start to tremble under his touches. - "I.. I want to give you all myself.."

-Definitely will go down to you, moving from slow drags on your folds to licks deep inside you. It will not only help to prepare you a little, but also will greatly please you, as Rosho is still a little bit afraid he wouldn't be able to bring you on edge in the main act.

-He just gets so awkward right after pulling off his pants, whimpering as cold air tickles his already hard dick. All his calmness faded away and now a deep red blush covered his cheeks as he looked right at you in the eyes.

-"T.. tell me immediately if something is wrong, okay..?" - he whispers before slowly sinking inside you. Rosho will not hurry up, let you get used to his length inside without any moves.

-Only after you nod slightly, he starts moving, very gently, as he listens to all your little sounds carefully. He does remember how embarrassed his first time was so he keeps soothing you with light touches and soft kisses.

-"M.. It's feels so good, s/o.." - a quiet whimper escaped his lips as he buried his face in your neck, panting. - "I want this night to be endless.. So I can show more and more pleasure to you today.."

-More chill about this (but it doesn't mean he didn't feel some tickling pride in his chest as he realizes he's your first)

-He definitely is not a virgin, but he is kinda nervous about ruining the whole romantic mood of your first time with his puns.

-"Don't think about that too much, s/o, there's nothing scary..! Well, if you don't have a fear of intimacy.." - he nodded with a serious face then giggled. - "Or it's kind of a touchy subject?"

-Sasara wants to be chill and goofy about it so you wouldn't get too nervous and will take everything at ease, but at the same time wants to finally show his more passionate and gentle side, his more deep emotions.

-So he would start with small jokes and giggles, kissing you softly and just playing with your clothes, slowly undressing you both. But when things move to a more intimate moment, he suddenly blush, looking you right in the eyes.

-"I really appreciate that you actually trust me so much, s/o.. You can imagine how glad I am that you decided to share this special night with me.." - Sasara whispers as he gets on top of you, hands slowly caressing your smooth skin as he can't look away from your beautiful chest, soft tummy and trembling hips, such a view just for him. - "... I can't even make a joke right now, uh…"

-Well, but even though he actually just opened his sensitive soul to you, it doesn't mean Sasara wouldn't be playful. Who said you can't be a little tease even during your partner's first time? Wouldn't it just to spice up your anticipation?

-Expect some passionate touches and hungry kisses, as he can feel as your body warms up from his games and oh of course he likes it. And the way you look away with bright cheeks after his small teasing comments.. Precious.

-Also would pay more attention to foreplay, fingers deep inside you, pushing your walls as Sasara cooed to you for being good and taking him so well. You look adorable like that, moaning and biting your lips as you fight the urge to beg for more.

-But he doesn't want to play for too long. After all, Sasara's here to lead you in this new world of pleasure, and when he notices how whiny you get, the main act finally begins.

-"Here, s/o.. You already get a little bit impatient..?" - he giggles as his arms slowly spread your legs more. - "But still, don't get too overwhelmed, okay..? If it would hurt, tell me.."

-Start slowly but don't mind speeding up as soon as you ask him for it, but not that much as he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. Of course after all his teasing you were prepared well and it didn't hurt that much, but Sasara does know that he shouldn't get too wild now.. After all, he doesn't want you to remember the next morning after your first time with a sore body.

-"Enjoy it that much already?" - Sasara chuckled and kissed you, tongues dancing together as he thrust into you again and again. - "Then I don't mind staying awake for the whole night just to extend your pleasure just a little bit more.."

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mera-k1 · 2 months

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i have a major thing for hands it's getting.. out of hand. i'm so sorry for that...

Hand Hcs

Kuko, Rosho, Iori, Shion x gn!reader

-smut, hand kink obv. fingering

-kuko's got really nice hands imo.. those rings and painted nails make me absolutely feral. those fingers could go wilddd.

-his fingers are a little thick and he's got real pretty hands.. they're not veiny and they're just a little bit boney but the way he uses them is sooo.. attractive.

-feeling the cool metal rings against your skin when he drags his hands down your body has gotta have you shivering in anticipation as those pretty hands go lower and lower..

-overall, very pretty hands and he sure knows how to use them too. won't leave you disappointed for a second with em.

-roshos got very lithe fingers and pretty hands to go along with it. they're very soft and he uses them very lightly on you, not wanting to be rough on your skin.

-he uses his hands to caress your face and body with all the love in the world, i swear this man only looks at your face and sees the most perfect person he's ever looked at.

-his hands aren't very boney or veiny, they have a very soft almost feminine look to them.

-iori's got all those big, shiny rings on his fingers but besides that, he's got very masculine and slightly boney hands. there are some veins that are visible as well.

-i wouldn't say iori's got massive hands but they sure are bigger than the average hand. and he knows how to use em too. he keeps on his rings if that turns you on as well..

-shion has very lithe and pretty fingers, they're long and he knows exactly how to use them to leave you feeling satisfied with his skill.

-his fingers reach in so far in you that it has you gasping. it's honestly surprising how far he can go and rest assured that he'll be sure to keep going till you're satisfied.

-his hands are a little bit on the boney side and there's not too many visible veins leaving him with some very pretty hands for you to admire as much as you'd like.

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demonichikikomori · 1 month

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Bottoms Up

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Rosho Tsutsujimori x Chubby!Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.9k+ Tags: Mutual Pining/Drunk Sex/Teacher x Teacher

Art is by 1000kcal_ on Twitter!

Wahhhhh!~! This is a commission I was excited to take on! It isn't Twst but it's a fandom I would love to be more active in. My lovely moot @sugarcookiesheep was interested in Rosho from HypMic! A character who doesn't get lots of affection hehe. I hope you all enjoy!~! The full fic will be posted on Ao3!

SUMMARY:

You were the new Home Economics teacher at Gyoshin Private High. Rosho Tsutsujimori is the socially awkward math teacher. You liked him. You think he likes you. So naturally you said yes when he invited you out for a drink.

Your final class of the day had been dismissed. The sun had begun to set, leaving the empty room filled with a warm orange hue. You tidied up to prepare for classes again tomorrow with a smile on your face. You were the new Home Economics teacher at Gyoshin Private High School, located in Osaka. Well, the newest in terms of staff. You had only joined them a year ago. The old Home Economics teacher had finally retired and you had just completed your training. The higher ups were excited to hand you off to the academy in dire need of a teacher to handle the rowdy youth. Your students were kind to you, even when you stuttered and fumbled during your first month of teaching them.

You quickly became a fan favorite among the students. Especially the male students much to your disbelief. You had received so many chocolates, flowers, and even confession letters on White Day you feared having to wear a fake ring on your finger in the future. Some of the gifts were from students you were positive you had never taught in your class. Naturally you had gotten candy from your co-workers, but one gift stuck out to you the most. You remembered it clearly when he stood at your desk during lunch, holding out a store bought chocolate bar to you.

It looked expensive.

You gave him a shy thank you, feeling a bit intimidated by his stern face behind round, circular glasses. His hand looked shaky and clammy, as your fingers brushed upon accepting the chocolate bar. The teacher you had not yet properly met nodded, slowly turning red in the face, before he darted away. You had later learned that he was the math teacher Mr. Tsutsujimori. He had a knack for avoiding you, which was upsetting since you had gotten along so well with the other staff. Apparently, he has horrible stage fright and social anxiety. It was nothing personal.

It’s been a year now since you have been teaching at Gyoshin Private School. As time passed, you saw more and more of Rosho to your surprise. You would greet him early in the morning before the students would arrive and when you passed one another in the halls. Sometimes you would each lunch together in the teachers lounge in a comfortable silence. You would enjoy your colorful bento loaded with veggies, rice, and whatever meat leftovers you had from dinner. Usually you would see Rosho enjoying a small pudding cup to himself or anything small and sugary that he could find for cheap.

You worried about him not eating properly, but when your eyes met his… Your heart would flutter, and the passing comment would fall silent as the two of you returned to your comfortable silence. After that ended, Rosho would give you a sheepish nod before scurrying towards his classroom, but lately he’s been adding in a friendly wave of acknowledgement. Progress was progress in your eyes.

You hummed to yourself, reminiscing the fond memory of time that has passed as you taught at Gyoshin Private High School. You pulled at the tightly fastened bow on your apron to loosen it, only to turn your head at the sound of a nervous voice on the other side of your classroom door. Nearly stuttering when they called your last name in hopes of a response. But you recognized the owner, although you didn’t hear him speak often. “Yes Mr. Tsutsujimori? You’re allowed to open the door!” You assured him, watching the door slowly slide open with the math teacher standing there. His hands were laced tightly together as he offered you a small bow. “Please excuse me… I didn’t mean to interrupt if you were busy…” He cleared his throat and you shook your head with a smile. “No, no! I was only cleaning up to prepare for tomorrow.” You gave him a small wave of dismissal as you removed your pale pink apron and hung it up on a small wooden rack near your desk with an assortment of others.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” You asked curiously as you walked over to one of the many small sinks to wash your hands. Rosho nervously adjusted his glasses higher onto the bridge of his nose. His eyes darted downwards to the floor as he cleared his throat a second time. “I have a question to ask.” He sounded stiff, as though this was a line he had been rehearsing before arriving at your classroom. “Yes? What is it?” You were genuinely curious, drying your hands and turning to face the math teacher. Rosho was not the type of man to ‘ask you a question’. Or ask anyone a question. He was a private person, and not once has he ever come to you like this. It was the friendly waves in the halls and on rare occasions seeing one another throughout Osaka in the shopping district on the weekends.

The math teacher shifted his weight from one foot to another, his brows tensing as he mustered up the courage to continue. “I… You… Um… Do you..?” He trailed off awkwardly as you returned to your desk and opened up a small book filled with laminated pages. They were all recipes you could make with your students. “Well…” Rosho’s face held a soft frown as he looked down at the tips of his shoes. “My question… Might be a little strange…” He warned as his cheeks began to grow flushed. This caused you to look up. “Strange? How so?” Was he planning to ask you for a favor? You were sure the question was something you could handle, after all, Rosho had gathered the strength to come all the way here to ask you himself. The least you could do for him is listen.

“What are your thoughts on alcohol?” The question was strange just as Rosho said it would be. But, you weren’t sure exactly what he meant. However you decided to answer him anyway as you stopped on a laminated recipe page for flan. “I mean… I don’t see anything wrong with it. It isn’t something I usually drink myself.” You answered to the best of your ability, and looked up at the math teacher with a warm smile. His face was completely red, and his vermillion colored eyes met yours for the first time.

The stare was intense. You could feel that he had so much more to say. Before you could ask him if he was alright, he had given you a deep bow, thanking you for your time before rushing away. You peeked your head into the hall as he rushed around the corner. Your smile had melted into a frown. Did something happen inside the school regarding alcohol? It could be that he had caught some students drinking on campus… Or maybe outside of school with their uniforms on? The thought began to worry you as you continued to tidy up before heading home for the day.

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The next day after classes had ended, Rosho was waiting for you near the door again. You and your students had completed the first half of the recipe. The flan was stored away in the large fridge (some students had brought magnets to decorate it with your approval) and would stay overnight for them to enjoy the next day. The sweet scent seemed to encourage Rosho to step into your classroom as he sheepishly excused himself with a small bow. “Mr. Tsutsujimori! It’s nice to see you again.” You smiled sweetly with a chipper tone and began to loosen the bow on your pale purple apron decorated in small white flowers. “How can I help you?” You asked with a small tilt of your head as you hung it up on the wooden rack. He was obviously very nervous. His eyes darted to you then back to the floor before he straightened up and cleared your throat. “... I have another question to ask you.” He stated with a little more confidence than yesterday. You went to wash your hands with a puzzled look slowly turning to worry. It could be in relation to yesterday. But your mind was racing with possibilities, you couldn’t help but feel nervous as well. “Yes? I’m sure I can answer it for you.” Hopefully it wasn’t about catching any of the students drinking on campus…

He adjusted his tie and raised his eyes to meet yours. Sharp, and light red in color. The math teacher looked so intimidating. You had heard a rumor long ago that he looked far more frightening without his glasses on, that he used to be a delinquent himself. And yet he would always stammer over his ‘good mornings’ and his hands would shake when he passed by you in the hall. He could barely greet you now. Rumors are just rumors. “Would you… Perhaps..?” He trailed off with his hands folding together tightly. “There is a bar.” He blurted out suddenly as you turned back to look at him with a patient stare as you dried your hands. A bar?

He shuffled his weight on one foot to another. “It’s… Nice…” He shrugged awkwardly as you approached him with a smile. His hands looked like they were shaking, and you thought that you should help him out. “Mr. Tsutsujimori, are you trying to ask me to join you sometime?” You asked hopefully as his pale face became flushed in red rouge.

He was silent as he stared down at you with a small nod. “If… If it isn’t too late… Would you join me this weekend? I won’t take too much of your time.” His voice was softer and shockingly hopeful as you nodded in response. “I would love to join you this weekend Mr. Tsutsujimori.” Your heart skipped in your chest as he gave you a deep and silent bow. “Thank you…” He whispered as he raised his head. He left in a hurry, racing down the hall with the tips of his ears singed from blush as the sun filled your classroom in its warm orange hue.

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Classes had ended for the week. Your students excitedly enjoyed the flan they had worked so hard to make as they came to and left from your classroom. Each holding their own variations of flan in little plastic bowls. You pulled the ribbon free from your bright red apron lined in colorful, cartoon flowers. The math teacher had returned to your classroom for the last time this week, calling out to you from the other side of the door. He sounded even more confident than yesterday. “You can come in Mr. Tsutsujimori!” You called out as you hung up your apron and went to wash your hands. The door slid open behind you, and you heard him enter the room. “P-Please excuse me.” He stuttered and entered the room, glancing around with his hands folded together. “I just came to confirm…” He trailed off, watching as you approached the fridge and opened it. “You would like to join me this weekend? I was thinking tomorrow, if we drink we’ll be needing the day after to recover.” He sounded calculated and stiff, again, as though he had rehearsed before he had come to see you. You pulled out a small tray of flan you had made with your students for each class. All varying in flavor and design. One had whipped cream on top. One was lined in cherries, while another was made of chocolate. There were six different puddings in total. “That sounds fine to me! I had made something for you. Well, I had made six things for you.” You placed the tray on your desk with a smile and motioned to it. “You have a sweet tooth, correct? I decided to make you some pudding, since you were so kind to invite me out for drinks this weekend.” Your face began to burn as bashfulness filled your chest.

It felt silly, making him so much despite only seeing him eat a single cup during your lunch time together. “You’re so thin, I thought you needed more than just a single pudding to get you through the day!” You gave him a soft laugh as you laced your fingers together nervously. The feeling of your heart pounding against your ribs intensified as you focused on the tray. The math teacher was silent before he approached you, sliding the door shut as he looked at the tray of assorted puddings. “You made them for me?” The whisper left goosebumps prickling your skin as you nodded speechless.

A soft laugh escaped the math teacher’s lips as he looked down at the tray, and you were brought back to reality. “Oh! Let me get you a container to take them home in!” Before you could break away from the desk, Rosho raised a hand. “Wait- Actually…” He trailed off as your eyes met his. His face didn’t have the same red hue. His cheeks were flushed but this was different. “Are you busy?” He asked and you shook your head quickly in response. Your body had gone stiller than stone as he hovered near the pudding. “Is it alright if I stay here with you, and eat them now?” He asked with that same hopeful tone. The warmth in your face went down to your collar, making you feel as if you had been tossed into a sauna fully clothed.

He wanted to stay here with you? “I… I can get you a spoon! Please, sit at my desk!” You offered and scrambled around in search of a plastic cutlery to give to the math teacher. Never would you have guessed that such a simple request would leave you feeling so flustered. As Rosho enjoyed the pudding (scraping every cup clean with a positive and stern review of each) you cleaned up and prepared for Monday when the two of you would return to greet your students in the morning. You could feel Rosho’s eyes watching you every so often, you were sure he knew when you would steal glances as well.

When he finished his pudding, you finished preparing for Monday. Rosho had offered to walk with you to the train station and awkwardly asked to exchange numbers with you. Since the two of you would be drinking this weekend and needed a way to contact one another. You boarded the train together, staying close in that familiar and comforting silence as the warm sun had vanished, welcoming you both with an inky black scenery. Your stop had come first, and with a small wave of goodbye, you let out a breath you were holding as you left him on the train.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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It was already 7pm and you were racing around with worry. You and Rosho were supposed to be at the bar he recommended at 8pm.

You spent all day fussing over what to wear, what color to paint your nails, and even how you wanted to style your hair. Sure, Mr. Tsutsujimori invited you out as a friend and he told you the setting was on a more casual side. But that didn’t mean you could dress too comfortably. The curls in your hair bounced as you fixed your eyeliner for a subtle wing with sparkling shadow smudged onto your lids. Curling your lashes and applying a thin coat of clear mascara that made your eyes pop and shine. You chose a clear gloss to apply to your lips, thankful that it was flavored just in case one of your late night romantic fantasies would come true. Your peach pink polish had dried long ago and you cursed yourself for not adding any glittery coating as you fastened your short pearl necklace around your throat.

You requested your cat to wish you luck as you got dressed in something casual but something you considered worthy of going out in. A pastel pink cashmere sweater that hung off of your shoulders to fight the night chill, a long, an A line denim skirt that went down to your calf, and a pair of white boots with short heels.

Rosho told you that he would meet you at the train station near your stop, not wanting you to ride alone so late at night. Even the sun wouldn’t be setting until 7:45. You grabbed your purse and your keys, saying goodbye to your kitty who had fallen asleep on your couch before leaving. You wanted to be early, the thought of missing the train (or Rosho) struck you with anxiety that you couldn’t shake off. You texted the math teacher a polite message saying you were on your way to the station and you were excited to join him for drinks. He sent you a sticker of a beer saying he was just as excited as you were.

You made it to the train station around 7:20 with your purse clenched tightly in your hands as you struggled to catch your breath. It was already growing crowded as everyone waited for the next train to arrive in about ten minutes. Then, you spotted Rosho. He was leaning against a wall with his phone in his hand, squinting at it through his thin, round lenses. He was dressed in all black, an unusual sight from his brown suit and green tie, or even his periwinkle sweater vest with matching trousers. Rosho was wearing black shoes, black dress pants, a black button up, a black blazer with a subtle reflective pattern going down the chest and arms, and a black corded necklace.

He looked far more dressed up than you did. “Excuse me, Mr. Tsutsujimori!” You called out to him and approached slowly with a smile on your face. Black looked good on him. He looked up from his phone, and you could see his face explode with the rouge color you had grown fond of. He only stared at you with wide, starry eyes. “I hope I didn’t make you wait long. I had trouble deciding what to wear. I’m sure you know how women can be!” You teased with a soft laugh as Rosho looked away. With a set of subtle inhales, you could smell the cologne he had doused his clothes in as well. A smokey wood scent and a hint of something floral. You wanted to move in closer to enjoy the scent, but you wouldn’t dare. “I-I wouldn’t know!” He stuttered out before tucking his hands into his pockets. “I wasn’t waiting long… In fact! I just got here!” Again, he sounded rehearsed as he gave you a trembling smile. It led you to believe he had been here for a while on account of his nerves.

You gave him a soft smile and adjusted the long strap of your purse onto your shoulder. A startled expression wiping away your smile at the sound of the train arriving. You turned to look at the currently empty tracks before going back to Rosho. “Thank you again for inviting me out this weekend.” Your heart fluttered in your chest as the math teacher gave you a small nod. The nervous smile on his face remained.

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The bar was cozy with a warm hibiscus colored glow. Many trinkets and doohickey’s lined the walls and dangled from the ceiling. A hole in the wall known as Mokarimakka. The name made you laugh as you responded to the silly neon sign with Rosho. He led you inside the narrow space, allowing you to hold onto the back of his blazer as he navigated through a small hall and up a short set of stairs. You followed closely behind Rosho, taking in a few more secretive inhales of his cologne before he showed you to the booth you would be sharing. “It’s usually crowded the later it gets in the night, I thought this would be an appropriate time for the both of us.” He explained as the two of you sat across from one another. You placed your purse beside you, taking a soft exhale as you squeezed into the red vinyl booth, frowning as the table pressed against your body. “Oh no this is fine! I’m not much of a night owl.” You wave a dismissive hand, feeling Rosho pull the table away from you just a few inches to give you some room.

Your cheeks felt warm from the subtle action, not out of embarrassment but of admiration for Rosho. You quickly grabbed a drink menu to hide behind, noticing they served a lot of beer. “Mr. Tsutsujimori..?” You trailed off as you scoured the long list, feeling intimidated by the names and sizes of the heavy drinks. “If you want something lighter then you should order this.” You lowered the laminated page to see him pointing to a drink called ‘The Drunk Cinderella’. It was based on the mocktail, but with a shot of vodka to make it alcoholic. He showed you many more that you felt inclined to try as a waitress came over to greet you and take your orders.

That was when you started to feel more and more adventurous with the menu. An Osaka Dry Cocktail, the classic Bloody Mary, a Long Island Iced Tea and a few more you didn’t recognize until you had already finished your glass. At one point Rosho had ordered you a plate of takoyaki to soak up some of the alcohol in your stomach. He had had beers of all kinds to contrast with your much prettier glasses of colorful cocktails. A tall Fat Tire, cans of chilled Asahi, Sapporo in a tall glass with ice, a few brown bottles of Minoh Beer (which the sight of the red monkey amused you) and more you had started to forget.

You and Rosho had gotten comfortable as you talked and drank. He had long ago discarded his blazer in the red vinyl seat and left the top two buttons of his black shirt undone. He told you about how he spent his days off, how he used to do comedy with his best friend, how sometimes he can’t stand his best friend, his love of pudding and many other assorted sweet things, and even how his students sometimes tease him. “I think the kids are silly, they pick on me sometimes too. I promise you aren’t alone.” You slurred, stifling a hiccup as you pulled your empty cocktail glass closer. Smiling to yourself when you noticed it was empty. “I mean, I got so many chocolates from my students during White Day, I’m sure they were assuming I was fond of candy.” You pouted as Rosho started to frown. “If they waited until White Day then it wasn’t *hic* malicious.” The math teacher grumbled with a frown. “Why do you think I gave you chocolate too?” He asked with a frown appearing as he pointed the mouth of the brown beer bottle in your direction.

“Roshoooo!~!” You called his name with a slur to your voice as laughter spilled past your lips. Not realizing you had used his first name so comfortably as the memory of him presenting you the White Day chocolate so long ago returned. He found it amusing and called back to you, your name dancing along his tongue like the most expensive bottle of sake the bar could offer. You liked how it sounded when he said your name. “Did you give me the chocolate as a friend?” You asked jokingly as his red cheeks became redder. “At first, yes.” He answered honestly with a hiccup following. “But I had gotten advice from a friend, he said I should go for it.” Rosho glanced down at the table and jabbed at the air in front of you with his bottle. “But you’re so damn intimidatin’! I would practice and look up things to say, but we always ended up sitting in silence! It pisses me off!” His volume raised for the first time that night. His expression became a grimace as he placed his bottle down on the table and you soaked in the truth of his words.

Rosho had wanted to talk to you for a long time now. “You always look so pretty when you come to school and when you leave. An’ you always smell good… Everyone likes ya’ and I don’t like the idea of another co-worker askin’ you out. So that’s why I tried to work up the courage to talk to ya… I jus’ got too nervous.” He scoffed as you patiently listened. You could almost picture a stern-faced Rosho chasing away the other male teachers during lunch time before he would come in to eat with you in your familiar, comfortable silence.

A warmth stirred pleasantly through your entire body. It could be the alcohol. It could be the overwhelming feeling of your crush becoming more. “Mr. Tsutsujimori… I have a secret to tell you.” You admitted sweetly as Rosho tilted his head curiously. “Well hurry an’ tell me!” He grumbled as you waved him closer with your hand. “You can’t tell anyone, okay?” You whispered as he leaned over the table to hear you better. “I *hic* won’t.” He muttered as you moved in close, holding back a series of giggles threatening to spill past your lips. “Even though you’re intimidated by me…” You trailed off and cupped your hands over his ear. Your warm breath tickling his ear, and unknowingly causing his heart to pound against his ribs.

“Even so… I do like you, Mr. Tsutsujimori.” You whispered softly with a sheepish smile. You pulled away and grabbed onto your cold empty cocktail glass for comfort. You reveal your secret to Rosho Tsutsujimori. The socially awkward math teacher you wanted to get closer and closer to. It turned out he had wanted to get closer to you as well.

Rosho’s hand went to cover his face, and he peeked over at you through the cracks in his long fingers. “I see how it is…” He mumbled into his palm before shaking his head. “I… I feel the same… Even if we haven’t spoken much…” He slurred with a stern look making its way onto his face. “I wanna know everything about you.” Rosho growled as you felt a familiar stir within you.

Something about the situation was starting to feel dangerous.

“Ahhh… We should do this again sometime… But it is getting pretty late.” You cooed nervously while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. The math teacher quickly called for the waitress to return and bring the check. You leaned over the edge of the cushion and glanced back, hoping to spot the young lady as you grabbed your purse. You instead spotted a pair of men in a booth not too far from yours. One was wearing a large fur coat, his back facing you. And the other was hiding behind a drink menu. But you could see the top of his head layered in teal hair and he was wearing a very colorful suit. They looked familiar somehow. But the alcohol made it hard for you to pinpoint how exactly you knew them. They were old enough to be here, so they couldn’t be students.

The check was taken care of (Rosho insisted through slurred words that he pay) and you clung to him as he led you out of the cozy little bar. It was late, but not so late that you would miss the last train. You felt warm all over, and you desperately wanted to be closer to Rosho. In more ways than one. He sat beside you, the train was desolate other than an elderly woman not too far from the both of you. It took off, and the two of you entered a silence that was much more intense than anything in the past.

You listened to the good ideas and the bad swirling through your alcohol filled brain. You did want to get out of the bar with Rosho. But you didn’t want to leave him tonight. Not yet. You gently pulled at the math teacher’s sleeve. You felt really warm. He looked down at you, his vermillion eyes soft as he leaned in closer for you to whisper. You were far too drunk to text him what you desired. You weren’t sure if you were confident enough to do such a thing.

“Can I come home with you?”

You were sure his heart skipped in his chest as he remained still, your hands still clutching his sleeve. “Are you sure?” He asked softly and you nodded swiftly. You didn’t want to go back to your apartment tonight. It could be the alcohol in your system that was making you brave. Or it could be the fact Rosho had openly admitted to wanting you as much as you wanted him. But you couldn’t end the night crashing into your bed alone and waking up to a hangover.

Rosho was silent as he leaned away from you with a hand covering his reddened face. Before you both knew it, the robotic voice was calling your stop and its upcoming arrival. When the train slowed to a halt your shoulders sagged. Your stop was here. You moved to stand with a sadness settling in your heart. Before you could take Rosho’s silence as rejection, he reached over and pulled you by the arm. It was a silent instruction for you to sit back down. You were still, listening to the mechanical voice call your stop three more times before the doors slid shut. Rosho would indulge your less than innocent request.

You would be going home with him instead.

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partyofwords · 3 months

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First Night Drunk ~ *Rosho Tsutsujimori*

Summary: This is the first time you're seeing Dotsuitare Hompo drunk. You've heard Rosho was giggly and bubbly when drunk, but he has another side of him that surprises you after he's had one too many...

Pairing: Rosho Tsutsujimori X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1385

Warning: Drunk Rosho (Because we need more of these fics)

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Never in your life have you ever seen Rosho Tsutsujimori this drunk. Granted, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him drunk to begin with. But Sasara and Rei had somehow managed to rope him into their drunken festivities for the night. You were happy watching from the sidelines, a single glass of wine in your hands that you didn’t even plan to finish.

You had to admit, it was funny watching Sasara try to get the boys to sing songs from Osaka on the table. Rei refused to participate, but he still drank his beer with gusto. Rosho, on the other hand, was trying his best to keep up with Sasara, but was stumbling and slurring his words something fierce. It was very comical seeing the duo try so hard. No wonder they used to be one of the best comedy duos in Osaka.

However, the light, playful humor didn’t last long when Rosho glanced in your direction.

He had sauntered over to you, stumbling as he did. As he sat next to you, he gave what you thought was a flirty smirk. “Hello beautiful. What’s your name?”

You tried not to laugh at the fact that your boyfriend had no idea who you were. You decided to have a little fun yourself and told him, “I’m just a stranger, passing through.”

“Well, beautiful stranger, would you like to pass through my room before you have to go?”

This time you did laugh. “Why, are you flirting with me right now?”

He frowned. “I’m trying to make a move on you, not flirt. Flirting is childish. I don’t flirt. I never have flirted and I never will flirt.”

“So you’re making a move on me?”

“Before the other two numbskulls do.”

“I see.” You nod, trying to keep your laughter at bay. You were afraid it would only upset him more as he'd think his attempts at "making a move" on you weren't working. “Why are you asking me to your room then? What do you want to do with me?”

He stood up on swaying legs and held out a hand to you. “Now with you. To you. Come with me and I’ll show you.”

You glanced at the time before standing up and taking his hand. It was getting late and Rosho was pretty drunk. You might as well put him to bed if he was determined to take you to his room.

Nevermind the fact that this was the first time you were going to see his room. It sort of felt like you were taking advantage of him. He was a very private person, so seeing his room without his explicit consent made you a little nervous. But Sasara and Rei were too drunk to even help themselves to bed. And it was technically your responsibility as Rosho's girlfriend to help him. So you might as well get it over with and make breakfast for the boys in the morning. All three were most likely going to suffer through terrible hangovers.

He fumbled his way to his room, still holding onto your hand. You flipped the light on and were met with a pristine, yet elegantly decorated room. It was absolutely perfect for Rosho.

“So what are we doing?” You ask as he tries to make his way to his bed.

Rosho sat down and patted the space next to him. You sat and he instantly draped himself over you like a blanket, causing you to jolt in surprise. You never realized how clingy of a drunk he was. Sure, you heard he was a giggly, bubbly drunk, but clingy as well? You might have just hit the girlfriend jackpot with his drunk persona.

In a low, husky voice, he whispered in your ear, “I’m going to show you just how beautiful I know you are and how much I love you.”

Reading between the lines, your cheeks went hot as you laughed. Gently, you tried to pry him off of you. “Alright, alright. I see what you’re getting at. Let’s go to bed instead. You're drunk, my dear.”

He pouted for a split second before he gave a knowing nod. “You want me to go first?”

“What?”

You were frozen as he took off his shirt and struggled to undo his belt. You had to admit, he had quite the physique, lean yet sculpted. But you were not about to ogle your boyfriend while he was drunk. He’d be completely nude before too long if you didn’t intervene.

Placing your hands over his carefully, you said. “Alright, alright. Let’s go to bed now. Please!”

“But I’m not done.”

“I mean go to bed to sleep. Not-” You didn’t even want to finish that sentence. So instead you said, “C’mon Rosho. I just want to cuddle with you. Can’t we just do that, please?”

He frowned. “Are you sure? I thought you wanted to… I mean this is your first time in my room, isn’t it? Isn’t that what you do when you have someone in your room with you that you love and find attractive?”

You shook your head, moving so that his hands were off his belt and in the space between you so you could give them a reassuring squeeze. “Not necessarily. Cuddling is also something fun that two people who like each other can do together.”

“And you want to do that? With me?”

“Yes, I do.” You nodded, with a kind smile. It seemed that the one caveat to his drunkenness is the fact he wasn't quite as smart as he usually was. Then again, you were his first real relationship. It made sense he felt like he wanted to please you. But you were just fine cuddling with him rather than actually sleeping with him.

He nodded slowly. “O-okay. I’m not sure how. Will you show me?”

“Of course, my dear! First, however, we should get you into some more comfortable clothes. That way we can both be comfortable, okay?”

Well, you wouldn’t be, since you weren’t wearing pajamas, but that didn’t matter at the moment. What mattered was getting your normally uptight and skittish boyfriend to actually go to bed. Which was, of course, easier said than done. He didn’t want you to leave the room as he changed, but at least he was okay with you turning around so you couldn’t see. As tempted as you were to sneak a peek, you didn’t look. You were not going to break now.

When he was all dressed, you had him lay down and you took the position of the big spoon. Cradling him tenderly in your arms, you smiled to yourself and allowed yourself to kiss his cheek.

“How’s this?”

He nodded, burrowing deeper into your embrace. “This is nice. I like this. We should do this more often.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Yes, yes we should.”

“Good night, beautiful.”

Again, you pressed a soft kiss to the top of his nose, as you were so overwhelmed with love for him. “Good night to you as well, Rosho, my dear. Sweet dreams.”

As his breathing evened out, informing you he was asleep, you sighed. Tonight went a lot different than you anticipated, but it was still fun! You got to see Dotsuitare Hompo drunk, which was always a fun time. Especially when Sasara starts to sing and tell lame jokes. You never know which song he’s going to pull out of his extensive karaoke songs list he memorized.

But you also got to see Rosho drunk. It was definitely an experience. You definitely didn’t think he would be more than the giggly, bubbly drunk, much less the clingy, flirty type. But you really weren’t complaining all that much. It was cute and he was still rather smooth in his approach towards you. Although you were most definitely not going to tell him that.

And now you had him all snuggled up in your arms. Sure, he was probably not going to be happy being hungover tomorrow morning and having you in his room was going to shock the daylights out of him. But that was a bridge you would cross when you woke up.

For now, you just needed to decide what kind of pancakes you were making in the morning for them.

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hypmic-writings · 2 years

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Can I order Rosho x reader? Imagine Rosho in a relationship with a famous actress from Tokyo. Thank you in advance and your writing is great!

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Pairing: Rosho Tsutsujimori x actress!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,011

A/N: This one was so cute, I love the idea of someone like Rosho who tries to keep it low-key being with an actress who’s very high profile. Hope you enjoy~

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“Hey, Tsutsujimori, isn’t this your girlfriend?”

At the sound of his name, Rosho glanced up from his desk where he was hastily grading papers. One of his colleagues, the art teacher at the school was holding up a popular magazine towards him. Rosho stared at the cover, seeing your beautiful, smiling face stare back at him in a picture that must have been professionally taken.

He was so taken by the sight of you in such a lovely pose that he barely noticed the words on the cover, all of which were in bold big letters.

‘Ten Tips On How To Look Younger’

‘Summer Foods We Love’

‘Y/N Y/L/N Secret Love Affair?’

The last line was printed directly below your face, and Rosho only rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“Apparently she’s having a secret love affair with one of the actors she’s been shooting a movie with! They’ve been spotted together everywhere,” the art teacher said, smirking down at the magazine as he flipped through it.

“You shouldn’t be reading those kinds of magazines. Don’t you have a test to make?” Rosho scolded his colleague, making the other man’s smile fade. One of the other teacher’s, the biology professor smiled at Rosho.

“Don’t worry, most of the things in magazines are all made up anyways. They just say things to shock people and make them buy more copies,” she informed Rosho with a nod. Rosho shot her a grateful look.

“Oh, believe me, I know how horrible these magazines can be,” Rosho grumbled, pushing his glasses up further onto the bridge of his nose as he went back to grading.

Over the past few years that you and Rosho had been dating, it had never once been easy. The fact that you were a famous actress from Tokyo meant that every part of your life was poked and pried into. You had told Rosho this early on, reassuring him that you wouldn’t hold it against him if he wanted to break up because the paparazzi would only talk down about your relationship.

But Rosho loved you more than anything else in the world and he said that he wanted to stay by your side no matter what happened. It was difficult with you being gone so often for filming, but you were constantly texting and calling Rosho and it never seemed like you were far away for too long. Soon enough you were always coming back to him.

And as Rosho left work for that day, he knew that you’d be in his arms by that night.

Once he got home, he spent some time cleaning up the living room and setting the mood – lighting some candles before putting the finishing touches on the meal that he prepared for you the night before. After all of the plates were set and the wine was popped and ready, Rosho heard the wonderful sound of your key turning in the lock.

“Hey darling, I’m home,” you excitedly said as soon as you walked through the door. Rosho was by you in an instant, taking your bags off of your hands just to free you up so that he could throw his arms around you in a hug. As he said your name, he twirled you around excitedly and you let out a happy shriek.

“Ah, I’m so glad you’re home,” Rosho said, setting you down to kiss you gently on the lips.

“Me too, I missed you way too much,” you said, pulling him into another hug and breathing him in deeply, letting your eye close for a moment and enjoying the feeling of him all around you. The two of you stood like that for a moment before he pulled away.

“Alright, tell me everything. How was filming?” Rosho asked, leading you into the living room.

You immediately began to tell him all about the film you had acted in, ignoring all of the disclosures you had to sign and telling him all of the juicy details. Rosho was never one to gossip or run to the magazines, so you knew it was safe to tell him everything. He watched on with love in his eyes as you excitedly told him about your role and the way you portrayed your character.

“What about you? How are your students doing? The year’s almost ending right?” you asked, sitting down at the table to eat what looked to be a delicious meal made entirely by your boyfriend.

Now it was Rosho’s turn to launch into his speech, telling you all about his kids and what they’d been taught that semester. He went into details about the students and what they were like, his eyes shining as he proudly explained their progress to you. You watched him with your chin in your hands, smiling softly because there was no greater joy than watching Rosho talk about something he was passionate about.

“I’m so happy for you! I’m glad the kids are doing well,” you said, grinning at Rosho as you took another sip of your wine.

“Well, they keep asking about you so I might just have to bring you to class one day so they don’t think I’m lying,” Rosho joked, but you only laughed.

“That could be fun! Then maybe I’ll have to bring you on set the next time we’re filming so that you can see the wild world of movie making,” you mused, leaning in closer to him. Rosho smiled at you and took your hand, kissing the back of it and nodding happily.

“As long as you don’t leave me again,” he told you. You nodded in reassurance and rested your head against his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m here right now, aren’t I? Let’s just enjoy the time we have together before I have to start promoting again,” you told him, taking a strawberry and dunking it in cream before holding it out for Rosho to bite into. Rosho chuckled and bit into the fruit, smiling at you.

“Then we better make the most of the time we have.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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hypnomicimagines · 2 years

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3 with Rosho

Tsutsujimori Rosho:

Ambrosia - a successful love confession.

Rosho was nervous.

He felt stupid twiddling his thumbs at his dining room table, looking at the essays that desperately needed to be graded while knowing he wouldn’t be getting to them tonight. He glanced at his phone once, twice, one more time as it buzzed but it was just Sasara sending him a news article about ‘the rise of punniness’ which Rosho had no time for at the moment. He was too busy staring at your last text message.

‘We need to talk.’

You had never used a period like that before. He would know, you’d been friends for years, even while he was fighting to find himself you always sent him messages to let him know you were there for him if he needed it. Your style hadn’t changed much from when you were teenagers either, you never shortened words or anything like that but you never used periods.

His hands are shaking too much to text you back.

Rosho considered inviting Sasara over to drink but then thinks twice, knowing his longtime friend who sense his mood and immediately try to pull the issue out of him. Sasara pushed down his own problems but ever since their friendship had been rekindled Sasara was very particular about making sure Rosho didn’t suppress his feelings, which was very annoying when Rosho didn’t understand how he was feeling in general.

There’s a gentle knocking at his door that he ignored at first, he honestly thought it might’ve been in his imagination. His pen is incessantly tapping against the paper in front of him and he knew his student would have questions about the random dots all over their assignment but—The knocking came again and he realized it was very real, that he should probably answer it. He was slow as he approached the door and he peeked through the peephole, eyes widening as he saw you standing on the other side.

Now he really didn’t know what to do.

It was nippy outside so he couldn’t just… leave you there to freeze. You hadn’t sent him another message, not that he had seen, but here you were anyway. You wore a worried look on your face and he remembered suddenly that your message had been sent early in the morning, and it was nearly dinner time now. Of course, he had made you worry. Maybe you thought he was cutting off contact again. Maybe you thought something had happened to him.

Either way, you cared enough to show up.

He opened the door and greeted you with a stutter of your name but he doesn’t offer up much else as you dived into his arms, holding him tightly against you.

“You jerk! I have so much to say and you didn’t even respond!”

“…You know what it sounds like sending a message like that?” Rosho mumbled, “What could…we have to talk about?”

You suddenly grew shy as you pulled away from him and he missed the touch immediately, a feeling of dread pooling in his stomach. He ushered you inside and closed the door behind you, watching as you sat yourself on the couch and looked at him expectantly. He followed your lead and sat beside you, teetering on the edge of the couch just in case he had to run away in a hurry. It was a stupid thought, there would be no reason to run away from you, you would never… hurt him like that…

Rosho suddenly felt stupid.

“I’m sorry for texting you like that…” You reached out for his hand and he allowed you to hold it, squeezing back weakly. “It’s not bad. I mean, it could be depending on… reactions, to things…”

You were not helping his anxiety.

“…Okay. I guess I’ll just… Uh…”

“I love you.”

“Eh?”

“…Huh?”

Rosho is a little startled that those words came out of his mouth, cutting you off completely from your own statement. You were taking too long to talk and the gears in his head were whirring so loudly he just had to spit it out, at least before you crushed him by saying you were engaged to someone else or some other devastating news his heart couldn’t handle. His face is growing hotter by the second but he couldn’t exactly take his words back, not when he knew they were true.

“Rosho… I sent that text and I thought you knew what I was going to say and that you just, you just didn’t know how to let me down easy…” You bit your lip as you started to tear up, relief flooding through you, “I’m so happy. I love you, too, Rosho.”

He might be in a far better mood now, but the essays would have to wait another night.

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guiraguira · 11 months

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The Hypmic boys favorite place to kiss you ❤️‍🔥

besides your lips...

❤️ The forehead, they find it a very warm contact, they believe it perfectly symbolizes the pure love they have for you, they cradle your head with both hands when doing so: Rio - Jakurai - Hitoya

❤️ Your back, very delicately they do it on your bare skin, always before going to sleep tracing a long path of kisses, it is already a ritual for him: Jyuto - Gentaro - Sasara

❤️ The hands, they do it while they look into your eyes, they thank you for all the caresses you have given them with them, your fingers are cared for individually: Dice - Doppo - Rosho -

💜 The cheeks, he does it at every opportunity he finds, there your skin is almost as soft as your lips, he can't help but make his kisses very loud: Ichiro - Hifumi - Jyushi

❤️ The inside of your thighs, usually spends a long time in that place, leaving very visible marks, after all, no one but him will see them: Samatoki - Ramuda - Kuko - Rei

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hypmicdaydreams · 1 year

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valentine’s day 💕 pt. 3 (bad ass temple and dotsuitare hompo)

-pairings: bad ass temple x gn!reader, dotsuitare hompo x gn!reader (individual)

-genre: fluff

-a/n: happy valentine's day 💕💖

kuko

huh? was this for him??

kuko is a little bewildered when you just hand him the chocolate, shy or not. he’s a bit slow on it, but when it hits, he does cackle and grin. you shouldn’t have!

how cute — he teases you about it, a bit too much perhaps. really, it’s all a bit flustering and confusing for him as well

but ah, he’s confused on what to do. kuko’s left scratching his head, wondering what it all meant. i mean, he did know, but it’s still so strange when it happens to him

ughh, the way his body reacts is a pain too. he gets those stupid heart flutters when he realizes all too well that you had gifted him chocolate on valentine’s of all days. why’d you have to do him like that? it’s irritating, dealing with all these annoying emotions

what a pain in the ass. he has to sort through all of himself again as well. i suppose it wasn’t all that bad though

jyushi

one word, of course: flustered. it’s pretty obvious

he kinda…short-circuits, visibly, when you hand him chocolates. he knows what this means all too well; and as much as jyushi tries to keep up his front, the cracks show when he gets all too warmed up

it’s all he thinks about for the rest of the day, missing a chord or two during practice because of it. he’s off his balance, and jyushi can’t help but bury his head into his pillow when he comes home to muffle his thoughts

hngg, everything was too much. your chocolates tasted way too good, and his mind was becoming too overwhelming. he felt all too strange and warm. again, it was all too much

he whines to amanda about what he should do, overtly emotional. why’d you give him chocolates? i mean, jyushi’s over the moon about it, but he still can’t help but wonder. he also can’t help but ponder on his feelings

jyushi knows this means he must give you something for white day, and come to terms with his feelings, eventually. but he’s sure he’ll just malfunction on the spot if he did so

hitoya

mm, he kinda freezes up? it’s clear that he doesn’t know what to do, visible on his (handsome) features

hitoya is, more or less, awkward about the entire thing. it wasn’t anything he was entirely prepared for, and hitoya is usually well prepared. it throws him off

it feels so weird to have been gifted chocolate, especially from you — he wasn’t sure why it did either. the two of you were somewhat close, and hitoya considered you ‘tolerable’, i guess

but goddammit! why’d his chest act up, his heart did a flip, when you gave him the chocolates. they could’ve been obligatory for all he knew, even if they were so obviously homemade

ugh, he needs a drink to sort this all out. he feels like a mess, both inside and out

sasara

he’s shocked, but a good shocked! sasara is pretty expressive i think, so you can definitely see it on his face in real time as he goes from surprise to being flattered

gahh, his heart is full to bursting from getting chocolates from you, and he definitely expresses that. his smile seems a bit bright, and sasara is definitely a little loud with it, not too much though (maybe he throws in a pun or two..or even a flirt)

but really though, it puts him in a great mood, to get chocolates from you (especially if they’re homemade). his jokes and routine seemed to flow naturally that night, and he’s as funny as ever. sasara feels at his best

and your chocolates were the perfect reward for after. they’re not too sweet, a bit bitter from the darkness actually, but sasara enjoys them. they’re super good, especially with the warmth that spreads and resounding of his heart in his ears

sasara is left with many thoughts, especially about you. they all feel too good though, and sasara is sure he comes to a conclusion

you were so precious to him

rosho

he trips over his words and can’t seem to get a sentence out when you hand him chocolates. he’s beyond in disbelief, at a loss of words

i mean, rosho’s super grateful! but also, what the fuck. he totally wasn’t expecting anything from you, who held so much more significance and meaning than any of the chocolates he’s received from coworkers (for some strange reason..)

it’s kinda cute how red his ears get though, and he’s super flustered. he also can’t say much without making him out to be a fool (in rosho’s eyes anyway)

it shouldn’t be much of a big deal, maybe, especially if it was only obligatory chocolate; but rosho can’t help but feel all muddled up and confused inside

it’s..frustrating to him a little, trying to make sense of all these feelings. all he knows is that it felt good, much so, when you gifted him the chocolates

well, he had until white day to figure it out

rei

well, it’s amusing for him, certainly

he’s not exactly the type to receive anything for valentine’s day, of course, and it’s not like rei cared much about the day anyway

but, he still couldn’t help but appreciate your gesture. you went out of your way to gift him chocolates on valentine’s of all days. it’s cute, especially with how shy you looked gifting him it (maybe it earned a little chuckle out of him too)

it’s still a little strange to rei, though, when it came to himself. this feeling is difficult to explain, but it’s familiar to a degree. he’s not entirely oblivious to it all, but some things still aren’t all too clear

he can’t entirely bring himself to finish the box of chocolates though, for some reason

things are certainly a bit more muddled between the two of you after

#hypmic #fluff #gender neutral reader #headcanons #kuko x reader #kuko harai #jyushi aimono #jyushi x reader #hitoya amaguni #hitoya x reader #sasara x reader #sasara nurude #rosho tsutsujimori #rosho x reader #rei yamada #rei x reader #final part!!#hope everyone enjoys TT #it was super fun to write

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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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virgin.

request: omg, hi!!!! I’m so glad you opened requests!!! may i please request headcanons or a scenario (if you want to do both go ahead!) with hifumi, gentaro and rosho taking his significant other virginity? (they/them pronouns please for everyone to enjoy!) i think you haven’t written for those 3 😭 anyway, take care, good luck with the requests and lot’s of love!!! 💕

# tags: headcanons + scenarios; current relationship; romance; kinda fluff; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activity, first time, romantic things (candles, music), car sex, missionary & doggy style, fingering, oral sex, body worship, pet names

includes: gender neutral reader ft. hifumi izanami, gentarou yumeno & rosho tsutsujimori {hypmic}

author’s note: hiya!! yay, hypmic request! love it. thank you so much. hope you enjoy it!! love you too, anonnie!!

— HIFUMI

↘ I think it would be very cute, a bit awkward, and at the same time memorable for the both of you.

↘ I imagine that this first sexual intercourse would take place in your home, in your own bedroom, in the absence of your parents; this weekend they went on a short vacation to a close family on the other side of the country, giving you the whole house in your care. They gave you also some cash for the three days, and they didn’t mind if your boyfriend stayed here overnight. Your parents even felt more at ease with the thought that Hifumi would take care of you when they were gone.

↘ Everything just came out naturally; you ate supper (onion rings, handmade sushi and tofu soup), took a warm shower, and then after a short domination of the TV remote control you turned on one of the films that had long been on your ‘watch list’. Somewhere in the middle of the film, however, you forgot what title you actually turned on and what the story was about. Instead, Hifumi stroked your leg very gently, and a longer moment later hugged you to his chest, kissing your soft lips in the same second. This moment was too perfect.

*:･ﾟ✧*

Hifumi was very gentle and at the same time a bit embarrassed. As he took off your baby green pajamas and underwear, he was looking into your eyes and on your beautiful body all the time. He smiled a little at the sight of the goosebumps on your shoulders and around your nipples, and when he finally removed all your clothes, he occupied your thoughts again with a tender, long kiss.

“You should undress too.” You admitted softly, and he merely nodded his head in understanding. He took off his oversized T-shirt and boxer shorts, then touched your body again; he started from the collarbones and neck, touched the belly and kissed the navel, and finally approached the thighs and calves. He looked at all your moles tenderly, then smirked back at your face and your happy eyes.

“... Can I?”

“Yes, please.”

Everything seemed simple at first; your boyfriend put on a condom and a moment later, he used his fingers to help calm your thoughts and relax your all muscles. Though you felt good, calm and safe, at first you felt a dull pain. You groaned unpleasantly because of the foreign body inside you, but a second later you assured the blonde that everything was fine, that you need a moment to get used to the current situation. Hifumi understood this and slowed down his hand movements, simultaneously gifting your body with more gentle pecks and bites. He even allowed himself to make two or three hickeys on your neck, and when he felt that the second finger entered into you without any problems, he decided after another minute to change his hand to something else.

He made sure you were okay once more, then slowly, with a slight resistance, entered you. The position you chose that evening was the basic one, so that you could not only feel close to each other, but also be able to see your faces and possible changes in their facial expressions. At one point young man saw another sign that you were in pain, but you asked him not to stop. You were sure of your decisions, and at the same time very happy that at this moment, in such a wonderful company, you are experiencing a very important moment for yourself. It was, in a way, an act of bodily maturity for you.

After a minute or two, the pain slowly faded away, and there was a pleasant feeling of numbness in the legs instead. Your faces were filled with blushes, and the first drops of sweat appeared on your foreheads.

Your sex wasn’t... spectacular; after all, you had one (missionary) position, one pace, a lot of kisses, and definitely a bit of shyness and curiosity. But it was a really good first time, because the most important thing for you both was that it was your first time together. Sex with love was one of a kind, after all.

Anyway, it will be even better next time.

— GENTAROU

↘ It was one of the most informed decisions for the two of you; you have been talking for days about sex and how you would like to experience it with each other, so everything went out without any stress or rush, you had the contraception, water-based lubricant and even a very romantic atmosphere your boyfriend took care of.

↘ You were in love with tons of vanilla candles on every piece of furniture in his bedroom, with incense sticks with the scent of fresh flowers, and you liked the background music with calm male vocals.

↘ It was your and his first time, although you both had the opportunity to touch or taste each other more than once before. Nevertheless, sex with penetration was something new for you, but definitely interesting and fun. You had a lot of laughter and joy during this fantastic moment.

*:･ﾟ✧*

You started with oral sex, which was no stranger to you, on the contrary. Gentarou and you have been practicing this type of intercourse for over two months and it has been an interesting experience each time. In a matter of minutes, you engaged each other enough to judge that there was enough wetness between the two of you. So, as you might have guessed, you didn’t need the lubricant this time.

In your case, a condom was also not necessary due to the fact that you used a different method of contraception. This allowed you to go straight to normal sex and other sexual activities; nevertheless, after several attempts to insert his penis inside you, Gentarou groaned slightly in frustration.

“Open up to me, baby.” He chuckled.

“Well, I’m trying!” You replied equally amused. Fortunately, another attempt turned out to be the right one. Your face immediately changed to a more sore and surprised expression, and you closed your both eyes. The new feeling of fullness was strange, yet intriguing and enjoyable. “Ugh. Slowly, please. You know you are quite big.”

“Hey, look at me, love.” He asked in a warm tone of voice, and you opened your eyelids without haste. A second later you felt a sweet, melting kiss right in the middle of your nose and your boyfriend cuddled up against your hot chest, breathing calmly. “I love you very much, Y/N. Thank you for trusting me so much. It means a lot to me, really.”

Even though Gentarou often lied and joked about others, with you he was always honest, patient and just precious. He cared a lot about your comfort (both mentally and physically) and your overall well-being, all the time making sure you weren’t in pain anymore. After all, sex should be a pleasure for both sides, and since your boyfriend was more concerned with your feelings, he was much more likely to grant your requests and wishes than his own.

He tried very hard to bring your body to the orgasm that he talked to you about so often and read about often too. In addition to moving his hips, he used his mouth to take care of your nipples and neck, and with his dominant hand touched your tender spots, giving you more pleasant stimuli. He also squeezed your thighs and hips sometimes. Your sex was really interesting and quite ‘professional’ for your first sexual intercourse. What’s interesting, after a few minutes, you changed the position in which you were at the top.

It was definitely something to be proud of and to talk about later, but first... a shower. Together, of course.

— ROSHO

↘ I think you were the one who proposed the ‘here and now’ idea. Your boyfriend was a bit surprised – after all, you two were in the middle of a long car drive because you wanted to go to the seaside for a few days. In that place, Rosho planned to take a step forward in your relationship and your – at the same time – intimate life, but as you can see you were much faster than him.

↘ Nevertheless, your boyfriend agreed with a big smile on his face; he knew that this was a difficult thing for you and a situation that required a great deal of preparation and peace of mind. After all, he had his first time long ago, and you were still new to it all. So he didn’t want to hurt you and show you that sex can be one of the most interesting forms of closeness and showing love to other person.

↘ He stopped after a short time on the sidelines, then he efficiently unfolded the armchairs, the fluffy blanket and prepared important stuff you need. At that point, he seemed to be even more tense than you, but luckily everything went smoothly and nicely.

*:･ﾟ✧*

The engine has been turned off, clothes taken off, and your boyfriend has put a condom on himself to protect the car from getting dirty, and secondly to keep the two of you safe. It was quite... an exciting moment, especially for you. After all, it was your first time. However, for Rosho, this whole situation also seemed incredibly intriguing. He had never heard of such an introduction to a sex life.

After quick preparation and use a lube on his penis, your partner asked you which position would be most comfortable for you. He definitely thought you would propose a missionary one, but what was his surprise when it turned out otherwise.

“... Maybe... from the back?” You smiled hesitantly and your lover just nodded. He was really surprised, but of course he wanted to fulfill your request as best as possible at the moment. So he put your body in a comfy position for both of you, and then smeared you with plenty of watery gel as well. A few drops fell on the blanket.

“Are you sure it’ll be okay?”

“Yes, I think so.” You giggled as you pinched the material between your all fingers. “Just do it. I’m ready, baby.”

Rosho nodded, then unhurriedly put his penis into you. When it reached the end, you let out some hot air from your mouth and then asked him to start moving. Red-eyed of course did what you asked and even leaned forward so he could kiss your neck and back. Your warm skin harmonizes perfectly with his soft lips.

“Are you okay, cupcake? Nothing hurts you?” At one point, Rosho had to really make sure not to cum at the mere sight of your body and your muscles clenching. “You’re so perfect.” He has never had a problem with premature ejaculation, but your presence was really enough to achieve full orgasm. “I love you.” In response to his question, you simply nodded, gripping the fabric tighter and tighter. Your boyfriend grasped your hips a little more firmly and then slightly accelerated his movements; however, it wasn’t chaotic or sloppy, quite the opposite. Rosho has tried to give you as much sexual satisfaction as possible while also being very, very gentle.

However, he promised you during your actual sex that he would take better care of you in the hotel room, and what you are doing now is just a taste of what awaits you in the future.

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nian-7 · 3 months

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Hello there! Can I get a matchup for HypMic (platonic & romantic) and Genshin (platonic & romantic)? Any gender for platonic, but only male characters for romantic.

Zodiac: Aries (actually Pisces-Aries cusp if that matters)

MBTI: ISTJ

Enneagram: 5w6

I like structure, so routines give me comfort. I like to have my day planned out in the morning or the day before. I’m fine with few and slight deviations, but many and larger ones not only give me anxiety but also piss me off. For these kinds, I want at least 1-day notice, so I can rearrange my schedule.

I like order and cleanliness, so messiness is one of my biggest pet peeves.

I’m not an adventurous person, so I like to stick to what I know. If I were to be put into an unfamiliar situation, such as taking a trip to somewhere I have never been, then I would do some research ahead of time. I guess you can say that I don’t like to wing it.

I’m an indoor person rather than an outdoor. When I’m outdoors, my favorite places to go are local and national parks; I like being surrounded by nature with little people around. When I’m indoor, I enjoy binge-watching, drawing, and playing video games (RPG, open word, action, adventure, puzzle, and mystery/horror/romance visual novels).

I struggle with new people, but I feel that I’m quick to warm up to others.

I really hate conflicts, and I’m terrible with confrontations. I worry about upsetting others as well as am scared of being hurt, so I avoid asserting myself even when I feel/think that I’m right. I’m very sensitive, so I tend to take things personally, even when I logically know better. These are some of the reasons why I prefer to be a follower rather than a leader.

I’m not a big talker and like to keep to myself, so I really like being with others who are comfortable with verbal silence and don’t mind that I’m just physically existing in the same space as them. I’m not much of a talker, but I like to listen to others talk when they’re troubled.

I get jealous and envious easily, but it’s never to the point of being possessive and vindictive.

My love languages are acts of service, gifts, and words of affirmation; the one that I use the least is physical touch. The love languages that I like to receive are acts of service and words of affirmation.

I hope that this is enough information for you. Thanks for reading my rambling!

that's more than enough info, don't worry! enjoy your matchup!

I match you with... (platonically)

Jean!

-So, you'll notice a trend with these characters in the way that I tried to pick some clean and organized individuals! Jean being the first one.

-She also enjoys having a schedule and doesn't deviate from it much either. It just feels like the two of you have similar personalities which would lead you to both get along well.

-Jean is able to be assertive for you when you're not comfortable with doing so, often being there to defend you if needed when you don't feel like you can.

-She also thinks a lot about things she says so I don't think there'd be a miscommunication problem with her. She'll always make sure her words can't be taken badly but she can't always control that when she's upset.

I match you with... (romantically)

Zhongli!

-Zhongli is a gentle and polite man and respects your need for structure and organization. He's overall respectful of however you are and cares about you no matter what.

-Although he may not be confrontational either, he still will stand up for his lover. It may be a very calm defense but it still has good intentions of defending you.

-His love language is quality time but, he doesn't mind occasionally using words of affirmation. Acts of service are also nice too! He enjoys doing things for you and doesn't mind doing favors when you ask.

-He enjoys verbal silence if neither of you are talking or if he's talking about something he found interesting recently. He likes silence so it's no problem to him since you're still there.

I match you with... (platonically)

Hitoya Amaguni!

-Again, I picked more organized people/people who'd be able to take confrontation for you and be assertive and so that's how we get Hitoya!

-He's more assertive and confrontational than you and doesn't take lightly to it, especially if it was a reoccurring thing. I likely would have picked Kuko instead but, he was a bit too disorganized even though he would be assertive.

-Honestly, he doesn't try to push you out of your comfort zone and just goes along with whatever you want to do. He will sometimes if you express to him that you want to try it but usually he won't.

-Doesn't mind being a friend you can lean back on when you're not feeling confident with new people or with the environment you're in. He'll be there for you to fall back onto if you need to take a second and he won't ask questions unless you say something about it outright.

I match you with... (romantically)

Rosho Tsutsujimori!

-Rosho can get very defensive and protective of you seeing as you don't like confrontation. Seeing as he once chased down a guy because he was scamming his student, he'd have no problem getting into an argument for your sake.

-His words are always gentle when they're towards you even when he sometimes can come off harsh when talking to someone like Sasara. He tones it down for you knowing that you're more sensitive to words.

-He enjoys talking about his day since you're willing to listen. He talks about his students fondly and he honestly really appreciates the fact that you're willing to listen so intently.

-He tries his best to give you the love you deserve and shows it through acts of service usually, often finding it a bit difficult to show that love through words but it's the thought that counts!

#gender neutral reader #fluff #hypmic x reader #hypmic #hypnosis mic #rosho tsutsujimori #rosho tsutsujimori x reader #rosho x reader #hitoya amaguni #hitoya x reader #hitoya amaguni x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli #jean genshin #jean x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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May I request Rosho's wife, who is a baker, meeting Dotsuitare when bringing him lunch?

Worse still? She stays for a while and feeds him his lunch in front of Rei and Sasara.

Rosho's wife meeting Dotsuitare Hompo when bringing him lunch

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;; 1306 words;;

You look at your phone, checking time. It was almost lunch break in school, and you estimate you will manage to arrive at the right time.. Yet your husband, Rosho, still hasn't answered at your massage that you will be here soon, and small worries start to tickle inside your stomach. Has something happened? Is he busy..?

And when you walk through the school gate, he doesn't meet you, as he always did. You nervously squeeze a small package with lunch for him, a small bun that you baked for him along with the main dish was still so fresh, its warmth soothing you a little.. you slowly got inside school, walking through corridors. Most kids already run away on the school playground or in the cafe, so it was kinda quiet here, as you get closer to Rosho's classroom..

"What's wrong, Rosho? Forgot to take attendance? You were absent-minded..!"

"I told you, Sasara, stop with it..!"

You stopped for a moment, hearing your husband's voice along with.. another two? Actually, it was kinda familiar voices, as you hear it a few times when some of Rosho's friends call him. Oh, so they also decided to pay a visit to him today?

"I told you several times, my wife will be here soon..!"

"I'm already here.." - you can't help but chuckle as you open the door and get inside with a small smile. Seeing the frustrated and surprised face of Rosho makes you giggle as you step closer to him, and for a moment he relaxes, eyes soft and loving as you gaze at each other.. Yet then he furrows his brows again, looking at his other visitors.

"See? Please, I'm gonna be busy now.." - he sighs tiredly, as if these two already bum him out.

"Oi oi, Rosho, how can you leave your dearest friends for just lunch?" - one of them chuckled, yet then his eyes met yours. - "Well, but If I would be honest, I would also trade many things to have dinner with such a cutie.."

Awkward smile appears on your lips as you giggle a little, recognizing Rei Amayado, old cunning womanizer, the one Rosho told you to stay away from. You hear about him just a little bit, when watching TV or reading journals with articles and interviews with Dotsuitare Hompo (Well, how can you not read them, paying special attention to Rosho's parts and not feel a little pride for your dearest spouse..?).

"Oh yeah, and this cutie is MY wife.." - Rosho mumble, hugging your waist protectively and Rei immediately waves a hand:

"Don't worry, the charm of this old man works only with unmarried stunners.."

Your husband scoffs and turns to you, again with a soft smile that he always gives just for you. It was even amusing how quickly his face changes when he talks with you, as if only your persistence was enough to soothe him.

"Here.. I think you should eat before everything gets cold.." - you took containers with food from your package and giggled a little. - "I also brought your favorite pudding and bake pun as a little treat.."

"Ohh, so you're a Baker! I donut know what Rosho would do without you." - another guy interrupted your sweet talk, getting closer with a wide smile.

"Sasara!" - your husband gets frustrated. Well, he always gets kinda shy when you show your attention in front of everyone, and when someone points it out? Rosho's ashamed..

"Come on, Rosho, don't be shy! I think she really loaf you..!" - the comedian chuckled, noticing that you were trying not to laugh.

Of course you also remembered Sasara too, as his face was always on TV. Well, he's a popular comedian, after all, and sometimes you find some of his terrible puns funny.. Yet you also wanted to get some time with your husband alone, so you quickly calm down.

"Yes, that's why I'm here today.." - you then turn to Rosho, and can't help but also tease him a little, watching light pink on his cheeks. - "To check if my dear husband is actually relaxing on his lunch break, and not spending it with paperwork, like last time.."

He shrugs his shoulders, looking away and mumbling that he just got too carried away. Just why you decided to be such a savage today, making him all flustered in front of his team? But at the same time it was kinda nice, as your care warms his heart a little. And maybe, in the depth of his heart, he does want to show off a little, so these two would know how happy and spoiled he is in his marriage. But will your husband ever admit it? Who knows..

"Ooh, how lucky you are, Rosho! Get yourself such an angelic wife.." - as if Rei can read your mind, cooing at you two.

"Well, life is always batter with a good piece of cutie pie..!" - Sasara plays along too, giggling.

Oh, of course you giggle too, as a small idea comes to your mind. It looks like Rosho's friends are not in any rush and didn't plan to go anywhere.. So do you. Well, instead, why don't you stay for a while and feed your husband? As it would be a great idea to finally get some attention from each other. Of course when you start dating him you know that he wouldn't have that much time due his work and rap life, but you still get kinda annoyed sometimes with how often these practices can be.. So today you would show his friends that Rosho is, actually, having another important business besides his team.

"Come on, or everything actually would be cold.." - you call him and bring another chair for yourself, sitting at his table. For a second your lover gets surprised and sits with a confused face near you, yet when you open one of the containers and take a fork he suddenly realizes everything.

"W.. wait.. But Sasara, and Rei-" - Rosho mumble yet you just shush, placing a little piece of dish in his still opened mouth. He immediately takes it, and, despite you still can see embarrassment on his face, sparkles of pure joy flash in his eyes. Well, he always loved your food, doesn't matter if it was cooking or baking, as it was more delicious than any food in the best expensive restaurant can ever be anyway.

"Here. Is it good?" - you smile, watching how his face lit up. You absolutely adore this softer side of your husband that he is always trying to hide with his calm and collected behavior. Well, but that's why he's marrying you - because you were the only one who was able to bring this gentleness from his soul and put so much joy and love in his heart.

"Ahh..! Now I'm hungry too..!" - Sasara sighs dramatically, looking at his friend and clinging to him. - "I doughnot belong here, but maybe you would let me join you?"

"I'm sure our kind and generous Rosho wouldn't mind.." - Rei chuckled and took a chair, sitting on the other side of the desk, in front of you and Rosho, who got all anxious and annoyed again.

"I swear to god.. You two don't even let me take a break for a few minutes.." - your husband sighs, then looks at you with a playful smile. - "S/o, don't even look at them. You made this all for me, after all.."

"Huh!! Not even a bite of bun for my pun?"

You giggle, taking another piece of your cooking on a fork. Well, maybe it's not the way you imagine your little date with Rosho today, but things get more funny so you decide to stick around and watch the great Dotsuitare Hompo closer. As it seems you will be able to see more interesting accidents today..

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic rosho #rosho tsutsujimori x reader #rosho x reader #hypmic rosho #rosho tsutsujimori #dotsuitare hompo

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