#tamaki smutt

[plaindangan]

(Note, you see how I usually joke about how secretely Angie is a sex godess with reality altering powers and a secretely lustfull mind~ of a succubus queen ? Well that, but it’s Kaede)

Would you believe that ? It’s cosplay day in V3 class! And everything is fun and chill except for one boy… Shuichi! The reason..? His best girl-friend and crush Kaede decided to cosplay as tamaki from fire force, minus the hair, thanks to tsumugi the cosplay is perfect but.. she’s wearing the fire fighter’s girl uniform! Meaning Kaede is walking around in a bra! (And cool as hell coat and trousers that shows some nice tights) her more than big breasts bouncing and jiggling around!… not only that but.. it seems no one seem to realize it appart from shu! And the more he stares at them… the more he feel compeled to continue! Even if his embarassement gets the best of him the arousal keep on comming! Each time he looks they look bigger, fuller, warmer, lewder, more inviting.. demanding.. ORDERING him to let go of his Inibitions and turn into a simp~! After a while it’s not just the breasts that seem to grow!.. it’s Kaede as a whole~! She grows Thiccer, sluttier, slightly taller, more muscular and built yet still so plump and thicc~! More dominative~… more hungry for the emo femboy and his fat ass that looks even fatter in that cute skirt~… uh~? Wasn’t he the ultimate detective~?… he can’t remember… he can just stare at boobs~… stare at Kaede~… she’s asking him to follow her to her room~… and they’ll never get out~

Basically a corruption smutt story from shuichi’s perspective, you can add a Sex scene at the end but not obligated, don’t hesitate to take your time, insist on how is mind, her body, herself, his own body, the world, slowly gets changed~ Ehehe imagine me sending an ask that isn’t a ton of work~! Do it and I’ll send a huge frustrated policegirl rumi sitting on plain~!

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

When it came to cosplay day, Shuichi didn't think much of it. I mean, yeah, it would be nice dressing up with his friends, but otherwise it would be just a regular day like no other...

Life, however, decided Shuichi should be wrong. Very wrong. Because at this time Shuichi, dressed as Pokemon Trainer Red, was currently next to a Kaede that was, ah, more than just a little exposed. Apparently her cosplay was from some character named Tamaki who was a firefighter of sorts. Now, that wouldn't' be bad, except for the fact that aside from a pair of baggy uniform pants and jacket, Kaede wasn't wearing a shirt. Meaning she was constantly exposing a black bra that covered her ample chest. Her very....jiggly brea-!!!

What was he thinking!?

Shaking his head, he looked away, just in time as Kaede had hooked an arm around him, excitedly asking if he's seen the other classes cosplays yet?

Focus! He needs to focus! On her boo-gah! On Kaede herself. Just don't look down. As they went from class to class, at first, things seemed to go well. Kaede looked amazed at the costumes that her peers picked out and even Shuichi was impressed. Things were looking up.......

Then Shuichi just happened to glanced downwards and looked nearly flabbergasted. He, n-not out of anything perverse mind you its just total coincidence this keeps happening, knew Kaede's chest more than anything. It was big and blatant, but never more!! So...why was it now somehow bigger??? Plumper and, somehow, even jigglier as she moved slightly around, it couldn't have been a trick of the eyes...right? No, who was he kidding? He's just seeing things!

(In the back of his mind, inexplicably, he could have sworn a familiar voice was giggling to herself)

As they walked to the next class, almost as if he was daring for something to happen, Shuichi peeked at her chest again and found-!!

Yeah, okay, something was up. Her breasts were now straining her bra for all it was worth and looked even larger than her head?! How!? Shuichi's eyes were darting between her chest and looking for everyone's else's looks on the matter...and they weren't doing anything at all!? Heck, it didn't even seem like one of them noticed!? How could this...wait. Hold it.

Her stomach...was it ripped? Kaede was a lot of things but, even she wasn't dedicated to building up muscle. Yet, she suddenly now had a six pack!? He blinked and was going to finally ask what was going on...but his eyes went wide. Tall....she was now towering over both himself and even the likes of Gonta!! And no one noticed a thing!? Kaito, Maki, Rantaro, hell, Kokichi!? Nobody!? Not even one? They all kept chatting with each other like nothing was amiss. As if Shuichi was the weird one for noticing these oddities.

Everytime he blinked or glanced away it was like Kaede's body was changing just to spite him. Stronger arms. Thiccer hips. An ass that was rounder than ever and dwarfed even the likes of Miu and Kirumi's!! What was going on? Kaede, in a span of a few seconds, now resembled an incredibly fit, curvier firefighting Amazon!? This...this had to be some sort of trick!? There's no way this was feasible...right?

Thoughts like those were in his head, but they gradually began to be overwhelmed by something else. His own urges to be with Kaede, experience a pleasure never before felt with her. His face was red about the potential, so much so that he tried to avoid Kaede possibly staring at it whenever possible.

But, this was Kaede, picking up details like was second nature to her now!~ By the time everything was winding down, Kaede had bent over, giving Shuichi more than a good look at her boobs, before whispering ever so softly:

"You're really on fire, hmmm?~ I know exactly how to put one out~ Won't you follow me, Sweetheart?~" Her low, melodic, whisper always knew how to grip Shuichi and today was no different. Throwing the lovesick, horny, detective over her shoulder she gave a good slap to his perky skirt covered ass...huh? Was...was he always wearing a skirt? What was he thinking...of course he was! He was cosplaying as Pokemon Trainer Leaf now. He just looked so cute in that red miniskirt!~ It really highlighted his curvy things annd that wasn't even mentioning how it barely covered his fat ass~ Just one slightly stronger breeze or bending forward a biiit too much and anyone could see his pale caboose, covered by a dark green pair of lacey panties~

Something that drew Kaede crazy as she got a good feel of such a thing. She just knew that she'll have fun trying to 'quench the fire' that had gathered so very much in those full balls of his. Yes, she'll spend hours upon hours dutifully putting out every last, gooey, sticky, white 'spark'~ And then afterwards? Well, he could use that tongue of his to put out the inferno that was going wild in her!~ She was excited to not only milk him dry, but also feel what his own cock can do to 'quench' her blaze!~

As the couple went off, a giggling artist could only watch from afar. Smiling ever so happily at her accomplishment. Nothing better than spending a Friday afternoon prodding the flames of love!~

[pairofmelaninkweens]

Shrine of Lies

Characters: Preist Tamaki x Y/n

Word count: 6131 

By: @sweet-darling91

TW:CW: Marking, biblical references, sacrilege, demons, corruption, marking, biting, mutual masterbation, cunnilingus, blowjob

This Peice is a part of the 𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 please check out the other works here, and mind the content warnings!

The work of an exorcist was arduous, traumatizing and even life-threatening. You and your team, a young group of exorcists, continue to train and aid the remote village in Japan from the rising number of possessions and assaults from demons. Tasks range from blessing homes, tending to the ill, cleansing a home from a demon assault and exorcizing the demons from a host body. Even after exorcizing the demon and banishing it, the responsibility of tending to whatever damage the fallout was also fell on you.

 At first nothing phased you, you got into this line of work to help and support others as best as you could. Your views on the locals were expressed when you rolled your eyes and accepted their old fashioned and unfounded tips with underhanded comments of your own, it still weighed on you and formed a jaded view on the locals. No matter what you did for them, they would praise your name for 5 minutes, then resume their onslaught of demands and eventually returned to the sins that drove them to darken your doorstep with sullen expressions waiting for you to clean up their mess all over again. Jaded, was one way of expressing your feelings towards their hypocritical and backwards demands. You were here to help, not to be a slave to their crooked crusade. At this rate once you were perfectly happy having your guard up, only being contacted when necessary. All the other exorcists except Tamaki followed suit. The village favorites the young priest for his pious nature, he was always diligent in his tasks relating to the church and listened carefully to whatever they had to tell him through his slight fidgets and the blush that spanned his entire face.  What’s more is the way he would carry himself, with dignity that compensated the social awkwardness. His habit of mumbling and soft introverted nature was endearing and explained why he would pair with you. You were a buffer between him and those who blindly idolized him, drawn to his purity. You weren’t into socializing with the locals either, but your straightforwardness aided you in taking the lead, and keeping the dreaded social interactions to a minimum for him. He was more inclined to completing the tasks. Whenever you witnessed him performing them, he was a natural genius in the way he made it look so effortless compared to your peers, and in some instances you would swear you would see a fleeting glimmer of darkness in his eyes with the slightest smirk at the sight of the possessed hosts, or  hear a sarcastic chuckle he tried to supress with his mutterings when you were retreating to the confines of your sanctuary. It was clear to you that he was hiding something and on days like today where you paired up to gather supplies in the village gave you optimum time to pick up on some of the habits he would mask with his mumbling and fidgeting, either Tamaki was a pious man, struggling against his own sinful nature, or a wolf in sheep’s clothing, either option was exciting, but you were secretly hoping it was the latter.

 Back on the church grounds you were welcomed with a notice that there was an impromptu meeting with Tashiro, and the other members. Exasperation escaped your lips in a sigh and grumbling as you made your way to the meeting, slamming yourself in the furthest chair from the group and closest to the door to hear what Father Fat gum had to say. When the large, muscled man made his way through the entrance and stood at the centre of the room he cleared his throat and scanned the faces gathered, mentally taking attendance.

“Glad that you were all able to make it to this meeting, it is a bit of an urgent matter to remind you of why we are here, what are roles are and what is expected of us during our stay.” He begins, noticing you huff and roll your eyes then settle yourself to sit quietly and give him your attention. It’s not Fat gum that stoked your irritation, it’s what comes next that tests your patience.

“I’m sorry that I don’t have better news to share with you all, but it seems that the villagers have some concerns that worried head office and now we are instructed to fall into some of their rules if we are to stay here.” He casts a side glance at you as his lips thin in concern of your reaction. Wipes his head and proceed in a neutral tone. “We are supposed to be the example of what they are to follow, so there is going to be more scorn and burden on our part in how we carry ourselves. Namely how we carry ourselves when we are not on duty. I’m not going to spare you the unnecessary details and get to the point. We are to no longer pair off in coed partners unless said partners are married. Interactions with others need to be held to a minimum. So, no touching while we are out. Dressing should be modest.” He pauses to clear his throat, must be from spewing the absolute bullshit they are having him repeat. “Even if your bodies are shaped a certain way, clothing is to conceal not reveal. Now finally the last and most important part is, abstinence. We are to remain pure to these folks to be taken seriously, and before you berate me. I have rung off their phone, bargained and argued with every supervisor leading to the head. Unfortunately, these mandates are not going anywhere, and we have to practice them effective immediately.” He finishes with his eyes on the floor and his mouth sunken into a frown.

 “That sounds like complete and utter puritan garbage.” you spat your disapproval and looked away in disgust.

 “Sorry, it’s what we have to answer to, Y/N. Apparently, this will make us more trustworthy, more reliable in the eyes of the community. Honestly we don’t need to make more waves given the dismal situation they are already in.” Tashiro reassured,

 “It’s still garbage, the whole no sex till married, and no sex for priests and exorcists? It’s ridiculous, no” - you smirked cruelly.  “a divine comedy, that the same ‘community’ thinks they have a say as to what we do in our personal lives, when it’s their vices that cause us to risk life and limb!” You retort with such passion Tamaki looked straight into your eyes. “Tama,” your sudden attention gave him a start. “Yeah?”

“Aren’t you tired of this strain? These incessant rules? They forever give themselves over to the very said demons that they fear whenever they need something. Just last week we had to fight against one of Beelzebub’s lower grade minions because two merchants surrendered to their own greed-'' At the mention of that incident made Tamaki bow his head and pointedly look at the floor, to others that looked as if you were making him uncomfortable. Had that been the case you would have backed up, but that little shit was suppressing a smirk, you were sure of it because that was the same way he would stifle his laughter whenever you studied scriptures on the blind leading the blind, how man-made rules and ideologies lead the people of the past straight into the hands of the same demons they feared. The irony was all too much for him not to grin at, but his reputation allowed him to get away with these mannerisms. The perfect disguise, you thought much like that of one of the princes of darkness. Tashiro cuts you off with a warning look and an irritated noise from clearing his throat, he must be tired of your outbursts whenever you called shit for what it was, and unlike Tamaki, your reputation was less than pious, but your skills were what saved you from being booted from the clergy. “I did warn you of how primitive this neck of the woods can be in certain customs. Celibacy happens to be one of them.  Let’s try not to make any waves, yeah?” he finishes with a hard look of finality and concludes the impromptu meeting, sending everyone to their quarters. You lag to walk with Tamaki. The trip is silent, but you pick up on the way his breathing gets ragged when you catch close in on him, eyeing the rouge color creeping up his neck and the way he bites his lip and hunches his shoulders. As you are round the corner to your rooms you stop him just short of his door in the cranny shielding the two of you from the view of any onlookers, but just barely.

 “Tamaki, this sounds like garbage to you too, doesn’t it?” you whispered to him with a sad look in your eyes that he can’t place. “Y/N, I’m sure it’s a hassle that will pass, just remember to be in check of your emotions so as not to make yourself vulnerable when we go out to exorcise demons ok?” he says hoping it brings some sort of ease to you. He’s surprised when you smile at him and wrap your arms around his middle. Closing his eyes he relaxes in the feeling of your warmth, the smell of your shampoo tempts him to lean into the hug and then he feels the softness of your breasts squeeze into him. “You could do that for me, can’t you….Tama~” your breathy whisper floods his face with warmth, and he leans away when  you release him, meeting his gaze you clasped one of his hands and squeezed it between your smaller ones. You were pushing him, baiting him out to bend the rules.

“Y/N what are you doing? You can’t be touching me here in the open, the hug was risky.” He stammers, turning his head, fixing his attention to the stained-glass windows.

 “Tamaki~” You purr, trailing your finger down his temple, then tracing the sharp line of his jaw, turning his head forcing his gaze to return to meet yours. Tell me, do you honestly think complying to the forced celibacy rule will make us better at our job? Answer me honestly and I’ll let go.”

Tamaki’s body grows rigid, large hands grasping your shoulders and pushing your body against the wall, causing you to pout at him. “That’s not nice.”

 “I don’t agree with them, but I’m not getting into trouble either. I have been able to suppress my desires for years, and despite what you think. We can get in trouble just by being this close.” He mutters.

 “Then are we gonna sort through these feeling together?” you close the space between you and palm the growing bulge in his pants. “You know I like being around you, I like how gentle you are. I especially like how excited you get to see me.” You hum, but he stands upright. “The rules have just been made y/n. I’m not going to break them on the first night.” He asserts and brushes past you  with his hand on the knob of his chamber door, but before he opens it you hear him mutter in a deep, darkening tone that makes your hairs stand on end. “Don’t go knocking on the devil’s door, he might just answer.” You smirk to yourself as he disappears into his room and locks the door. That was his answer, but you could see he didn’t mean it. The rigidness and the fumbling of his hands were tactics in keeping himself busy from grabbing you, that didn’t escape your observations, and you have been watching him for some time, picking up on these behaviours, sparking your curiosity and pushing you to find out where these clues lead to. Repressed urges, or wolf in sheep’s clothing. You were determined to find out, despite his warnings.

Pulling yourself off the wall with a disappointed huff you make your way into your room, slipping out of your robes and walking over to your dresser to get a change of clothes when you heard it. A soft whimper rung in your ears. Tamaki sat on his bed on the opposite side of the wall stroking his aching length, eyes closed and imagining your smaller hands barely able to wrap around his length stroke him from base to tip, playing with his tip. Squeezing his eyes to suppress the frustration that melted away when he heard your voice, through the walls. “Tamaki~ please.” Your sweet moan made him buck into the air unconsciously. His pointed ears twitched listening to you but there was no mistaking the sounds of you fingering yourself. “I can hear you, you don’t have to answer me, but let me do this with you.”  You whisper through the wall. There was no time to think of any reason to reject you, you were moaning so sweetly for him. Helping him through his time of need right? Surly this one transgression would be overlooked. Scooting closer to the wall, secretly kicking himself because it could have been your body, he was scooting closer to instead. “Go faster” he ordered, matching his strokes to the squelching sounds of your fingers plunging into your wet swollen pussy. Fuck he wished it was his cock splitting you open, watching your essence coat his cock before it disappeared deep inside you. “I’m close Tamaki” you mewled the pace of your fingers sped up, the sounds were all he could hear, all he focused on when he fucked into his fist, then finally shooting silken ropes of cum up his belly, as he heard you stifle you moan as you reached your climax. He reached over to grab a cloth to clean himself, smiling over at the wall. Not daring to say anything to urge you to do anything impulsive and get you into more trouble. Then drifted off to sleep, his head pressed against the wall, with you mirroring his actions on the other side.

Then next morning you were sitting in the pews watching Tamaki bless the crosses and refill the holy water bottles for the other priest on duty performing exorcisms in the village. When his hands were busy, it was easy for his mind to focus on the task at hand. The look of total concentration and his steady hands stirred something wicked in you, wanting to push his buttons and shake his resolve. This, moments when he was busy fulfilling his duties rendered his morale struggle and indiscretions invisible in the eyes of the others but you weren’t the others you thought to yourself abandoning the Pew, you join him on the opposite side of the altar tracing your fingers over the cherry oak. “Anything I can do to help… Brother Tamaki” you whisper leaning forward just enough for him to be able to spy your cleavage. Smirking when you see the colour rise from his neck to his hairline, dropping the bottles and stumbling back stuttering. “Ttt-too close y/n”. Pouting with a finger to your chin you slip around the altar to his side. “ooo Tama-kii~”, are you ill? Your rather flushed” you coo, feeling his forehead, making sure to press your chest into his. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips when you feel him instinctively move to grab you, but instead stiffens his entire body, planting himself in place. “You know you can grab me, cus...I’m not going to break.” whispering the latter half you pull back with a wink “unless you want to break me. That would be fun too.” you smile, unable to hide your mirth, but he shushes you with his finger against your lips. “can’t do this y/n” he mutters and slams your hands down to your sides before retreating to his quarters. Well, there is something to be said about that stubborn resolve he has, once he made up his mind on something he sure gave his all in standing by it. Too bad you were hell-bent on making sure that “belief” he had unraveled, it was satisfying to see that look of impending defeat cross his face. You finished his task for him and headed over to your quarters, which are conveniently neighbouring Tamaki’s. With your bed to the wall, you could hear him trying to suppress the low moans and whimpers, as he no doubt was stroking his cock falling apart as he fucked his fist. What was he thinking about? Well, you certainly accompanied him in reaching down your garments and rubbing slow tight circles into your clit, imagining how full his thick fingers would make your cunt feel, how he could mute your voice with two of his digits in your mouth. Hoping that he would give in and come through your door to sink his cock into you and fuck you into the mattress. What you didn’t see was the changes to his appearance he was stifling, as his restraint began to unravel, the fluctuations in his voice and the protesting groans in response to the change of his mass.

 Weeks had passed since you last gotten to work with Tamaki, the confines of the Chapel began to get on your nerves, the frustration of not having your whispered moments in the night, glancing his expressions when you brushed close to him, offered yourself to him only to see the struggle with his own ideals and the orders that were forced on you. The villagers seemed to be well pleased though the visitors never ceased to utter their pleased opinions of how much better you were carrying yourself. You had to bite your tongue when they asked you. “Don’t you feel much better now that you look the part?” they wouldn’t know what looking the part was if it was right before their eyes. From all the secret looks you would cast Tamaki in the brief moments in passing you knew that he wanted more than this. He was full of potential, overlooked for his quiet agreeable nature, but if you took the time, like you have been with the secret nightly routine guiding each other to release, you could see that there was a powerful darkness, a dominance in him that you wanted to feel.  Smiling to yourself you placed in your request for practicing the ritual for confessions after an exorcism. Knowing Tamaki would be the one to answer that request given that he was the most skilled at the task, the one that was always requested by popular demand. It was almost eerie the way that he was revered, naturally drawing the villagers to his side, like moths to a flame.  Always in awe as he banished some of the top tier minions haunting homes, reining havoc from a deal gone awry, and it was the last Exorcism that confirmed your belief and answered your hunch.  A villager’s daughter who was possessed by a lesser demon had made eye contact with him and addressed him with reverence before being slain. You could not ignore the unmistakable look of disdain in his expression, the way his body stood with the confidence of a certified leader. Then of course the muttering of in the distorted tone, “should have executed you long ago.” Approaching his side, you asked. “Did you know that demon?” The question made his eyes hone in on you as if gauging you to decide on the best answer, then dismissing it with an awkward wave of his hand with the attempt of masking the event with his false timid nature, and sheepish voice. That was enough, you just needed him alone, and to stay in the room long enough to get what you wanted. Based on what you witnessed lined with what you studied in The Grimoire of Pope Honorius, the appearance, skills and abilities aligned with Tamaki’s quirk and the way the population of the area perceived him. One of the ancient demon kings was known for his ability to shift from man to creature and even a mixture of the two. As well as the hoarse voice, the demanding presence of a leader since he easily led sixty legions of lesser demons complete with skills to use invisibility, and popularity. The latter lining perfectly with how he was able to hide in plain sight yet being revered by the masses. Indeed this “lesson” would be one to remember.

 When the time came you dressed the part perfectly, not a hair out of place, robes freshly starched and ironed. However, it was the same robes that the village requested you not to wear because of how poorly it concealed your curves. If anything, the garment that would have offered a baggy fit on others, proved to be snug on your frame. You even pushed the envelope in neglecting your tights to cover your bare legs. You were not in need of concealing anything you thought with excitement. Barely containing yourself when you heard the doors swing open.

  What is it that you need my help with y/n?”

 “Oh, you know, just running through the steps of confession, nothing major.” 

His pulse rises, his gut tightens with anticipation; he knows that you were exceptional in what you were doing, but his curiosity and the allure of seeing what you had up your sleeve excited him. He was so good for so long, depriving these forbidden pleasures for years. Years that stretched longer than your lifespan. Surely if he slipped just this once, it could be overlooked; if he could just see what it was you were up to, he could sate his curiosity and retreat to his quarters before anything serious transpired. Closing his eyes and refocusing his attention on you, he asked, “ ok, let’s practice receiving the forgiveness of sins to confess. Y/n I need you to get down on your knees and recite the initial line.” Your lips tugged at the corners into a small smile. “I’m a wretched sinner that needs your sanctification,” you purr, sinking to your knees, palms pressed together, doe eyes looking up at him through lashes barely masking the glimmer of mischief as you open your mouth and stretch out your tongue with a lewd moan, parting your thighs.” Tamaki’s eyes widen in shock at your downright lewd actions in the middle of the pulpit, no less. He could feel lust heat his blood, coursing through his body, tightening the coil in his core, and his mouth salivate. Fuck, that moan sounded so good, so sweet; as bratty as you were, he was sure you could be good, you could behave. He could make you behave with his steady hand. He knew it, was sure of it he thought as he forced his body still to allow him to take the bread and place it on your waiting tongue. He watches you capture his thumb between your lips, pulling a small gasp from his throat witnessing you pulling his thumb in your mouth. Swirling your warm tongue around it, savouring the salt on his fingertips, and humming in pleasure all while holding his gaze. Tamaki’s mouth drops open, watching you, feeling his cock twitch to life, and before he was conscious of what he was doing, he hooks the thumb in your mouth pulling you close to his growing bulge. Not ready for him to take the opportunity to come to his senses, you reach for his hips, smoothing your hand down his thigh, pressing your nails down as you go, dragging them back up and finally palming his growing erection. 

 Tamaki yanks at your jaw so harshly it makes you squeeze your eyes shut, then look up at him. “ You, filthy temptress.” his voice held a deep dark timber that amplified in his chest, his eyes starting to glow with a light of danger as his pupils began to dilate. Once again, he surprises you with that resolve of his when he shakes his head, pulling away from you and raking his fingers through his indigo strands, exhaling as if that would force the temptations out of his mind, wipe the lewd actions and sounds you made from his mind. You couldn’t let that be the case, where was the fun in that? You stood up and made your way to the altar, taking a seat and whistling over to him, getting his attention. “I’m sorry, Tama, but tell me. Do you honestly think that depriving your needs to the point that your mind spirals into insanity will save you? Who do you think your prayers go? And what deity do you think these pitiful actions will appease?” you mock.

 Tamaki’s ears grew hot, and his eyes narrowed. “You think my actions are pointless?”

You pretend to mull over his question. “I never said that. I just think you forgot who you are and are trying to awaken your full potential. You need to stop suppressing it, Tamaki~” you purr his name the same way you do when you touch yourself in the shroud of darkness, to the sounds of him fucking into his fist and spilling his cum all over himself. Tutting at the memory, you lick your lips and hope that this time, it would be your throat he cums into instead of his fist. “Everything I do has a purpose.” irritation heats his word, his canines elongate as he sneers at you, approaching with an unhurried pace. “What potential do you think you can unlock in me and how?” he asks. Finally, he is asking the right question. Spreading your legs and hiking up your robes, you begin to ask, “well, you can manifest what you eat; what if I tell you, I have something that will manifest your truth if you have a taste?” He stops and stares; the look of conflicting thoughts span across his face, but you call out to him. “You know I have never hurt you; why would I start now?” You pull your panties to the side and run your finger up your slit, spreading your lips and curling the finger of your free hand over to him. As if caught in a trance, he closes the distance between you and kneels between your thighs, finally close enough to appreciate the sweet soft scent of your skin and the slick glistening on your lips. Before he could stop himself, he licks a hot stripe up your quivering cunt, moaning in response to the sinful sound coming out of you. The taste of you dances on his tongue, the sweetest and most sinful flavour he has ever had, clouding his logic and corrupting everything he has ever known, tarnishing every practice and need to stop like aged silver. His muscles contracted, and his nails grew into talons that bite into the plush of your thighs, sending sharp pricks of paint ebbing into pleasure as he prods his tongue into you, groaning when your walls flutter around his tongue and squeeze down onto him. He begins to lose himself in you, worshiping you with a hungry mouth, searching tongue, and holding onto you like your cunt is the only salvation left in this life. The feeling of him contorting his tongue in you was overwhelming you, you have had men tongue fuck you before, just not the way Tamaki was actually prodding deep, swirling his tongue against the convulsing walls of your pussy. Your moans rose in volume, pitch and with a tone of neediness. His tongue felt like it was actually stretching you, as he rocked his face back and forth. Nodding when you bucked your hips into his mouth. His eyes rolled back feeling any sense of restraint evaporate, being replaced with the need to claim you, mark you, and consume you. He wanted to ruin you, and why shouldn’t he? If no good deed goes unpunished. Then he’s ready to deal with whatever the wages are for this transgression. His tongue elongates inside of you, the friction it causes has you whimpering from the ways it made you writhe in pleasure, as you submerge into the warm pulsing bliss of your orgasm. Tamaki’s assault on your fluttering walls does not stop, he continues contorting his tongue in you despite your efforts in closing your legs from the feeling of overstimulation, but the force he uses made his talons bite into your thighs pricking you with sharp stings of pain. Pulling back his head and pulling his tongue out of your dripping lips, he laps at the swollen flesh, looking at you with blown pupils almost making his eyes look completely as dark as the night sky outside. 

 Licking his lips clean of you, he leans in close to breathe against your clit. “ Well done, y/n. I think I know what it is you want me to realize, but before we get to that task, and before you get to cum again, why not reward me? nothing is free, so why don’t you go ahead and take a taste for yourself?” He releases his hold on your thighs letting them droop to the altar like the tendrils of a jellyfish. Watching Tamaki rise to his feet made your mouth fall open to see his new height, and the ways his toned body had filled out his robes, threatening to tear at the seams when he moved his arms. You were surprised the effects of his quirk were working so quickly but the time for realizations was cut short when he let his pants and boxers pool around his ankles revealing his veiny erection. He wrapped his hand around his length and fisted himself giving himself a few pumps to alleviate the throbbing need building up. Your mouth watered seeing the way pre began to seep from his swollen tip. Sliding off the altar you make your way before Tamaki, who now caresses your face letting you relax into his large palm so he can sharply grab your cheeks and pull your face close to his. “I’m your God now.” Though he never asked for it, you nodded your understanding. Both your heart and your pussy fluttered with the excitement of his transformation. “Now it’s time for you to worship me as such'' he breathes. Voice so low it resonated in your core, flashing goosebumps across your flesh. “Tch, if you want me to bless you, you have to serve me, nothing is free '' The command shoots down your spine and pools into a tightening cord in your core. When he snaked his hands through your hair, gripping your strands close to your scalp and bringing you to your knees observing intently as you wrap your lips around his cock, slipping your eyes shut and wrapping your hand pumping the length that didn't fit down your throat. Tamaki flexed his thighs and groaned in pleasure, slowly pushing his hips forward as you pump him, swirling your tongue along the underside of his cock twitching in your mouth and moaning around it, letting the vibrations of your moan pleasure him further. Taking advantage of your relaxed muscles he thrusted into you brushing your hands away, content with your actions making you look like you were uttering a lewd prayer on your knees, eyes closed, and hands clasped around the base of him. Fuck you were so eager to please why did he deprive himself this pleasure for so long? Your moans began to sound more desperate, as his pace increased fucking your throat raw. Barely giving you time to catch a breath before his thick hot seed pooled on your tongue. His large hand slipped down from your hair and wrapped around your throat lightly squeezing the side gathering your attention to slide open your eyes. "Don't swallow, show me" he ordered as he slipped his slickened cock out of your mouth, biting at his bottom lip at the sight of your fucked out expression. The sound of tearing fabric filled the otherwise silent room and made you widen your eyes to see what was happening. Tamaki had manifested wings, shredding his robes and you realized he also had claws growing from his hands. You should be panicking, yet the euphoric feeling of excitement floods your bloodstream with dopamine, dilating your pupils, reducing your irises to thin strips of e/c. Lapping up the cum and looking up at his Ruby irises you curl your lips into a smile. "I knew you were something more, a wolf hiding in sheep's clothing. Baal." You mused.

 "And you have done well seeing who I am, obediently recognising me, constantly offered yourself to me despite the persecution you received." He says stroking your hair then grabbing the nape of your neck pulling you up to your feet, then scooping you up into his hold. "Your body is a beautiful offering I accept with contentment." He whispers against your jaw, freeing you of your remaining clothing, effectively removing anything that would prevent him from making direct contact with your heated skin. Carting you over to the altar and spreading your thighs so he could slot himself between them. You stare up at him in a heated gaze, pulse thrumming in your ears, goosebumps line your skin, and your waiting cunt are already slick and quivering. Ready for him to fuck you into the afterlife, and he does. He lines his head with your swollen lips, slipping his hardening cock through your silken folds, relishing the sound of your mewls and stifled moans. It’s cute to see you tremble beneath him, bucking your hips with impatience. He laughs at your futile attempts and slaps his length against your sensitive swollen clit, pulling a small squeal of surprise from you. Seeing how frustration creased your eyebrows, pouted your lips and welled tears threatening to breach your waterline and streak down your face. When you feel his head breach your entrance and you clench down on him, feeling how deliciously he stretches you as he sinks deeper into your warmth that welcomes the intrusion by clenching down on him. The feeling is mutually divine: the burn from the stretch as he bottoms out inside you melds into pleasure almost instantly when he starts to pull out and plummets back into you with so much force you gasp out breaths each time he repeats the movement. Your clit tickling against the dusting of groomed pubes sent pleasure signals shooting through your nerves. Your back arched as Baal dug his talons into your sides creating shallow scratches and lapping at the blood that sprang up. You felt light headed at the mixture of pain from how he was slamming his hips into yours, scratching and marking your body, then feeling pleasure when he licked and soothed the wounds, when he brought his lips to your ear and praised you for taking his entire length how beautiful you are  and how sweet your voice is pleading for him not to stop as your are swept away in the shocking current of  your orgasm. Placing your palms up and nibbling at his bottom lip to deepen the kiss he presses against your lips he chuckles and grabbed onto the altar’s edge and delivers sloppy punishing blows of his hips into yours making your see glowing stars dancing in your field of vision and hearing a splintering noise muted in your ears and  then feeling like you were falling, only to be caught by a pair of large warm hands that offered stability, a safe space to fall apart in, and so you did. Cumming hard, covered in sweat and exhausted from taking the fucking of a lifetime from the Demon king brought you back to your senses to realize you were spit on Tamaki’s dick, while he held you up with no effort, making you feel tiny compared to his now towering form with extended wings, fangs extending from his lips, claws that threatened to pierce your flesh with one wrong move. His legs were thickly muscled and feet hooved in his signature appearance. Despite the changed exterior you could still make out Tamaki’s personality mingled with the dark deity as he brought his lips to your temple, nuzzling you and smiling when he felt your weak hands caress his cheeks. The intimate moment was interrupted with the door creaking open, revealing the arrival of a shell-shocked Fat Gum, other lower ranking priests and exorcist staring at the sight of your joined bodies in the center of the pulpit and the destroyed alter that Tamaki fucked you on now laying in splinters scattered around your feet. Well, now that they see, maybe now they will believe, not everything was what it seemed.

[kylimarz]

Tamaki amajiki smutt teaser

He seemed uncomfortable recently, more fidgety than usual. He had stopped looking over when you laughed at something Mirio said. The recent achievement of his ability to meet your eyes had diminished. This was all you could think about recently. Yes, your stuff had been going missing, knick knacks, sweaters, ect. But you had ignored it as your room is an utter mess and you had always been clumsy with putting things back in their place. It started messing with your grades though, the emotions of Tamaki ignoring you on top of finals and your stuff going missing had your mind constantly distracted. The only thing you could think to do was to talk to Amajiki, he’s a close friend after all and you needed to find out what was bothering him.

“Tama, would you train with me this evening!” You shouted across the hallway getting a glimpse of the mans impish ears. You couldn’t let him get away so trapping him in a public setting was the only way to do so even if that left you feeling bad.

“Oh, um, y/n…sure” he stumbled a bit trying to find words a blush creeping up to his ears that the loud ask. Turning to face you you noticed him reach to adjust something but think better of it as he quickly glanced at your face and started walking away.

“Awesome! I’ll see you later then Tama!” You waved with a grin excited to get some alone time with your avoidant friend.

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Ok don’t be mean this is just an unedited posible future work. Hope you enjoy the teaser!

[iisasxia]

Wearing their sign. color as an Apron ————-««

Not Requested!

Warning: Fem Reader x BNHA Boys, Smutt, Teasing NickNames, Aged Up(18+)‼️

Summ: You’re in the kitchen cooking in Bakugo, Kirishima, Tamaki, + Shinsou’s signature colors as they walk in + react to it

Characters Mentioned: Bakugo, Kirishima, Tamaki, + Shinsou

Code Words: Y/N= Your Name, E/C= Eye Color, S/C= Skin Color

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Enjoy 🥺💜

— Bakugo Katsuki —

• So you’re bold bold huh?

• Wearing his colors so casually

• It always gets him so riled up, especially since you look so good in them too

• Seeing you cook is one thing, but in such a skin showing apron, + his colors

• Oh you better pray best you can

• Definitely starts teasing you

“Is this little present for me?”

“I’m gonna fill you up princess~”

• Gets all touchy + toying with your apron

“You look so good in my colors, but I know you’ll look even better with me inside you.”

Starts trying to untie it “For something so showy I’d figure you’d have more of a tight knot on it huh?”

• He’s feral with you but won’t do anything under your consent + safe word

• Once you give him consent it’s over, cause when he feels your ass and finds out you have no underwear oh man oh my...You won’t be able to walk

Picks you up over his shoulder “What a little slut, not even wearing underwear. At least now I have more access to this fine cunt of yours.” 💛

• Chefs Kiss 👩🏽‍🍳🤌🏽💋✨

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— Kirishima Eijiro —

• Oooooh the way you body the color red

• You know he’s gonna hype you up

“Damn babe, you look nice today.”

“Can I get a bit of this?”

• Unlike Bakugo he’s a little gentle but more touchy

• Gets in his feelings 🥺

“I just wanna feel you so close to me.”

Starts rubbing your inner thigh and waist “You’re so perfect it’s almost intimidating.”

“Fuck pebble...I can’t wait any longer.” ❤️

• He’s so sweet overall and makes sure you’re comfortable

• Best believe that apron kind of got torn 😭✋🏽

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— Tamaki Amajiki —

• You’re gonna give him a stroke if you keep this up

• To him you’re already a Goddess

• Now a Goddess in his colors, oh his pour soul can’t take it

• He’ll walk over to you and hug you from behind burying his face in your neck

“Y..you look cute in that..”

“Are...*blushes*...are you gonna keep it on a..all day..?”

• He’s all shy at first but the minute he sees you have no underwear...he’s gone dom

“Oh, you’re not wearing anything bunny? If you want me inside you, you could’ve asked.”

Or

“Bunny, you’re so exposed for me..it’s almost tempting. Can I get a taste, just a little?”

• He’s so precious, if you say yes he’ll be so soft and caring with you. Only if you want him to be! Other then that he has no problem getting rough

“I love you, bunny..let me prove it.” 💜+💙

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— Hitoshi Shinsou —

• You’re honestly half of the time the main thing he actually has reactions to, other then that he’s quite chill

• So just imagine him walking into his dorm seeing you there in such a showy apron and with his name practically written all over it

“What’s this kitty?”

“You know you don’t have to try so hard for me.”

• As sweet as he sounds, his intentions are still in le gútter 🤌🏽

• He’s actually quite rough despite his character

Grabs you from behind and turns you around “How sexy you’ll look underneath me makes me wanna just bend you over and take you now.”

“What are you so shy for? I know deep down you want me to ruin those insides.”

• With his “I’ll be gentle babe” headass 🙄

• But you already know aftercare is bomb 👩🏽‍🍳

• Ooooh boy knows how to make you feel owned and loved

“I only need you, you’re amazing for me and I’ll prove that every day of our lives.” 💜

[themessengercrow]

The Crows MasterList

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Name- Crow

current status: closing my eyes before work

WIPS: Yandere Rot series, Katsuki Angst Yandere Rot series- 1 (Aizawa) /  2 (Dabi) / 3 (Shiggy) / 4 (Hawks) / 5 (Shoto)

most recent work-  Katuki angst 

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request count- 0

Currently listening to- Jackscepticeyes playthrough of Resident evil 8 

BNHA-

Heroes

Shouta-

Serene moments (fluff)

flash headcannons (Nsfw and sfw)

Villains

Dabi-

Serene moments (Fuff)

Flash headcannons (Nsfw and sfw)

heroes of the future-

Bakugou-

Serene Moments (Fluff)

Tamaki-

Yandere Tamaki thoughts x Gn! reader  (Angst?) Tenya-

Tenyas patience (Smutt)

Sero-

High cuddles (Fluff)

[story-sensei]

Recent Assignments (masterlist)

Here’s the masterlist. most, if not all, links take your to my old blog that was marked as nsfw by tumblr so don’t be surprised when it opens another blog.

*Request Rules*

~You want a baby with Inasa drabble *fluff, implied smut*

~ Aizawa x student!reader NSFW

~ (Kinda)sugardaddy!Aizawa X reader NSFW

~ Entry #1 (kinda shitty personal story/diary style thing) smut, fluff, angst, etc.

~ Two Bros, Chillin in the bedroom- (best fic I’ve made yet.) mirio x reader x tamaki threesome smutt ~ BNHA Boys Reacting to Their S/O’s Makeup (only fluff) Todo, Deku, and Kacchan.

~  Soft Dabi Headcanons

[kawaiijellymonster]

I dare you to find a tamaki/deku fic that doesn’t include smutt, female izuku (because people are cowards), or a/b/o dynamics, 

[honeysunai]

Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part five - Sun and thunder

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 4k

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

Warning: Mention of blood and some bad volleyball description.

This other vacation day is an absolute bliss! No alligators, no chlorine filling your lungs, only the beautiful sun and a hot breeze. On the downside… Kyoya made sure that you had to share your vacations with your guests. This is why you’re in your most revealing bikini you had, you had to entertain your guest in some way and you still had to prove that you could be a better host than Kyoya.

You and Taishiro, one of your newest guests, were playing volleyball against Renge and another boy. Your team was clearly winning because of your past in this sport, five years of volleyball! You weren’t the best, but you were certainly a really good player.

Renge passed the ball over the net and you threw yourself to send it back, but failed miserably. You dropped onto the sand and Taishiro rushed over to you. You had to play your part.

“I’m sorry Taishiro, I missed this one.” You sniffed and he grabbed your hands in his. “No worries y/n! You did so great and it’s only one point, we can make it!” He smiled and so did you. You wrapped your arms around him. “Thank you Taishiro! You’re such a great guy! Isn’t he, ladies?” You turned your head to meet with a crowd of girls fawning over the two of you. Taishiro wanted to be more desirable to the female gaze, so this is the part you’re playing. He is a sweet guy, really, you don’t understand why he would need your help to get girls. He just needed a little boost of confidence, you thought.

You played your role so well that even Kyoya was looking at you– staring at you. The cold death stare as you let your guest help you back on your feet. He gives a feather light kiss to your knuckle without breaking eye contact and you blush. I wink at him as his cue to go see his new groupies and he does just that. They welcome him with sweet words and you laugh on the inside.

That stupid plan did in fact work.

But now, you’re missing a player. You looked around to find a replacement and all of your friends were busy, but your male guests were free. “Hi boys! Can one of you be a darling and play with me?” You wave at them, batting your eyelashes. One of the few boys stood up and dashed to you. “Thank you Asahi, you’re so sweet to play with me.” “It’s my pleasure!” He smiles with all his teeth. Asahi was tall and had long luscious dark brown hair. You’d say he was your type, you like tall pretty boys. “Are you any good at volleyball y/n?” He asks while putting his hair in a bun. “I was captain of my team when I was younger. What about you?” “I wasn’t captain, but I was the ace of my team.” He smirks proudly. “I just hope I can keep up with you, my darling ace.” You wink at him and his entire face becomes red. “I’m taking a break ladies, great match.” Renge’s partner smiles before leaving at once, now we’re back at missing a player all of the sudden. “I’ll replace him.” The deep voice you recognize all too well is heard from behind you and as Kyoya walks past you, he makes sure he bumps into you. Where was he when you needed a teammate?

The referee waits until both teams are ready. Kyoya was your opponent, he was in front of you and he was tall. You’d have to find a way to get through him to win. His gaze on you was intense, cold and determined.

“They can start!” Asahi shouts at the referee. “We’re going to win anyways.” He says to you in a low voice and you smirk. You will win.

For some reason, Renge became great at volleyball in an instant and caught you off guard when she served perfectly between you and Asahi. She was strong and fast… She too, played the game of the helpless girl to get the guy’s attention. Well played Renge, she even fooled you.

The referee’s whistle echoes and the point is theirs. You look over to Asahi and nod, this won’t happen again.

Renge serves again and you stay focused on her face, where she will dare to look. She makes eye contact with you and smirks. Direct hit on you! The ball hits your chest hard and you gasp when it hits you.

“Chance ball, Asahi!” You grunt and he doesn’t let a second be wasted to send it the other way as hard as Renge did, harder even towards Kyoya. He sends it to his teammates and she sends it back to him higher. Another direct hit towards Asahi, this time, and he sends it to you with ease. You smash it right in front of Kyoya and he falls onto his knees trying to retrieve the ball, but fails as it rebounds on the sand.

“Can’t keep up, clownfish?” You laugh.

“I can do this all day, goblin shark.” He spat and your blood boiled inside of you. He stands up and calls over Renge to talk about a quick strategy.

Asahi serves and you smirk as you see Renge struggling to focus on his next move. Asahi is unpredictable and that is to your advantage. The ball is up and when Renge figures the move of your teammate, it’s too late. Kyoya was on his toes and reacted before she could send it up in the air so she had enough time to send it back to your side of the court. It was all in slow motion just like in movies, Kyoya’s eyes met yours and your heart skipped a beat. It was the tension his gaze exudes towards you, the thrill of the competition. The playful smirk upin his face told you that he was enjoying this too. For the first time, he looked like a normal boy of your age and you found him so beautiful. It’s unfortunate he wasn’t like this at all times. But no matter what, you won’t lose to him, ever.

This intense exchange goes on forever until you have had enough and hit it right next to Kyoya’s head. The whistle blows and it’s your point. He doesn’t move and for a second you think you might’ve traumatized the poor guy. But he laughs, truly laughs.

“You’re trying to kill me?” Kyoya says while trying to keep his composure and you laugh too. You looked like two idiots, but you didn’t care, it was the first time you were laughing with Kyoya. You wanted to cherish that moment a little while longer. 

“You’re in my way.” You finally say and he snorts as if he was saying ‘yeah right’. Asahi gives you a high five and Kyoya’s jaw tense and his smile leaves his face once again.

The scores are equal and you won’t let yourself be beaten by Kyoya’s arrogance. You’re growing tired and your body doesn’t want to keep up with what you have in mind. Your opponents can see that and they are playing at their advantage by making you run everywhere. Kyoya hits the volleyball right in front of you, almost out of reach, but you drop in the sand to hit the ball back to Asahi who spikes it directly behind Renge hitting the line made in the sand. Kyoya walks over to you with a smirks on his stupidly handsome face. You were fuming. He crouches next to you still on his side of the field and laughs.

“Don’t be a sore loser, y/n” The whistle is blown and you look over to the referee– it’s in! That's your point!

“Can’t be a sore loser if I’m winning.” You smirked at your turn and stood up to tower Kyoya. “Great job Asahi!” You shout never leaving Kyoya’s gaze. By his expression, he wanted to wipe that evil smirk stained on your face.

After your sweet victory, you were looking at the sunset with some of your female guests. You were all sitting on a towel you’d put down to enjoy the view. They were nice girls and talked to you about the boys they had a crush on and you listened to them. You’d listen carefully to what they were looking for in a partner and you’d slide in the conversation offering advice. After all, even if they weren’t your friends, you’d still have to be there for them as you are their host. 

“Look at what we have here, one girl for each of us.” A deep masculine voice is heard behind you and your head snapped to see who it was. It wasn’t anyone from your school that you’d seen around, they were local boys and the way they were slowly approaching you meant only trouble. 

“Leave us alone, this is a private beach and you’re not one of our guests.” You warn the boys who are still  approaching you and your female guests. “I will gladly call the security and they won’t be as nice as I am if you do not leave.” You stood up and put yourself in front of the girls. One of them grabbed your arm and quickly let go of it.

“She said leave them alone!” Haruhi’s voice is heard and it gives time to the girls to leave the rock you were now stuck on. The small brunette had an urchin in her hands ready to throw it. 

“Is that your security?” One of them mocks. He grabs onto Haruhi’s shirt and drags her to the edge of the cliff. 

“Come on! Stop messing with him.” You tried to yank the guy off of Haruhi, but instead he drops her in the ocean. You loudly gasp before running to the edge ready to jump after her.

“Haruhi!” Tamaki’s scream is heard as he dashes in the water after your friend before you could.

“Looks like it’s only the four of us now.” One of the boys grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer to him. Without thinking your elbow moves and hits him in the groin, hard. It gives you enough time to get away. You can see some security coming up the rock you were on and you felt relieved that the girls alerted someone of our group to call them. Your feet hit a small crevice and you fall down the rest of the way. It was a short fall, but nonetheless it hurts. 

“Y/n!” Honey’s high pitched voice echoes in your ears and you see Kyoya dashing towards you before you can even see the small blonde. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, cupping your cheeks in his hands and you nod. “Are you hurt?”

“I might have scratched my foot and knees.” You grunt.

“And elbows.” Honey pants. You look at your arms and blood is dripping down them. You guessed your fall was more severe than you thought. 

“I’ll bring her to the infirmary.” Mori simply says and picks you up as if you weigh nothing.  

“Tamaki’s in the water with Haruhi! Go look for them please.” You begged your friends.

They all ran towards the water as you and Mori left for the infirmary of the beach resort. You saw blood dripping down his chest going downwards and you were afraid it might stain his swim shorts.

“I’ll ask my mother to make you a new pair of swim shorts, I bet you won’t want to go back swimming in them.” You tried your best to apologize and to squirm out of his grip so he wouldn't be covered in blood.

“Don’t worry about it.” He speaks holding you tighter to his chest and you blush silently as he man handles you.

You finally found the infirmary and he sat you down on the office table. The nurse is probably on break because there’s no one in this room and the tall man starts to look inside the drawers to get some rubbing alcohol and bandages.

He kneels in front of you and starts with your feet. He grazed the damaged skin with a cotton ball dipped in the rubbing alcohol. His touch is so gentle and yet you hold on to his shoulder to hold a hiss. He looks up and you can see that he’s worried he might’ve hurt you.

“I’m fine. It’s not everyday I get injured.” You joked and he lightly smiled. He does the same for your knees and your elbows before wrapping every single one of your injuries with swift and gentle movements. “Thanks Mori.” You smile at him and so does he. You kept silent when he was doing his ‘work’, but now you wanted to know. “Why did you volunteer to carry me here and to patch my wounds yourself?”

“You’re my friend. I have to take care of you, just like you would with me.” He softly speaks as he finishes to wrap up your elbow. Your heart melts, he was too sweet to you and deep inside your mind you wished a certain someone would be a little like Mori. 

“You’re a bit too heavy for me to carry around.” He chuckles at your joke. “But thank you again, for the help.” It was that simple with him, no argument, no teasing… Just plain simple, you liked that. 

“Anytime.” He stood up and towers over you even when you’re sitting on the nurse’s counter. His gaze never left yours and you couldn’t look away from him. “It’s a shame.” He speaks and he’s surprised that these words came out of his own mouth. 

“What is?” Your voice is only a whisper.

“That Kyoya can’t admit to himself that you’re pretty.” 

“You think I’m pretty?” Your surprise with his words.

“You are.” He softly smiles.

“Wait– What do you mean about Kyoya?” Oh my god– Does he know?

“He should tell you that you’re pretty. You’re engaged.” He says it as if it was nothing. You were shocked.

“You knew?” He nods. “How?” You were frantic, but never raised your voice. 

“Mitsukuni and I looked you up before you came into our club. Since you didn’t mention it, it wasn’t our place to do so.” You forgot how powerful their families are! Why didn’t you think about it before?!

“I guess it makes sense.” You hide your face in your hands.

“Are you unhappy with Kyoya?” He asks and you bring yourself to look him in his eyes. 

“No– yes? I don’t know.” You scoff and he pats your shoulder. “He’s infuriating most of the time and gets on my nerves, but sometimes, he’s kind and he cares. He made it clear that our relationship will only be for business, no feelings attached.” You explain.

“But what do you want?”

“Love, plain and boring love.” You laugh. “Just like my parents.” 

“You’ll find it, your old boring love.” He snorts.

“So will you Mori.” You smile.

Dinner was… something.

You sat next to Tamaki and you could smell the smoke coming from the blonde’s perfect ears. You guessed something had happened between him and his protégé. Because during this entire time Haruhi has been eating lobster like she hasn’t eaten in days while ignoring Tamaki who was scolding her. Haruhi was having none of it.

“If I wasn’t there to do something, y/n and the other girls would’ve been in so much more trouble!”

“You were being careless!”

“Now’s the time I excuse myself.” Kyoya pushes back his fancy chair and exits the room rather quickly.

“Can we enjoy a dinner together without yelling, please?” You practically begged the two idiots yelling at one another. They weren’t listening to you, it seems none of your other friends were listening to you as well. Honey quickly gave you a shrug that meant ‘at least you tried’ before ravaging his plate with more lobster. 

“I hate you!” As soon as the words leave the girl's mouth, Tamaki goes silent and turns back to face his plate. He is pale as if he saw a ghost. Haruhi storms out the dining room and you were hoping that her beloved prince would try to catch up to her, but he stayed silent as she ran away. Oh Tamaki…

The other’s finished their meal and went somewhere in the manor while you stayed with oh so silent Tamaki Suho.

“You don’t have to stay with me.” He is sulking, again, and it makes you sad. Tamaki is supposed to be the cheering type of guy who always puts a smile on people’s faces. It didn’t sit right with you to just leave him alone.

“I think you might need a friend for a ‘talk’ or a hug. Both are at your disposal.” You tried to make a joke, but failed miserably as no familiar smile crept on his lips. “What happened with Haruihi?”

“I told her that going after those boys was reckless and that she wasn’t thinking when she tried to be the hero. She’s too fragile! I don’t want anything to happen to her.” He almost raised his voice out of anger, but kept quiet.

“Haruhi is a lot tougher than you want to admit yourself.” You start and he sighs. “I’m not saying that you don’t have the right to be angry, you do. But she did save our guests' life, god knows what these boys would’ve done.”

“What about you?” He simply says finally looking you in your eyes. “You were left alone with them.”

“I gave the guy a hit he will not forget I think.” You chuckle. “I’m no fighter, Tamaki, but I’m not weak. I would do anything in my power to protect my friends or anyone in need. Haruhi did that to try and save me too.” You add. “It was reckless, but you have to understand that she wouldn’t have stayed there and done nothing. She’s stubborn and reckless, but that’s our Haruhi.”

“She could’ve tried to find me beforehand.”

“Tamaki… You’re trying to act like a father figure to her– hell you call yourself her daddy! But she already has a dad and she needs a friend. You’re acting like someone you think you have to be to get close to her, but you’re not bad when you’re yourself, Tamaki. I think you’re a great guy and I think Haruhi would love that guy too.” 

“But she said she hates me.”

“I would’ve said that to you too if you were yelling at me while I’m eating.” You snort and so does he. There he is. “I think you should apologize to her or at least talk about it without yelling.” His soft smile indicates that he understands what you're saying and you gently pat him on the back. 

“You mean that? Do you think I’m a great guy?” The purple tint in his eyes felt like it regained joy and you were proud of yourself to be able to cheer him up.

“The day I tell you otherwise is the day pigs will have wings.” He chuckles.

“Thank you.” You give him a quick nudge on his side. 

“Walk me to my room? A certain someone’s room is next to mine.” He nods and you both exited the dining room.

You keep rambling on about the lobster and how great it tasted, but realize that he stopped following you. You look back and he’s in complete shock in front of Kyoya’s open bedroom door. You rush towards him to see what’s got him so confused. You were perplexed as to why your fiancé and Haruhi were sitting next to each other on his bed. Kyoya wasn’t wearing a shirt… The tension between the four of you felt tense. Haruhi, as she meets your gaze, blushes looking away quickly shyly. It wasn’t like her to be like this. Did he tell her? Did they do something they shouldn’t have done?

“Are you all right?” Tamaki asks Haruhi, walking closer to her.

“I’m f—” Kyoya starts. 

“He was speaking to Haruhi.” Your words were sharper than a knife. Thunder raged outside as if you’d made it appear with your feelings. How dare he judge you for a televised kiss? But he’s half naked with Haruhi. The rage that you exude from your body was a clear warning for Kyoya to not speak until you ask him to. Tamaki shivers from this side of you and yells at Kyoya how he is not being a gentleman with his girl. Kyoya’s shocked gaze never left yours as he was being scolded by Tamaki. Your jaw clenched as tears welled up your eyes. You were so angry! Angry that Kyoya can’t keep it in his pants. Angry that he wanted Haruhi over his own fiancé. Angry that he lied and broke his promise to you! You turned around and rushed to your room hoping Kyoya would not come after you.

“Y/n–”Kyoya grabs your wrist to spin you around, but you yank off your arm from his grip. He was so fast and so stealthy you didn’t even hear him follow you.

“Don’t touch me!” The tears in your eyes finally slipped. “You’re an absolute asshole! You judged me for kissing Kaoru in a film, but you were probably going to do far worse with Haruhi. You asked for faithfulness and you can’t keep your word. I hate you Kyoya! I hate—” Your face hit his warm, strong chest while one of his hands is gently stroking the back of your head and the other one around your waist, holding you so close and so tight to him.

“Please don’t cry.” He whispers while tilting his head so his cheek wasn’t resting on your head anymore, it was his lips. “Don’t cry because of me, I didn’t  break my promise to you y/n.” The soft skin of his lips made your entire being burn. Was it his heartbeat or your own who was pounding in your ears? “I was changing and she thought it was her room. We just talked about how reckless she was being today.”

“It sounds ridiculous.” You scoff. 

“I know…” He sighs. “I swear on Tamaki’s head I didn’t do anything or tried anything.”

“You don’t like Tamaki very much.” A soft giggle escapes your lips as you sniff.

“I do in a very special way, but I swear it on yours then.” He chuckles.

“You don’t like me Kyoya.” You roll your eyes.

“More than you make yourself believe.” He whispers. You try to look up, but Kyoya only holds you tighter as if he was ashamed of what he had just said to you. What did he mean by that? Does he want to try? He probably said it to tease you again or to make you stop crying like a baby.

“You don’t have to pretend to care, Kyoya. No one is watching us.” Disgust was shown on your face, but your fiancé couldn’t see it.

“I know.” He keeps stroking your hair as if he was the one who needed it now. He needed comfort just as much as you did. You finally tighten your grip on him and melt into his body as if it was made for you.

After a while you both let go of each other and bid the other one good night and walked to your respective rooms. You finally rested your head on the silk pillowcase, but couldn’t manage to be a little bit tired. After your intense day, week even, you couldn’t even find sleep. You could only think about that stupid dinner date with your in-laws and what happened to day. What happened with Kyoya… The intimacy you shared with him. You needed to talk to him.

You pulled out your phone and tossed and turned in your bed trying to find the courage to call or text him, until your text tone went off. You quickly check your phone and your heart skipped a beat.

“Do you want to go walk around the estate?” - Kyoya

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

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[honeysunai]

Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part four - We lost Honey!

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 2k

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

Hello everyone! Thank you so so much for being a part of this story with me, you are amazing! I only received love and support from you guys and I really appreciate it. Part five will be posted later today and again, thank you for being so patient with me.

You didn’t plan anything on your Saturday evening, you were going to do some homework as well as play some cello. Tamaki decided otherwise… Haruhi wanted to spend some time together as a team and so Tamaki decided it would be great to have some vacation at the Ootori water park… Kyoya told you it was a resort for wellness, but you just thought it was a lame excuse to build a waterpark. 

And there you were, in a bikini, reading a book on a lounge chair. Technically you were not disappointed with the place, it’s spacious and very modern, they even have imported trees from around the continents to make the ambiance more tropical. It feels like you’re in a real jungle. Kyoya mentioned a zoo as a part of the resort, you’ll have to visit it before you leave. 

Speaking of the devil, you haven’t talked about that kiss last night. It was rushed, passionless and somewhat boring, but you did it for him. You couldn’t bring yourself to explain your action to him or why you did it, you’re not sure of how you could bring it up.

Haruhi, sitting next to you, asked questions about your book, which you gladly answered. 

“So hear me out! I’m this magical world, you have humans and faes which are kind of badass for most of them and then there’s this one human girl who slowly falls in love with one of the Lords of the fae realm—” You kept rambling about your book as if it was a personal friend of you who experienced the entirety of the book’s plot. When you were done she smiled at you.

“Would you mind if I borrow it when you’re done with it?” She asks and you nod. It was a copy that you’ve read so many times that the spine cracked and showed white creases. If she damaged it, it wouldn’t bother you as much as if it was a pristine copy. 

Splash! 

The water was cold on your legs and you yanked your book away. “Come play with us y/n!” Honey and the twins shouted for you to come over, but you were fine where you were. 

“Water parks aren’t my thing.” You tell them honestly. Hikaru rolls his eyes and, he and his brother, splashes you one more time resulting in your upper half of your body to get wet, including the book…

They splashed your book? White creases and tears in your books were fine… But drenched in pool water, it was unacceptable! When you looked back at them with death behind your eyes, they shivered in fear. 

“You bastards!” You shout throwing the book at them and proceed to jump in the water to fight them. You climb onto Hikaru’s back and make him fall backwards with you. Up to Kaoru… you grab him by the wrist before he swims away and yank him underwater with you. As you both three are dragged by Mori above the surface you shout once more. “You two owe me a new copy!”

“I didn’t know goblin sharks were part of the resort now.” Kyoya snorts behind you. 

“Who are you calling goblin shark you stupid clown fish?!” You grab the collar of his shirt and yank him in the water with you. 

“You–!” He yells before slashing everyone in the pool. That’ll teach him not to call you a goblin shark!

He gasps for air when his head is above water and gives you the death glare and you can’t help but laugh. He’ll make you pay for it, that is certain! Surprisingly he snorts and pats your head lightly before he pushes it harder so you go underwater once again. When you come back to the surface all of the boys except Honey left the pool, which was your cue to do the same as the others.

“Stop!” Haruhi comes running with a towel and almost shoves you back in the pool. She quickly wraps it around you, she was panting and now everyone was looking at the both of you. “You– Um– You lost your.” She trails off and you look down your chest and notices that your bikini top wasn’t where it’s supposed to be anymore. You turn to Honey and his face is bright red as he holds your bikini in his hands. Oh shit! 

“I’m sorry!” Honey almost cries as he tries to swim back to shore to give you back what’s yours, but a big whirring sound is suddenly heard and the water slowly starts moving in the direction of the jungle dragging the blonde boy with the current. In which, the current of the water was now faster. 

“Forget about the bikini! Swim Mitsukuni!” You yell over the sound of the water splashing everywhere, but it’s too late… He’s gone. “Kyoya, do something!” You almost begged. You didn’t even know how big this place is and where he might’ve gone. 

As he opens his mouth a hissing sound is heard and you pray to god that it was an angry cat. You snap your neck to the side and you see a couple of–

Alligators.

Out of all the animals in the world… Why did it have to be alligators?

Mori grabs both of yours and Haruhi’s arm and yanks you in a gazebo away from the deadly animals.

You had to turn your back two seconds before Mori and Haruhi left the gazebo as if they were veterans ready to take on those alligators and whatever lies in that jungle. You wanted to bang your head against the wall for the lack of bravery you had and that you wished Mori and Haruhi had! Because you knew they were after the small blonde, they were going to rescue him.

But you, you were all over the place. You were pacing around the place mumbling to yourself and giving death glares at Kyoya. Finally you snapped at him.

“So you didn’t plan to tell us about the new ‘petting zoo’?”

“I told you when we arrived, but you didn’t listen.” He brushes you off and picks out his phone to dial a number.

“You forgot about the ‘alligator’ part of that zoo.” You slowly turned toward your fiancé and pursed your lips. “Because that’s a big deal, isn't it?”

“I said that I already told you.” He grunts.

“You also said it was safe for us, Kyoya.” Your voice grew loud, loud enough for the twins and Tamaki to go on their merry way far away on the gazebo’s pathway to another part of the resort.

“You’re still in shock, would you please calm down? We’re safe here.” You can see his eyes roll and you scoff at his demeanor.

“We lost Mori, Haruhi and Honey! I know this is a stupid waterpark, but there are alligators on the loose thanks to you stupid security system our friends are in danger!” Our friends… Your friends. Were they friends now? Yes they were. You wouldn’t have made a whole fuss about their disappearance if you didn’t care for them.

“My stupid security team? How about you try to calm down– where are you going?” You were already leaving the gazebo to join Haruhi and Mori in the deep jungle. Sitting here arguing with four eyes over there wouldn’t help you. You could outrun a few reptiles… right? 

“I’m going to find my friends!” You shout back.

“I’m calling security, just stay here.” His tone was angry, was he angry with you?

“I’m going whether you like it or not!” You were confident you would be able to get through the pool area like Haruhi did before you and not get lost in this huge place. His strong hand grips your wrist to stop you and almost yanks you backwards. You turned your head to face him and he was as pissed as you were.

“I said to wait for backup, they will retrieve our friends.” He was so close. Both of your gazes were challenging the other to see who would give in first and to your surprise, you said quietly giving into his command. “Okay.” Then you regained consciousness and snapped out of his hold on you. “That’s no way to treat a lady!” You punched his arm and he rolled his eyes. 

“What do you know about being a lady?” He finally snorted and your blood boiled a little.

“More than you, that’s for sure!”  You truly wanted to feed him to the carnivores down the long stairs of this hellish gazebo.

“Just stay here.” He says calmly. “I’ll deal with it, we’ll find our friends and we’ll go home.” He promised. Kindness sparkles in his eyes and you smile which leaves him confused. “What?” He simply asks.

You wanted to tell him that his kind words soothed you and made you trust him in his ability to find your friends, but all that came out of your mouth was : “You truly look like a clownfish from up close.” He snorts and brushes the top of your head. 

“Idiot.” He whispers.

You finally decide to join the twins and the prince of the Host Club far away from that idiot of a fiancé of yours and notice Kaoru sitting all alone on a bench near the ledge of the wooden bridge you were walking on. It feels odd to see him without his brother, but it’s the opportunity you need. You need to talk to f with either Hikaru or with a guest.him about the kiss now or else he’ll try to evade your question and run off.

“Kaoru?” Your voice is almost a whisper as you reach for him slowly sitting by his side at a respectable distance.

“The one and only.” You could hear the grin in his tone, but he never turned to face you, he only faced the vast space in front of the both of you. 

“You can’t keep avoiding me forever. Friends tell each other things, but you keep avoiding my questions when I try to speak with you.”

“We’re not friends, you and I.” These words hurt you deeply. 

“Right…” You bite the inner walls of your cheeks because he had you speechless. You were about to confess how you felt about him not wanting to explain himself, but what he said struck you like lightning. He was right, just because you got along didn’t mean you were friends.  “But why did you make a scene by confessing your profound love to me, kissing me and then asking me if Kyoya was watching?” You sounded desperate for an answer. He sighs and finally turns to face you. 

“I suspected that you two were engaged, I just wanted to confirm my theory. No one likes when what’s theirs is with another guy.” 

“Are you saying that you wanted to see Kyoya jealous over you?”

“Sort of. It’s not every day you get a chance to.” He snorts loudly.

“You didn’t think I had a say before you tried your theory?” In your mind you were livid, but you kept your composure. 

“My apologies, but if I had asked you would’ve probably denied it because I’ve heard something going like : ‘ we should pretend to be bachelor and bachelorette.’ It’s not like you tried to hide it at first.” He chuckles. “You were drooling when you first saw him at the club.” He thought he knew everything about the two of you, but he was in the gray area between the truth and his delusion. He thought you were head over heels for Kyoya since the first time you saw him at school, but he was wrong… You were just surprised. 

“You wish.” You chuckle. “Look, I want us to be friends, Kaoru. I like you and your brother– not in that way– but I really enjoy your company. If one day you’d want to be my friend, I’d be glad, but in the meantime… Do you want to wait for rescue with me?” He looked around as if waiting for you was a crime and smiled at you, truly.

“Sure.”

You both stayed there in a comfortable silence. You saw three trucks filled with armed guards head inside of the jungle. This felt like a James Bond rescue movie, except that you were the random civilian that was on the side… Which you were glad about! Thanks to Kyoya’s persistence, otherwise you would’ve left your safe spot to go into uncharted territory. 

You were so out of it that you hadn’t realized that Tamaki was calling out your name with a hand on your shoulder and Kaoru left the bench you were sitting on. 

“I tried to find spare clothes for you everywhere, but since we’re the first ones to be in this place, there’s nothing.” Tamaki sighs. You didn’t even know he disappeared to help you out. “I should’ve brought more clothes so if anything like this happened, I would’ve been prepared to help you out.” Your heart melted at Tamaki’s words and you stood up from your seat to wrap your arms around him. He quickly grabbed onto your towel which was slowly getting loose and hugged you tighter. “Careful!” He gasps as you bury your face in his chest hiding the tears falling down your cheeks.

Tamaki clearly noticed your sadness and gently brushed your hair as you cried silently. This has been too much. This whole thing with Kaoru, the kiss with Kyoya, the Ootori family in its entirety, losing three people who you care about… It was too much to keep inside and you finally let go. Tamaki’s kindness definitely helped to let it all go and it felt so good. It felt so good to have someone, a friend who looked after you even when you didn’t ask for help, that you definitely needed. Tamaki Suoh is really a prince even when we’re not acting at the Host Club.

“Thank you.” You whisper and he chuckles.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles.

“May I speak with y/n?” Kyoya’s deep voice is heard from behind and you quickly wipe your tears away as Tamaki does a check up on you. You nod and he walks away from you and your financé. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes, I’m fine.” You answer truthfully and he smiles. “About Kaoru–” 

“He knows that we’re engaged.” He says at the same time as you.

“He knows– What do you mean ‘I know’?” You gasp.

“He told me a week ago.” He’s being nonchalant with that information.

“And you didn’t plan on telling me?” You wanted to punch him so badly.

“It’s way too funny to see you fluster when you try to talk to him and he just ignores you.”

“Now you’re just mean.” You cross your arms and pursed your lips in annoyance. 

“My apologies.” He smiles. “While we’re on the subject, about the dinner date–”

“Oh my god! They are safe!” You yell and almost jumped over the ledge as you saw Honey’s blond hair shining through the green leaves. He’s followed by Mori and Haruhi! He waves at you with your bikini still in hands and your face drops. You wished he hadn’t kept it, now this is just embarrassing. 

You grab Kyoya’s hand and rush over to them not caring about his question he was going to ask you.

At the end of the day you all went home safe and worn out from your dangerous vacation. As you dropped on your bed, one of the house maids knocked on your door and you let her in. She was holding a medium size box which she handed to you before leaving. You read the note attached to it and laugh, it read : “An apology from the Hitachiin twins and the Ootori family. -Yours truly, Kyoya” Your heart couldn’t help but beat faster at the way the note ended with “yours, truly”. You had to remind yourself that he doesn’t want a romantic relationship whatsoever, he was just being polite. You open the box and your cheeks warm up instantly. It was a special edition of the book you lost to pool water earlier, signed by the author...

It was hard to try to not like Kyoya at that moment. 

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

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[honeysunai]

Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part three - The dinner date

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 3K

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

Hi! I’m just taking a short break from posting for a week or two just because my finals are right around the corner and I obviously have to take care of that first and secure that diploma! So I hope you enjoy this chapter and I’ll see you in a week or two, I’ll keep you updated!

After a long day at school, the last thing you want to do is go to a dinner party with your family in law. You would rather be practicing cello or read than to have some small talk with them. Your mother sent you clothes from her new collection and you were in awe. She made you a custom set with your favorite color: a blazer and high waist fitted palazzo pants made from the most comfortable fabric with a beige sweetheart corset top. The outfit was accompanied by pearl earrings and a pearl necklace that you got from a trip in America a few years ago. You bother to put some makeup on, not too much, but just enough to please your in-laws. You grabbed your best pair of heels to finish your outfit before you head to the living room where your father was probably waiting for you.

He looked as if he was just hit in the guts when he finally looked up from his phone. You politely smiled at your father not wanting to speak with him and turned to head to the front door.

“Can we please talk, my sweetie?” He speaks and you oblige to his demand by walking back and facing him. 

“Dad… What’s done is done, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I do. Especially if you hate me for it.” He’s hurt by how you ignored him the past two weeks and you can’t help but feel bad as well. You never had a bad relationship with your parents, they were understanding and they were kind and helpful, but since the engagement announcement you shut them out. Both of them. ���I’m sorry. We should’ve waited until you were ready. The Ootori’s are a respectable people and their third son seemed to be a perfect fit for you. Kyoya’s father told me only good things that you would love about him.” Well he was wrong. He’s an uptight asshole, that son of theirs. “You had many other suitors, which I never spoke to you or your mother about, but I truly believe the one who could deserve my dear daughter would be him.”

“What if you’re wrong? What if he never deserves me.” Your question was distant. You meant it more as if you would never be in love like your father and mother. “What if this arrangement makes me more miserable?” 

“Then make him see how spiteful you are, you are my daughter and you are proud and strong.” He starts and you chuckle. “If Kyoya Ootori doesn’t see this beautiful intelligent young woman, then he’s a fool and he will regret ever messing with you.” He too chuckles. “His father and I made the arrangement for a business marriage, it’s up to you how you want to have this relationship. You could try and make it bearable, even fall in love with him in the end, or you can make it horrible and never speak to him.” That confirms that you are stuck in this relationship, but he’s right. There is no legal contract on how you have to behave with Kyoya, maybe this is why he’s being improper when his father isn’t around. Then let’s have some fun. If Kyoya wants to be this heartless asshole, you can play too. After all, this engagement game takes two to play. 

The Ootori house was not to your liking. It was way too big and too bland for you to actually appreciate. It reflected on their cold personality you thought. Your house in Japan was a proper one with a rather big size as well, but it was filled with souvenirs from travels and some touches of your family and yours. Photos, paintings, stupid decorations your mother couldn’t take her eyes off of. Your house did feel like home, it felt warm, welcoming and safe. The Ootori’s estate felt more like a hospital than a home. You wonder if Kyoya felt this way as well. 

Your entrance to the estate was the same as the last time, the maid announced your arrival and let you enter inside and as usual, she would make you wait in the living room for your hosts to come and join you. 

“My dear friend!” Kyoya’s father, Yoshio Ootori, entered the place and everything went cold. His appearance, his tone… An untamable creature. He turns towards you to shake your hand which you do gladly.

“It’s always a pleasure to see you, sir.” You tried to warm him up with your smiles and polite flattery, but nothing ever worked.

“As well.” He doesn’t even lift a corner of his lips to smile. “Kyoya’s waiting for you in the garden, I’ve set up a meeting before dinner.” He continues. “Our maid will guide you to the garden while your father and I attend to business.” You nod and the maid asks you to follow her as if she’s been summoned. You’ve learned her name by the time you meet her a second time. It was Rose. Rose was from Europe and a distant relative to Yoshio’s wife.

She opened the door of the veranda for you to enter and you were mesmerized. It was beautiful! The garden was unique and filled with diverse plants and flowers with the colors of the rainbow. A straight concrete path led you to a gazebo where Kyoya was waiting, waiting for you it seems.

You kept looking around not knowing how to take such beauties. The garden seemed larger than their home and more lively than its occupants.

“If I would’ve known this part of your home existed I would’ve asked my father for more visits.” You half joke which earned a chuckle from Kyoya. 

“I’m glad you enjoy it.” Was all he said, but his tone wasn’t as cold as the last time you’ve spoken to him a week ago. 

For a whole week, you’ve been denied and ignored by him any time you tried to approach him. He wouldn’t so much as speak with you during the Host Club’s meeting or to glance back at you during the classes you have together. It was as if you didn’t exist to him. It was as if he didn’t want you to exist.

“So now you want to talk to me?” You finally made it to the gazebo without being too close to him. You never met his gaze, you were way too busy to look around and discover new plants. Your eyes finally caught your interest and you walked past him as you made your way to a peculiar bush. “Lavender roses.” Your voice was soft as the petals you carefully stroke.

“I’m sorry if I was rather harsh with you the other day.” He simply says. He followed you to the nearby plant. “It wasn’t very proper of me.”

“Are you apologizing on your behalf or on your father’s?” You ask, finally looking up to his piercing gaze that fell upon you.

“A little bit of both.” Right. It’s Kyoya after all. 

“Well, I don’t accept your apology. You were rude and unfair to me. I was kissed by Kaoru and you treated me as a common whore who would go to bed with anyone.” He looks down to you with a smug smirk on his lips and you return to look at the pretty flowers. “So your apology you can stick it up your pretentious ass.” He laughs. A real laugh. It sounds so true and melodious, you could listen to it all day long. You can’t help, but snort at his reaction. “Does me being bothered make you laugh?”

“A bit, yes.” He manages to say. “I didn’t know such cruel insults could come out of your mouth. It’s almost adorable.” He finally relaxes and stops laughing, which you didn’t want to stop. Your cheeks heat up at the way he said adorable, you adorable? It was a decent compliment coming from him. “You are not a threatening person.”

“You haven’t seen a threat from me yet Kyoya.” You snort. 

“I forgive you for being kissed by Kaoru. If you wondered.” He adds.

“As if I had anything to do with that.” You mumbled under your breath. Kaoru has been extremely distant when you tried to ask him about his suspicions. It felt like everyone was keeping secrets from you. “I never apologized for that.” You continue. “What do we do from now on?” 

“I am yours and you are mine, soon legally, and it wouldn’t be proper for one of us to be intimate with anyone else. The relationship stays between us and we do not see anyone else.”

“So what now? You’re my boyfriend?”

“Hardly. I wish not to force you into being in love with me, but all I ask is faithfulness.” Talk about faithfulness, you’re both courting ladies and boys at your school.

“Don’t worry, no one’s caught my eye but you my sweet Kyoya.” You tried your best to mimic Renge and he chuckles. “But in all honesty, do you really want this to work?”

“I hope not.” Clearly. “I do not despise you, although you are way too cocky to my liking.” He snorts, finally coming closer to watch the flowers as you do. “I do not want this alliance as much as you do, but it is my duty as the last son to marry and bring prosperity to my family this way.” It's as if he finally opened up a door, a small opening, but it’s there. Should you confess your feelings to this arrangement too? You could make it work… Maybe? If he would open up to you every chance he gets this could be a fine marriage, maybe not filled with love, but with agreements. The plan you made to make his life a living hell didn’t seem to want to stick. Yes he can be a heartless asshole, but you didn’t feel like picking a fight with him. Not tonight. 

“I do not despise you either, true I do not like your attitude towards me, but I don’t hate you.” Your response was honest and warm. “My father told me that it’s up to us for the dynamic of this engagement, do you think we could try to be friends? At the very least? I know you haven't liked me very much since the first day at school, but can we start over and try?” You suggest. 

“I don’t think I can start over.” He admits and you look away. You let out a low sigh before turning around and walking away. Dinner would be soon anyway. “I won’t ignore you at school if that’s what you were asking.” He simply adds and you can feel the warmth in his tone a few moments ago getting colder. 

“No. No it was not, but I appreciate the gesture.” You never looked back and went inside to meet with the rest of the Ootori family and your father. 

If you were his and he was yours, why did it feel like you weren’t. Like you couldn’t love him, like he couldn’t love you. Or even want to try… You wanted to try, life wouldn’t be so miserable if you’d both liked each other a bit, but it’s not — He does not want you that way and you have to move on and be mature about this! Be the bigger person! Be the one Kyoya crawls to, not the other way around. All he wants is faithfulness, understandable, but if this is the only thing that can get him riled up and to have this small openness about his feelings, his thoughts, you may flirt harder with your next guest. It’s a stupid plan, probably the worst one you’ve ever had in your entire life, but you were willing to do anything to get real emotions out of him instead of his cold, jerk self of a character. 

The conversations were boring as expected. You father and Kyoya’s were talking about their arrangements and you were eating this delicious food lost in your own thoughts. You were thinking about the boy sitting across from you, you couldn’t get him off your mind. “I do not despise you” were his words. Then why does he make it so hard for you to at least become friends? You truly didn’t hate him and you didn’t love him either, he doesn’t do or say anything to make him likable. You wonder why he is so popular in the Host Club, he clearly isn’t acting like a jerk with his guests, that’s for sure. But why can’t he at least give a quarter of that kindness to his future bride? Was that too much to ask?

Kyoya and you. You and Kyoya. What a pair!  

“These two are such a pair.” Yoshida smiles proudly. “How many grandchildren are you expecting, my friend?” You and your father almost spit both of your drinks into your plates. What!?

“I – Uh… I think three would be lovely, but it’s only if my daughter wishes to have some.” Good save, dad.

“If Kyoya can produce as many heirs as he can, my wife would love a lot of grandchildren, I for the fact would also agree with three.” This is making you uncomfortable, the last bit of respect you had for his father is slowly fading away as he speaks about children as objects, almost. “When you are both married after college, I hope you get a chance to produce heirs as fast as possible. They will obviously share both of our last names…” You hated that word “produce”. It was bitter and a terrifying word that would haunt you. You didn’t think about children, for Christ sakes, you’re in High School. The lovely dinner doesn’t taste as good anymore and you can feel your stomach aching. 

“It seems my fiancé is uncomfortable with the subject, could we talk about this after we get married, please?” Kyoya’s voice echoes in the dining room, cutting his father off. All eyes were on Kyoya who stood proud then back at you. The colors of your face drained and Kyoya’s father didn’t even seem regretful.

“My apologies.” He speaks as if it was as bitter as the word “produce”. 

“I think I need to freshen up a bit, Rose.” You call her and she rushes over to you. “Would you be so kind and show me the bathroom, please?” You tried not to shake as you stood up. All your confidence was gone in an instant. Kyoya stands up and walks over to you. 

“Do not trouble yourself, Rose. I will take care of her.” He smiles at his maid as he gently takes your trembling hand in his and walks you away from the dining room.

Tears are filling your eyes quickly and a lump in your throat is forming, breathing becomes hard and you look away from Kyoya. You’re embarrassed… You’ve embarrassed yourself and your father in front of your in-laws. A shame to your family, Kyoya’s father would either mutter or shout it to your face. Kyoya gestures to a door and you rush inside and lock it. Your back hits the door and you slowly slide down until you sit on the floor. Tears were finally coming out, but you couldn’t let him know. Breathing was harder, especially since you tried to contain your sobbing. Fucking kids!? You’re a young lady, a teenager for Christ sakes! You didn’t want this! You didn’t want to rush things! After college you will be in your early twenties, you have to live a bit before you even think about kids…

“Do you want me to stay outside?” Kyoya’s soft voice is heard behind you, behind the tall white door. “Or do you want me to come inside?” You were hesitant. You think you needed comfort, but not from him.

“Outside.” You choke on your word. 

“If that makes you feel better, I think it’s a stupid idea as well.” He lightly chuckles. “I think I’d rather kiss Kaoru myself before I have children with a woman I barely know.” You laugh through your sob. You’d kiss Renge before you’d have babies with him. “Do you want me to get you anything?” He asks and you take a couple of seconds before you scoot over a bit and open up the door, just a little. Your mother used to hold your hand whenever you were scared, stressed or you just needed comfort after a long day. You needed this, but you were embarrassed to ask, but you need the touch to be reassured…

“Don’t ask why, but can you hold my hand? Please?” You slip your hand in the door opening and you can hear a faint chuckle before a warm hand gently grasp yours. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. He probably heard you because his thumb is caressing the top of your hand. He’s drawing slow circles, his soft skin felt so right against yours. “Is that a part of the Ootori medical business?” You sniff in an attempt to hear him laugh again, but he snorts. 

“Only for the desperate cases.” Low blow, but you laugh, truly laugh. “It’s mostly the one’s crying in bathrooms.” 

“You’re so funny.” Your tone was meant to be playful, but cold. He continues his gestures until you pull away and open the door fully to meet his gaze. He stands up and towers you once again. He tilts his head and smirks, what’s up with him? “Falling in love with me, yet?” You joke and he scoffs. 

“Go check yourself before you return to the table, I don’t want my fiancé to look like a ghost.” He chuckles and leaves you in the doorway speechless. What an  asshole!

You’ve done your best to wipe the mascara from your eyes and returned safely to the table. From the sad look on your father’s face, he probably knew what was going on in your mind. Kyoya’s older brother, the second son, was cackling under his breath as if you were a joke. From what information your father’s assistant gathered, Akito was married to an elite Japanese actress and was a terrible lover, an unhappy marriage. Kyoya’s sister and his eldest brother who couldn’t attend dinner had successful marriages and careers. To Akito, you were not a girl, you were an asset incapable of feelings just like his poor wife. 

“Kyoya told us that you’ve grown fond of one another already.” Akito speaks with a chuckle as if Kyoya couldn’t have someone who truly loves him. You will play along, you hate petty siblings. Besides, you won’t embarrass Kyoya in front of his family, you will not go that low. 

“We do!” You giggle. “Kyoya has been nothing, but kind to me and I can’t help but enjoy his company.” You continued on. Lies and lies. 

“It’s odd thinking about it. My baby brother has a girlfriend, she’s beautiful even when she cries and looks smart and she’s dating my failure of a brother… How could a match like yours work?” Mrs. Ootori slaps his son’s shoulder and you wanted to do it as well. How dare he? 

“Hearing you speak makes me believe that you’re jealous of your brother to have a diamond like me as his bride.” Your expression was nothing but a facade. Annoyance was all you wanted to express, but you couldn’t, wouldn’t. “But I am the lucky one in this relationship, he is perfect. He’s all I could ever dream of, even if he’s distant at times and a bit heartless, but no one is perfect. He could say the same thing about me I think… I’ve made a fool of myself more times than I can count in the past two weeks.” You confess. “What about you Akito? Could you say the same thing about your wife?” You wiped off the smug smile on his face, he was worse than Kyoya and you thanked the gods that you weren’t marrying him. You look over to the teenager in front of you and he smirks proudly at how you answered. What a pair the two of you are making now. 

The night is coming to an end and you’ve politely said goodbye to each and every family member, even Akito who couldn’t stand you after your earlier comment. Your father left to prep the car and Mrs. Ootori grabbed you by the arm, pulling you aside from the doorframe. 

“I’m sorry for my husband’s comments earlier, he’s a bit relentless about this matter. Your future with our son. Do not feel intimidated or pressured, you are your own person after all.” She smiles at you and so do you. You felt more comfortable in these few seconds than you’ve been all evening. She’s the liveliest person in this house and they really need her. You thank her and you can see behind her Akito give you an evil smile. 

“Not even a kiss goodnight?” He simply says. Kiss goodnight? What is this, the 60’s? Your ruse earlier wasn’t convincing enough for him or was it payback… Maybe both. His mother’s face lit up and she pulled away to let Kyoya take her place in front of you.

“My father is waiting in the car, I should really go.” You tried not to sound awkward about it. Before you could find another excuse, Kyoya's soft hands reached yours and slid up to cradle your face. His eyes behind his glasses sparkled and he gazed at you… All of you. Your heart skipped a beat, what’s gotten into him?

“Goodnight my darling.” Kyoya lips meet the top of your head and smile fondly at you. “Don’t get your hopes up.” He whispers under his breath. You looked over and Akito wasn’t fazed by his brother’s performance. Screw it! 

“Don’t get yours up.” You gently grab his collar and pull him down towards you so you can kiss his lips. It’s soft, fast and passionless. A pointless kiss, but you smiled warmly at him. He stared at you in utter shock. You wanted to laugh at how silly he looked, but you contained yourself. His new facial expression is now your favorite. The way his lips are parted and his eyes wide... You would take a picture and show it to the twins if you could. “You’re welcome. You whisper before bowing to the Ootori’s and leave to join your father in his car.

You’re such an idiot... You could’ve let it go, but you needed to prove that you were in love with the third Ootori son. If it was quick and awkward, no meaning whatsoever, then why was it the only thing you were thinking about during the whole ride home?

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

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[honeysunai]

Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part six -  The Perfect Boyfriend List

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 2k+

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

A/N: I’m so sorry for the long wait and the short part. I have been through a lot these past few months especially with the quarter life crisis. I hope you’ve been all doing great. I promise that the wait will be worth it for the next few parts coming up (spoiler alert: some angst and some sprinkle of spice)

It took ten minutes before you had the guts to get out of the room. You took your sweet time to change into a cute silk pajama your mother made, you brushed your hair and even put perfume on before you left your room. He was waiting for you downstairs and you smiled when you descended the staircase as you saw him lost into a painting.

“Pilgrimage to Cythera, by Jean-Antoine Watteau. 1717. The real one is in Paris, but I have to admit it, it’s a rather convincing replica.” His head snapped to you as you made your way right next to him. “It’s the birthplace of Venus, but the real one has angels flying in the background for love and sensuality of the painting.”

“I didn’t know you were an art expert.” He was rather shocked by your talent. 

“You don’t know a lot of things about me, Kyoya.” You smile and so does he. “When I was younger, I traveled a lot with my mother and she took me to the most glorious art galleries and museums you could ever think of. I met some great artists and got to learn more about the making and the philosophy behind art. The irony is that I know too much about paintings and so on, but I can’t draw for the life of me.” You laugh and he chuckles at your confession.

“I could teach you if you’d like.” You look up to your side and he was already looking at you with sparks in his eyes, one you only saw when he was being competitive. “I am no Watteau or Rambrandt, but I manage just fine.”

“I’d love that! In return I could teach you about some history.” You giggle and he breathes loudly, content with your response. 

“I’d love nothing more.” He says and in his eyes, it felt like he was surprised by his own words. He suddenly starts walking towards one of the many corridors of the mansion and you follow him to stand by his side. 

“Why did you ask for me?”

“To check up on you.” 

“Like I told everyone multiple times today, I’m alright.” Your smile was slowly fading. “I’m tougher than I look.”

“Why didn’t you call for my help?” 

“I just dealt with Tamaki’s little tantrum about Haruhi being careless and all that blah blah blah, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m not talking about them, I’m talking about you.” You stopped in your tracks and you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance. 

“I’m fine. It’s not the first time I have to deal with rude assholes.”

“But one of them grabbed you–”

“I said I’m fine, Kyoya.” Now you were pissed off.  “I was trained to fight back those dipshits, I clearly wasn’t at the top of my class, but it helped me fend off my opponents long enough so security could come and get whoever tried to get in my way.” You took a step forward and looked up to meet his gaze. “I’m not afraid, I am not helpless and I am certainly not weak.” Your words were firm. He smirks as he looks down on you, but you see sadness in his eyes. “Are you okay?” He looked out the window and took a deep breath. You took his hand and tried to smile warmly at him. 

“I just need real vacations without all the trouble that we always seem to get ourselves into.” He admits and you giggle lightly. 

“We could go visit Seoul together for summer vacation. I could show you the best restaurants and secret spots I found over the years.” His smile was finally showing. “We could go just the two of us, so we don't bring all the trouble with us, but just enough so it stays interesting.” He chuckles but still looks in the distance. Thunder and rain still fills the silence in the night. You wonder if it would be a good time to ask him why he’s always shutting you out, why he’s so repulsed by a relationship with you, why he’s so good to you and then becomes a rude person– “Mori told me I was pretty today, even with all the bandages.” You snort and when he turns his head to meet your gaze you look away and start to walk again. “He said that it was a shame you couldn’t tell me I was.” A long deep sigh escape your lips

“Why?” It was quick and sharp. 

“Because he knows.” You simply answer. “I had high hopes that you would change your mind about this arranged marriage, but for weeks I’ve been disappointed with mixed signals…”

“Why do you want us to be a couple so much?” He sounded annoyed by your simple answer. 

“Wouldn’t it be better?” You said it as if it was obvious. “I thought that you enjoyed my company, my person, enough so that you and I could… maybe make this arrangement a little more real.”

“I can’t give you that, y/n.” He stopped in his tracks and sighs disappointed. “I can’t give you what you want.” Your smile faded and something inside of you broke a little. 

“Why not?” It sounded more like a plea. He doesn’t speak, he only gives you a sad look. He can’t even give you a made up excuse for why he doesn’t want to be with you. You swallow your tears and your pride. You straighten your back and become this cold proper persona you’ve always put up in front of everyone. “I see how it is, Kyoya. I apologize for trying to cross the line you put, it won’t happen again.” You walk past him trying to go back to your room, but his hand catches your wrist stopping you next to him. “We made it clear, I won’t ask anything from you other than a business relationship.” Your voice was shaking and you didn’t dare to look at him. “You told me you didn’t want a friendship and to start over but I pushed you and I’m sorry. I will still take part of my bargain and boost your little numbers and keep Haruhi’s secret if you were about to ask… I won’t be a problem to you anymore, I promise.”

“Y/n–” You walked out of his grip and slowly made your way to your bedroom. You hadn’t realized you were crying until a loud sob escaped your lips a few corridors away.

You tried to not make any more sound, keeping the sobs and sniffles inside, but you choke up on your own sadness. Damn it, Kyoya! Damn you! You were so angry and sad, after him, for not wanting you. And after yourself for believing he could ever want a relationship.

A soft creek echoes in the corridor and light shines through the dark. As if you needed any more attention right now…

“Are you okay?” Renge asks and you snort. The question of the hour. “Get in here.” She yanked you inside and made you lay on top of her bed sheet. She sat next to you as if she was your therapist. “What did he do?” “What do you mean?”

“You never cry unless it’s because of four-eyes.” She snorts and so do you. She’s right. You could’ve cried and panicked when you were cornered with dangerous strangers earlier, but you didn’t. But now you’re crying because Kyoya refused you.

“Do you cry in front of people, Renge?” Her ceiling was pearly white, but she put a poster of some video game character above her bed, internally you laughed. 

“No, not unless I’m comfortable or I’m too overwhelmed and can’t help it anymore.” She admits as she starts playing with your hair. 

“I think I got comfortable with Kyoya.” You let out a soft sob as you came to the realization.

“Is that such a bad thing?” She gestures to your tears.

“No, I’m not crying because of that.” You chuckle lightly. “I messed up.” You start. “We’ve been seeing each other everyday for the past few months and I thought that he started to actually like me, the real me… But I made a fool of myself… I thought we were on the same page, but I was in another library, I think.” Renge gives you a tissue and you dry your tears with it. 

“What’s so special about him that you let yourself be comfortable with him?” 

“I don’t know. He’s infuriating, aggravating, always trying to prove a point to annoy me… Always getting on my last nerve– But deep down, he’s caring–” You stop yourself. “I like the competition, the bickering and nonetheless I love that we bother each other… I love that he’s there, even if it’s to say something annoying or to hold my hand… He’s there…” You meant every word that you poured out to Renge. It wasn’t love, but it felt like it. You knew it couldn’t be love, true and simple love because Kyoya didn’t want to be yours, not even close as you wanted to be his. “I tried to force him into a real relationship he, oh so clearly, doesn’t want.” You started to cry again. 

“No you didn’t.” She sounded almost angry that you were thinking this way. 

“I– I just want to be enough for him, you know? I’m enough for his family, his stupid brothers, but I’m not enough for him.”

“You know what I think?” She tells you and you shrug. “Fuck him.” You snort. “Right? Fuck the guy, he’s not interested, fine, but make him regret ever messing with your feelings. You are enough! He clearly can’t see it, but I do. You’re funny, smart, sweet, you have a pretty face and a rather sexy body. You’re talented, hell you speak four languages for Christ sakes! You are awesome and never let anyone tell you otherwise, not even Kyoya. Because he’s the one that doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’re right.”

“I know I am!” She smiles proudly. 

“Fuck him and fuck all of this stupid arrangement!” You were feral. You were both laughing like the devil possessed you both. “I make my own stupid choices! I will find a husband that I will see fit for me, not for anyone else.” “That’s my girl!”

“Kyoya will be free of me and will do as he wishes and I’ll be happy.”

“Monday, it will be my personal mission to find someone for you. You won’t have to lift a finger.” You laugh deeply. “How about Asahi?”

“He is cute, isn’t he?” You buried your head in her pillow as you blushed over his tanned body. 

“Talk to him tomorrow, maybe you’ll even get some action.”

“Gross.” You were laughing so hard, you were afraid you’d wake up Haruhi, who’s bedroom was next to Renge. “Thank you, Renge.” You smiled at her. “You’re a great friend.”

“That’s what friends are for, lift each other up.” She slumped over you and hugged you with all of her strength and, oh god, was she strong.

You spent the rest of the night together in bed talking about your super plan to get another future husband. The Perfect Boyfriend List had six requirements: 

1.  He had to be rich

2. Handsome

3. Kind and generous 

4. Funny

5. Obviously interested in you 

6. Not be Kyoya

It was going to be easy, right? The list of rich handsome guys at school was long… Excruciatingly long, but not impossible! You and Renge were going to be the perfect team for that.

After the terrible morning in Renge’s room where you both jolted awake by her alarm at 8 am on a Sunday, you were quietly eating lunch with the other hosts, not bothering to look at he who shall not be named.

“So you and Renge–” Tamaki quietly starts. 

“Don’t even start there you pervert.” Tamaki gasps. “I heard about your BDSM with Haruhi, stay out of my business.” A soft smirk appeared on your face when he was lost for words. 

“That’s not what was going on!” He retorts. “And I wasn’t insinuating anything! I’m a gentleman! I heard loud crying, then laughter, I was just curious.”

“You were crying?” Mori asks, concern shown in his tone. You look up from your plate seeing him glare at Kyoya. 

“We were having a girls night, we would’ve invited Haruhi, but she was busy.” Renge snorts, Haruhi rolls her eyes, but giggles. 

“That’s not what happened!” As the two of them kept arguing loudly over breakfast, you felt his intense gaze on you. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of looking at him, for him to feel the reassurance in your eyes. He deserved it, the ignorance, but a part of you wanted to look at him.

A distant laugh rings in your ears and you recognize him immediately, Asahi! You stand up quickly to go meet him in the corridor leading to the main entrance.

“Asahi!” You called out and he stopped in his tracks to smile at you. 

“Y/n! Hi! How are you?” You finally catch up to him, panting from the sudden rush of adrenaline. 

“I’m great, how about you?” You wanted, tried, to act as casually as possible. 

“Good! I was about to go on an early swim with some friends, want to tag along?” His smile was so bright and so gentle. 

“Maybe later today?” He nods. “Look, yesterday I had a great time at the beach with you as my guest and I think you enjoyed my company a lot too… What I’m saying is that I’d like to go on a date with you.”

“Oh wow! I am super flattered that you asked me out. You’re a great girl and I’d love to hang out after school.” But… “But it’s going to sound shitty, but I don’t like you romantically, I really like Renge.” You gasp in pure shock. When? What? Where? “I’m so sorry!”

“No! Oh God, don’t be sorry at all!” You laugh nervously. “I didn’t know, but I’m glad you told me, I’ll put in a good word for you.” He chuckles. “But I would really like to hang out with you too, as friends obviously.” He nods and you rush back to your table where Renge was already waiting for what you were about to tell her. “He said no.” It was plain and simple. 

“That jerk.” She wasn’t happy. Not a great start.

“He likes you.” It sounded less confident than you planned to. 

“Even a bigger jerk.” She was pouting.

“You asked someone out?” Kaoru asked, quite interested. 

“Yep and got rejected, no hard feelings.” You chuckle nervously. Renge was plotting something in her mind, she’s been quiet on the subject for far too long. “He’ll regret rejecting you.” She mumbled. 

“No, Renge, I don’t care I got rejected.” You laugh patting her on the back. “Besides, you could get yourself one heck of a boyfriend with Asahi.” 

“You asked Asahi out?” The group exclaimed, all of them were in shock as for Kyoya… He was silent.

You felt guilty for asking another guy out right after you got rejected by your fiancée, but it was what you had to do to get out of this union. Be someone else’s fiancée and be happy… You finally looked over at Kyoya and he felt cold and distant as the group were all yelling at each other over why you had asked Asahi out. He quietly stood and exited the room just as he did at last night’s dinner. You'd hurt his feelings, but so did he. It wasn’t fair play, but he didn’t want you that way, might as well find someone who would. Someone who would love you the way you deserve to be loved. After all, The Perfect Boyfriend List had six requirements: 

1. He had to be rich

2. Handsome

3. Kind and generous 

4. Funny

5. Obviously interested in you 

6. Not be Kyoya 

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

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