highly highly granular face study feat. all my notes for up-rendering sal into my art style, starting with a speculative uninjured face bc if you're gonna alter somebody's bone structure irreparably you gotta know what structure ur altering
☆ Mori "acts of service"s his way into a relationship
☆ Morinozuka "Mori" Takashi x reader, 6.2k words
☆ fluff, getting together, cw for mentioned classism, y/n used for reader
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you attempted to drag your soaked form out of the fountain, the cruel giggles of the girls that pushed you in still ringing in your ears even as their yellow skirts disappear from your line of sight. Just your luck, the second week of school and you'd already been identified as a viable bullying victim. Biting your lip to keep the tears at bay, you hauled your bookbag out of the water before stepping out yourself, more worried about keeping its contents intact than the fact that you looked (and felt) half-drowned.
Sinking to your knees on the cobblestone, you cautiously opened up the bag before breathing a sigh of relief. None of your textbooks looked damaged, your notebooks were only a little damp at the edges, and your wallet was still secured inside. You silently sent a thank you up to the universe for giving your past self the idea to splurge on a waterproof bag before the new school year. While you may have had rainy days in mind when you bought it, it apparently being bully-proof was a very welcome bonus. You were already here on scholarship, there was no way you could afford to regularly replace your things. Especially since it looked like you already had a target on your back for the crime of daring to sully Ouran's prestigious halls with your commoner self. Stupid rich brats…
A long shadow fell over you. You cursed under your breath and braced yourself for more abuse, clutching your bookbag to your chest as you lifted your head defiantly. But instead of the mocking visage of a count's daughter or a mogul's son, your gaze met cool grey eyes and an impassive expression. You blinked up at the newcomer, cataloging him from the tips of his spiky black hair to his immaculately polished shoes. He was big, for a lack of a better descriptor. Handsome too, in a cold and stoic sort of way. Though there wasn't so much as a wrinkle in his uniform, he had the glow of someone who had just finished a rigorous round of exercising, the sun glinting off the leftover droplets in his hair from his post-workout shower. The sudden sound of his voice jolted you out of your scrutinizing train of thought.
"Are you alright?" he asked, cocking his head slightly as he looked down at you. His voice rumbled out of his chest and washed over you, the timbre deep and commanding. As though triggered by his question, you quickly became hyperaware of the way the spring wind hit your wet clothing, forcing a series of shivers out of you. Your hair was plastered to your forehead and steadily dripping down your back, and you were certain you were kneeling in your own personal puddle of fountain water. The realization of the sorry sight you presented, especially in comparison to his perfectly kept appearance, had you holding your bag tighter and looking away from him, half-heartedly praying the ground would open up and swallow you whole.
"Do I look alright?" you ground out, teeth gritted as you pointedly kept your gaze trained away from him. Hopefully he'd get offended and buzz off so you could finally get some space to put your pride back together and start walking home.
Unfortunately, you so rarely get what you wish for.
The tall boy let out a soft "hm" before dropping into a squat, putting the two of you on the same level. The duffel bag that was slung over his shoulder hit the ground with a smack and you internally cringed at the casual carelessness rich people seemed to be prone to. He reached out to touch you before apparently thinking better of it, shifting instead to put himself back into your line of sight. A very petty part of you was tempted to turn your head away from him again, but all things considered he was the nicest person you'd met at this school so far, regardless of how low that bar was.
"That was a silly question. I apologize." That damn voice again. It had a soothing quality that, if anything, annoyed you further. Not only was he born into wealth you probably couldn't even fathom, but he had to look and sound like a dream too? The universe was infinite in its unfairness.
You turned your attention back to him only to notice he was digging around in his bag, his face set in concentration as he searched for…whatever it was he was looking for. You heard the sound of wood knocking on wood as he rummaged through his things (what on earth did he have in there?) Before you could voice any coherent thought or opinion about his actions, fluffy white material filled your vision.
"I know it's not much, but I swear it's clean, and you should dry off as best you can. It wouldn't do for you to fall ill and have to miss school at the beginning of the term." It took all your willpower not to gape and stare at his display of generosity. It was a trick, or a prank, or something. It had to be. No one that went to this school looked like they even knew the meaning of the word compassion. But as a hard gust of wind cut clean through your clothing and chilled you to the bone, you figured you might as well take your chances.
You set aside your bookbag and gently, as if it was a dangerous explosive rigged to blow any moment, you took the towel from his hands. It was soft, softer than you thought a towel had any right to be, and felt heavenly in your hands as you turned it over. A flash of gold caught your eye, and you brought the towel closer to your face to inspect it. On one corner, the letters "MT" were immaculately embroidered in gleaming thread.
"MT?" you repeated aloud, your eyes flicking up to his. "Are those your initials?"
The boy nodded. "Yes. My name is Morinozuka Takashi. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
You huffed, caught somewhere between ebbing irritation and creeping amusement. "Well you're certainly the first person to feel that way, at least among your peers." You lifted the towel to your hair, deciding to do something about the small river carving a valley down your back. Mori moved from a squat to a sit, clearly thinking nothing of the possibility that the ground might dirty his uniform. He waited patiently as you methodically dried off, the relief of going from dripping to just damp clearly evident on your face. Once you were done you made eye contact with him, a grateful smile gracing your features.
"Thank you, Morinozuka. I'll wash this and return it to you as soon as I can, I promise." The look in your eyes was earnest, but he waved a hand at you as if to dispel the notion.
"You can call me Mori. Also don't bother yourself. You can keep that one, I've got plenty."
"What? No, I couldn't possibly-"
"I insist."
"Well I insist on paying you back somehow. I don't like owing people, and it's obvious you've done me a pretty big solid here. So, say what you want and if it's within my power and my budget I'll make it happen."
Mori cracked a smile at that, small but genuine, and you realized with a mix of delight and horror that the expression only made him more handsome. "Well, I'll have to take some time to think of something I want that you can provide, but to start I'd like to know your name as well."
You nodded, figuring it was only proper that the two of you be actually introduced. "It's Y/N."
He cocked his head again. "And that's your given name?"
"Yes."
"What's your family name?"
"Does it matter? It's not attached to any titles."
"Of course it matters. Not being wealthy doesn't make you undeserving of respect."
It's stupid, really. The sentence was objectively true, baby's first lesson in class consciousness. It was the barest of minimums. But after two weeks of being surrounded by droves of people who genuinely believed that the circumstances of their births made them deserving of special treatment and gave them permission to trample over the less fortunate for their amusement, it didn't feel like a given. It was grounding to hear this boy, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than both your parents would make in a month, easily and freely admit that he wasn't more important than you because of his last name. Reminded you that a whole world existed beyond Ouran's gilded walls, and when the year was up and you'd served your time the real world would be ready to rescue you from this cherry blossom fever dream.
"Alright then. It's L/N." The smile you gave him was soft, and it only grew as you heard him repeat after you, the syllables of your name rolling around his mouth.
"So you're the new third year transfer everyone is talking about?" he asked, his eyes glimmering with interest. "The whole class is still buzzing with the news of this year's scholarship winners." You tried not to grimace at the thought of the entire third year class talking about you behind your back, but you must not have been very successful if the way Mori's expression turned sympathetic was anything to go by.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm sure it's been a difficult adjustment for you."
"Difficult is putting it mildly." You blew out a shaky breath, trying to focus on the way the late afternoon sun filtered through the jet black strands of Mori's hair and not on your own complicated feelings about your enrollment. "When we got the results of our end of year exams from my second year, I was second overall. The person that beat me had also nailed the Ouran scholarship, which was fine by me, really. But then it came out that they had cheated on the exams and their scores were nullified, making me top of the class. I'm still not entirely sure why I inherited their scholarship as well as their rank. Maybe the board of directors was feeling particularly philanthropic that day, who knows. What matters is me and my folks realized there's no better shining star on a resume than a diploma from this place, so we got our paperwork in order and I was shipped here. I feel like I should be grateful that such an incredible windfall came my way, but now I'm in a school where I can't even afford the uniform and I feel like a fish in the desert."
Mori nodded as you concluded your mini-speech. "I won't say I understand where you're coming from, because it would do your feelings a disservice for me to pretend our backgrounds are similar. But I do know that you earned your position here, and you shouldn't let anyone tell you otherwise." Mori lifted himself from the ground at last, slinging his duffel bag back over his shoulders before offering a hand to help you up as well. You hesitated for a moment, but the sincerity in his gaze banished any of your lingering doubt. You placed the gifted towel in your bag before slipping it on and ran a quick hand over your clothes, trying to return to as presentable a state as possible. Then you reached up and took his hand.
Your palm was smaller than his, and the warmth of him began to leech into you almost immediately. You stifled a soft yelp as he hauled you up with shocking ease, bringing you to a standing position with very little work on your part. Almost desperate to keep what was left of your dignity intact, you moved to extract your hand, but he held you firm. The quizzical look you shot him was countered by another one of his small smiles.
"L/N, I believe I've changed my mind. I would like to cash in that favor now." Your eyes widened slightly at his admission, but you gestured at him to continue. "I want you to call me Takashi."
You couldn't fight back the laugh that burst out of you then. A single clear sound that echoed through the courtyard before you slapped a hand over your mouth, though your eyes still crinkled with mirth. Mori waited patiently for your outburst to die down, the smile never leaving his face.
"Really?" you managed to say at last. "That's all you want?"
A nod. "That's all."
Your smile then was the largest yet, pure and unrestrained. "Okay. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. From this day forward, you're Takashi and I'm Y/N."
"You'd let me use your given name as well?"
"Why not? It might be presumptious of me, but I think we're friendly enough, no?"
Something unreadable flashed in his eyes before they returned to a neutral state. "Yes, I'd say we are."
Mori walked with you to the gate of the school, even going so far as to offer to call a driver to take you home, but you insisted that you'd encroached on his kindness enough for one day. You walked home that day with a warm feeling in your chest that had nothing to do with the setting sun.
Whoever your guardian angel was, that son of a bitch was a real slacker.
You gazed forlornly through the library window at the downpour outside, which had already been raging for hours and showed no signs of letting up soon. The forecast for the day had been clear, sunny skies, so like any sane person you'd left your umbrella at home. Well, as luck (or lack thereof) would have it, the weatherman was a good for nothing liar, and the weather had taken a sharp turn right before classes let out for the day. Most of the student population had simply hurried to their limos and sped off to spend the rest of the rainy day in their heated homes, but your only mode of transportation to and from school happened to be your own two legs. It wasn't even as though you lived far away, but the 20 minute walk looked deeply unappealing as the rain fell in thick, gray sheets.
You had hoped to wait it out by getting some extra studying in, but nearly two hours later you were out of homework and the storm still raged on. Groaning, you slammed your books shut and started packing your things, resigned to putting on your big girl pants and trying not to eat shit as you sprinted home.
Preoccupied with your own misery as you left the library, you rounded a corner and walked face first into a solid wall. You barely managed to avoid being knocked on your ass, stumbling back a couple of steps and cursing as you rubbed at your nose. You looked up to shoot a petty glare at the offending object only to realize what you'd mistaken for a part of the building was actually a human being, and a very specific one at that.
Mori was standing before you, looking down at you with a mixture of confusion and concern. He had his familiar duffel bag over one shoulder, and a large umbrella in his left hand. You immediately felt butterflies (and a touch of envy) erupt in your stomach, even as mortification began to creep up your spine.
Unfortunately for your blooming crush newfound friendship, the fact that you'd caught Mori alone that afternoon was nothing short of a miracle. During school hours him and his cousin were attached at the hip, not to mention his dedicated gaggle of fangirls that wouldn't dream of letting you anywhere near him. The Host Club (which you'd been shocked to discover he was a member of) kept his afternoons full as well. The most you had managed to squeeze from him in 3 weeks were a few smiles and nods before and after class, so having his full attention again was a delightfully overwhelming sensation. You scrambled to straighten out your clothes and hair and make yourself look like you hadn't just been moping about in the library for hours.
"Takashi! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" You said, trying to inject some cheer into your voice as you apologized. Mori shook his head and took a step closer to you.
"Please, the fault is mine. I should have been more aware. I must admit though, it's good to see you again Y/N."
Ohhh he was trying to kill you. He was on a mission to make you spontaneously combust. You let out a nervous chuckle and looked away, praying he wouldn't pick up on how out of sorts you felt. "We see each other in class every day, don't we?"
"Yes, but we haven't had a chance to truly speak with each other. I've found myself missing your presence."
A 20 minute interaction 3 weeks ago and he was missing you? Maybe your guardian angel needed a raise after all. Not trusting yourself to respond without saying something crazy, you turned your attention instead to the rain still battering the school's windows, a frown returning to your features as you were reminded of your predicament. Following your gaze, Mori's eyes darted to the window, then back to you.
"Are you planning on walking home in such heavy rain?" Mori asked, his brows furrowed slightly. You heaved a sigh.
"I don't exactly have a wealth of choices. Of all days not to bring my umbrella…"
Mori seemed to make up his mind then, and held out his umbrella to you. But before he could open his mouth to verbally offer it, you beat him to the punch.
"No. Absolutely not. I refuse to let you inconvenience yourself for me a second time. Keep your umbrella."
"I can't let you walk home unprotected in this weather."
"I don't want to be your charity case, Takashi."
His lips quirked down into a small frown and he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, his grip on the umbrella tightening. After a few seconds of obvious inner turmoil, he ironed out his expression and fixed you with a piercing stare.
"At the very least, let me walk you home." It wasn't a request, if anything it was a demand. You wondered if he was capable of selfishness at all.
Just as you opened your mouth to deny him, a loud clap of thunder rang out that you swore made the building shake a little. You glanced at the window, then at his umbrella, and the protest died in your throat.
You sighed and adjusted the strap on your bookbag. "Okay. I can see there's no use trying to change your mind. Just, I don't know, don't get your hopes up about the state of my house."
Relief flashed over Mori's features. He followed you as you began making your way towards the school's entrace, perfectly matching his long stride to your pace.
"To be honest," he said, his tone contemplative, "I don't think I would care if you lived in a shack under a bridge. Nothing could make me look down on you."
You could feel a prickling heat creep up your cheeks. Was it the Host Club that taught him to drop compliments as easily as drawing breaths? He never even seemed remotely fazed by anything that came out of him mouth, no matter how flustered it made you.
The two of you stepped outside, Mori's sturdy umbrella already up and shielding you from the downpour. It took a bit of maneuvering to keep you both dry, considering the height difference and the fact you had to walk a half step ahead to lead him to your home, but soon the two of you fell into a good rhythm.
"Do you live very far?" Mori asked, eyes taking in a part of town he'd either never seen or only noted in passing as his driver sped him off to more important locations. You shook your head, chancing a look back at him.
"No, it's only about 20 minutes from the school, plus we're basically halfway anyway so we should get there soon." He nodded at your response and adjusted his hold on the umbrella, stepping a little closer to you in the process. You tried to ignore the shiver that ran through you at the proximity.
"You know, Takashi," you began, fidgeting with your bag strap to give your hands something to do. "it feels like you're always saving me from water based situations." A nervous giggle left your mouth as you glanced sideways at him. He let out a hard exhale and his mouth twitched up, but it was more than enough to send your stomach's resident butterflies into a frenzy.
"Maybe you angered a water spirit in your past life, and now I have to rescue you from its wrath." His tone was even, but the mirth in his eyes as he glanced at you was clear as day. You rewarded his efforts with a soft laugh and a smile, and your heart sped up as he mirrored your expression.
True to your word, it wasn't long until the two of you came upon your street. You pointed out which house was yours and Mori dutifully walked you to it, not dropping the umbrella until you were both safe under the shade of your covered porch. You were suddenly extremely grateful that your father had insisted on a more western look for your home.
"I really can't thank you enough for this, Takashi. It would've been miserable trying to get home on my own." Mori nodded, accepting your thanks with humble grace.
"It was nothing, truly. Like I said, I enjoy your company." The heat again. You busied yourself with fishing your keys out of your bag and unlocking the door, hoping to hide your flustered expression from his view. Once the door was open, you looked back at him.
"Aren't you going to call your driver to come get you?"
He nodded again and reached into his pocket to grab his phone. You gave him the exact address to relay to his chauffeur before moving to head inside. You were halfway over the threshold before you noticed he wasn't following and turned back to look at him. He was standing where you'd left him and staring at your retreating form, rigid as a statue.
"Takashi," you called out, trying to shake him from his weird trance. "It's cold out here. You should come in while you wait for the car to arrive."
Mori's mouth thinned, and you swore his cheeks were dusted with pink. "Is that…I mean, your parents aren't home. It wouldn't be proper."
You would've laughed if he didn't look so serious. "My folks are doctors, they're never home. Besides, it's only for a little while. You're not going to try anything, right?"
His eyes widened at your implication and the pink turned to a deeper red. "I would never!"
"Then there's no issue. Come on, I can make us some tea." You gestured for him to join you, but he simply stayed rooted where he was.
"It wouldn't be proper," he repeated, though he sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than you. With a sigh, you closed the door and moved to stand close to him.
"If you're going to wait outside, I'll wait with you. You're on my property which makes me the host, and my mom would have my head if she found out I left a guest out in the cold."
"You don't need to."
"I want to."
For a long moment, Mori just stared at you. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, the blush on his cheeks spreading to the tips of his ears. Eventually, he seemed to resign himself to your stubbornness. He dropped his bag on the floor, shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the outer wall of your home. He turned his face away from you, content to kill time by watching the rain fall.
He looked ethereal with the glow of the streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement and onto his skin, his hair slightly damp from a few miscalculations with the umbrella. You were momentarily seized by a longing so great it was almost terrifying, crawling up from your stomach to shove aside your lungs and nestle itself next to your heart. Before your brain could catch up to the whims of your body, you had already closed the distance between you and him. His gaze snapped to yours, and the gentle heave of his chest stopped. His gray eyes looked almost black, twin singularities ready to consume you whole. Slowly, you brought your hand up to tug at his unbuttoned blazer, and before you could blink he was off the wall and on you.
His perpetually warm palms cradled your face with heartrending gentleness as he curled around you, his large frame occupying your every sense. One hand was fisted in his jacket, the other grasped at his shirt. His earthy cologne filled your nose, and his breaths sounded louder than any thunder. His eyes bored into you, pinning you, dissecting you, picking apart everything you were and had ever been. Then he glanced down at your lips and you were gone.
You couldn't say with certainty whether you initiated the kiss or he did, but in the end it was a pointless line of questioning as both parties were eager participants. His mouth slotted against yours like it was meant to be there, and your lips moved against his like they were made to do so. One of his hands slipped from your cheek to hold the back of your neck, and it only served to melt your brain further.
Just as your lips parted to deepen the kiss, the rumble of an engine startled you both out of the solitary bubble you had created. A sleek Cadillac rolled down your street, and it didn't take a genius to figure out who it belonged to. Mori let out out a disappointed huff as he disentangled from you, his features lined with reluctance as he straightened out his clothing and hefted his bag over his shoulder once more. The car rolled to a stop in front of your house and you silently cursed the driver. Was a spontaneous road blockade too much to ask for?
You turned back to the boy in front of you, wondering briefly if he would stay the night if you begged. Before your frazzled mind could put any half-baked plans into action, Mori was squeezing your shoulder, a reassuring smile on his face.
He leaned down to murmur softly in your ear. "I'll see you at school," he said before moving past you, down the porch steps and into the car. You watched the driver rev the engine and peel out of your neighborhood, your eyes glued to the vehicle until it disappeared around the corner. Groaning, you scrubbed a hand over your face as you turned to head into your own home. It was going to be a long weekend.
You had practically skipped into school Monday morning, eager to see Mori again after the weekend had dragged by. But he wouldn't meet your eye when you walked into class, and he was noticeably absent from all the places the two of you usually crossed paths. No matter what you tried you couldn't get even a shred of recognition from him, much less catch him alone. Confusion, anger, and more than a little hurt bubbled up in you at his blatant avoidance. Did you do something? Had he gotten cold feet? The uncertainty made your stomach churn and kept you up at night, mind racing with possibilities. Each conjured scenario was more heartbreaking than the last and the speculation only served to make you feel even worse.
By Friday your patience was on its last leg. You resolved to get to the bottom of this one way or another, for the sake of your peace of mind if nothing else. A part of you wanted to have faith in him, to extend him the benefit of a doubt and believe there was a totally benign reason for his odd behavior. The rest of you was rooted in reality.
One of your mother's patients had gifted her a voucher for a high end boutique that she had immediately passed on to you, insisting that a young lady should update her wardrobe at every opportunity. The district the shop was located in was far outside your usual stomping ground (and usual budget) but the weather was good and your Saturday afternoon was free, so you reasoned you might as well embrace the distraction.
As if your frustration had pierced the heavens and sent a message straight to the universe, you got off the bus and immediately caught sight of a familiar duffel bag and head of spiky black hair. He was dressed casually, sporting only a black tank top and athletic pants, but the height was unmistakable. He had his back was to you as he made a beeline for what you assumed was the kendo dojo you had spotted on the way here, but you'd be damned if you let this opportunity slip through your fingers.
The shopping trip long forgotten, you channeled a week's worth of irritation into your legs and ran him down, all but throwing yourself in his path. As predicted, his well-trained reflexes kicked in and he skid to a stop to avoid the sudden appearance of an obstacle in his path, giving you the chance to watch his face morph from confusion to dread in real time.
The way guilt painted every inch of Mori's features, one would think he was on trial for murder. The way anger painted every inch of yours only served to lend credibility to that assumption.
"We meet again at last. Were you banking on avoiding me forever, Takashi?" Despite the sour taste his name left in your mouth, you couldn't muster any real animosity towards him. All you had to draw from was a deep well of hurt, one you hoped this conversation would get rid of, one way or another.
Mori's grip on his bag tightened and his eyes darted between you and the rest of the sidewalk, as if considering whether to just sidestep you and continue on. You would hardly be an obstacle if he was really intent on getting past you. But he remained rooted in place, his voice low and resigned as he spoke.
"It's good to see you, Y/N." The nerve of him to say that while he refused to focus on you, his dark eyes looking at everything but your form right in front of him, stoked the fires of your righteous fury.
"Oh I'm sure. Tell me, what did you win?"
Mori's face morphed back to confusion, and he finally settled his gaze upon you. "Win? What do you mean?"
"Come on, Takashi, it's not my first day on Earth and it certainly isn't my first day dealing with immature boys. It was a bet right? 'Win the heart of the transfer and win a magnificent prize!', something like that, yes? Well I want to know what the prize was!" You couldn't quite discern the emotion on his face, but it looked vaguely like horror.
"It wasn't…I wouldn't…there was no bet."
"Oh so you ditched me all on your own, then? Even fucking better." You could feel the telltale tightness in your chest and pressure in your eyes that signaled an oncoming crying fit, but you suppressed it with all your might. You wouldn't shed tears for him. At least, not in front of him.
Mori took a half step forwards, the hand not holding his bag extended slightly, like he was fighting the urge to touch you. "Y/N, it's not like that, I swear. Please let me explain."
You crossed your arms and held your ground. "I'm listening. Prove that you weren't trying to make a fool out of me."
Mori inhaled deeply before letting it out long and slow. He ran a hand through his unruly locks and you really should've received a Medal of Honor for holding yourself back as the movement caused his arms to flex sinfully.
"I…I'm sorry, first and foremost. I was selfish. I was so caught up in my own emotions that I failed to consider how my shortcomings would affect you. It pains me to have caused you pain. Please forgive me." He bowed his head to you, and the genuine hurt in his voice gave you pause. He certainly didn't sound like someone who had masterminded a plan to embarass you, but you'd withhold judgement until his reasons were revealed. You silently gestured for him to continue and he nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
"To make it simple I was…" He trailed off and took another deep breath, gearing himself up to confess what had been weighing on him. "I was overwhelmed by the magnitude of my feelings towards you. When I first saw you, sitting by that fountain, I thought you were beautiful, but it wasn't deeper than that. At least, I convinced myself it wasn't. But after our conversation, I found myself thinking of you constantly. As a host I interact with pretty girls every day, but their smiles never affected me like yours had. I treasured every interaction between us, no matter how small. And then last week, the fact that you trusted me to get you home safely, being so close to you…I was besides myself. I acted…irrationally."
"Do you regret it?" You asked, almost scared to hear the answer.
"No." His answer was quick and firm, leaving no room for doubt or second thought. Your heart fluttered in your chest. "No I don't, but I think that's what scared me so much. I'm not accustomed to wanting things. I know that sounds callous, but I'm being literal. I've never had a great deal of wishes or desires. I believed I was entirely content with what I had." His hands moved to rest on your shoulders, and you didn't move to stop him. You barely dared to breathe.
"I was wrong. Y/N, I was so wrong. I want you with everything I am. I know you have every right to be upset with me after my behavior this week, but if you give me the chance I'll make it up to you tenfold for as long as you'll have me."
You didn't think. In truth, your mind had been blank from the moment he said he wanted you. You gazed at his face, his perfect, handsome face, carved from stone and glowing in the afternoon sun, and your body moved on pure instinct. You cupped his face and pressed your lips into his.
The kiss was softer than the first, but no less sweet. Vaguely you registered his arms wrapping around you, drawing you into him. He pulled away much earlier than you would have liked, but the smile on his face soothed your disappointment.
"I assume I'm forgiven?" He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. You snorted and lightly smacked his bicep, though made no move to exit his embrace.
"Yeah, yeah, you're off the hook. Also, have you ever considered writing romance novels?"
A sharp exhale. "You think I could?"
"You have a gift, my dear."
He chuckled and, to your dismay, extracted his form from yours. He grabbed his bag from where it had fallen (when had he dropped it? You had no clue) and glanced at the nearby dojo.
"As much as I loathe to leave you, I do have a prior engagement." You frowned, more than a little reluctant to part so soon after learning your feelings were returned. Then, a lightbulb moment.
You reached into your back pocket and dug out the voucher. You gave Mori a glowing smile and batted your eyelashes, waving the coupon like it was the winning lottery ticket.
"You could go. I won't stop you. But there will be more kendo practices in the future. I'm offering you the chance of a lifetime here."
He quirked an eyebrow. "The chance to do what, exactly?"
"The chance to take your girlfriend shopping and pick out my outfit for our first date."
You could just barely hear his sharp inhale but it had you suppressing a smirk all the same. Hook, line, and sinker.
His eyes darted back to the dojo, then to you again, and you could tell his mind was made up. You extended your hand to him and he took it without a moment's hesitation. The grin you flashed him as you began to tug him in the direction of the boutique was near blinding.
"And what exactly are we doing on this first date, dearest?" He asked, matching your pace easily. You shrugged.
"I figured we could plan it on the way."
He laughed and intertwined your fingers with his, and the warmth that bloomed in you had nothing to do with the afternoon sun.
His strong arms had your thighs hooked his shoulders, and yanking your hips forward until your pussy was pressed right against his mouth. No teasing, no soft kisses — just pure hunger.
His tongue dragged heavy and flat up your entire slit, tasting every drop of how wet you already were.
He groaned at loud at your taste and buried his face in between your thighs, mouth open wide, licking and sucking like he was trying to devour you. His tongue pushed inside your hole, fucking in and out in deep, messy strokes while his nose rubbed hard against your clit.
“Fuck… you’re so wet already,” he muttered against your pussy, voice low and rough. “Tastes so fucking good.”
Bakugou got louder, sloppier. Wet slurping sounds filled the room as he ate you like he was starved. He shook his head side to side, tongue flat and fast, coating his lips, chin, and cheeks in your slick.
Two thick fingers slid into you without warning, pumping deep and hard while his mouth locked onto your clit, sucking it hard between his lips.
You moaned loud, back arching, but he just gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you even closer, smothering himself in your pussy.
He was making a complete mess of your cunt. Every time his fingers thrust in, more slick gushed out around them, coating his hand and wrist.
He pulled his fingers out for a second, spread your pussy open with his thumbs, and spit directly on your clit before diving back in. His tongue flicked fast and aggressive over your clit while his fingers returned, curling deep inside you, hitting that spot over and over.
“Shit, listen to how wet you are,” bakugou groaned against you, the words vibrating right against your pussy. “You’re dripping all over my fucking face. Good girl… keep making a mess like that.”
He got even more aggressive, sucking your clit hard while his fingers fucked into you faster. The sounds were filthy — loud squelching, heavy slurping, his low groans mixing with your moans. Your thighs started shaking around his head, but he didn’t let up. If anything, bakugou held you tighter, forcing you to take every aggressive lick and thrust.
Your hips were grinding against his face now, chasing the feeling, and he loved it. Your fingers gripped his hair and pulled him closer, desperate for more. He moaned into your cunt, encouraging you, letting you use his tongue however you needed.
“Don’t stop,” he growled, barely pulling his mouth off you to talk. “I want this pussy soaking me. Cum on my face baby.”
The pressure kept building fast. His fingers were relentless, curling and pumping deep while his tongue flicked and sucked your swollen clit without mercy. You were trembling hard, legs shaking uncontrollably around his shoulders. He could feel you getting close, so he doubled down, sucking harder, fingers moving faster, burying his face so deep he could barely breathe.
You came hard. Your whole body tensed up as the orgasm crashed through you. You gushed all over bakugou’s tongue, soaking his face completely. He kept his mouth open, licking and drinking up everything you gave him while your juices ran down his chin.
“That’s it baby, don’t fucking stop cumming” He didn’t pull away even for a second. He kept licking and sucking through your orgasm, dragging it out, making you shake and whimper as wave after wave hit you.
He groaned loudly into your pussy the whole time, clearly loving how much you were soaking him. Only when your legs went limp and you started twitching from overstimulation did he finally slow down.
Bakugou gave your pussy a few more long, slow licks, cleaning up every drop that tried to escape, before pulling his face back slightly.
His entire lower face was wrecked — shiny, dripping, lips swollen and red. Strands of your slick connected his mouth to your pussy before they broke as he pulled away. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, breathing heavy, but the smirk on his wet lips said everything.
“Fuck… that’s what I wanted,” he said, voice hoarse. “Made such a mess all over my face.” He looked at how wrecked you and your pussy were with a smirk proud his work.
Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x reader
Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut with fluff, creampie, morning sex, hints of overstimulation, praise.
It had been known upon Kyoya's friends and family that he was not, by any means, an early riser. Whenever bothered in the early morning, or any time before he had wanted to wake up (even if it's 4pm in the afternoon), Kyoya was always grouchy. Spouting cynical and rude comments, glowering and mumbling at whoever even thought of disturbing his sleep. Everyone had taken note to never bother him in bed.
However, in his second year of college, something started to shift.
Mori and Haruhi had taken note of it first- Kyoya had gotten progressively more polite. You could even go as far to say he had become an early bird, his second semester of classes mainly consisted of 8 or 9 am lectures compared to his 2 to 3 pm classes.
Kyoya had claimed it was because of the length of the classes- and it was better to go to one long class in the morning twice a week rather than five short ones in the afternoon. It had convinced most of the group- knowing he always had an efficient strategy in order to maximize anything for his benefit. In typical Ootori fashion, Kyoya had a logical reason for everything.
Tamaki had wondered what it was. A newfound maturity? He started going to bed earlier maybe. What if he started to become an insomniac and was actually never sleeping in the first place, and he started becoming kind as a result of his delirium?
Haruhi had crossed off the last option, rolling her eyes at his ridiculous assumption. She didn't really care why, but Tamaki never leaves things alone. Rejecting Tamaki's idea of watching his every move, Haruhi had opted to just ask Kyoya in order to settle Tamaki's nerves.
"Kyoya-kun, I've noticed you've been more of an early riser, is there any reason as to why?"
Kyoya tilts his head, looking up in contemplation before smiling to the side. "I've had more to look forward to in the mornings than I did before." His gaze follows you, observing your face as you animatedly tell the twins a story. Your eyes meet his for a split second, smiling sweetly at him before turning your attention back to the twins.
Haruhi immediately understands and looks at Kyoya as he admires you softly, a small smile gracing his lips as you laugh at the twins' responses. Tamaki, however, cannot accept the answer, and can't help but press more.
"What could've possibly transformed your nasty attitude into such a morning person?"
Kyoya pushes his adjusts his glasses before looking to the side, pausing as he stirs his tea to think about the answer. There were a couple of reasons, really.
You had started small. Giving him sleepy teas at around 8 pm, offering him a massage or inviting him to watch a movie with you. Goading him into sleeping earlier in the night. Slowly helping him loosen his tie and removing his shirt as he typed away at his laptop, peppering kisses along his neck. He could feel you practically smirk as his typing slows, more and more typos progressively pop up on his screen before he finally shuts the laptop shut to give you his full attention.
You'd tire him out before he could open his computer again, panting heavily against him as you bounced on his lap, his hands digging into the plush of your ass as he slightly guided you back and forth. A filthy combination of your slick and his pre making a mess on his lap, the lewd sound of skin slapping echoing in his room every time you sank further on his cock.
"m' close," He whispers, gripping you harder as he moves you faster. His lips latch onto your neck, his left hand moving to circle your clit in tight circles, earning a pathetic whimper from you in return.
"Come on, pretty girl, I know you have one more in you."
"Kyo- I can't, s'too much-" Your hips stutter against his, head falling into his neck as you try catching your breath. Kyoya is unrelenting, however, quickly speeding up his work on your clit while thrusting up into you as you gasp in pleasure. The heat in your gut turning into a tight coil as you spasm around him, kissing him through the overstimulation of him thrusting into you through your orgasm.
Kyoya returns the kiss deeply, his hands now gently rubbing your sides as he cums inside of you. His thumbs circle your hips, soft lips muttering praise as you both come down from your high. You groan slightly in response, glancing to the side to see a bright green "9:51" back at you, smiling softly before turning back to him.
"You have me beat. Let's take a shower in the morning together, yeah?"
Kyoya can't help but agree as he cleans you up with a warm rag, fighting the fatigue so that he can savor the moment of you in his arms before nodding off.
You'd work your magic until he'd slowly, but surely, started waking up earlier and earlier. His mood, however, had yet to change. A snappy mumble and slight glare still ever present as you slightly shook him awake.
Mornings were a lot slower, instead of shaking him awake, you'd started to wake up slightly earlier, lightly massaging his head to ease him out of sleep before getting up to start your own routine. You brush your teeth and get dressed and cook a simple breakfast, bringing the plate back to his room before resuming his head massage, sweetly cooing at him to wake up.
"Kyoya, it's time to get up. I made you breakfast."
His brows furrow before shaking his head slightly, pulling up the covers to his chin before turning towards his pillow.
You roll your eyes, leaning down to kiss his cheek, 1, 2, 3. The smile on his face slowly grows for every smooch you pepper on his face. How could he be mad when his sweet girlfriend is waking him up so kindly?
The blanket suddenly shifts, his bare torso revealed as he gets up to kiss you back. He rubs his nose against yours affectionately as he looks you in the eye.
"I know what you're trying to do."
You don't seem to feel guilty, instead landing another kiss on his lips with a dramatic "mwah!". A teasing smile on your face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Kyoya indulges nonetheless, and now he finds himself waking up earlier than you do. Admiring your figure in the soft morning sunlight as your chest rises and falls with your breathing. His arm lazily hands around your waist as he caresses your back, appreciating the glow that highlights the tip of your eyelashes to the cupids bow of your lips.
When you do wake up, you cling closer to Kyoya, muttering a soft "g'morning." as you kiss his shoulder, slowly trailing down his torso to his briefs. You lightly palm his bulge before affectionately leaning on it, hot breath ghosting over the fabric, making his breath hitch as he lightly grasps the sheets.
Nimble fingers yank the band of his briefs down as you kiss the tip affectionately, looking up at him as you kitten lick his shaft before taking him in your mouth.
Kyoya sighs, hand finding purchase in your hair as you bob your head along his length, slowly going up before slamming your head down. His tip bruising the back of your sensitive through as your tongue flattens against the vein on the underside of his dick.
He's whiny in the morning, you note. Slight sleepiness making him more sensitive to your touch. His breathe hitches and small moans escaping through his praise as he throws his head back in pleasure.
"Fuck, feel so good around me. Love waking up like this." His hand in your hair grips tighter as he quickens the pace, reveling in the way you gag around his length. His harsh pace was a stark contrast to his hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing your shoulder as he roughly fucks your face.
You moan around him as you play with your tits, one hand pinching your nipple as you look back up at him, his normally icy glare gazing at you with adoration. His cock twitches at the eye contact before his spills into your mouth. You take it all, swallowing before disconnecting with a small "Pop!", a string of saliva connecting from his tip to your mouth.
His breathing is heavy before he brings your face to his, gently kissing you as he catches his breath between kisses. He pays you back, gently fucking you from behind in the shower. Goosebumps scatter your skin as he presses you harshly against the cold glass, watching as the water splashes around his hips with each thrust.
One would think it's greed. His never-ending greed to have you prettily whimpering in his room every time he wakes up, face buried against the base of his cock, or when he slowly cuddle fucks you as you whine against his soft satin pillows (a purchase he made just for you). He can't help it- it's hard to resist when you look so gorgeous in the early mornings. He feels rejuvenated after seeing you breathless and panting with his cum seeping out of you, whining at the loss of feeling full.
Soon enough, you'd successfully gotten Kyoya's sleep schedule on track. A healthy balance of cardio and rest, and Kyoya had never worked so efficiently. He almost wonders how he was able to acheive so much without you there.
The specific reason was far too intimate to share- especially to someone as dramatic as Tamaki. So instead, he shrugs and takes a sip of his drink.
✮ melodramatic, hysteric, a full theatre performance. if it was an act, just for show, he would surely win an oscar.
✮ seeing you, his girl, his love, his princess, his flower, his heart (all cheesy petnames were given to you by him, not me), being flirted with by another boy was a jolt to his entire system. he quite literally clutched his chest, hand on his forehead, and if there is any kind of chair or sofa behind him, he is collapsing on to it
✮ for a moment though? he does just stand there, eye twitching.
✮ once his theatrics cease, he’s by your side within the blink of an eye, a cloud of dust in the spot he had previously been standing in.
✮ pale, lithe hands on both of your shoulders, unintentionally squeezing so tight that you’re absolutely sure Tamaki’s finger prints will forever be indented into your skin.
✮ he begins to fuss and gush, absolutely fawning over your ‘unbelievable, astonishing beauty’, using that little trick of his to allow a little tear to trickle down his infuriatingly handsome face to add some flair
✮ if that doesn’t work in garnering your attention (or alternatively, weirding the guy out and making him back off), he just throws a tantrum.
✮ if he wasn’t so good looking? it would be an ick. if you didn’t love him so much? you would be ten times more embarrassed than you currently were
✮ ‘my sweet princess, leaving me! she must be mad at me? why else is she talking to that dirty, good for nothing, sleazy commoner-‘ , and he says all of this waving his hands like a man gone mad above his head whilst wailing to kyoya who doesn’t care in the slightest.
✮ there is no hiding Tamaki’s jealousy, it’s physically impossible for him to do.
✮ when Tamaki Suoh is in love? it’s all consuming, he’s terribly co-dependent. some think it’s general clinginess, but what he’ll never admit (seriously anyway, perhaps he’ll joke) is that it’s because for the majority of his life, he was lonely. and now he isn’t. he may be annoying at times, dramatic and overly confident, but he genuinely means well. he just loves you. too much at times, perhaps.
✮ over time, you’ve realise that if talking to a boy who’s a little too flirty is unavoidable, the best thing to do is to give Tamaki all of your attention and affection as soon as possible.
✮ hold his face in your hands, coo and fawn, peck his cheeks and his lips, call him the most handsome boy you’ve ever seen (because let’s face it, it’s true), and all is right in the world again.
✮ Kyoya Ootori
✮ stoic. reserved. eerily calm. you honestly wouldn’t notice if you didn’t know him so well.
✮ he stands there, adjusting his glasses with a single finger before he goes back to jotting on his clipboard, pretending to simply just be going about his day, monitoring the host club as per-usual
✮ but only you notice the subtle raise of a single dark brow, or the slight clench of his jaw, the flex of his hand.
✮ he flickers his eyes over to you periodically, waiting for you to put a stop to this pathetic boy’s nonsense. he isn’t one to cause a scene, not at all like Tamaki.
✮ he won’t rush over in a fit of melodramatic upset and jealousy, nor will he wail and whine about you leaving him and how much he loves you in hopes to avert your attention to him.
✮ Kyoya Ootori is composed and cool. He isn’t insecure. In fact, dating him required an emotional vetting process. Upon realising his interest in you extended beyond providing you with a pleasant service, when he stopped viewing you as any other guest, a background search was conducted on your family (he usually does this with all clients, but he dug a little deeper this time around), getting to know you was a slow process.
✮ dating was honestly something he never thought he would do. he didn’t see the point, as a marriage would probably be arranged for him anyway, so what was the need?
✮ but you? well, he came to realise he trusted you. and that was enough for him to not let jealousy consume him
✮ Kyoya’s jealousy is more like the small irritating prick of a needle. he doesn’t allow it to overpower him, or to cloud his rationale, but it isn’t pleasant at all
✮ but, he’ll let you deal with it independently unless it’s clear the little pest who calls himself a man isn’t taking a hint
✮ all in all? he trusts you, and despite how irritated he feels, no matter how much he wants to put that idiot in his place, he won’t. he isn’t one to cause a scene or make a spectacle of the situation, not unless he feels you’re incapable of handling yourself, and even then? it’s done with class and integrity, for both your sakes.
✮ Hikaru Hitachiin
✮ we all know how childish this boy can be. he’s moody, and a little emotionally constipated. he feels deeply, but he’s not prone to or capable of communicating it in the most mature way
✮ he resorts to embarrassing the boy flirting with you, i fear.
✮ whatever he can pick at, he will. poorly dressed? greasy hair? mild body odour? poor, tasteless, pitiful pick up lines? he’s grasping for straws in an attempt to humiliate this boy out of flirting with you
✮ absolutely gets Kaoru in on it too, and it doesn’t take much convincing either
✮ it begins with them loudly whispering, purposely so the boy can hear, and then it moves to straight up in your face bullying
✮ ‘Kaoru, just look at those rags, can you believe he left the house like that?’
✮ ‘Forget the rags, Hikaru, I can’t get over the smell-‘
✮ but God forbid you stick up for the boy and tell Hikaru he’s being mean, that’s an absolute betrayal and he’ll let you know.
✮ then unfortunately, all negative emotions are directed at you.
✮ he isn’t mean, he could never be mean to you. he teases and jests, of course, that’s just in his nature, and it’s done with nothing but affection. but he is snappy, he grumbles short responses until he yells, that is if he isn’t giving you the silent treatment
✮ when he yells, it isn’t about you at all, in fact, it’s more of an unintentional confession of insecurity and doubt. shoulder’s taught, high, and tense, fists clenched, nails almost biting into the pale skin of his palms, and brows tightly knitted together as he bit back a response after your incessant ‘what’s wrong?’s and ‘are you alright?’s
✮ ‘you seemed pretty content leaving me to go talk to that guy, why don’t you just go back to him, huh?!’
✮ after that? it’s obvious, he’s hurt. i wouldn’t even call it jealousy or envy, but a genuine fear you’ll leave.
✮ for a while, Hikaru is only comfortable with you being friendly to people he is also close with. he hates sharing, and not out of selfishness, but a need to keep you close, to give you a reason to stay
✮ as with what happened with Haruhi in episode 16, he needs a push from other’s to make amends, because of course you’re feeling apologetic for making your boyfriend feel so hurt, but he had no right to lash out at you
✮ after continuous badgering from the club (largely Tamaki and Kaoru), he finds you alone, wherever you may be, and for a moment just sits quietly at your side, not touching, maybe an inch or two between you
✮ then, he’ll swallow down all the apologies he had thought of that don’t sound quite right before quickly glancing to you and apologising in his way
✮ it isn’t a traditional apology, more of a short, bashful explanation as to why he acted so brash and callous. yet, despite an actual ‘i’m sorry’ not being said, it’s enough.
✮ it’s heart-felt, it’s quietly mumbled, and he means it
✮ and that’s all that matters
✮ Kaoruu Hitachiin
✮ similar to Hikaru, but not quite. maybe a mix of Tamaki in there too, a little childish, and melodramatic. there’s cheeky quips and pouts, but no yelling or silent treatment (thankfully, Hikaru, take notes)
✮ it’s starts with him questioning it a little, is he being stupid? is he deeping it? is he being dramatic? no, no, this guy is going too far. this guy is interested in HIS girlfriend, this visually assaulting, ill-dressed, cheap-cologne wearing commoner is flirting with HIS girlfriend
✮ so? he’d like to think he’s about to do something, but he doesn’t really. he pouts. embarrassingly so.
✮ he’s thought of insults he could throw at the guy, he’s thought of ways to swoop in and steal you away (is it really stealing if you’re his girlfriend?), but he doesn’t act on any of those thoughts or urges
✮ what if it made you mad at him? he couldn’t handle that
✮ so he waits, muttering little insults to himself with crossed arms and the scowl of a scolded toddler on his lips
✮ ‘he flirts like he’s just learned how to talk, tch’
✮ ‘she’s my girlfriend. s’not fair.’
✮ genuinely just feeling sorry for himself, acting like you’ve completely forgotten he’s existed, when you’ve probably been talking to this guy for about five minutes
✮ when you return to him he does create a little show of it, a smooch on your cheek, an arm around your shoulder, and the smuggest of smug grins tugging his lips upwards and eyes glancing to the boy you had just been talking to in a way that said ‘look over here loser, how you like that?’
✮ he rarely brings up the fact that he’s jealous, because honestly? he’s embarrassed, and similar to how he felt about Hikaru growing closer to Haruhi, he understands you have your own life, with people that know you but don’t know him. reluctantly, he comes to terms with the fact that he can’t always be the centre of your universe, that you can’t rewrite the stars and space to make planets orbit him rather than the sun
✮ of course, he wishes it wasn’t this way, in a selfish way that makes him ashamed of himself, he wants you all to himself, but he’ll forever have that fear that the closer he tries to keep you, the more it will push you away
✮ Kaoru being jealous is quieter than you’d expect, as despite being characterised as ‘mischievous’, his emotional intelligence is honestly shocking
✮ Takashi Morinozuka
✮ he’s strong and silent for a reason. Mori is a secure guy, secure in his masculinity and relationship. honestly, as long as you look happy, he’s content and all is right in the world
✮ it’s extremely difficult to make him jealous, in fact, he’d only ever become remotely jealous if it seemed as though you were reciprocating the attention and affection of another, which of course, never happens
✮ instead, he worries. he’s a protector by nature, so rather than scrutinising your interactions with other boys for signs of flirting, he’s mentally vetting these men to ensure they aren’t a public nuisance or worse, simply because he wants to ensure your safety
✮ although with Mori near by, no matter how hard these guys may want to make advances, they’re far too intimidated to allow these thoughts to manifest as physical actions
✮ if this ever does happen? he never strays from the strong silent guard dog boyfriend persona that was not only assigned to him by the Host Club, but was also just natural to who he was
✮ it’s as if he suddenly manifested behind you, from shadow or air you don’t know, and murmurs soft words in your ear before leading you away, not at all acknowledging the creep who got a little too close for his liking
✮ and that’s honestly it, short and sweet (more terrifying for the random dude)
✮ similarly to Kyoya, he isn’t going to cause a ruckus or draw needless attention, that would be selfish. he doesn’t want everyone to praise him as a knight in shining armour, he just wants to remove you from that situation as quickly as he possibly can
✮ Haruhi Fujioka
✮ Haruhi is stupid. she’s smart academically, no doubt. she was able to get a free ride to Ouran Academy, of course she’s intelligent.
✮ romantically, however? an absolute idiot
✮ she doesn’t even realise she is jealous, god bless her. she just has this indescribable look on her face.
✮ it’s a sad frown, but with a nose scrunched up in disgust, yet with brows furrowed in confusion, you don’t exactly know what she’s feeling and neither does she
✮ she just watches, lost in thought as she tries to compute how she feels whilst also wondering if you interacting with person who is clearly interested in you is wrong of you, or if she’s just irrational
✮ of course, this sweet girl gives you the benefit of the doubt. you surely wouldn’t be talking with this person for so long and giving them the attention they crave if you knew how they felt about you (and spoiler alert, she’s right)
✮ Haruhi slowly wilts away until YOU realise she’s jealous, because you truly can’t figure out if she’s aware she’s currently bright green or if she’s staying put to be polite
✮ when you return to her, she’s bashfully scratching the back of her neck, waving it all off with a sheepish, awkward smile, genuinely believing she’s fooling you into believing she’s fine and nothing was amiss
✮ she’s a little silly, but you wouldn’t embarrass her by pointing it out!!! so, you plant a sweet kiss to her cheek and lead her to one of those chaise lounges in the host club that she just knows was stupid expensive for some tea!
。He always pays, no matter where you go. Whether it’s shopping, food, groceries or anything you could think of, he’ll pay.
。Bunny makes sure that you always cum first. You’re his priority in life and in bed. So, of course he spends hours between your thighs, without even thinking of his own orgasm.
。Bunny is open to any number of children you want! 0? perfectly fine with him. 10? he’ll start working on it right now. If he could, he’d let you get him pregnant
Mikage Reo :
。He buys you a new designer bag every week. It’s just a little something he likes to do for you.
。Reo regularly books vacations, sometimes for you two, sometimes just for you. He does this because “you’re so stressed by work”. He finds it completely stupid that you work, since he’s very much rich enough to make you a housewife. But as the independent woman you are, you want your own money.
。He writes you love letters every day and pins them at the fridge, before he heads out to work. Sometimes they’re compliments, sometimes declarations of affection, sometimes flirty notes.
Alexis Ness :
。Alexis is on his knees for you. So he showers you with kisses, compliments and hugs every day.
。He would never disrespect you in any way; he won’t grope you at random moments in a dirty way, he’d never compliment you, just to get his dick wet and he would never make you uncomfortable on purpose in any other way.
。Alexis doesn’t go out if you’re not with him. It doesn’t matter if girls are there or not, he simply has no interest in going partying or anything alike, if you’re not with him.
Barō Shōei :
。Literally never lets you touch a sponge, a mop or the vacuum cleaner ever. He cooks, cleans, does the laundry, takes care of you when you’re sick and still finds a way to work. When you said that you should split the housework, he almost had a mental breakdown, since he thought he had done something wrong.
。Barou always holds every door open for you. He’s such a gentleman around you, treating you like literal Royalty.
。He gives you daily massages. And not only a quick one with low-effort, no no. He does the whole thing; music, oils and an air purifier, to make sure you can relax and enjoy this specific love language of his.
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