ryuga x gn!reader (i’m pretty sure sorry if it’s not)
a/n: this is very ooc but i personally feel like ryuga would meow if you asked him to and he liked you enough also this is really ass my writing skills disappeared
everyone who knew ryuga insisted he was incapable of dating.
this was mostly because he was well…him. so when you two were basically unofficially dating, it confused everyone involved.
including ryuga.
you had never actually asked him out nor did he ask you out. you just showed up one day and declared you were bored. ryuga told you to leave. you did not. that was kind of how everything started.
ryuga was in the middle of meddling with his launcher, scowling at the ground, when you plopped down beside him with a plastic bag in your hands.
he glanced at it. then at you. then back at it.
“what is that,” he said flatly.
you smiled in a way that instantly put him on edge.
“a gift.”
“i do not want it.”
“well that’s too bad.”
you reached into the bag and pulled out a headband with little white cat ears on it, complete with pink inner lining. you held it up proudly.
ryuga stared at you like you were crazy.
“…no.”
you gasped, offended. “ry, come on.”
“absolutely not,” he snapped, standing up abruptly. “do you have any idea who i am.”
you tilted your head. “a cute kitty femboy?.”
he choked.
“i am not a— what.”
you hummed. “you’re not exactly denying it.”
ryuga opened his mouth, closed it, and turned away with a huff. “this conversation is over.”
you stood up and followed him immediately. “just put them on.”
“no.”
“please.”
“no.”
“ryuga.”
he stopped walking and glared at you. “don’t call me that when you’re trying to make me do something stupid.”
you giggle. “is it working?”
he grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like surrender. “why.”
“because it would be cute.”
“that thing is far from cute.”
“you’re cute, but you’d look even cuter with it on.”
“i’ll throw you off a cliff.”
you hand him the ears despite his little threat .
there was a long pause before he gave you another glare. another internal battle that he so very clearly lost.
with the stiffest movements imaginable, ryuga snatched the headband and shoved it onto his head. the ears sat slightly crooked. his expression was pure fury.
you stared at him for a full three seconds.
then you laughed so hard you nearly fell over.
ryuga crossed his arms. “you have ten seconds to admire before i take this off.”
“wait wait,” you wheezed. “you forgot the best part”
ryuga narrowed his eyes. “no, your ten seconds are up.”
you completely ignore him and clasp your hands together with a grin. “meow.”
“…what.”
“meow for me.”
absolutely not.
that was what his face said. what his mouth said was, “i will not degrade myself.”
you leaned closer, pouting. “ryyyyy.”
he clenched his jaw. “don’t start.”
“ryuga.”
his glare could have shattered stone. “if anyone ever hears about this.”
“they won’t,” you said instantly. “i promise.” you quickly add though it’s highly doubtful anything you just said is true.
another pause, another internal war raging inside him. though this one took longer.
“…once,” he muttered.
you squeal. “REALLY!?!?.”
he looked away, face already turning a bright red. “…meow.”
it was quiet and very forced but it was something.
you made a noise that might have been a gasp.
“oh my god,” you said, immediately grabbing his face. “look at you. you’re such a cute kitty.”
he stiffened. “get your hands off me.”
you ignore that as well.
“who’s a grumpy little kitty,” you cooed. “you are. yes you are.”
“i am going to end you.”
“ry, that’s no way to talk to your owner.” you scold.
his entire soul left his body.
“i am not your pet.”
“sure you are,” you said sweetly. “my cute little kitty.”
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: She forgot whom she belongs to, and Kai would gladly make her remember.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 21+ SMUT. Name calling- Baby, Overstimulation, possessive!Kai, oral receiving!Fem, name calling, Kai being jealous, mentions of blood, virginity loss, slight ooc Kai
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Kai Hiwatari x Reader.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Minors do not Interact.
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: this is my first smut. Please be kind on me y'all
Kai scowled.
Hard.
He knew he shouldn't get jealous. He was her good "Friend".
The Orange headed guy laughed, his turquoise eyes shining as they looked in the eyes of the girl in front of him, her mouth not stopping the chatter as they burst in another fit of giggle. Kai's eye twitched when draped an arm around her shoulders.
Looks like someone will lose an arm or two.
Kai had liked her from a long time. Long, long time- ever since the BEGA ended. She had joined the G-Revolutions to fight against Boris. After his own first Battle with Brooklyn when he returned, no one but his team accepted him with open arms, specifically Tyson.
She didn't knew him, but she too did.
'Every person strays from their path at some point or the other. It does not matter why they strayed, but what matters is that they came back on the right path.' that's what she had said to him.
Since then, she'd stuck to him. Even when he tried to push her, she stuck to him. Her sparklign eyes, her chiming laughter, her blooming cheeks, her sunshine personality.. after all the years-
He felt Joy.
True Joy.
But now as he saw her talking to Brooklyn - his arch nemesis, the man he despised from the depth of his heart - his heart burned.
While Kai glared darkly at the orange head and the girl in front of him, Ray was silently observing him. The Bladebreakers knew that Kai liked- nay, Loved her. It was obvious. Kai loosened up around her, and he had seen Kai giving one of his rare smiles on his otherwise grumpy face.
"They look good together." Ray violently shivered, but held back when Kai turned his glare from Brooklyn to him. "Pardon?" Kai's tone was quiet — but borderline pissed.
"I mean, look at them. She seems happy with him." Ray knew that egging Kai will cost him so much, last time he barely saved his beyblade when in one match he had called her beautiful, and Kai tore his beyblade in half.
"As if you know." Kai rolled his eyes. "I have a girlfriend." Ray snapped back, his fang poking out of his lip and Kai grouched. "Look Kai, you both have been dancing since long." Kai looked at Ray with corner of his mouth, and his back tensed when he saw Ray giving him that look.
The look he gives when he's very, as in VERY serious.
"Before Brooklyn — or anyone — proposes her, go and confess." Ray had turned to go. "Just know that she's in demand." Ray had said, choosing to walk away as he refrained from saying more.
Kai's eyes darkened and he took in her.
.
"Hey (Reader)!" She turned around, her eyes widening in curiousity when she saw Tyson jogging up to her. "Hey Takao," She smiled. She was one of the few people who called him and his Brother by Original name.
"Have you seen Kai?" Tyson asked and she blinked, heat rising up her cheeks. It was a known fact that she liked Kai. She loved that man, despite him being cold. She knew the struggles Kai had to face.
"No-no, I didn't. Why?" She said softly. She had seen Kai in morning, but somehow he had vanished after the noon. She searched for him entire time, and was wondering if Tyson knew but alas, he didn't knew.
"I was actually wondering if you can give these pancakes to him back home. Your house is on the same way he lives." Tyson said and a cheeky grin passed over his features before he handed the paper bag to Her.
And that's how she found herself in the posh flat owned by Hiwatari Kai. She mused, now realising that how lavish Kai's lifestyle was. Well, he was Grandson of Hiwatari Soichirou and heir of Hiwatari Enterprises.
She mused to herself, and looked around the posh Penthouse. The ceiling was very high, under which the Penthouse consisted of two floors. Huge glass windows overlooking the night of Tokyo, glimmering with many lights marvelled her. The soft, dim light of Kai's penthouse soothed her nerves, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of fluttery.
She had loved Kai. Ever since she laid her eyes on him, she loved him. Except she had found him beaten, battered, and near death. But the blazing fire in his eyes drew her in like a Moth, and even if he didn't love her.. she loved him.
And today, she was to confess.
Her thought process stuttered to stop, heat flushing down her neck and whole body when Kai walked out of his room — dressed in nothing but faded grey sweats. The slightly damp torso and the wet hairs told her that he had recently taken a shower.
Kai halted in his feet when he felt a new presence. He knew that if it was any of his teammates, they wouldn't be sitting so quietly. Tyson would be rambling non stop and hogging his Kitchen, Ray would have brought his little Kitten along with him, and Max would definitely have started television by now.
He whirled around and his eyes blinked rapidly when he saw her sitting silently, eyes wide, red from something he didn't knew, staring at him openly.
A smirk pasted on his face, and very unlike of himself he said, "Like what you see?" Oh he definitely loved the way she turned red.
"I- Oh- Um-" She stammered, pushing a lock of her shining hairs behind her neck. " came here to give you these." She flushed bright red. She hadn't really spoken to Kai, and he had never spoke like this to her.
Kai sauntered towards her and took the bag. "Tyson sent this?" He asked as he waved at her to come in Kitchen. She skipped from one foot to other, wondering if she should go in or not. Kai was being out of his character today. "Yeah, we saved some."
"Thanks for these," he muttered, crossing his arms as if to shield himself from her presence. He leaned against the wall, his usual composed demeanor crumbling in her warm, casual presence.
She turned to face him, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "It's no big deal, Kai. Thought you might need something sweet to brighten your night."
Kai’s chest tightened at her words. Sweet. That’s what she was—too sweet. Too kind. Too… oblivious. He couldn’t shake the image of her laughing with Brooklyn last night, sitting too close, sharing jokes only they seemed to understand. His jaw clenched at the memory.
"You didn’t have to come all the way here for this," he said, his voice clipped. His eyes flitted to the pancakes, then back to her, unsure whether to focus on her or avoid her entirely.
"Why are you acting so strange?" she asked, tilting her head, her voice a mix of amusement and concern. "Did something happen?"
"No," Kai replied curtly, pushing off the wall and walking toward the window. His broad back was now to her, a defensive shield against her curious gaze. He shoved his hands into his pockets, willing himself to stay calm.
She raised a brow, crossing her arms. "Really? Because you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder ever since I got here. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re mad at me or something."
Kai’s heart raced, her words cutting deeper than she likely intended. How could he be mad at her? She hadn’t done anything wrong—except spend the evening with Brooklyn, of all people. His stomach churned at the thought.
"Are you going to the ramen place with Brooklyn again tonight?" The question slipped out before he could stop it, his tone sharper than he intended.
Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Yeah, we do have plans for tonight." She affirmed.
Kai turned to face her, his expression guarded but his eyes betraying the storm within. "You shouldn’t go," he said flatly.
"Why not?" she challenged, taking a step closer. "What’s with you, Kai? Why do you even care?"
He looked away, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. "I just don’t think it’s a good idea," he muttered.
Her confusion deepened, and she searched his face for answers. "Is this about Brooklyn?"
Kai stiffened, his silence louder than any confession.
Realization flickered in her eyes, and she let out a soft sigh. "Kai, if you’ve got something to say, just say it. Otherwise, stop acting like a jealous child."
His face burned, the word jealous slicing through his defenses. He opened his mouth, but no words came. Instead, he turned away again, staring out at the cityscape, his silence screaming everything he couldn’t bring himself to admit.
She stared at Kai's rigid frame, frustration bubbling inside her. His silence felt like a wall, thick and impenetrable, and she was tired of tiptoeing around it. Dropping the bag of pancakes onto the counter with a soft thud, she crossed the room, stopping just behind him.
“Kai, this is getting ridiculous,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the city outside. "What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird since last night."
He didn’t move, his hands still shoved deep in his pockets. His reflection in the glass betrayed his inner turmoil—his jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line. He was unraveling, and she could see it.
She stepped closer, her voice softer now. "Is it something I did? Did I say something wrong? Please, just talk to me."
His fingers twitched at her words, but he remained silent, staring out at the skyline like it held all the answers.
She wasn’t having it. Placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, she pressed, “Kai, whatever it is, you can tell me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
That word. Friends. It made him flinch as if she’d slapped him. He spun around abruptly, her hand falling from his shoulder. His dark eyes burned with a mix of emotions—anger, frustration, and something deeper, something raw.
"That’s the problem," he snapped, his voice louder than he intended. "We’re just friends. And I… I can’t stand it anymore."
Her breath caught in her throat. “What?” she whispered, her heart pounding as his words hung heavy in the air.
Kai ran a hand through his hair, his frustration boiling over. "Do you know what it’s like? Watching you laugh with Brooklyn, seeing you with him, like he’s the only one who gets to see you smile like that? It’s maddening."
Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and confusion flashing across her face. “Kai… are you saying—”
"Yes!" he burst out, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. “Yes, I’m saying I’m jealous, okay? I hate seeing you with him. I hate the way he makes you laugh. I hate that he gets to spend time with you when I can barely string two words together without making an idiot of myself.”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She was frozen, stunned by the confession spilling from him like a dam breaking.
Kai took a shaky breath, his gaze softening but still intense. “I’m in love with you,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, tinged with vulnerability. “I’ve been in love with you for longer than I can even remember. And it’s killing me because I don’t know if you feel the same way.”
The room went silent, his words echoing between them. Her mind raced, trying to process the sheer weight of his confession. He stood there, waiting, his heart in his throat, terrified of her response.
Finally, she took a step closer, her voice barely a whisper. "Kai… why didn’t you just tell me?"
He let out a dry, bitter laugh. "Because I’m a coward. Because I was scared of losing you."
Her expression softened, and she reached up to cup his face gently, forcing him to meet her gaze. “You idiot,” she said, a smile breaking through the shock. “Do you think I’d be here, bringing you pancakes, if I didn’t care about you?”
Kai blinked, her words slowly sinking in. "What are you saying?"
“I’m saying,” she said, her voice steady now, “that I think I’ve been in love with you too. I just didn’t realize it until right now."
Kai’s heart stuttered, and for a moment, he simply stared at her, his mind struggling to catch up. Then, without thinking, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if afraid she might disappear.
“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice barely audible against her hair.
She laughed softly, wrapping her arms around him. “I love you, Kai.”
For the first time in days, the tension between them dissolved, replaced by something warm, something real.
And that is how you found yourself pinned on the door, your legs wrapped around his hips which held you up, your each arm pressed onto the door, his hips and very hard on grinding onto your clothed core that ached to be free and touched by those long fingers that you found yourself staring at so many times.
His hot lips trailed down on your throat as he sucked harshly on it, painting purple and red. The flash of memory of Brooklyn and you laughing made him let out a growl, his possessiveness taking over as he sucked harshly on your sweet spot. You moaned aloud, mouth falling open in gasp as your nipples tingled with pain that you wanted nothing but to touch them and relieve them. But you were at Kai's mercy and—
And he was a fucking Tease.
"What happened baby?" Kai asked in a hoarse whisper in your ear and bit it's shell making you mewl. "Tell me."
"K-Kai.." You moaned, your hips automatically grinding on his and his own hold tightened around your wrists, barely holding back. "Please... Fuck me.." You let out a whimper.
"How do you want me to fuck you?"
There was something in his voice that made you react. Your back arched and you nearly slipped, if not for his strong hips to hold you up. "Fuck me, please.."
"But you haven't told me how you wanted me to fuck you?" He mumbled in her ear. The monster of control he had over his emotions and expressions was something everyone marvelled at. You groaned and threw your head back, soon peering in his darkened crimson eyes. "Fuck me so hard that I have to cry to stop you." You groaned softly, your own words sending a thrum down your cunt.
He smoothed his hand on your cheek. "Babygirl~" You jolted, your cunt throbbing with how hot he actually sounded. "No one is crying tonight, let me take care of you." He cooed and took her to bed. Throwing her gently on the bed he backed off, admiring the woman he had fallen in love with. Propping on your elbows you took off the oversized shirt you were wearing, and Kai nearly lost his balance when he saw you wearing that red lace bra, your milky skin peeking through the sheer clothe.
He dived and kissed you deeply, on hand cradling your head, tolting it as per his own preference while other toyed with the jeans you wore, grumbling in your lips as he found it hard to pop off that damn button that held your jeans together. You giggled and took off your jeans, now laying in your undergarments.
The kiss was intense and deep. You didn't knew how the kiss went from sweet, romantic, passionate to Passionate, romantic, filled with hunger and lust. Big hands and long fingers dipped in your curves as he kneeded the soft flesh, your mouth opening in a gasp as a moan left when he pinched your nipped.
Kai had taken off your undergarments when you were too busy and too lost in kissing him, and hissed when your fingers coiled in his hairs. He gently peppered the kisses down your neck, his fingers dipping in your thighs. A shiver ran down your spine when his long finger swiped in your folds, a moan tearing out of your throat that fell into a gasped sigh, filled with pleasure, when his tongue licked on your nipple.
Kai was very talented, with his hands and with his tongue too. His fingers worked on collecting the juices that were already seeping out of your tight hole, while his tongue continuously flicked over your nipple, tugging it with his teeth. You shivered and thrashed when he but at your nipple, mewling softly.
"K-Kai, I can't take it anymore! Please!"
He didn't even had to be told twice before you gasped, a moan tearing out of your throat when his fingers rolled around your clit, the deep circles sending shivers up your spine and hotness down your core. Don't think that this was not affecting him, he was hard. Painfully hard. All he wanted to do was to push himself in you, claim you as his own properly and pound till you are full of his seed.
But he had to gold back, this was first time. And he didn't wanted you passed out on your first time.
So he took his sweet time. Slipping his index finger in your hole, he gently moved it, his thumb still weaving deep circles on your clit as his mouth suckled on your nipple, the pale skin around the dark areola now pink with his ministrations.
"Kai please!" You moaned, fed up with how he was dragging. Kai cooed on your chest, flicking his tongue over the erect nipple as you gasped, and plunged two more fingers in your hear, stretching you like never before and started moving them at faster pace, a moan and a sigh escaping your lips. It didn't took much time before the coil started tightening in your abdomen.
Kai noticed how you tensed, how those pretty and glossy lips fell open, how your eyes rolled back in your head, how your back arched and he realised that this was it. You will come undone in no time. And his fingers started moving faster, the tip hitting your cervix. You couldn't hold it, and the band snapped as a loud moan reverberated in the dark bedroom.
Kai shimmied his boxers off, and looked at your heaving form. His eyes trailed from your sweaty, red face, plush lips to the neck painted in dark purple love bites- his love bites- to the darker red love bites on your breasts to the core that glistened with your fluids which dropped to the pristine dark grey sheets on bed. Groaning softly he kissed you deeply, tomgue immediately pushing in your hot mouth and drinking in your moans.
The hold that was on his hairs tightened harshly when he suddenly plunged his girth in. Kai was long, yes, but he was hella girthy. Your eyes screwed shut as pain ran across your face, tears rolling down from the sudden intrusion. He kissed you more deeply, gently caressing your sides to soothe your aching core as he waited for you to stop clenching on his girth with your gummy walls.
Kai was losing his mind, yes. Especially with how snugly he fit inside you as if your core was made for his heat- it drow him mad. wild. All he wanted was to just push in your core deeper and deeper, and hit the spongey meat which would make your eyes roll back and those plush lips fall open.
"M-move.." A whisper caught his eyes as he looked in her eyes. "What baby?" He asked rasply, his breath shallowing. Your reddened face seemed to turn redder, but your eyes remained closed. "Please move Kai.." You breathed softly, opening your eyes and peering his crimson ones which looked like they just darkened.
Looking into your eyes Kai propped himself on his forearms, and started moving slowly. Your eyes stayed locked on his as your lips fell open in a gasp and he took in the pleasurable faces you were making, your leaking juices working like a lube in helping him stretch you out deliciously.
Kai watched as your eyes fell close and ducked his head down, kissing and suckling softly on your neck littering it with multiple small love bites as he kept moving in you, now more fastly with a purpose and when he hit a certain spot you let out a pleasured gasp, making him realise that he'd found that gummy spot which makes your toes turn. He moved with more purpose now, and you mewled his name softly feeling the tightness bind quickly in your abdomen.
Since he had alredy took an orgasm out of her, the second one didn't took much time to build up. Your hands latched onto his back which was littered with angry scratch marks-your angry scratch marks- and those warm fingertips worked like a soothing balm.
Kai's own orgasm was approaching at fast rate. He might have acted like a bragging peacock by holding back but his restraint felt like slipping the moment he felt the heat of her core for the first time. So when he heard her beg to move, he just... Let go of the restraint.
Hauling up himself on his elbows Kai swiped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her harshly as his hips snapped up with a force, pounding into her wet walls. The room smelt of sex and felt hot, as the sound of the skin slapping and squealching turn louder and louder, and the moans that left your lips.
Kai was literally drilling his hips into you. He wanted you to come with him. He wanted you to claim him just like he's doing. "K-kai! I'm close!" You gasped alohd after breaking the kiss, locking your legs around his hips as he ground inside while pounding in your hole.
"Come with me." He groaned in her ears as his hips took up the momentum and she cried out, her band snapping and Kai felt his own orgasm explode and he came inside her, painting her walls white and in his love. Kai flopped right on top of her- but was careful of his weight- and kissed her tenderly.
"I love you, you know that right?" He whispered breathily and kissed her head softly, looking at her only to see mischief gleaming in her eyes. Leaning closer to him, she whispered. "I want you to show me how much you love me."
For @oiks01, who asked for a Wakiya x Reader a little while ago. There was no prompt or anything, so I hope you don't mind this small thing. I also need to post, so people don't think I'm inactive.
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He honestly likes cuddling after a totally exhausting day
As well as when he’s mad/something pissed him off
He doesn’t exactly admit it, but he enjoys your comfort. Like, when he’s not being dramatic over something (which he often is)
Would LOVE to have his hair be played with while cuddling
Often falls asleep during it
Likes being the smaller spoon
Normally complains to you while cuddling, he’ll need to be really tired in order to shut up
Loves cuddling when he’s cold I bet
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Apologies for how short this is, I'm not much into Beyblade as I was years ago, so I'm somewhat contemplating removing it from my fandoms list. But who knows, maybe I need to write for another fandom for a bit.
"I can't believe you hopped on a plane over to America. Just to experience New Year's again," you shook your head with a laugh.
"I didn't see why I couldn't," Zac shrugged, "I could easily celebrate in Japan with a huge concert, then fly to New York in time to see the ball drop."
It was hilarious how he mentioned it like it was no big deal. It was nearly enough to make you forget about the cold winter air. Why was New York so cold? Maybe he was splurging because the New Year was also his birthday.
"And you somehow managed to get a room with a view of said ball," you said. "Do you know how much that costs? Why are you paying that much?" It was hard to believe how your shining boy managed to do all of it.
"Nothing is too great for us." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
You subtly turned your head away to attempt to hide the growing blush on your cheeks.
The relationship between you was... complicated. You were friends, but... it seemed like something more. You went everywhere with him. He would give you sweet little gestures or gifts. Well, if you considered getting an extra plane ticket to another country to be 'little'. Though, you weren't officially a couple either. You two just did what you felt like and this is where it ended up. Everyone who didn't know you or Zac personally assumed you were a couple. And to be honest, you didn't mind.
The both of you headed to the place he was renting. The air nipped at any exposed piece of skin with sharp little teeth. You could see your own breath turn white and drift upward. Your hands gripped harder on the coat that Zac had lent you, pulling it closer against you to conserve heat while you held his hand to guide you.
The site of the American city would have enchanted you if it weren't for the cold. The tall buildings and everyone busy to get somewhere. The way the smallest flakes of snow drifted down. And his gentle, soft hand holding onto yours warmed you. Though all you wanted was to get inside, maybe cuddle against Zac for... no! What were you thinking? You firmly shook your head to the point it made your brain hurt.
Finally you reached the hotel. He insisted on you checking in while he hid around back. You honestly didn't know how popular Zac was in America, but you supposed it was better to not take any chances. You got the room key and texted Zac. He met you at the door where you waited for him.
"Here it is." You handed him the key.
"Thank you ever so much." His blue eyes sparkled.
He opened the door. You bit your lip, wondering now was as good a time as ever to ask.
"Um, where am I going to be staying?"
Not that you wanted him to pay for you, but you weren't sure if you could afford anything in New York, except for a cardboard box maybe. If you were lucky and Zac did what he usually did, he would have already arranged a place for you.
He looked back at you, with his hand still on the handle, and blinked a few time. Then his eyes widened as something clicked.
"Oh! I knew I should have asked. I... seeing as we're so close, I thought you wouldn't mind staying with me. You get your own personal bedroom, I promise. I made sure there would be one for you."
It was rare to see him panicking this much. The way he rambled on and his eyes darting everywhere made that clear. You put your hand on his shoulder. It always got his attention. His gaze settled back on you.
"It's okay," you said. "I just wanted to make sure I knew where I was staying."
He smiled and that shine came back to his face.
"Of course."
He opened the door and you followed in and shut the door behind you. There was a couch, a TV, and a window. You could already see throngs of people gathered down below.
"Do you suppose we could watch a movie or two before midnight?" He picked up the remote from the TV stand.
You looked at the clock conveniently in the room. Yeah, you could watch a movie to kill some time. You nodded and sat on the couch. He did the same and started to try to find something you both agreed on.
You enjoyed the movie, but you were very concious of your breathing, racing heart, and how close you were to Zac. That last part was something you never paid this much attention to until recently. It made it hard to focus on what was on the screen. You hardly noticed that Zac was making a lot less comments on it than he usually would.
Normally he would take note of the acting, whether live action or voice acting. He would comment on the soundtrack, the cinematography, and- gosh! You weren't sitting this close to him last time you check. This must have happened as both of you readjusted your sitting position again and again. Accidentally getting closer to each other until you were almost touching. You were stiff as a board.
It's okay. Just relax. And you did so, letting yourself sink into the movie and moment as best as you could. Oh! Now his shoulder was touching yours!
You looked up at the clock.
"Oh, it's ten minutes 'til."
He looked up.
"So it is."
You both, somewhat reluctantly got up and prepared got out the tiny confetti cannons. He played the news channel covering the event down below as background sound. You both actually played a little game over trying to find where the reporters on the TV were on the ground. He ended up singing along with a guest singer.
Ten seconds until.
The large, lit up ball slowly fell.
10
You, Zac and everyone else called out.
9
You jumped up as you said it
8
The ball glittered.
7
It changed from purple to a yellow-orange as it slowly lowered.
6
You looked over to Zac
5
He looked over to you
4
You gave an embarrassed smile.
3
There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite identify.
2
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"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" You yelled as you pulled on the strings of your individual party cannons.
You jumped, laughed, and, on a whim, you hugged Zac. He didn’t mind at all. He laughed and spun you around. You felt your head spinning, from the swirling emotions and spinning.
"I love you."
It wasn't loud, but you definitely said it. You froze. Zac's shock didn't last long.
He flashed a smile. "I was about to say the same thing."
"Really?" You tilted your head.
"Er," he nervously laughed and scratched his jaw, "actually, no. I was too worried you wouldn't return my feelings." His temporary awkwardness quickly faded back into his usual confidence. "But now that I know you do return them..."
He held you close. You smiled, happy to feel his arm around you. Happy that you didn't have to hold back how you felt anymore.
"I wanted to try something." His fingertips lightly grazed underneath your chin.
He slowly leaned in and began to close his eyes, but not all the way. They studied you, waiting for your reaction and if you'd do the same. Which you did.
It was almost as if you felt sparks through his lips. They just brushed against each other, a small touch, and it stole your breath away and made your heart flutter. It was nice.
You were still starstruck as you both pulled apart. It was short, but amazing.
Prompt: Reader-chan convinces Kyoya to take her shopping.
Warnings: Swearing.
Author: Yulta~
You were lying on your boyfriend’s lap, scrolling through Instagram on your phone. As you looked at all of your friend’s cute outfits, you realized your closet was beginning to fall out of style.
“Yo-yo,” you mused, dropping your phone on your stomach. “I need to go shopping.”
Kyoya rolled his eyes and glared down at you, an eyebrow raised. “And? Why are you telling me this?”
You sighed and poked his nose before sitting up and facing him, “and I don’t have any money.”
“So you want me to pay for you to buy things?” Kyoya growled, turning his head to look at you.
“And I want you to walk me there. Do you really want me on the streets alone without a bey?” You questioned, knowing that line worked every time. Your boyfriend hated the thought of you being in any danger, especially with all of his enemies out there.
“Fine then. But this better not take very long,” Kyoya snapped and pulled you to your feet.
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You lead Kyoya into the mall hand in hand. He usually wasn’t one for PDA, but he made exceptions when you were around a lot of people. You lead him into the first store you saw; Sephora.
Kyoya screwed up his nose at the smell that you had gotten used to long ago. “Why are we here?”
You gave a small smile and lead him toward the foundation section. “Because makeup makes me look pretty!” You replied happily.
“You don’t need it! Why the hell are you spending so much money on something so stupid?” Kyoya snarled in response as he saw the prices of the things on the shelf.
“Because I like doing it. Shut up and let me pick stuff.” You began dragging him around, picking up foundation, an eyeshadow palette, finishing spray and eyebrow filler.
When you arrived at the cash register and checked everything in, Kyoya looked like he was going to strangle someone. You smirked as you looked at the price, $230.
You continued bringing him around to other stores.
In every one he complained non-stop, commenting about things being too revealing to wear out in public. He claimed he didn’t want others eyeing up his girl, to which you replied with ‘I’m not an object.’
In Urban Planet, you got four shirts, five pairs of jeans, and a dress. In Bluenotes, you got three leather jackets, a flannel, and a jean jacket. Plus two pairs of jean shorts, and a pair of stockings.
Finally, you went to Aldo, where you got seven new pairs of boots, heels, and heeled boots.
By the time you finally left the mall, Kyoya was absolutely furious. You had spent a few thousand dollars.
“I am never,” Kyoya ranted, “paying for you again.”
“Yes, you are!” You snorted in response. “You love me too much to say no.”
“How sure of that are you?” Kyoya spat as you headed back to his apartment.
“Completely. You only ever want to see me happy, and you know shopping is something I love doing,” you argued with a laugh.
Kyoya just huffed, knowing just how right you were.
