I miss you (top of the world).
A fill from request post for verschreibsel. And a short snippet of MBLAQ fic.
Kyoya/Tamaki, it's like my not-so-secret OTP from Host Club, lol. I hope I filled the request good enough! I'm sorry if the ending isn't really, there, I was sort of struggling with it.
It's really a day just like any other. Kyoya wakes up and gets ready for his classes. Before he leaves his dorm, he sends a text to Tamaki in order to make sure the boy is awake. He counts the number of seconds it takes Tamaki to respond- today it's seventy six, a sign that the blond has just awoken. The reply is not out of the ordinary, an excessive use of emoticons and hearts. Kyoya snaps his phone shut, pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and sighs.
Kyoya's hand automatically takes notes as his professors drone on and on. Tamaki periodically texts him, asks him trivial questions, reminisces on some old high school memory, or just talks about whatever class he is in. Kyoya never answers, it's impolite, but he stores each message away in his memory.
At lunch, he usually meets up with Tamaki. Sometimes someone else will come along too, Haruhi or the twins. Today, Tamaki and Haruhi show up at Kyoya's campus. He greets them with a cool smile and Tamaki rushes forward to hug him. Haruhi laughs lightly, so Tamaki ruffles her hair. Kyoya sometimes wonders if it's weird between them, but then he supposes they are not the children they once were.
During lunch, they chat and it's nice. At one point, Tamaki gets up to go the restroom. Two minutes later, Kyoya's phone buzzes. It's Tamaki, of course, only he could get distracted enough by a cute kid on the way to bathroom to text Kyoya about it.
“It's Tamaki, isn't it?” Haruhi asks and Kyoya nods. Haruhi looks at him, and there is something in her eyes that's so mature it almost shocks Kyoya. “I could tell just from the way you smiled.” Kyoya doesn't quite understand what she means but then Tamaki's coming back. They finish the meal and head their separate ways.
Only Haruhi's comment lingers in the back of Kyoya's mind for the rest of the day. That night, Tamaki comes over to Kyoya's house. He brings the bread that Kyoya likes fresh from the bakery. They snack and watch TV. Kyoya forces Tamaki to work on his projects while he works on his own essays. Then they are back to mindlessly watching TV, pressed close together on the couch.
Kyoya looks over at Tamaki, light from the TV flickering over his features. Tamaki must sense the stare because he turns and shoots Kyoya a smile. His whole face is warm, it's the same smile Kyoya is so used to, yet it's somehow more. Something finally clicks in Kyoya's mind as Tamaki snuggles closer into his side, talking about whatever show is on.
When Tamaki finally leaves at midnight, Kyoya flips open his phone and calls Haruhi. “Kyoya, don't you think it's too late to be calling?”
“It's about Tamaki.” She chuckles and Kyoya's pulse quickens. “Well that explains the late hour.” She pauses. “Did you finally realize how he looks at you?” Kyoya wonders how she knows but maybe she saw this coming before either of them. “You know, you guys are practically dating already.” Her tone is amused, and Kyoya thanks her and hangs up. His suspicions are confirmed.
The thing he doesn't understand is how he never noticed. How he was so blind to Tamaki's affections. All the texts, all the time they spent together, all the smiles. It's only after hours of lying awake in bed does he realize why. It's been so engrained in his life, he had become so used to it all, that he never stopped to think. Tamaki had become so twisted into his heart, that it was all just natural.
The next morning, his routine is the same. It's all the same, but Kyoya studies everything under a new light. He takes careful note of all of Tamaki's actions and it's suddenly all so obviously blinding. That they've been like this, for so long. That night when Tamaki comes over, Kyoya makes them finish their work first. Then when Tamaki starts to move to do downstairs, Kyoya grabs his arm. He pulls him close.
“Kyoya?” But Kyoya doesn't answer, he just looks into Tamaki's eyes. Tamaki's eyes flutter, his lashes make him look delicate. Suddenly, the last piece fits and Kyoya wants to laugh. It all goes back to Haruhi's comment at lunch. He's spent this whole time thinking about how Tamaki feels, he's forgotten to look into a mirror.
He reaches a hand out and cups Tamaki's face. Their faces are inches apart and that's all it takes for Kyoya to close the distance between their lips. It's slow and sweet, and Kyoya can't help the regret he feels when he pulls away, wants it to last forever. Tamaki leans his forehead against Kyoya's as his fingers trail over Kyoya's shirt.
“Why haven't we been doing this all along?” Kyoya asks and Tamaki shrugs. Tamaki pulls him in for another kiss and Kyoya can't help but melt against him. Then they are tumbling back onto Kyoya's bed, the air feels hot and heavy. “Should we make up for lost time then?” Kyoya murmurs against Tamaki's lips, and he nods hurriedly. They keep kissing as they start to strip.
They have this weird flow, sometimes rushing, fingers moving fluidly, kisses becoming more frantic. Then the next second, they slow it down, pants coming off in inches, languidly licking into each others mouths. But no matter their dynamic, it all feels natural, like this is just a normal extension of their relationship.
Tamaki is splayed out, cheeks flushed as Kyoya pushes two of his fingers into his mouth. Tamaki sucks greedily on them, pulling off with a pop. Kyoya doesn't waste any time pushing one into Tamaki, going slow but he feels no traces of nervousness. By the time he wiggles in the second finger, Tamaki is panting and pushing his hips around.
When Kyoya pulls his fingers out, Tamaki nods. Kyoya rocks into him, lacing their fingers together. It's comfortable, like they've done it a million times before. “I wondered how long it would take you to notice,” Tamaki breathes out, laughing slightly. Kyoya can only shrug, at the point where he can't think, much less string words into a coherent sentence.
Then there is this sort of blinding pleasure and all Kyoya can see is white. When his head stops spinning and his heart rate isn't beating rapidly, he looks down at Tamaki to see he's come at the same time. Kyoya squeezes Tamaki's hand, bending down for a slow kiss.
The next morning, it's a day like any other. Only when Kyoya rolls over, he flips open his phone and sends his good morning text to Tamaki, but he adds something more, a simple “I love you”. He gets out of bed, smiling as Tamaki answers with the usual cheery greeting and hearts. Seconds later, another text, a picture of Tamaki blowing a kiss, “I love you too~” it reads. That day, Haruhi receives a large bouquet of flowers, and she shares a secret smile with no one.
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Title: Hot Tub
Pairing: Seungho/G.O
Summary: Make-outs in a hot tub.
A/N: LOL WHY IS THE FIRST MBLAQ I WRITE SEUNGHO/GO?! IDEK. My brain. Also I guess I think dom!Seungho is hot? IDEK IDEK IDEK.
Seungho can feel the warmth seeping into him, making the tension drain from his muscles. The water bubbles and froths at the surface as the moonlight reflects off the moving water. Byunghee lets out a low hiss as he sinks further into the water.
“So it was your idea to get me in here, to let me relax,” Seungho says, closing his eyes as he lazily swirls his hand in the water. “To get me relax enough to agree to make out, right?” Byunghee makes a choking noise and Seungho grins. Then there is a silence, the cool night air blowing through the trees.
Seungho cracks an eye open. “I didn't say I wasn't going to though.” Byunghee's mouth drops open slightly. Then Seungho is moving over in front of him, extending his hands to either side of Byunghee. He grabs onto the sides of the tub, boxing Byunghee in. Seungho's smirking, then he licks his lips, biting his bottom lip into his mouth.
He leans in, lips ghosting over Byunghee's own before his tongue darts out and swipes at them. Seungho leans closer, his mouth moving as his slick tongue glides into Byunghee's mouth. His knee keeps brushing into Byunghee's crotch and just as Byunghee is getting into it, Seungho pulls away. Byunghee can't help but think Seungho knows exactly what he's doing as he licks his lips again.
Byunghee's eyes widen as Seungho positions himself into Byunghee's lap, his knees straddling Byunghee's legs. Seungho laughs softly, leaning close to Byunghee's ear. “For all your charms and plans, I seem to be the one doing all the seducing.” Seungho pulls away, then bites at Byunghee's lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. Byunghee groans as Seungho gently sways his hips. Byunghee places his hands on the hips, digs his fingers in.
Kyoya/Tamaki, it's like my not-so-secret OTP from Host Club, lol. I hope I filled the request good enough! I'm sorry if the ending isn't really, there, I was sort of struggling with it.
It's really a day just like any other. Kyoya wakes up and gets ready for his classes. Before he leaves his dorm, he sends a text to Tamaki in order to make sure the boy is awake. He counts the number of seconds it takes Tamaki to respond- today it's seventy six, a sign that the blond has just awoken. The reply is not out of the ordinary, an excessive use of emoticons and hearts. Kyoya snaps his phone shut, pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and sighs.
Kyoya's hand automatically takes notes as his professors drone on and on. Tamaki periodically texts him, asks him trivial questions, reminisces on some old high school memory, or just talks about whatever class he is in. Kyoya never answers, it's impolite, but he stores each message away in his memory.
At lunch, he usually meets up with Tamaki. Sometimes someone else will come along too, Haruhi or the twins. Today, Tamaki and Haruhi show up at Kyoya's campus. He greets them with a cool smile and Tamaki rushes forward to hug him. Haruhi laughs lightly, so Tamaki ruffles her hair. Kyoya sometimes wonders if it's weird between them, but then he supposes they are not the children they once were.
During lunch, they chat and it's nice. At one point, Tamaki gets up to go the restroom. Two minutes later, Kyoya's phone buzzes. It's Tamaki, of course, only he could get distracted enough by a cute kid on the way to bathroom to text Kyoya about it.
“It's Tamaki, isn't it?” Haruhi asks and Kyoya nods. Haruhi looks at him, and there is something in her eyes that's so mature it almost shocks Kyoya. “I could tell just from the way you smiled.” Kyoya doesn't quite understand what she means but then Tamaki's coming back. They finish the meal and head their separate ways.
Only Haruhi's comment lingers in the back of Kyoya's mind for the rest of the day. That night, Tamaki comes over to Kyoya's house. He brings the bread that Kyoya likes fresh from the bakery. They snack and watch TV. Kyoya forces Tamaki to work on his projects while he works on his own essays. Then they are back to mindlessly watching TV, pressed close together on the couch.
Kyoya looks over at Tamaki, light from the TV flickering over his features. Tamaki must sense the stare because he turns and shoots Kyoya a smile. His whole face is warm, it's the same smile Kyoya is so used to, yet it's somehow more. Something finally clicks in Kyoya's mind as Tamaki snuggles closer into his side, talking about whatever show is on.
When Tamaki finally leaves at midnight, Kyoya flips open his phone and calls Haruhi. “Kyoya, don't you think it's too late to be calling?”
“It's about Tamaki.” She chuckles and Kyoya's pulse quickens. “Well that explains the late hour.” She pauses. “Did you finally realize how he looks at you?” Kyoya wonders how she knows but maybe she saw this coming before either of them. “You know, you guys are practically dating already.” Her tone is amused, and Kyoya thanks her and hangs up. His suspicions are confirmed.
The thing he doesn't understand is how he never noticed. How he was so blind to Tamaki's affections. All the texts, all the time they spent together, all the smiles. It's only after hours of lying awake in bed does he realize why. It's been so engrained in his life, he had become so used to it all, that he never stopped to think. Tamaki had become so twisted into his heart, that it was all just natural.
The next morning, his routine is the same. It's all the same, but Kyoya studies everything under a new light. He takes careful note of all of Tamaki's actions and it's suddenly all so obviously blinding. That they've been like this, for so long. That night when Tamaki comes over, Kyoya makes them finish their work first. Then when Tamaki starts to move to do downstairs, Kyoya grabs his arm. He pulls him close.
“Kyoya?” But Kyoya doesn't answer, he just looks into Tamaki's eyes. Tamaki's eyes flutter, his lashes make him look delicate. Suddenly, the last piece fits and Kyoya wants to laugh. It all goes back to Haruhi's comment at lunch. He's spent this whole time thinking about how Tamaki feels, he's forgotten to look into a mirror.
He reaches a hand out and cups Tamaki's face. Their faces are inches apart and that's all it takes for Kyoya to close the distance between their lips. It's slow and sweet, and Kyoya can't help the regret he feels when he pulls away, wants it to last forever. Tamaki leans his forehead against Kyoya's as his fingers trail over Kyoya's shirt.
“Why haven't we been doing this all along?” Kyoya asks and Tamaki shrugs. Tamaki pulls him in for another kiss and Kyoya can't help but melt against him. Then they are tumbling back onto Kyoya's bed, the air feels hot and heavy. “Should we make up for lost time then?” Kyoya murmurs against Tamaki's lips, and he nods hurriedly. They keep kissing as they start to strip.
They have this weird flow, sometimes rushing, fingers moving fluidly, kisses becoming more frantic. Then the next second, they slow it down, pants coming off in inches, languidly licking into each others mouths. But no matter their dynamic, it all feels natural, like this is just a normal extension of their relationship.
Tamaki is splayed out, cheeks flushed as Kyoya pushes two of his fingers into his mouth. Tamaki sucks greedily on them, pulling off with a pop. Kyoya doesn't waste any time pushing one into Tamaki, going slow but he feels no traces of nervousness. By the time he wiggles in the second finger, Tamaki is panting and pushing his hips around.
When Kyoya pulls his fingers out, Tamaki nods. Kyoya rocks into him, lacing their fingers together. It's comfortable, like they've done it a million times before. “I wondered how long it would take you to notice,” Tamaki breathes out, laughing slightly. Kyoya can only shrug, at the point where he can't think, much less string words into a coherent sentence.
Then there is this sort of blinding pleasure and all Kyoya can see is white. When his head stops spinning and his heart rate isn't beating rapidly, he looks down at Tamaki to see he's come at the same time. Kyoya squeezes Tamaki's hand, bending down for a slow kiss.
The next morning, it's a day like any other. Only when Kyoya rolls over, he flips open his phone and sends his good morning text to Tamaki, but he adds something more, a simple “I love you”. He gets out of bed, smiling as Tamaki answers with the usual cheery greeting and hearts. Seconds later, another text, a picture of Tamaki blowing a kiss, “I love you too~” it reads. That day, Haruhi receives a large bouquet of flowers, and she shares a secret smile with no one.
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Title: Hot Tub
Pairing: Seungho/G.O
Summary: Make-outs in a hot tub.
A/N: LOL WHY IS THE FIRST MBLAQ I WRITE SEUNGHO/GO?! IDEK. My brain. Also I guess I think dom!Seungho is hot? IDEK IDEK IDEK.
Seungho can feel the warmth seeping into him, making the tension drain from his muscles. The water bubbles and froths at the surface as the moonlight reflects off the moving water. Byunghee lets out a low hiss as he sinks further into the water.
“So it was your idea to get me in here, to let me relax,” Seungho says, closing his eyes as he lazily swirls his hand in the water. “To get me relax enough to agree to make out, right?” Byunghee makes a choking noise and Seungho grins. Then there is a silence, the cool night air blowing through the trees.
Seungho cracks an eye open. “I didn't say I wasn't going to though.” Byunghee's mouth drops open slightly. Then Seungho is moving over in front of him, extending his hands to either side of Byunghee. He grabs onto the sides of the tub, boxing Byunghee in. Seungho's smirking, then he licks his lips, biting his bottom lip into his mouth.
He leans in, lips ghosting over Byunghee's own before his tongue darts out and swipes at them. Seungho leans closer, his mouth moving as his slick tongue glides into Byunghee's mouth. His knee keeps brushing into Byunghee's crotch and just as Byunghee is getting into it, Seungho pulls away. Byunghee can't help but think Seungho knows exactly what he's doing as he licks his lips again.
Byunghee's eyes widen as Seungho positions himself into Byunghee's lap, his knees straddling Byunghee's legs. Seungho laughs softly, leaning close to Byunghee's ear. “For all your charms and plans, I seem to be the one doing all the seducing.” Seungho pulls away, then bites at Byunghee's lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. Byunghee groans as Seungho gently sways his hips. Byunghee places his hands on the hips, digs his fingers in.