Lavender Roses {K . Ootori x Reader}

The Grade School Host is the Naughty Type! pt.1

legend:

(e/c) = eye color

(n/l) = native language

(c/n) = home country's name

(p/c) = pick a color

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"What kind of music do you like, (Y/n)?"

You leaned forward on the table, your billowing sleeves falling down your forearm to reveal beautiful rings and bracelets covering your wrists and fingers. You gave your guest a loving smile, biting your lip slightly as you stopped to think.

"Hm," you say, a seductive hum rolling its way to your guests ears, and resonating within the blush on their cheeks. "I'm not entirely sure. I love all kinds of music." Your deep lipstick moves as another flirt slips out of your mouth.

"But, I think the sound of your voice is what brings me the most joy, honey." The girl across from you loops arms with one of your male guests and they both lean on each other to keep from fainting.

You reach out to steady them, the vibrant skirt of your dress swishing with your movements. The flowing cloth was dyed in a deep (p/c), bringing out the brightness of your (e/c) eyes. Your lipstick matched perfectly, and gold jewelry accented the entire look.

Tamaki promised a royal Arabic theme, and boy, did he deliver.

"Careful," You warn as you place your guests back in their chair. "You shouldn't be falling for me so soon." A blush is fabricated on your cheeks as well as all three of you giggle at your pun.

But before you can continue your conversation, you pause your hosting to watch Tamaki excuse himself from his guests.

A rare sight, indeed. Tamaki would never leave his guests alone if it wasn't important.

Hikaru and Kaoru rise with him, but you ignore the way they rush to their places in the foyer of the music room, getting into their positions. You didn't want to leave your guests unattended.

The guest that you were laughing with suddenly becomes very close. You had entertained her many times, but she had never been this brave. It was a good-natured advance, so no alarm was needed on your part. It was just surprising.

She looked confident, but a blush raged a war on her cheekbones as she grabbed your hand. Her friend beside her looked at her in awe.

"I think it's a little too late for that." She admitted, a small smile on her face. It was your turn to blush when she grasped your face in your hands and planted a firm kiss on your cheek.

Her forwardness caught you off guard, a nervous sound coming out of your dropped jaw.

Kissing was definitely not encouraged in the club. It was too sentimental, too intimate. If the hosts went around kissing guests left and right, too many people would be let on, and things could take a dramatic turn. All guests were made well aware of that fact, but some people thought that they deserved special treatment. Not surprising coming from a crowd of heirs and rich nobles.

Your guest smirked at your disbelief, and you didn't know what to say. As uncomfortable as this situation was, you didn't want to make a scene.

Before you could figure out something to say that could gently defuse the situation, the girl's eyes flicked to somewhere behind you, causing her to draw back slightly. Her other friend swallowed.

A pale hand gently grasped your shoulder.

"Kyoya?"

"A new guest is arriving. We need to get into our positions." He said, his slightly-more-than-monotone voice piercing through the room. Over his glasses, you saw his stare catch onto the guest that had just crossed a club boundary.