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Tamaki Suoh - Nose Kiss

Nose Kiss – Tamaki Suoh

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The tea was smooth and sweet as it slid down your throat, swirling around your organs and heating your entire core. A hum of contentment sounded behind your lips as you closed your eyes, tilting your head back to swallow the final drops of the beverage. Sitting up straight, you gingerly placed the teacup back upon its matching saucer, which sat on the coffee table before you. Drink consumed, you lifted your novel from where it had fallen innocently beside you, flipping to a bookmarked page with one hand to resume reading.

Around you, the Ouran Host Club went about their daily shenanigans. Despite the occasional squealing, screeching, or thumping when one of the guests hit the floor, it was peaceful background noise, allowing you to lose yourself in a fantasy world of paper and ink while knowing that your real body was safe and secure. The other ladies wondered why you bothered spending time in the third music room if all you were going to do was read a book, but the hosts didn't mind. You requested attention from a different host every day, ensuring that they each got a fair amount of attention. They had come to be your friends rather than celebrity crushes, so none of them minded taking turns.

You heard a familiar swooning sigh and glanced up, your gaze dancing across the room until it settled on a handsome blond embracing a fainted brunette. A soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you witnessed Tamaki's antics. He was a charmer – royalty if you'd ever seen it. He had earned his title of Host Club King, and he played the part well. You couldn't hear his words from where you sat, but you were certain he was murmuring sweet nothings into the ear of his current guest, causing a rush of blood to her head and a lack of consciousness. You watched as he skillfully lifted her in his arms, laying her down on the nearest couch, before turning to attend to other matters. As he padded across the floor, his head turned and he caught your gaze, one eye dropping into a wink that was meant only for you.

You, in turn, offered him a genuine smile.

When you'd first began visiting the Host Club, you'd found Tamaki's character to be rather over the top. He was flamboyant and obnoxious, though insanely attractive. As you began spending your every afternoon in the third music room, you learned more about him and his crew, and you grew to regard each of them as your closest friends.

Today, you'd requested the presence of the twins. Now that they had finished their other duties- you didn't mind being the last guest they treated, since you attended so often and enjoyed watching their activities just as much as participating- they were seated beside you, Kaoru on the right and Hikaru on the left.

"How's the Host Club's favorite guest?" they questioned in unison.

You chuckled softly, marking your book before setting it on the coffee table. "I'm fine, as always. How are two of my favorite hosts?"

They rolled their eyes simultaneously.

"You call everyone your favorite host," Hikaru protested.

"Yeah," Kaoru agreed. "Who's really your favorite?"

On impulse, your gaze lifted, flitting about the room in search of a tall blond with sparkling eyes. You caught his gaze and allowed yourself a small smirk before staring down at your lap.

"You'll know soon enough," you told the twins.

From where he stood on the side of the room, Kyoya smirked to himself. He'd caught your near slip up, and being the only one who knew who your preferred host was, he allowed himself a soft chuckle.

As the day drew to a close, the guest filed slowly and reluctantly out of the third music room. Tamaki was sure to thank each and every one, blowing kisses and bidding soft farewells in that charming voice of his. You were the last to leave, as always. The hosts never minded, as you always paid your dues and were far more pleasant company than some of their more pretentious clients. As Tamaki closed the doors, signaling that the host club was well and truly closed for the day, you remained seated on your favorite couch, legs folded beneath you, book open in your lap as you half paid attention to the contents of its pages.

Hikaru and Kaoru, having done their part in the daily goodbyes, returned to sit beside you, their pestering intentions painfully obvious in their expressions. You suppressed a smirk, pretending to ignore them as you turned the page.

"You're not leaving until you answer us," Hikaru commented, nudging your shoulder with his own.

"Yeah, (y/n)," Kaoru continued, poking your arm. "Tell us who your favorite host is."

With a giggle, you turned to face Hikaru. You leaned in, pursing your lips, and pressed a gentle kiss to his nose. As a blush blossomed on his cheeks, you turned to the other side, kissing Kaoru's nose before he could question it. You then rose from the couch, reveling in their dumbfounded expressions and rose-tinted features. Their eyes watched your every move as you crossed the room, padding over to where Tamaki had dramatically strewn himself over his throne.

Without so much as a "Hey," you plopped down atop his lap, snuggling sideways into his chest. A grin stretched his lips at the contact, and his lean arms secured around your waist. You hummed contently as you drew your legs up, curling them around his and tucking your head into his neck. One slender hand came up to card its fingers through your hair, leading you to close your eyes and relax completely.

The other hosts simply stared at your position with wide, wondering eyes – save for Kyoya, who simply chuckled to himself.

"Boss?" Kaoru inquired softly, watching as you lifted your head to gaze into the deep amethyst eyes of the Host King. He leaned down, a playful smile on his lips, and pressed the softest of kisses to your nose.

"They're dating," Kyoya explained to his fellow hosts. Honey-senpai squealed. Mori-senpai nodded in approval. Haruhi congratulated you. Hikaru and Kaoru were busy screeching over each other.

You exhaled a giggle, snuggling further into Tamaki's chest. You felt relieved now that the others knew – hiding your love for the flamboyant blond was exhausting.

"So I guess this means Tamaki is your favorite host?" Hikaru asked, a smirk on his lips.

Instead of turning to look at him, you grinned at Tamaki, pressing your mouth to his. "Yep!"