#ota x mc

[zephyrchama]

"Welcome back, it's been a while."

After a long time has passed, how might the Obey Me! demons welcome you home with a hug?

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Lucifer tries to approach you in a calm and collected manner, but that facade easily crumbles as he gets closer. His pace quickens and his expression melts into an inscrutable blend of emotion. The man is fighting to stay composed.

He pulls you towards him, unwilling to wait a moment longer to have you in his arms. His gloved hands wrap around your back and waist with a secure grip. Your toes brush the ground as his hug lifts you to eye level, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Welcome back, I've missed you."

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Mammon sprints up with the goofiest grin imaginable plastered on his face. He catches himself at the last moment though, grinding to a halt as a blush creeps over his ears. He wants to be cool. "You sure are a piece a work to keep The Great Mammon waiting."

His arrogant act is betrayed by the many glances in your direction. By the way he's clenching his fist so hard his knuckles are white, and by the way he immediately crumbles into your open arms the second you reach out. He throws his arms around your shoulders and digs his face into your neck. He grips the back of your top a little too hard, as if you might leave again any moment.

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Leviathan sheds his insecurities and doubts, all negative emotions, just to be able to bask in your presence again. It's a moment he's looked forward to for weeks. He puts trust into the belief that you've also been looking forward to seeing him.

He wraps his arms and legs around you, unconsciously aiming to get as much skin contact as possible. "I've really missed you, you know!?" he half-shouts before burying his face in your shoulder. You fight to stay standing upright. Every little movement, every minor adjustment in posture you make causes Leviathan to snuggle closer until you can't tell where your limbs end and his begin.

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Satan can't control all of the overwhelming emotions that hit him at once. He grabs hold of your hand, and with a palm on your back he pulls you close until your entire weight leans against him. At your touch, all he can do is smile.

"Glad to see you again." The two of you sway back and forth, turning your hug into a psuedo-Waltz. When you look into his eyes, Satan gives your hand a kiss and presses your intertwined fingers against his face.

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Asmodeus laughs as he barrels into you. "Did you miss me? Of course you did!"

You stumble back several steps yet he catches you before you fall, latching onto your side like a matching puzzle piece. He rubs his cheek over your head, pausing every few seconds to give you a kiss as his free hand enthusiastically traces its way up your back.

Asmodeus is the most reluctant to let go. Making a mess of your hair and clothes only gives him a calculated opportunity to touch you more as he tidies up your appearance. His caress lingers over your collarbone and around your ear. His fingers brush against your mouth, which he then brings to his own lips.

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Beelzebub falls to his knees, relieved to see you return safe and sound and glad to be by your side once more. His arms curl around your hips. He noses his face into your chest and looks up with a content smile as he greets you, "welcome back."

You lean over to return the hug, running your hands through his hair. You don't expect Beelzebub to stand, picking you up in the process. You steady yourself on his shoulders as he rises, his violet eyes not wavering from you for a second, tempting him to steal a kiss.

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Belphegor wraps his arms around your shoulders and practically falls on you. He doesn't seem concerned that you're sinking to the ground. In fact, he's so preoccupied with cuddling up to you that there's no way to avoid sitting on the ground with this demon on top of you.

He curls his body around your legs. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he slowly exhales, "welcome back." He's awake, but nothing will stop him from pretending to be asleep as his grip strength loosens and his face trails down your body.

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Diavolo laughs amicably as you approach. He wants you to come to him, and is so thrilled to have you back. He bends down to latch his arms under yours and swings you around, sweeping you off your feet as you twirl two, three times, then slow to a stop.

"How have you been?" In due time he wants to know everything, and hear all the stories of your time away in detail. For now, he's got you locked in a bear hug. You feel his lips brush over your hair as he lightly swings you back and forth.

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Barbatos' hug is the most restrained. It's simple and polite. At first he was content to just greet you with a gentle handshake and loving gaze. Though, when you request a hug, there is no way he can say no.

He extends his arms around your back, gives you two soft pats, and hesitates for just a moment before letting you go.

At night that evening as you prepare for bed, you find a note in your pocket that Barbatos must have cunningly slipped in without anyone noticing. It's a detailed letter with everything he didn't get to tell you in person.

[marutsuia]

the hotel singer. || KBTBB Eisuke x Reader

Summary: A rewrite of the epilogue!

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: Here's my first! Thank you for requesting @tokkiostarrs :) I hope you enjoy!

Your life had become a whirlwind. At first, you were just the hotel singer, and you worked most nights, sometimes in the restaurants, sometimes the casino. You recall when you first met your now boyfriend -- if you could call him that. He was brash, bossy and rude as hell.

It was your first year performing at the I.V.C., and you looked classic. It was no mistake that you were chosen for your job because of your looks, your ability to pull off a 40s brush out curly look, and of course, your voice. You had garnered the attention of the male clientele, but always remained professional. That didn't seem to matter on the day of the I.V.C, because when you went to get a glass of warm water at the bar to prepare for your next set, you were held at gunpoint and forced into a secret room in a basement that you didn't know existed.

It seemed as though someone decided to auction you off without your consent, sticking you in a birdcage for someone to buy you. The one who ended up helping you was none other than the hotel owner, Eisuke Ichinomiya. He was a pain in the ass; and you were not afraid to let him know.

Unbeknownst to you, that was part of the reason he fell for you. You were not afraid of him, and you didn't fall at his feet like every other woman did. In fact, you despised him at first, and you always made that very clear. Ignoring him when he paged you, retaliating when he acted like a jerk. He acted all irritated but he found it very amusing from the start.

Regardless, you were together now, which was ironic, given that he used you as a fake girlfriend at first to make a business deal go through. You guessed. It was hard to tell when he treated you like trash most of the time. Granted, that was just his personality, but it wasn't good enough for you. He would change. Or you would leave.

You might love him as well, but no love is worth being treated that way. He seemed to change his tune when he admitted his feelings, but the rest remained to be seen.

You were attending the morning staff meeting, even though you only worked nights, you got your set list and a timed schedule along with the rest of the staff.

After you went up to your room (you don't live in the employee dormitories for convenience), and started going about your day while humming your set list, your pager went off. You groaned.

"You think he'd just call me instead of page me like I work for him..." You paused, "I guess I do work for him though," You mumbled and clicked the button to get it to stop beeping.

After a few minutes, you made your way upstairs at a leisurely pace.

"You're late." Eisuke said with a frown as you entered.

"How?" You quipped.

He glared at you, "Just sit," He ordered and you rolled your eyes, plopping down onto the couch. The two of you sat there for a few moments, just glaring.

"Well?" You asked and he raised a brow, putting his arm on the back of the couch.

"What?" He wondered.

"What did you call me up here for?" You asked, hoping he would say something nice to you.

"You're not working yet." He replied and you smirked.

"I might as well just go back to my room then," You teased and pretended to get up, but he yanked you down by the wrist to kiss you, pressing his lips onto yours.

He trapped you in his arms as you exchanged deep kisses, "You've been waiting for this haven't you?" He asked and you huffed, "Seems to me it's you who's been waiting."

Just as he was about to push you down onto the couch, you heard the voice of Baba and Ota. "Boss, you up there?"

"Is Y/n up there too?"

You tried to push against Eisuke gently, but he wouldn't let you go. So you pulled away from the kiss and turned your head, causing him to scowl, but he finally let you go just as the two men entered.

"Knew it." Baba said and you looked over to them, "Hey." You called casually.

"Sorry to interrupt your fun," Baba laughed.

"You know, you never answered us before... but I wanna know. What made you two fall for each other?" Ota asked, surprised, "I think you two make a good couple, but I don't understand how it happened in the first place."

"If you tell us, maybe I can figure out Boss' secret to getting women," Baba joked.

You rolled your eyes, "From what I can see Baba, I don't think you have any issues."

"Aw. Thanks!" He beamed.

"That wasn't a compliment." You shut him down, causing Eisuke to smirk and Ota to laugh.

"Damn. Straight through the heart, beautiful." Baba put a hand to his chest and pretended to be sad.

"Honestly, Eisuke falling in love with her is the most suspicious thing of all here," Ota made a face.

"What the heck? You wanna say that again?" You asked and Ota looked panicked.

"No! That's not what I meant!"

You glared at him, "Explain."

"I just meant that... You know, you're so likable! But tough, too." He backtracked, trying to clarify what he meant.

"Whatever," Eisuke said.

"Maybe Eisuke is more loving in private!" Baba thought.

You then thought about how he basically never told you how he actually felt. "Stay with me," Is what he said, but he never really told you anything else. You wondered if he ever would.

The next day, you were rehearsing with the band for the hotel's 5th anniversary party at one of the restaurants stages. The restaurant was closed, so it provided you with space to practice. "Ezekiel, the drums are sounding a little rough at this part, maybe lighten it up a touch?" You suggested as you discussed with the band.

You then heard the shrieking of women nearby. You saw Eisuke walking with a group of women surrounding him, trying to coax him to join them at the pool or the restaurant for the evening. He doesn't say anything as he walks past, but he doesn't send them away. It irks you.

You were off that night so that you could keep your vocals on point for the party. Eisuke takes you to the hotel bar. "This place brigs back memories, huh?" He teases and you roll your eyes. "Don't start."

This was where Eisuke overheard Takahiro asking you out, once you were taking a break from being on stage. You were dressed to the nines, in a stunning, form-fitting green dress, which probably didn't help Eisuke's case when he did spot the scene.

"I'm glad the employees make use of the hotel," He commented noting that staff sometimes go there to drink. "What do you think of the bar?" He asked.

"It can be a little stuffy. Sometimes I come get a drink after I'm done with my sets, and it's a bit dark. An aquarium or something would open it up and add some ambient light." You explained.

"It is a little claustrophobic, now that you mention it. I'll mention it to the manager." Eisuke said, "See, you can be useful sometimes."

You raised a brow, "I didn't realize there was any doubt."

Just then, one of Eisuke's groupies approached, "Some of my friends from the business are over there. Why don't you join us for a drink?"

"We're busy," You sharply said, before she even had time to finish her sentence. She looked at you, with a cold smirk, "Come on, Eisuke! It'll be more fun that spending time with your lousy hotel singer."

"Excuse me?" You raise a brow. "Get lost," Eisuke said with a scowl. "What?" She stuttered.

"You're annoying. Disappear." He added. Causing her to mumble, "Another time the," and scurry away.

"I'm in a bad mood, now. Let's go somewhere else and drink." He said and got up to leave, causing you to follow.

He took you to the pool, opening up a bottle of champagne. "I can't believe you asked Takahiro to turn the lights on," You groaned.

"You still thinking about him?" Eisuke glared and you shook your head, "No, but you clearly did it on purpose."

"I don't know what you're talking about." he nonchalantly said and you rolled your eyes. "You just wanted to assert your dominance. Which is rude, by the way!"

Eisuke smirked slightly, "You were wise not to choose him."

"...I was already going to turn him down, and tell you how I felt." You explained, hesitantly.

"I like your dedicated personality." Eisuke said with a warm smile, a glass of champagne in his hand.

You smiled slightly back, dipping your toes in the water. "Do you guys come here a lot?"

"When we have time. Baba comes here on the lookout for women," He said and you laughed, "That sounds about right."

"Let's go," Eisuke said and you looked a little confused. "Already? We didn't even take a dip." You joked and he stared at you, although expecting you to do something. Feeling a burst of courage, you stood up, running over to one end while you took your shirt and pants off. "Hey!" He called as you giggled, running to the deep end and doing an elegant dive in.

You resurfaced in the middle of the pool, pushing your hair back. "Aren't you coming?" You asked and he just stared at you. You got to the edge of the pool, an leaned up as though you were gonna kiss him. Enticed by your appearance when you were undressed and wet, he leaned in. "Gotcha," You whispered against his lips and yanked him down into the pool.

You started laughing as he tried to recover from the surprise attack, "Now you've done it!" He yelled and ran after you in the water as you tried to swim away. You splashed him and he splashed you back while the two of you laughed. He finally grabbed you, and the playful kicks and nudges turned into heated caresses as he pressed his lips to yours.

"Not enough..." He said as he continued to touch and kiss you. He helped you get out of the pool with ease, and wrapped you up in a towel as he carried you to the elevator, taking it up to the penthouse.

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It was the day of the anniversary party. You were all dressed up, with your hair perfectly curled and brushed out, makeup done to perfection and jewels adorned on your neck and ears. You were a form fitting red dress, with a slit going high up the side, and gold heels. You had red gloves that reached your elbows, and a ring placed on your finger overtop.

"It's Mr Ichinomiya!" Someone called and you turned to look, seeing Eisuke walking into the ballroom, surrounded by more women than before. Eisuke didn't even look at the staff that are welcoming the guests, and he didn't look at you either as he passed by. It irked you again.

Suddenly, Baba approached, "Hm? Y/n? You're working? I thought you were gonna be a guest?" He asked and you shook your head. "No, not this time."

"Alright, well. Do your best! I'm sure you'll be great!" Baba said and walked off with a wave, you waved back at him. You wished that Eisuke would approach and talk to you like he did. You watched Eisuke disappear into the crowd with his groupies.

You did your job as well as always, attracting a large crowd of both men and women, but it was the men who were ogling you and cheering whenever you hit a high note. At first, you had one eye on Eisuke, but once you got into your set, you forgot all about him, singing your upbeat jazz renditions of pop songs, and it was Eisuke that had one eye on you. That's right. You had groupies of your own. It irked him.

After the party, you lined up with the rest of the staff, thanking the guests for coming. Several men and women specifically wanted to say goodbye to you, and even the most handsome of the gentlemen was blushing up to his ears.

You acted politely, shaking hands and giving graceful and short curtsies. Then, as Eisuke was passing by you, another one of his groupies shoved past you, trying to get his attention, "Eisuke! Wait!" She called and you tripped over, falling into his arms. It was like when you first met, but this time, he wasn't indifferent and he looked down into your eyes as he held you.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" One of the groupies call, "Yeah! Get away from him now!" Another shouted, "You're going to get his suit dirty!"

All of a sudden, the two of you were surrounded by women, one of them looked like she was going to slap you. Hard. You got ready to catch her hand, but Eisuke pulles you close into him, protecting you with his broad back.

"Eisuke..." You said, surprised he didn't just ignore you again.

"Get away from her." His tone was hard, and strict, leaving no room for doubt. The women gasped.

"But Eisuke!" One of them shouted.

"That's right. It's time I make things clear."

He helped you stand up straight, and then wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you to him. "She's the only one allowed up in my penthouse."

"What?!" The groupies shouted. "Stop following me around!" He asserted, an you had never seen his face look as stern as it did in that moment.

"Why are you saying this?" one of the women looked like she was going to cry.

"Is she your girlfriend?!" Another yelled. "She's the one he took to the I.V.C., but I thought they broke up!" One said.

Eisuke started walking you to the elevator, as the lobby filled with chatter. "Eisuke please reconsider!"

"If we did anything wrong, we apologize!"

"Hey, watch it!" One of the guests shoved a groupie who shoved him. The women and guests started quarrelling and Eisuke turned around, "Silence! I'll ban anyone who causes trouble for the other guests from entering this hotel!"

"No!!" The women started crying and falling over as the staff rushed over to them to get them to stop. "Let's go." Eisuke said to you, putting his arm around your shoulder and heading for the elevator.

Just then, Ota and Baba slipped through the crowd. "Here come the busybodies." Eisuke sighed.

"Will you stop calling us that?" Ota asked. "I think it's pretty apt." You teased and Ota put a hand on his chest in mock hurt, "Et tu, Y/n?"

"What a waste, turning down all those women at once," Baba commented. "Only you would think that, Baba." You said.

"If you want them, go ahead and take them." Eisuke said. "Good for you, Baba. You've been wanting Eisuke's sloppy seconds, right?" Ota smiled.

"That's not respectful to women, Ota. I'm just going to rescue them with love." Baba replied.

"That's not respectful to women. We don't need rescuing." You teased.

"OOHHHH!" Ota celebrated, causing you to chuckle.

Baba then leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Boss looked super bored at the party. At first, I bet he wished he brought you."

You looked over at him a little surprised, "Then he kept one eye on you for getting all the attention of the men." Baba teased.

"Yeah, Y/n's about the only woman who can hold a conversation with Eisuke." Ota added.

"He doesn't look it, but he's pretty naive!" Baba continued. Eisuke rolled his eyes. "I can hear you, you know." He then turned his back on the elevator.

"We're going to your room." He said and you raised a brow, "What?"

"I can't stand it here. It's too loud." He replied.

"She's done for the day," Eisuke said to the manager who nodded with a bow. He started walking up the stairs.

"You'd better go," Ota said and you shrugged and followed him to your room. It was out of the way of the guest rooms, because it was outfitted with a small kitchen, but it was just a short walk.

"Small." He said when he first entered. "It's no penthouse." You shrugged, then gestured for him to sit down on a sofa. You then kicked off your heels and walked over to the kitchen. "I'm making some tea, do you want some?" You asked and he shrugged.

You brewed enough tea for the both of you and you squeezed lemon and honey into yours, bringing it over to the coffee table. "My dad sends me this tea. He bought it because someone told him it was good for the throat, so I drink it after work."

"Do you think I came here to talk about tea?" He asked.

"I'm just talking, you don't need to be an ass about it." You said as you sat on the floor tucking your legs underneath you as you began to sip, the warm liquid opening up your throat and refreshing your vocal chords.

It was silent for a few moments, and you debated asking him something based on what Baba said. "Why didn't you take me to the party?" You asked, looking down at your teacup. Your back was straight and your shoulders squared, only your eyes were cast downward, which told Eisuke you might've been a little upset.

"I was going to."

"Why didn't you?"

"...I don't know."

You didn't believe him, but you didn't wanna force him to say anything. "Why are you asking?" He thought.

You cleared your throat and brought the teacup up to your lips, "I was starting to think you enjoyed having all those women hanging off you," You sarcastically said, following your words up with a sip.

"As if. You'd be a fool for thinking that."

"Well, I can't help it. All you do is traipse around, ordering me to do this and that, dragging me around with you, acting like a complete ass... And to make matters worse you still haven't told me how you felt. Do you even love me?" You asked, earnestly, frustration coming across your features.

"Why do I have to say it?" He looked surprised.

"You're kidding," You glared, spitting the words.

"I made you mind. Can't you tell without me having to say it?" He asked, face blank."You went to all that trouble to have me say it, and you don't think I deserve to hear the words from you too? I hate to break it to you, but that's what a couple does!" You nearly shouted, your irritation finally releasing.

He kept quiet, looking off to the side. You sighed, "Forget it." You stood up, putting your cup down on the coffee table. "Where are you going?" He asked as he saw you putting your shoes on.

"Elsewhere." You said and started to leave but he grabbed you, yanking you to press up against him.

"Let go of me," You said, half-heartedly.

"Shut up." He turned you around and pressed your lips to his. He pulled away for a moment, "I love you." He finally said and you took in a sharp inhale.

"I love you, Y/n." He repeated, "Satisfied?"

"Not if you're going to follow it up like that," You shook your head as you whispered, your face completely serious. He sighed, "You think I'd keep around a woman I didn't love?"

You shrugged one shoulder, "Well, you're a sadist, so I thought the women you liked were just made to wait on you. But..." You brought your face close to his, "I'm not one of those women."

"I'm going to make it so you never say anything so annoying again." He smirked. He reached behind your back for the zipper of your dress, picking you up and lying you down on your bed.

"You want me to say it, right? That I love you." He whispered in your ear and you nodded. He saw your pupils get blown wide with lust, causing a soft expression and gentle smile to grace his face, "I had no idea those words were so effective."

He felt your skin as he slid your dress down, "I love you. I'll tell you all night long." His face still looked kind as he showed you just how much his words meant.

The next morning, you left your room with Eisuke, and you saw Baba walking with a big suitcase. "Morning!" He said cheerfully.

You called as you saw him.

"You're so lucky, Boss! You spent the night in Y/n's room? Y/n, invite me next time!" Baba beamed.

Eisuke glared at him and pushed you forward, "Let's go."

"Oooh, are you jealous?" Baba asked. You look over at Eisuke, wondering if he actually was. "Oh, he's the type to get jealous easily. Which is why he put on that little show of getting rid of his groupies after he saw you getting ogled by so many men at the party."

You smiled slightly and looked at Eisuke. "Anyway, I'm gonna be gone for work. Don't forget about me!" Baba said and waved.

"Take care." You waved back. All of a sudden Eisuke gives you a kiss. "Forget about him. Just concentrate on me. Got it?"

You hesitantly nod. "Got it."

[eikouxd]

♤♡ VIP Room: Becoming the Perfect Family: Eisuke's Birthday ◇♧ Hello! I know I haven't been posting lately >.< but I hope you enjoy this short comic! I didnt want to spoil too much of the story, so if you can get it; it's a great read!All of the Stories fo this Event was great! 

[otomefoxystar]

Unexpected Surprise

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing: Eisuke X MC

Genre : Fluff with a teensy bit of angst

TW: Mentions of wanting to lose weight, pregnancy

She looked at herself in the full length mirror, turning right, then turning left. Her favorite pair of leggings weren’t fitting like they used to. She had gained weight. It was hard maintaining a figure that the Tres Spades CEO deserved, or at least what she thought he deserved. She sighed, “I have to lose some weight.” She said to herself quietly.

She entered Eisuke’s kitchen, immediately starting the coffee. She opened the fridge and took out eggs, onions, and peppers. Preparing to make breakfast. Eisuke came out of his home office looking at his phone; when he looked up, he saw _ _ _ looking displeased. “What’s the matter?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, just in a bad mood.” He arched an eyebrow. “You haven’t even been up for an hour. What would put you in a bad mood so quickly?” She rolled her eyes, “I don’t know, Eisuke. Just leave me alone and let me cook breakfast!” She snapped at him, “You don’t need to get pissy with me. It was a question.” She immediately felt terrible.

“Sorry,” He kissed her forehead. “It’s fine.” He went to sit at the table while she cooked. The door swung open and in sauntered Ota, Baba, Mamoru, and Soryu. She sighed. Could she get a moment of peace with her boyfriend for once? Of course, knowing they’d want to eat, she made extra. There were omelets, toast, sausage, fruit, and yogurt when she brought the food to the table. “Is this a special occasion? It’s like a gourmet breakfast.” Baba joked. Soryu shot a glare his way, shutting him up. “I dunno. I figured you’re all here, so I might as well.”

As they talked and ate, she gave herself a small serving, knowing she had to watch how she ate if she wanted to lose weight. As everyone ate their fill, they all talked while she cleaned breakfast, but Eisuke noticed her taking bites of sausage and fruit as she packed everything up. After wiping the table, she left to go shopping. “Have you noticed _ _ _ eating more than normal?” Mamoru asked. Eisuke was swiping through his phone. “A bit” Soryu leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms across his chest. “You don’t find that odd? Maybe she’s stressed?” Eisuke looked up from his phone to his best friend. “Maybe.” Ota was doodling on a napkin. “I would pay attention to her. It could be something serious.” Eisuke scratched the back of his neck. “I’m over this conversation.”

When Eisuke returned home from work that same day, he found her asleep on the couch with the TV playing. Taking off his shoes, he went around the sofa, lifting her up and taking her to the bedroom where she could sleep properly. Her eyes blinked open when he was covering her up. “Eisuke?” He reached up and caressed her cheek. “You fell asleep on the couch.” She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “I’ve been exhausted lately. There’s no reason for it. Not like I don’t get enough sleep.” He kissed her on the forehead, and her stomach growled. “Have you eaten?” She blushed, “I ate. I’m just constantly hungry. It’s irritating.” He smiled.

“How about a snack, then?” How could she refuse when he was being so sweet? “Okay,” She went to stand up and suddenly felt dizzy. Not able to see, she sat down, waiting for her vision to return to normal “_ _ _?” She stood back up. “I just got really dizzy.” Eisuke was quiet as they went into the kitchen. As they gathered food for a nice snack, his mind was racing. Maybe something was wrong? Some medical condition, perhaps? After their snack, she went to bed.

The following day, she entered the kitchen to start breakfast when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and smiled, but he didn’t smile back; instead, he crossed his arms. “What?” she asked, feeling his stare heavy on her. “There was a bunch of candy wrappers in the trash this morning. Did you get up during the night to eat?” She adverted her eyes. “I felt like I was starving” Eisuke raised his eyebrows. “So you ate a bunch of candy?” She sighed. “I didn’t want to make anything; someone had given me some candy.”

She furrowed her brows. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me! It’s like I can’t stop myself. I’m so hungry all the time. I’ve been trying to watch what I eat to lose weight, but I feel sick if I don’t eat.” He motioned for her to come to him and led her to the kitchen table, sitting across from each other. “Why are you trying to lose weight? You’re fine the way you are.”

“Because I want you to be proud to call me your woman, not when I look bloated and chubby. I hate it.” He put his head in his hand. “You’re fine. You’re more beautiful than any other woman anyways. Stop trying to live up to what you think are my expectations without knowing first.” He looked her over, noticing her breasts looking a little fuller, her face a little swollen. It couldn’t be weight gain; she hasn’t put on that much weight, maybe a couple of pounds, but not enough to make a noticeable difference.

He started connecting the dots as he looked at her. Her insatiable hunger, dizzy spells, exhaustion, and now she tells him she’s bloated. He cleared his throat, and she looked at him, confused. “What?” He swallowed, almost nervous to say what he was about to say. “I don’t think you need to lose weight. You should feed your body if it’s telling you to.” She was confused. “Why would I do that? I’ll gain more weight?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think it’s just weight gain, _ _ . I think you’re pregnant.” Her eyes widened, and she just looked at him for what seemed like minutes of not speaking. “ _ _?” When he called her name, she came to reality. “Oh my god! I think you’re right. How did this even happen?” Eisuke smirked, “I can show you how if you want?” She kicked him from under the table. “Stop it. This is serious! I’m on birth control.” She looked at him again. “Why are you so calm?!”

He sighed, “Birth control isn’t completely effective in preventing pregnancy. We’d have to use a condom in tandem with birth control, but why would we do that? We’re only sleeping with each other. What does it matter anyway? I can take care of you and the baby. That’s no problem. It just means I get to see the efforts of our lovemaking with your swollen womb. To think we made life. Feels special, don’t you think?” She beamed. “Come here, baby.”

She walked over towards him and pulled her down to sit on his lap, and he put his hand on her stomach and kissed her cheek. “Don’t be scared, be excited. Take joy in the fact that you are growing a life. That’s what you deserve, don’t think of this as a bad thing.” She smiled, “Of course, I would be excited, but you talk about it as if I am. We don’t know till I take a test.” He kissed her again on the temple. “Because you are; I don’t need some silly test to tell me something I already know.” She rolls her eyes at his arrogance.

“Okay, Eisuke. Cause you’re a doctor now? Aren’t I supposed to feel sick?” Eisuke sits back and crosses his arms. “If you’re so concerned, maybe we should call Luke here? Would that make you feel better?” She pondered for a moment. “So indecisive” He picked up his phone, calling Luke without waiting for her answer.

Not long after Eisuke hangs up the phone, there’s a knock at the door. Eisuke gets up and answers it, and Luke steps in with a bag of medical supplies. He places the bag on the counter and looks at both Eisuke and _ _ _. “So what can I do for you?” You cross your arms. “Sexy bones?” He reads your body language. Eisuke clears his throat and stands up. “I need you to see if she’s pregnant.” Luke’s eyes go wide, and he gasps. “Were you trying? I had no idea.” She shakes her head. “No,” Luke smiles, “Accidents are always fun too.” He picks up his bag. “Let’s go in the bedroom so I can examine you.” She nods, following Luke.

Moments later, she walks out with Luke remaining completely quiet. Eisuke looks at her. “What happened?” Eisuke asks. _ _ _ silently sits down, and Luke walks up to Eisuke putting his hand on his shoulder and lowering his voice to a whisper, “She’s pregnant, and she’s scared. It would be best if you were supportive. Stress can affect the baby.” Eisuke nods, and Luke pats him on the shoulder. He takes out a prescription pad. “I’m going to give you a prescription for some prenatal vitamins.” He says as he writes, “Also, let me know if you start feeling nauseous. If you can’t keep food down, I can prescribe something for the nausea, but you might be lucky and not feel sick at all.” He smiles as he hands her the prescription. She takes it, looks at the prescription, and looks at Eisuke worriedly. Luke smiles again, picks up his bag, and leaves the suite, shutting the door behind him.

She turns away from Eisuke, “I’m going back to bed.” She set the prescription on the table and walked to the bedroom, wrapping herself under the blankets. Eisuke followed not long after, not wanting her to shut him out. He sat on his side of the bed, crossing his legs at the ankles. He lifted the blanket so he could see her face. Seeing tears falling. He furrows his brow, and uncovers her head, then lays down so he is level with her. “Do you not want the baby?” He asked as he stroked her hair. “It’s not that. I want to keep it. Of course, I’ll keep it. What if I’m not a good mother? I have no idea how to raise a child. I’ve never really been around children.” His face relaxes. “I think this is a normal fear, but I also think your instincts will tell you how to do the rest. You’re going to be a great mother. You are caring and kind. How could you not be?”

She wiped her eyes. “I don’t know why I’m so upset, it was bound to happen eventually, but I’m really upset.” Eisuke smiled tenderly at her, “It’s probably hormones, baby.” He kissed the top of her head. “Turn over” She gave him a confused look. “Just do it” She turned on her side so her back faced Eisuke, and he rubbed her back soothingly. “You’ll get through this because I will be here every step of the way. Now close your eyes. You need to rest.”

[sophiie2000]

She Should Be With Me ~ Baba

Hey! 🩷

So here is the last instalment of the She Should Be Me mini series of stories I decided I would write. 😁

As always, the link to the prologue is below! ⬇��⬇️

For this series I decided I would write for the 5 original KBTBB characters, so now Eisuke, Mamoru, Soryu, Ota and Baba are all completed. 🥳

I honestly had a lot of fun writing these, even if I took a lot longer to post them than I expected! But hey, sometimes life gets in the way or sometimes inspiration for a different story hits better, and others get swept under the rug for a while! 🙃

So this is...

Baba x MC

A story of jealousy and fluff

Disclaimer ~ Characters belong to Voltage Inc. Story (and Mason's character) belong to me.

~ 4263 words

Numbness. The feeling of nothingness consumed Baba’s mind and body. The pounding of a heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears. Was it his? It must have been. Everyone else seemed miles away from him now. Surrounding her. The woman who lit up any, and every room she entered. 

Their words were muffled. He couldn’t make out what they were saying. He was dazed. As though her news had knocked him out. 

Gone?

Moved away?

Words he had hoped he would never hear her say. Especially not when they were associated with her leaving. Leaving with another man. 

Baba felt as though an ocean was between them. As though someone was binding him to the past, and freeing her to her future. He felt as though he was watching her step further and further away. All while he was shackled to the past.

He shouldn’t have been surprised. The news wasn’t really news to him. She had confided in him that she was moving in with her long-term boyfriend. That she wouldn’t be able to stay at the hotel forever. 

But what does a few conversations here and there really contribute? It never prepares you for the shock. Or losing the one you love.

But what hurt Baba the most was that he blamed himself. He was losing her, and it was his fault. 

He let her get away. She was the one. And he had let her go.

Foolish. He knew that now. He knew when you had found the perfect gem, you didn’t let it go. You kept it safe. You polished it, allowing it to shine. But he had let this jewel of a woman go.

Foolish… the word didn’t even begin to explain how he felt. 3 years… 3 years this woman had held his heart in an iron grip. a love so vivid he could still picture the beginning of it now,

He had just returned from Switzerland. Gone for a few weeks, and a few loots later, he was back with numerous items to sell at the auction. 

Paintings, pottery, jewellery… if you wanted it, Baba could probably steal it. The famous Lupin wouldn’t fail to steal something worthy of their patrons. 

Crossing the foyer of the hotel, Baba spied the new hires being shown the ropes. The usual green staff, joined with eagerness. Getting to work in the Tres Spades, under Eisuke Ichinomiya… well their excitement was always palpable. 

Yet one new hire caught Baba’s attention. His eyes drawn to her as though some gravitational force was pulling them together. 

She was calm. Smiling, yes. But not some overbearing smile that made you want to cower as it hid some sort of insanity. No… a smile that was as fresh as a spring meadow.

Breathtakingly beautiful. 

Baba was a renowned lady’s man. A flirt. But this was the first woman he felt a genuine interest in, that went beyond lust. 

She wasn’t nervous, or intimidated at the importance of those she was working for. She seemed competent. Interesting. 

Before he knew what he was doing, Baba was approaching the young maid. A toothy grin firmly in place.

“Well hello pretty lady, may I have the pleasure of learning your name?” 

A soft giggle escaped the pretty maid’s lips. Angelic. A symphony to his ears. 

“MC… and you are?”

“Baba Mitsunari, at your service. I don’t suppose I could have the pleasure of your company this evening for a drink?”

He had to shoot his shot. He wouldn’t be being himself if he didn’t. 

“Heh, I am afraid my company has already been promised to another this evening. My boyfriend”

Of course. A lady as lovely as she was bound to be taken. But this rejection wasn’t exactly new to Baba. Many rejected him. What differed with MC, was he was genuinely intrigued. Her beauty was a bonus, but she, herself, had captured his attention. 

Maybe… just maybe, he could build a friendship with her.

And he did. At first it was simple hello’s as they passed by each other in the hotel. Then it was longer pleasantries. About the weather, about a tasty dinner they had enjoyed.

Soon they learned many things about one another. One of which, was MC was abysmal at cooking. A skill Baba had perfected. 

Baba began teaching MC how to cook. 

Each week, a new dish. A new recipe to perfect. 

And each week, Baba saw MC grow. Learn new skills. And grow even more beautiful. 

Before he knew it, he had fallen in love. In love with a girl who couldn’t be his. 

Or so he had thought.

About a year after they had met, MC and her boyfriend broke up. Arguments about how much she was working had caused them to drift apart. 

Baba and MC spent much more time together after her split. Cooking became a time for her to relax and enjoy herself. And soon neither could deny how much joy they felt when spending time together. 

And so, they started dating. Baba would take her to fancy restaurants, or they would cook together and spend the evening watching films.

A sweet, innocent love. For months they were inseparable.

Until MC found out about the auctions and Baba being the infamous Lupin. How could he have kept something so big, a secret?

Hurt, MC had told Baba she needed some space. Time to think about what she had suddenly learned.

Frustrated, Baba had been unable to accept this. Leave through the door now, and it was over. Truthfully, he had been desperate for her to choose to stay. Figure it out together. 

But she had walked through the door. 

And listening to his words, she didn’t enter them as his lover again. 

They didn’t see each other for a few months after they broke up. The next time Baba saw her, they spoke as old friends. Things felt normal. Until she dropped the bombshell. 

Her and Mason had reunited.

Baba had let her go, all in the heat of a moment. All because she had wanted time to fully accept what he had told her. 

Foolish… he should have given her the time. They were meant to be together. She should’ve been with him. Moving in together, that should have been their next step.

But he had let her go.

Baba could feel the pitiful glances Ota surreptitiously gave him. His friend knew the flicker of love burned brightly in his heart. No other had come close to filling the void left by MC. 

Truthfully, everyone believed MC and Baba would end up back together. They had been smitten. Like two love sick teenagers. Their breakup heart breaking.

They all had been saddened by MC leaving. Her presence had become the normal to them. Her absence noticeable. 

Baba kept a watchful eye on MC. Her eyes flitted towards him. A burning ache passed through his heart. 

She looked at him with the same sad eyes as the ones he was sure he was showing her. For Baba knew, he was not alone in his feelings.

When MC had told Baba a few weeks earlier that she would be moving in with Mason, Baba had reacted with surprise.

Surprise because the confession came following the reminiscing of their relationship. Baba bravely shared his feelings with MC. His love hadn’t faded. She had smiled. Such a sad smile, she had shown him. But a ghost of the one he had witnessed so many times before. 

I love you too, and I am sure I always will. The words had come from her lips. But as much as he prayed she wouldn’t, she continued. But, we cannot be together Baba… Getting over you, it was the hardest thing I had to do. And I am with Mason now. I can’t hurt him. 

He understood, he did. But knowing they both loved each other, how could he just give up?

He wouldn’t. 

So, the infamous Lupin had a new target to steal. His most challenging, yet valuable target yet.

MC’s heart.

**

A few weeks had passed since MC declared she had moved in with Mason. Despite her moving out of the hotel, Eisuke had still encouraged her to accept the promotion. And so, she had been arriving to work promptly every morning, working as the penthouse maid.

This morning seemed no different.

As Baba stood dishing up his breakfast, a small knock reverberated around the room, as though right on cue. Except…

It was a knock he didn’t recognise.

It certainly didn’t belong to the woman who had enslaved his heart these past few years. That he was certain. 

Approaching his door, he welcomed the maid inside. He recognised the maid as one of MC’s closest friends, Chisato. 

“Sorry Mr Baba, I hope now is an ok time to come and tidy your suite?” The maid asked, a sorrowful smile gracing her soft features. 

“Of course, thank you… um, Chisato… wasn’t it?” He asked the maid, just to be sure.

“Yes, Mr Baba?” Chisato offered a friendly smile.

“Where is MC? Isn’t she the one who is supposed to be responsible for the cleaning of the penthouse suites?” 

He tried to hide the disappointment he felt at not being blessed with the sight of her and her smile today. To have to miss out on an opportunity to enjoy a cup of coffee together. Converse more about some random film or their dinner plans.

“Oh Mr Baba, did you not hear?” Chisato questioned, surprise evident in the way her fluffy brows met her hairline.

“Hear what?” Dread filled Baba’s tone. His palms grew sweaty as he nervously wondered what he could have missed.

“MC resigned. Yesterday was her final day. I would have thought you would have known? She had to work the two weeks’ notice period.” Chisato informed him, a sigh seeping through her tightly pouted lips. 

Baba froze. Time seemed to stop. Except it hadn’t. Time never stopped. This was what had left him in this mess. If time could stop, he would have had all the time in the world to keep MC beside him. 

He had been enjoying the comfortable friendly banter they engaged in. This ‘friendship’ they coexisted in. Two people, who knew they loved each other, but could never be together…

That wasn’t how it was meant to be. This wasn’t how their story was supposed to end.

How could he let their story end? Not when she meant so much more to him than any other.

“Mr Baba?” Chisato’s voice roused him from his musing.

“My apologies Chisato. Do you know why she left?”

“The commute was too strenuous, Sir. She was becoming overly tired, and was missing out on time at home with Mason. They both agreed she would seek employment within a closer vicinity of their home. I believe she informed Mr Ichinomiya of her new work place?”

So Eisuke knew. He knew and chose not to tell him. Frustration boiled in him, he was enraged at the fact Eisuke had kept something like this to himself. 

His anger left him restless. He fled from his suite in search of the man responsible for his ire. 

He was not searching long. The man he sought, sat drinking his coffee, in the lounge. The sight of the man sipping his coffee so nonchalantly fuelled the flames of anger even more.

“EISUKE, YOU IDIOT!” Baba bellowed, his rage controlling him. 

His fists gripped Eisuke by his shirt, shaking from how tightly he held him. Yet the latter just eyed him coolly. He said nothing. Nor did he try fight back. 

“How could you let her leave and not say a single thing to me about it? How could you, when you knew how I felt about her?” Baba’s anger was less convincing now. He sounded broken. He was broken. 

Eisuke easily retrieved his now crumpled shirt from Baba’s grip, and sat back down. Once again sipping his coffee. 

“You know… her coffee was always the best coffee I drank.” Eisuke spoke, his tone firm but quiet. Almost reminiscent.

Baba looked at him, waiting for him to continue 

“I didn’t want her to leave either, Baba. Her presence was comforting, if not slightly exasperating at times. She was a nuisance. But she was a nuisance that I didn’t mind. She cared. She listened to us all, and despite who we all are, she accepted us. She was a good friend to us all.” 

Eiskuke paused for a moment. He looked at Baba. His eyes showing a flicker of emotion, one usually missing from the man’s eyes.

“So as her friend, I listened to her, too. When she told me, she wanted to leave the hotel, I encouraged her to stay. Out of a selfish desire to keep her here. I also listened when she came to me again, this time with her resignation letter. I listened as she wept, explaining that despite loving working here, and wishing she could continue, she had chosen to move in with Mason and the travelling was too much. So… as her friend, and her boss, I accepted her resignation letter as the decision she made. And I did her one last curtesy. When she asked me not to tell you, I didn’t” 

Eisuke got to his feet and began striding from the room. Baba hastily reached out to grab his arm. 

“Chisato said she told you where she was working now. Where has she gone, Eisuke?” Baba pleaded with the other man. 

“As I said, her coffee was always the best” 

Those were the final words Eisuke spoke, before pulling free of Baba’s grasp and stalking from the room.

Baba felt confused. He knew Eisuke was a man of few words. What he had been graced with was a plethora of words, yet an obscure clue. All he knew was, he desperately wanted to find MC.

**

A month had passed, and Baba was still none the wiser. Eisuke had continued to refuse to divulge MC’s whereabouts to him. While MC still wasn’t responding with any clues of her own.

When Baba had questioned Chisato and a few others regarding MC’s whereabouts they informed him they had been sworn to secrecy. It appeared MC was taking their game of hide and seek seriously. 

Fine. Finding the greatest treasures always felt better after a tough search. 

The only thing that bothered Baba was the longer he took to find her, the longer he was without her. So far it had been just over 6 weeks. Yet it felt like eternity without her. 

He had been spiralling when Ota approached him with a proposition. He needed to meet a client in the city across from them. He invited Baba to go with him. Get some fresh air. Put thoughts of MC aside for a day at least. 

Baba knew this was his friend’s way of being kind. So, he accepted. One day without overwhelming himself in his search for MC wouldn’t set him too far back. Heck, he had barely made any progress at all, anyway!

A dainty little coffee shop, with a cute rustic vibe was the destination they were headed for. Ota would be meeting his client inside to discuss his latest commission. Heading inside, Baba’s eyes were immediately drawn to the back of the woman working behind the counter. 

Her long hair was tied in two loose braids. Strands of hair waved down her cheeks. Her delicate frame danced from one end of the counter to another, working efficiently to make customers’ orders. 

She didn’t need to turn around for Baba to feel his heart rate spike. Beating a mile, a minute. He knew, even without seeing her face, without hearing her sonorous voice. It was her.

“Welcome to La Casetta del Caffè, what can I get you?” her usual cheery tone blessed his ears with her words. It had been too long since he had heard her voice. Too long since he saw her face. 

“MC?! You work here?” Ota exclaimed, his voice being what finally drew the young woman’s attention to them. 

“Ota? B-baba?!” She stumbled as she spotted them. Yet the smile that lit up her features said everything she did not. 

She raced around to the men, embracing them both tightly. 

“MC… how have you been?” Ota asked.

“Oh, you know, busy! Learning a new job and keeping a home running is challenging!” MC smiled, “I’ve missed you guys, how are the others doing?” 

“They’re fine… Eisuke misses your coffee” Baba spoke, somewhat hesitant to divulge that little tidbit about Eisuke.

The young woman laughed. A laugh so joyous, it filled others with that very same joy. Baba felt warm and fuzzy. His heart swelled to be near her again. 

Finally, he had found her. 

Ota had politely excused himself upon noticing his client waiting in the far corner of the café. Since it was time for MC’s break, she headed to a table outside with Baba so they could talk away from the hustle and bustle of the busy café. 

“So, how have you been?” MC asked, somewhat nervously. 

“I, uh, I’ve been busy… spent a lot of time searching for a run away.” Baba joked, scratching the nape of his neck nervously. 

“I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye…”

“Why did you? Leave without saying goodbye, I mean.” Baba asked, desperate to know.

“Because I couldn’t. I didn’t want to say goodbye to you Baba. I mean… it was always us. Part of me always believed it would be again… and saying goodbye, well that would mean if never could be us again…” MC shuddered, it was clear she was upset. 

“What if… what if it could be ‘us’ again?” Baba asked, placing his large rough hand atop of MC’s smaller, softer one.

“I-it can’t…” MC whispered, her voice breaking as she pulled her hand away. “I moved away… with Mason. He’s kind, Baba… I… I can’t hurt him… not over some selfish desire on my part.”

“But MC… I love you. And I know you love me. Surely, if we love each other, you should be with me?” Baba pleaded, his eyes glistening with raw emotion. 

“Baba… sometimes love isn’t enough for things to work… if it was, we wouldn’t have ended up how we did before…” 

Her words wounded him. As though an arrow had been shot right through his heart. Love not enough? Of course, he knew that. relationships took hard work to maintain. But he was willing to put all that work in for her. For them.

“MC please. Please think about this. If you still want to choose Mason after you’ve really thought about it, I will accept that as your answer. But if… if even a small part of you thinks we could be together, then come home. Come home to me, and I promise I won’t let you walk out that door again… I’ll wait until I hear from you to know your answer… but I won’t bother you again”

Squeezing MC tightly once more, Baba headed back into the café to await the end of Ota’s meeting. He spared breaking his heart further by glancing back at MC… if he had, he may have noticed when another male took his place before her.

**

The weekend soon came around, and Baba had not spoken with MC since his and Ota discovered her working in the dainty café. 

He shouldn’t have been surprised it had been radio silence from her since his surprising proposition. But it hurt nonetheless that they had not been speaking this last week. 

Questions whirled in his mind. Had she made up her mind? Did she choose him? Did she choose Mason?! Would she text him to say what she had chosen straight away? Or leave him waiting… wondering?

His mind was in overdrive. And not just during day light. His mind seemed to become even more active at night. He would toss and turn in bed, trying to settle and sleep. But she would occupy his thoughts. 

God, waiting for her to decide was torturous. It had only been one week. What if this went on for weeks? A month? Surely, she would not let his misery continue that long? Right?

Evening soon fell on what was, once again, an unproductive day for Baba. Much the same as the previous 6 days, Baba had spent the day meticulously cleaning the suite.

Clearing space in his drawers and cupboards for MC to occupy with her own belongings. She hadn’t even said she’d chosen him, yet he still wanted to prepare her a little space in case she did…

Was he just being foolish?

Settling down on his sofa with a beer in hand, Baba stared at his phone, as though he could miraculously manifest her phoning him.

Ridiculous. 

Sighing, he let his head fall forward, his bangs covering his face.

When a vibration caught his attention. His phone, perched on the table, was buzzing. Had he… did he… manifest a phone call?

Looking at the screen he read the name of the one person who’s voice he wished to hear so desperately. 

“MC?!” He quickly spoke after his scramble to answer the phone.

“Hey Baba, sorry to call so late. I hope you weren’t too busy?”

Her voice still soothed him, like the gentlest lullaby. 

“N-No I wasn’t doing anything.”

“Oh, good. Sorry it’s taken so long for me to call.”

“It’s fine, MC. I told you, you could have all the time you needed.”

God… did he sound desperate? Or too nonchalant? This was stressful. Why was she calling? Had she decided? 

His heart rate spiked at the possibility. 

“So, uh, Baba… I have to ask��� what you said, before at the café… did you really mean it? Did you really it mean it when you said it could be ‘us’?”

“Every word, MC.” 

His grip naturally tightened around his phone. This was it. She had decided.

“Baba… it’s you. It’s always been you, and it is always going to be you.” 

The words he was desperately praying for tumbled from her lips. Racing towards his door he quickly responded,

“I’m coming to get you, where are you right now?!” 

Yet before she could respond he swung his suite door open. Standing there, at his door, was MC. Phone still pressed to her ear.

“I’m here…”

Those were the only words she managed to speak before Baba had pressed his lips to hers in a warm, fierce kiss. Enclosing her body in an embrace, they stumbled back inside his suite, the door swiftly closing behind them. 

Their lips didn’t leave one another, as they made their way haphazardly towards the bedroom. Their hands sought each other with practiced moves. Neither forgetting exactly where the other liked to be touched.

Honeyed moans, and gasps was all that could be heard as the night drew on, and the two made up for the time they had lost. 

A long night awaited them both…

**

Baba held MC close. Their sweat glistened bodies, enmeshed together within the sheets. His fingers brushed through her locks, enjoying the feel.

“So, uh, I know this is a really weird thing to ask, straight after we’ve just slept together, and all… but uh, what happened with Mason?” Baba asked the question he had dreaded mentioning.

“We ended things. Mutually. He, uh, he saw us talking that day at the café. He heard what you said and he asked me how I felt. I told him I was confused at the time and needed some time to think it over. He was kind. He let me think about it properly. A couple of days ago we sat down to talk again. I told him the truth. About how I still loved you, and despite honestly caring about him, it wasn’t the same. Mason understood. He told me about how he had been grateful that I’d tried to leave everything behind for him, but in the end… he encouraged me to be selfish. To come home.”

“He’s a good guy, eh?” Baba grumbled. 

“Why does him being a good guy make you grumble sweetie?” MC laughed, prodding Baba’s pouting lips. Lingering a little longer, running her fingertip over the mouth that not so long ago was seeking out her body.

“If he wasn’t such a nice guy, it would be easier to hate the guy. Yet he encouraged you to come back to me, he wanted you to be happy. Now I’ve got to be thankful for him” 

Baba continued to pout. MC giggled, seeing her lover in such a state. Seeing that she was enjoying this, Baba felt both his mischief and lust grow.

“Well… I guess I can spend the rest of my life thanking him by loving you thoroughly” Baba whispered in a honeyed tone. His lips ghosting his lovers’ ear, before descending down to kiss her nape.

MC’s hands slipped into his hair encouraging his ministrations to continue. And Baba was not one to disappoint the desires of a lover. 

As they exchanged kisses, and let their hands dance over one another’s bodies. Baba finally felt full again.

He had caught his greatest treasure. And this time, he would polish the gem in front of him, to allow it to fully dazzle. For he now knew just how irreplaceable this particular gem was.

She was home. In his arms, where she belonged. And this time, he wouldn’t let her walk out, through any doors again. 

[leoamber66]

Pleasing her Master (NSFW)

Pairing: Ota x MC

This was requested by my friend @kbtbbposts (Check her out btw, great posts😍)

Sorry if it sucks 😅😅

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,752

Scenario: MC and Ota having sex the night she gets auctioned off. (The MC is a virgin in this. Will be told in Ota’s and MC’s point of view)

"Follow me."

"..."

(Y/N) knew she had no choice but to obey, so she followed behind the man obediently.

He quietly opened up the door to the suite using a key card and beckoned her to enter.

“Come.”

She cautiously entered the room casting her eyes down the whole time. 

How did I get into this mess? All I wanted to do was return a glove...But I never expected the angelic artist to be involved in something like this. (Y/N) thought to herself while she anxiously looked up to be greeted with an angelic smile. 

“You really do look like Koro!” 

The artist gently ruffled her hair pulling it behind her ear. (Y/N) was baffled at the sudden gesture. 

Who’s Koro? Maybe an ex-girlfriend? At least he isn’t doing anything bad to me... (Y/N) thoughts gets interrupted by his cheerful voice. 

“Follow me Koro.” 

He gestures to the bedroom pulling her hand. 

Oh no...I spoke too soon! (Y/N) felt her heart sink with anxiety as he tugged her into the bedroom. 

“Sit Koro.” 

(Y/N) stiffened up as she sat on the corner of the bed. Various scenarios swam through her mind and she shut her eyes tightly, clenching her hands into fists preparing for the worse case scenario.

“Pfft! That’s a funny face!” She heard him start to chuckle and slowly opened her eyes to be greeted by a mischievous grin.

“Um, Mr. Kisaki I...” 

(Y/N) struggled to find the words to tell him that this was all an accident when he started to stroke her hair. (Y/N) flinched in response at the unexpected touch. The artist stopped and for a moment (Y/N) could have sworn she saw a hurt look on his face, almost like... a wounded animal. 

“Call me Ota, Koro.” 

“W-Well Ota...I’m pretty sure I look nothing like your ex-girlfriend and-”

“Wait, hold on... Pfft! Hahaha!” 

Ota doubled over in laughter clutching his stomach. He took a deep breath before he spoke again.

“I think you’re misunderstanding here. Koro was my old pet dog.”

What!? Did he just say dog!? I look like a dog to him!? (Y/N) felt a shiver go up her spine when she saw a devilish smirk form on his handsome face. 

“Tsk, Tsk, such a naughty pet. Perhaps I need to discipline you?”

(Y/N) eye’s widened in response to his suggestive comment. Even though (Y/N) was a virgin she had her fair share of looking at porn and hentai when she younger, so she had an idea what his definition of “discipline” was.

“U-Um I...” 

She started fidget uncomfortably on the bed, to which Ota frowned slightly

That’s odd...Usually women throw themselves at me any chance they get. But I have a feeling she’s not like that...

He leans down close to ear and nips at the shell of her earlobe whispering hotly.

“Hmm...You’re interesting. It’ll be fun making you mine...”

“!!!” 

(Y/N) could feel her face grow beet red as her hand flies to her ear. 

“I’m going to take a shower. Stay Koro.” 

She watches how the blonde disappear into the bathroom before she begins to survey her surroundings.

So this is a Tres Spades penthouse suite huh? I always dreamed about coming up to one of these rooms to clean one day. Who would have thought I made it up here so soon. 

(Y/N) thought to herself bitterly while looking out at the night view, then she heard the shower water stop. 

Wait he’s done already!? Or did I just contemplate that long? 

She looked down at the ground again when she heard footsteps enter the room. She looks up to see Ota standing in front of her half-naked with a big grin on his face.

Oh my god, he looks hot...

(Y/N) snaps back to reality as she hears him speak.

“What a good girl Koro! You deserve an reward...” 

He leans down in front of her and steals a kiss from her crimson lips. 

“Wha-!” 

He just kissed me! (Y/N) freezes when she realizes she didn’t push him away. Ota smirks with satisfaction when he sees a confused expression spread across her face.

“I’m not done yet...” 

He kneels down before her and pushes up the hem of her skirt to expose her thighs. 

“!?” 

Although (Y/N) was stunned by his actions she still doesn’t push him away. An entirely different emotion rises up with her. Not fear... It was curiosity. She was curious to see where this would go, it was obvious this was headed towards a sexual route but her curiosity won over her fears. She hesitantly spreads her legs apart exposing herself to him. This surprised Ota and he looked up to be greeted with a curious gaze settled on him.

I knew she was different, I think I’ll have some fun today.  Ota quickly regained his composure and smirked up her.

“You keep surprising me, don’t you? I’ll grant you wish then.”

He starts to plant kisses all over the soft skin of her thighs while caressing her calves.

“Ahh!~” (Y/N) let out a loud moan and tugged at his hair in response, as she felt a wave of pleasure race through her body. He nips at the tender flesh of her inner thigh and starts to rub her sensitive spot over her panties.

“Mmm!! Ahhh!” (Y/N) bucked her hips against him wildly to which Ota increased the intensity of his rubbing. He could feel himself getting more aroused as her moans echoed across the walls of the suite. 

“Wow, you’re already so wet.” 

(Y/N) face flushed even more as he tugged her panties down and off her legs. He then hauled her legs over his shoulders and drew his face closer to her heat.

“Ohhh!! O-Ota!!” (Y/N) let out a loud shriek when she felt his tongue enter her. He started relentlessly thrusting his tongue in and out of her heat tightening his grip on her thighs. (Y/N) threw her head back with pleasure and collapsed onto the bed as Ota continued to eat her. He nibbled on her clit teasingly as he continued to push his tongue deeper into her. 

“AHHH!!” She felt her release approaching quickly. But before she could get there, he pulled his tongue out of her eliciting a whimper of disappointment from her lips.

“Hmm, not a bad taste. But I want you to cum when I’m inside of you.” He said licking the corner of his mouth seductively. (Y/N) clenched her thighs together as if to hold on to whatever common sense she had left. He smirked naughtily as his hands stripped her of her maid uniform and unclasped her bra throwing it away somewhere. He glanced at the name tag on her uniform before discarding it.

(Y/N) (L/N) huh? I prefer Koro though.

He looks down at her to examine her body.

She actually doesn’t look bad...She looks beautiful..

“Does Koro want another reward?” 

Ota asks running his hands all over her creamy white skin. (Y/N) clenched the sheets and moaned in response.

“Nnn! Y-Yes...She wants... a r-reward from her master...”

Something inside of Ota snapped hearing this. He could feel himself growing harder and harder as he covered his hand over his face to hide the blush that was spreading.

Was he blushing? I want to see that face again...

“M-Master...Ahhh....please...p-put your cock inside me...Mmm...”

“!!!”

Ota let out a gasp hearing hear her begging him. Without any other thought he ripped his boxers off and got on top of her.

“You’re a naughty pet...Pleasing me like that...”

He started sucking all over her body, leaving little red marks. He grabbed her breasts and massaged the soft mounds of flesh. 

“Ngh!~” 

Ota leaned his face closer to her hard nipples and sucked hard on each of them, giving them both equal attention. Then he slipped his fingers inside of her.

“Ahhh!! Mmmm!!”

He nipped at her shoulder as he moved his fingers in and out her. She felt her release coming and once again he stopped and pulled his fingers out. She looked into his amber eyes filled with lust and reached her hand up to caress his cheek. Their lips met together in a passionate kiss. He plunged his hot tongue into her mouth feeling the soft insides. He pulled back to look into her eyes and stopped moving when he realized something.

Why is she looking at me like that? Why...is she looking at me with trust in her eyes?

He felt a warmth take a hold of his heart, whatever it was he didn’t want to stop feeling it. (Y/N) let out a loud gasp when she felt something hard line up her wet entrance. She grabbed onto his shoulders to prepare herself to what was coming. Breathing heavily, Ota started to push himself inside of her.

“Aghh!!!” 

Pain. So much pain. (Y/N) eyes welled up with tears of pain as she twisted away from him, seeing this Ota stopped and asked her in a gentle voice.

“Is this your first time (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) froze when she heard him say her name. Not Koro, but her real name. She looked away from him shyly and slowly nodded her head. He kissed her neck and slowly continued to push his hot length inside of her.

“Ahnn!”

Ota caressed her body making sure she was alright before he started to thrust. 

“Ohhh!”

Slowly, the feeling of pain was replaced with pleasure and (Y/N) dug her fingernails into his back as if to tell him she was feeling good. Ota took this as his signal to move faster.

“Unh! Ota! Mmmm!!”

Waves of ecstasy crashed through her body, as he plunged deeper and deeper inside of her. Her sweet moans were music to his ears and he held her close so he wouldn’t get swept away in the moment. (Y/N) felt her release approaching for the third time but this time Ota didn’t stop, he started to slam himself into her harder.

“Ahhh! Ohhh! Mmmmm!! OTA!!”

She screamed his name and clung onto his body as an explosion of pleasure took a hold of her. 

“...!!”

Ota continued to thrust a few more times before he released his hot seed inside of her. He pulled himself out of her and flopped down beside her. After catching their breaths (Y/N) slowly crawled on top of Ota. His amber eyes looked up at her confused.

“What are you doing Koro?”

She smirked at him before responding to his question in a sultry tone of voice.

“Pleasing my master.”

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May I please request some Ota fluff?

Hey There… Sure id love to do an Ota Fluff. He’s one of my favorite bidders. I hope its not to weird and I hope I makes sense. Enjoy!!(*v*)

Your/MC POV

MC is _(Your Name)_ 

You were sitting on the couch waiting for Ota to come home. ‘Where could he be its almost midnight,’ you thought to your self. You text and call him, but he doesn’t answer. You’re so worried about him, and decide to turn on the TV to take your mind off him. ‘He’s probably in a meeting with Eisuke and the other bidders,’ you thought. You turn off the TV and decide to head to bed. You decide to call him one last time just in case, but sadly he doesn’t answer. Suddenly, you hear a soft click and you run to check who its is.

“Koro I’m hoooome,” Ota says with a big smile. But he isn’t alone. A small little Pomeranian is in his arms.

“Isn’t he cute,” he says, “I saw him while going to your favorite bakery.” He pulls out a box and hands it to you. You take it and open it revealing a cute heart shaped cake.

“Thank you so much,” you say cheerfully and hug him. You give him a small peck on the cheek. He repays you with a passionate kiss. (Did that make sense)

“Anyways,” you say, “ Why did you bring the dog here, you sho-��

“The dog look sad and lonely,” he says, “I thought it would be fun to have another Koro.”

He pats your head and then pats the dog. He places the dog on the couch.

“So, can we keep him,” he begged with tears in his eyes, “PLEASE!! PLEASE!! PLEASE!!”

You look at him and laugh. You hug him tightly and say, “As long as you take care of him.”“Thank you so much,” He sang cheerfully, “I think I’ll name him Koro!!”

He carries you princess style into the bedroom. He places you gently onto the bed.

“Let me thank you properly,” he says with a mischievous grin.

(WARNING: This is where the weirdness begins… This is where you two you know…kiss and stuff happen)

He unbuttons your shirt slowly, which causes you to get goosebumps on your arms. After he unclothes you, he begins to take off his clothes. (What Am I doing!!!) You to kiss and “STUFF” all night. Then suddenly Koro (the dog) barks like crazy. Ota brushes it off, but the noise is making it hard to concentrate. You pull away from him, but he grabs you closer.

“Don’t worry about him,” he chuckles.

“I can’t think straight,” you say, You than push him to the side, and begin to dress yourself. Ota grabs your clothes and smirks, “Pets who don’t listen to their masters get punished.” 

He pulls you to the bed, and you two continue where you left off.

                                                  THE END

I hope you guys enjoy. And thanks so much for your request. Thanks to everyone who followed, read, or/liked my stuff. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!! I know 2 or 3 likes isn’t a lot, but it means alot to me.

XOXOThe Writer & The Reader

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It's that time of year again! ^▪︎^

°• Happy Birthday, Eisuke! •°

Hope you enjoy this small comic inspired from the VIP room Birthday story! It was really cute ♡

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♤♡ Ask A Bidder: Rules ◇♧

Hello! Just want to clarify that I dont do NSFW comics or commissions! There are many artist and writers out there who do beautiful work! One of them being a good friend of mine, @voltage-vixen. I'll link one of her work about the Mad Hatter below!

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Instagram: Halloween Event 2022: Host Phone Wallpaper

Halloween Host Phone Wallpaper Full picture available on my story and on my highlights! Hope you enjoy

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She Should Be With Me ~ Ota

Hey!🩵

Finally getting around to posting Ota's story as part of this mini series. 😊

⛔️Trigger Warning! ~ Heavily implied and talks of violence, DV, self loathing. Please be aware of this before reading.⛔️

I really debated whether I would post this version or completely rewrite this entire fic. It heavily implies DV and briefly discusses the trauma/self loathing that comes from such relationships.

However, today marks 7 years of one of my own family surviving DV and making her break with both her and her child, so as it is a topic that really is close to my heart, it just felt right to keep it how it is.

The thoughts of the characters with how DV makes you feel are based on the emotions and beliefs my family member has described to me.

I do not claim to be an expert on DV or trauma. I am no trained expert. All I am aware of, is my own families experiences. ⚠️

As always, I included the link to the prologue below!⬇️⬇️

So far Eisuke, Mamoru, Soryu and now Ota have been posted, leaving just Baba's story to go! 😊

So this is...

Ota x MC

While there is jealousy, this story has much more focus on helping a loved one out of a harmful relationship.

Disclaimer ~ Characters belong to Voltage Inc

~ 4058 words

Everything fell silent. He could see the others lips moving. He knew they were making sound. Probably shouting various comments, voicing their surprise. Yet Ota could hear nothing. Nothing over the thumping of his own heart. The rapid ba-dums ringing in his ears. A throbbing pain started in his chest, as it tightened.

How long had he cherished MC? She had come to him when he was in such a low place, he guessed it was inevitable she would come to mean so much to him. But for him to have fallen in love? That had been the greatest shock to him. 

Slapping on his usual angelic smile. Ota began to reminisce on the past few years, and how MC had become someone irreplaceable to him.

It had been months. Months since Ota had touched a paintbrush. Months since he could bring himself to look at a canvas. The media were having a field day with his lack of released works. He could still see the headlines now. “ANGELIC ARTIST A FRAUD?!” and “WILL OTA KISAKI, THE ANGELIC ARTIST, EVER PAINT AGAIN?”. 

Despite not painting, Ota still carried a pad and pencil with him wherever he went. Was it habit? Or was it hope that something, somewhere would trigger his spark for drawing. 

Ota was always doodling some sort of design. Nothing he would publish. But just random everyday things he saw. Such as the calloused hands of the food vendor on the street. The silhouettes of the happy couple he had witnessed on their first date. The swaying cherry blossoms, just starting to see their petals drop.

His designs, they were all drawings which to anyone else would be perfect. Yet for Ota… they lacked something. They had no depth. Was it his strict parents who were both top of their own fields that had left Ota with such a perfectionist trait? Or was he just hard on himself because he wanted to show his teacher he had been right when he believed Ota had the talent to be the best during this time?

One particular day Ota had entered a coffee shop a short distance from the hotel. He took a seat in the corner of the café, out of the way, somewhere he would be less likely to be spotted. After his coffee arrived, his eyes roamed the café. 

Until they stopped. 

There, in the opposite corner of the café sat a lone woman. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulder, tucked neatly behind her ear. She was beautiful. To Ota, she was as bright as the sun, or the brightest star in a clear night sky. He was drawn to her like a magnet. He watched as she enjoyed her coffee. She appeared to be doodling on a pad. Her face held a beautifully concentrated focus. Ota felt mesmerised, and before he knew what he was doing, he too was sketching. Forming on his pad, was the beautiful woman who had captured his attention so fully. And for the first time in months, something sparked in his creative mind.

By the time Ota had finished, his coffee was cold and the woman was gone. His shoulders slumped knowing he’d missed his chance to say hello to the mystery woman. But for the first time in months, a genuine smile featured on his face as he gazed at the drawing he had just completed. 

For the next few weeks, Ota had similar experiences. He would casually find himself in the same locations as the mystery woman. It was genuine coincidence that he found her again and again. But to him, it felt like fate. After a few weeks, he had pages of various drawings of the woman he had watched from afar. 

They were all of her completing mundane tasks. Grocery shopping, buying food from the street vendor, sitting on a park bench doodling, picking flowers, texting on her phone. Nothing particularly special, but yet these drawings, to Ota, were the best he had done.

The next place Ota spotted the woman surprised him. He was walking through the hotel lobby when three employees walked in to begin their shift. As always, he plastered on the angelic smile to greet the maids. But suddenly he froze. Were his eyes deceiving him? There with the other two maids, wearing the same uniform, was the lone woman he had been drawing these last few weeks. She was a maid at the hotel?! All this time she had been right next to him?

He raced back up to the lounge where he knew Eisuke was. He had to find out who this woman was. 

When Ota showed Eisuke his drawings, Eisuke seemed pleased. 

“Who is she, Eisuke?” He asked, desperate to find out the name of the woman who had reignited his creative flame.

“Her names MC. She’s a good employee. Why do you ask?” Eisuke smirked, testing Ota.

“Introduce us. Please.” Ota practically pleaded with Eisuke, which made his smirk deepen. He pulled out his phone and after 2 short rings he issued his command.

“Kenzaki, bring MC up here for me immediately”.

Ota sat patiently waiting. The 5 short minutes they waited had felt like hours. When the door opened the lone woman walked in quietly. Ota caught his breath. She was breathtakingly beautiful. A natural beauty. And the brightness he had seen before seemed to have grown. He couldn’t remove his eyes from her.

“Mr Ichinomiya, you wished to see me” she spoke. Even her voice, to Ota, was gentle, sonorous like an angel.

“First, coffee.” Eisuke instructed. MC seemed to be accustomed to this command. She even knew exactly how Eisuke had his coffee, which surprised Ota. How well did they know each other?

“Your coffee, Mr Ichinomiya… Sir.” MC placed a coffee in front of both men before Eisuke gestured for her to take a seat beside Ota.

“MC, the man sat beside you is Ota Kisaki, I’m sure you recognise him as both the angelic artist and one of our VIP guests. He asked me to introduce you both”

“Eis—I mean Mr Ichinomiya, w-why me?”

“MC it is ok, you can call me Eisuke when here. Ota state your business.”

“Do you two know each other?” Ota asked looking between MC and Eisuke.

“Our parents were good friends, when MC’s sadly passed away I brought her here to the hotel so she had work and a place to live. So, you could say we are friends” Eisuke replied, smiling kindly in MC’s direction. “Now, MC came all the way up here Ota, state your business”.

“Oh… yes right. MC, I’m Ota and I’d like you to take a look at a few of my drawings before I ask you something. Please, consider what I have to say before you say anything.” Ota pleaded slightly, and MC, confused, nodded.

Ota showed MC his drawings of her from the last few weeks. With each new drawing, the confusion but also surprise in MC’s eyes intensified.

“A-are they all of me?” MC exclaimed, looking up at Ota.

“Yes… you see, whenever I saw you I just had this urge to draw. I haven’t felt this creative urge in months. So please, please would you consider agreeing to be a model for my drawings? A couple of hours 2 or 3 times a week. We could talk pay?”

Eisuke and MC looked at each other and laughed. Ota was confused. Why were they laughing?

“No, we don’t need to talk pay” MC responded, still giggling. 

“But please--!” Ota began to beg before Eisuke stopped him.

“Ota don’t beg. She isn’t saying no to modelling for you”

“She isn’t?” Ota looked bewildered, both Eisuke and MC smiled, chuckling again.

“No, she’s a nice girl Ota. She’ll help you out, won’t you MC”

“If you really think I’m good enough as a model for your art, I would happily help you” MC smiled.

And that smile was the beginning of Ota’s fall. As the weeks turned to months, and months turned to a year, then another and another, MC did as she promised. She sat and modelled however Ota asked for a couple of hours, 3 times a week. 

As they got to know each other better, their time together wasn’t just spent modelling and drawing. MC had shown Ota her own drawings, and while she hadn’t been too happy with them, Ota could see she was talented, she just needed guidance to reach her potential. 

So, Ota taught her. He showed her better techniques, gifted her better utensils, offering her guidance. During this time, she showed him smiles so full and bright, that falling in love with her was inescapable. 

Ota could feel himself tensing. He had known about Mason, of course he had. But knowing about Mason was never going to be enough to prevent him falling so completely for her. 

And if she was going to move in with him, Ota feared he would lose everything. His best friend, his muse, the woman he loved. All would disappear. All at once.

“No.” One voice sounded above the others. Eisuke’s.

“What do you mean, ‘no’? It is hardly your decision Eisuke” MC responded angrily. She was the only person capable of standing up to Eisuke. Perhaps due to knowing each other since childhood.

“I mean no. MC think about everything you have told us about him. I have tried to be patient and wait for you to end this farce of a relationship, I have kept quiet and kept out of your business. However, if you are serious about moving in with him, then I will step in and prevent that.” Eisuke spoke with authority. He spoke of everything each of the others were thinking but did not say themselves.

The truth was, Mason was controlling and had on occasion been physically violent towards MC. The guys had all at one point had to step him to keep MC from being badly hurt.

Without fully controlling and watching her constantly, they couldn’t stop her from sneaking out to meet him.

The decision to move in together, would prevent them from having any ability to protect her.

It had been Ota who first told Eisuke he suspected MC was being mistreated. Cuts and bruises on her arms, legs and back were visible on occasion when she was modelling for him.

When he asked her about them she brushed him off. “Oh, I’m just clumsy” or “Must have been while I was working”. Typical responses she would give.

“You can’t stop this Eisuke… it’s already happened. Anyway, things will get better living together. He won’t be worrying about what I’m doing all the time because I will be there at home”

“MC… don’t you see how that’s another way he will control you?” Ota tried to intervene, offer a calmer voice. But Eisuke wouldn’t have it.

“Shut it Ota. MC this man has hurt you. He controls you. We care about you MC. Too much to let you go and live with that man. I’m sorry, truly, but I can’t let you put yourself in danger any longer. You are to stay here, until we have spoken about this properly. In one of the suites here in the penthouse. You choose.”

“Dammit Eisuke!” Anger boiled in MC’s eyes, Ota was glad Eisuke was intervening but he hated seeing MC hurt.

“She can stay with me.” Ota spoke up, and everyone looked towards him. MC momentarily seemed to calm down at that thought. “Makes sense, she spends a lot of time with me anyway with the art stuff”

“Fine, I’ll stay with Ota. For now.” MC barked before storming off. Everyone watching after her. 

“She’ll understand, I’m just doing what is best for her.” Eisuke stated, his eyes focusing in the direction she left. 

“You’re doing the right thing.” Ota replied, following after MC.

**

A few hours had passed since Eisuke had placed MC under 'house arrest'. Ota had sat on the sofa in his suite silently sketching as he waited for MC to come out of the bathroom she had locked herself in. 

His blank page had soon been filled with a silhouette drawing of MC sitting in a windowsill.

He was just beginning to add the finishing touches when he heard the sound of the bathroom lock clicking open.

Looking up he saw MC emerge, looking sheepish. Placing his sketchpad on the table, Ota headed into the kitchen and prepared two coffees. 

“Thank you” MC whispered as she gratefully accepted the drink from him. A satisfied sigh leaking from her lips after the first sip.

Ota noticed she had begun to relax and so he silently continued to sketch. He figured he would wait for her to be ready to speak.

Although, he did not have to wait for long.

“I know Eisuke and you guys are only looking out for me…”

“Mhm” Ota replied, letting her know he was listening. Encouraging her to continue.

“I know I need to be away from Mason… I know how he treats me is wrong. But I’m scared, Ota… he knows where I am at all times. When I’ve been around you guys, his behaviour is worse… I thought leaving was the right thing. I thought… I thought I could help him, make things easier for him” MC stuttered, weeping as she spoke.

“MC… there is no way we could rightly let you go back. We have made that mistake too many times. You aren’t safe there. And you’re telling me you’re scared? That alone tells me Eisuke is doing what is best, not letting you leave.”

“But Ota… if I don’t go… he’ll just get angrier…” MC cried.

“That is why it is safest for you to stay here. He can’t get you if you are here. I promise, you’re safe here with me… *cough* I mean with us” Ota hastily corrected himself, dragging MC into a warm, tight embrace.

The scent of her perfume filled his senses. She smelt like cherry blossoms. The smell warming Ota’s heart. It made him wish to hold on tighter. Although, truthfully, it wasn’t the nostalgic smell that he wished to hold on to so dearly.

It was her.

This beautiful, wonderful woman who had come into his boring life, and filled it with so much joy. So much colour. 

Someone like her crappy boyfriend, who didn’t know how to treat her properly was undeserving of such an angel. He would cherish her. He would love her how she deserved to be loved. Treat her with the care and kindness she warranted. She should be with him, he thought.

As he felt MC return his embrace, Ota placed a tender kiss to her forehead. Feeling her nuzzle into his touch, he lingered. Bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. The action bringing a blossom pink blush to them. A look that made her all the more endearing. 

As MC looked up into Ota’s eyes, he brought his forehead to rest against hers. Everything felt right. In that moment, Ota felt like they were connecting on a deeper level. Her eyes hadn’t left his.

Her wide eyes, beckoned him closer. 

And closer…

And closer…

Until.

“I need to go speak to Eisuke!” MC suddenly pulled herself away.

Out of his embrace. Ota was shocked for a moment. Frozen in place. Before he suddenly nodded, agreeing. 

MC hurried from his suite, not before sparing one last glance in his direction. 

Was her heart racing like his? He hadn’t imagined that moment, had he? They were… they were about to kiss?

Right?

**

It had been a few days since Ota and MC almost shared their would-be kiss.

Things had been relatively normal between them. They still spent their free time drawing together, with Ota teaching MC better techniques, while MC modelled for his art.

MC had spoken with Eisuke and apologised for her outburst. She was honest with how she was feeling, and had explained to Eisuke she was actually grateful that they would be helping free her from a relationship which had been making her miserable for a long time. 

While they may have gotten her out of the home she had been in. They were having to keep her hidden away in the penthouse.

Particularly since Mason’s anger at her being taken from him was at its peak. He was sending horrid messages. Angry phone calls. Creating disturbances in the hotel. 

All the while, Ota ensured MC was with him safe, while Eisuke and the others prevented Mason from getting any closer. 

Mamoru had actively encouraged MC to report the harassment she was receiving. However, she blamed herself for his temper and outbursts. 

She was the one who was abandoning him. She was the one who had moved in with him one second, and disappeared the next.

Yes, it was unhealthy. Yes, she knew that it was unsafe for her to return. But logic defied her. Logic wasn’t enough to make her feel like she was doing the right thing. For both her and Mason.

She had almost gone back.

A number of times she almost broke down and returned.

See that’s the hold these people hold over you. They are capable of making you blame yourself. Making you think that they need you, to be ok. When in reality they are taking every ounce of your confidence, worth, belief. Destroying it, until you rely on them solely. 

This was something Ota and the others had been showing MC she was better than. That she was worth something. That she mattered. 

To Ota… she was everything. And he was adamant he would make sure he built her back up. Build her confidence, show her how much she was worth. Help her believe in herself again. 

And he would do it in the only way he knew how. 

His art.

**

A few months had passed since the bidders had pulled MC out of her relationship.

After a month and a half Mason finally gave up.

He stopped messaging, calling, showing up at the hotel. He had suddenly become eerily silent.

Ota had had to promise MC that Eisuke and Soryu had not ‘taken care of’ Mason. Although, he couldn’t promise that they had not given him a helping hand in encouraging him to back off. 

After 2 months, MC had moved back into the staff dorms. Back into her old room. Ota missed her company in his suite. It was quiet without her. But it did give him the time to work alone on his creation. 

After deciding he was going to show MC exactly what she meant to him, he had begun designing his largest art piece yet. 

He was creating a time lapse piece. Each canvas displayed a different part of the story.

From a young girl falling in love, to the pain of being trapped in a controlling relationship, to finally breaking free, and ending with the beauty of a woman as bright as the sun, walking to her future. 

He was detailing her story. He wanted to show her just how magnificent she had become, how brightly she shone. Show her she was worth so much more than what she had once believed.

He called the piece…

A journey to self-love.

Each stroke of his paintbrush had been filled with his love for MC. Every dab of paint and colour held greater meaning than any piece he had completed before.

Every section had a purpose.

It was his greatest masterpiece. Just as she had become his greatest love.

When Ota had finally completed the piece, he invited the bidder’s to be the first to view it. He could guarantee they would be honest with him. They would tell him if he had captured the essence of what he wanted. 

Especially Eisuke. His harshest critic. Particularly where MC was concerned. 

Everyone was silent as they walked around the gallery. Moving from one canvas to the next. Ota could see in their eyes they were moved. They were impressed. 

Eisuke had stopped in front of the last canvas. His eyes seemed softer as they gazed at the detailed painting of MC. Ota knew he was gazing at her with the care and love of an older brother. 

The other bidder’s left, leaving the pair alone in front of the final canvas. 

Ota waited with bated breath. What would he say? 

“It’s perfect. You truly captured her journey. Thank you.” Eisuke whispered, eyes still focused on the canvas, before he continued. “She’s in love with you, too, you know. She told me, about your almost kiss… that was when she realised” Ota’s breath hitched. He had hoped, but was never certain. “Look after her”.

“I will.” Ota replied, a smile gracing his features. “Do you think she’ll like it?” He asked nervously.

“Mhm” Eisuke nodded, the gruffness back in his voice. Finally, he turned away from the canvas. Placing one strong hand onto Ota’s shoulder, before striding from the gallery.

All that was left for Ota to do now… was show MC. He desperately hoped she would like it, and understand how he feels.

**

Ota kept his hands covering MC’s eyes. She giggled as he awkwardly tried to lead her into the gallery. He placed her in front of the first canvas. Taking a deep breath, he whispered quietly into her ear.

“This is my greatest masterpiece…” slowly releasing her eyes. 

The time MC took to adjust to the light felt like eternity to Ota, as he waited for some sort of reaction from her. Anything.

He watched as she took in each canvas. Spending time to truly appreciate each, and every one. Each stroke. Each detail. 

The way she always took her time when observing his art always filled Ota was glee and satisfaction. For her, his muse, his love, to enjoy his creations… well, it filled his heart.

Ota noticed the changes in MC’s features as she went from one canvas to the next.

How she smiled in reminiscence at the young couples love blooming. How her features darkened and her smile faded at the young woman being trapped. The way her eyes shook with unhealed pain as she observed the pain the woman in the painting felt too.

And finally, he saw as her eyes glistened with unshed tears, sparkled with joy, as she observed the final canvas. The canvas which showed the woman as bright as the sun, journeying on into a better future.

MC turned to Ota, but before she could say anything he pulled her into a crushing embrace. 

“You are incredible, MC. You have come so far. You are worth so so much. You truly do shine brighter than the sun, and I just needed you to know, just how amazing you are. How much you mean to—” Before Ota could finish, MC interrupted him. 

With a kiss.

A deep, all consuming, kiss. 

The softness of her lips pressing to his own, filled Ota to the brim. A satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he joined her in deepening their kiss. 

Their tongues danced together to the beat of their own song. His hands snaking around her waist to pull her to him. He felt as her body shivered in obvious pleasure.

After what felt like forever, yet not long enough, they pulled away from each other. 

“Thank you, Ota” MC whispered, as she attempted to calm her breathing. A single tear drop rolling down her fevered stained cheek. 

Ota reached up, gently caressing her cheek, as though to dry her tears. He peppered featherlight kisses to her eyelids, cheeks, forehead, nose. The gesture resulting in a soft giggle from his loves lips. 

“I love you, MC” Ota finally breathed the words he hadn’t dared share in the years he had known her. “I always have. Please, please let me continue to love you”

“I love you too, Ota. So much”.

Her honest, heartfelt declaration brought immense joy to Ota. He lifted her up into his arms before crashing his lips to hers once again.

Finally, the angelic artist had captured the heart of his muse. His love. His sunlight. 

And like how his art would remain part of this world, he hoped their love too, would never fade.

[otomefoxystar]

I have an amazing idea could you write it please? Okay so in this kbtbb fic idea Mc (us) dies and they get a chance to redo that day on one condition which is giving up all their riches it can be Eisuke or honestly any of them that’s rich like oda soryu etc

Oh Goodness I went off the deep end on this one! It went way longer than I intended. Anyways I hope you like it