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Hi!! Just saw ur post announcing that you’ll be taking requests so I’d love to send one in! I would love love LOVE a timeskip! Tobio x supermodel/influencer/celebrity gf who is like the IT girl of Tokyo and is super gorgeous Bcs I’ve just forever had this thought that timeskip tobio just SUITS so well w like specifically a famous celebrity that compliments him yk?? And not to mention he’s also canonically attractive like YESS. It just makes so much sense bcs I def think Kageyama fits into the unpopular/quiet guy trope with the ultimate sunshine/popular gf yk?? So so excited to read it!! <33

i LOVEEE this idea. i think his personality perfectly contrasts a popular/famous cosmo girl. i kind of went crazy with this one, and it has it's own little twist on it so the two aren't initially dating (also enjoy the lev cameo <3). hope you like it!!

timeskip! kageyama x celebrity/model! reader

4.0k words

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You live a pretty normal life. You have lots of friends, lots of clothes, and your very own makeup brand. Plus, you have millions of followers on all of your social medias, enough brand deals and fan mail to fill up an entire house, and weekly photoshoots for fashion magazines. And not to mention a beautiful penthouse in the most expensive part of Tokyo. Okay, maybe your life isn't that normal.

At only 23, you've been on the cover of famous magazines (both in your home country and abroad), developed your own million-dollar beauty brand, and even starred in a few popular movies. The spotlight has always seemed to find you.

When you were younger, you participated in pageants, first locally and eventually moving up to larger-scale competitions. You would start to get spots in commercials for random products. You had become locally well-known, however it would be at the end of your teens that you would be catapulted into real stardom.

When you were 19, you were crowned Miss Universe Japan and were the runner-up for the Miss Universe competition. Ever since, you had become a national celebrity and were known internationally as well. You now lived a lavish lifestyle and surrounded yourself with glamorous possessions and people (though not to say you didn't appreciate and even miss your life before fame). As Tokyo's beloved 'it' girl, your life is exciting and lots of business at the same time.

Which brings you to now, you were sitting in the backseat of your car after just leaving your manager's office. You kept replaying the conversation you just had with Mr. Gushiken.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say" you admitted.

"You're going on 24 (Y/n), and you've never publicly dated anyone! You're going to become less relatable if you keep it up" he warned. Your manager has been on your case about getting into a relationship to boost people's view of you. Personally, you didn't care how relatable you are, but the more you thought the more you realized people might find it weird that their favorite megastar hasn't shown any sign of a love life. That didn't mean you wanted a 'pr' relationship though. You want love to find you, you don't want to force it or fake it. If that means waiting for the right person then so be it.

When you finally come back to reality, your driver informs you that you're almost to your destination. Your manager booked you a shoot for some designer handbag brand that's going to pay you a large sum for the photos. You're even getting a free purse from their new line, so you're not going to complain.

Entering the studio, you're greeted by an intern and shown to the set area. You're caught off guard when you see Lev Haiba at the set with you. You are aware of him, though you've never collaborated with him before. You most often see him in perfume/cologne advertisements, while you usually appear for fashion brands.

With the context that your manager wants you in a relationship, though, you start thinking that maybe you're being set up. A sinking feeling in your chest causes you to consider what dating Lev would be like, and then onto Lev himself. What is he like?

"Hey (L/n), it's nice to work with you!" Lev excitedly greets you. He has a wide grin on his face and talks faster than you can even keep up with.

"I'm happy to work with you too Lev" you smile back. You make your decision then and there.

Lev is very handsome, he's a model for crying out loud! But he isn't your type. Superficially, you've always been into tall guys with dark hair. But honestly, appearance didn't matter to you as long as he had certain other traits. Personality-wise, you liked when guys aren't like yourself. You find yourself clashing with Lev simply because the two of you are very similar in your dispositions. It's nice as a friend and colleague relationship, but you don't see it working out romantically.

"Alright Ms. (L/n), please follow me" a younger man calls for your attention and lead you to a dressing/makeup room. Your makeup took a little over half an hour, and then you were helped into the elegant red dress you were given for the shoot.

Following the same man back out, you see Lev already waiting for you so the shoot can begin. You shake hands with the photographer before getting some individual shots with the bags. Then, they decide to have the two of you do some photos together. At first, it's innocent enough, but then they start asking you to get into some slightly more intimate poses. For example, the photographer has their intern move you two into a pose where your back is to Lev's chest. They have him place his arms around you while you hold a handbag (and he has one over his shoulder). It's a very couple-y pose and you can just picture your manager scheming with the shoot photographer. The thing that finally puts you over the edge is when they expect you and Lev to kiss. That basically confirms your suspicion that this was some sort of plot to make the public see you and Lev as a couple and spark a pr relationship between two models. Your heart picks up its pace, but not in a positive way. You start to breathe heavier and feel on the bring of an anxiety attack. The only thing really stopping you is knowing how it could affect your reputation.

It's too much. I need to get out of here.

You settle for a kiss on the cheek, before announcing that you're not feeling very well and rushing off the set and back to your dressing room. You chug from your water bottle and breathe deeply, knuckles white as you clutch the edge of the table. You give yourself a few minutes to breathe before quickly getting out of the red dress and slipping into a slightly more casual black one. You grab your purse and walk back down the hallway, saying thank yous and byes to people as you go.

You give a more personal goodbye to Lev, and give him a kind smile to show that it's not his fault that you ran out. He smiles back at you in understanding as you leave the building, your driver waiting out front for you. The sun is getting lower in the sky, and the streets are still bustling.

After that interesting shoot, you really need to unwind. You have your driver bring you to an upscale club in the heart of Tokyo. You aren't an alcoholic by any means, but you really wanted a distraction and didn't think you would find it in your quiet apartment.

 Finally reaching your destination, your bodyguard opens the door for you. You thank your driver before walking up to the entrance of the club. Several of the people in line excitedly point at you, whisper-shouting that you're even prettier in person and various other compliments. You grin at them before happily greeting the bouncer. This is a club you frequent, and the bouncer is used to seeing you.

You walk inside and immediately feel the speakers vibrating the floor. This dark front hallway merely conceals the colorful dance floor and lit-up bar. One of your favorite things about this club is the lighting perfect for insta pictures. You say hi to some of the people you recognize before feeling the need for a drink.

You head to the VIP section and take a seat. Your bodyguard is hidden away in the back, giving you some semblance of privacy while still ensuring that he'll be ready at a moment's notice, though you doubt you'll need his assistance here. While waiting for the server, you look down from the indoor balcony that gives a view of the dance floor. There are actually a lot more people here than usual, now that you think about it. There's a lot of really tall, really hot guys here tonight on top of that. A server comes by and you order a drink before asking about all of the extra people here tonight. He tells you that Japan's national volleyball team are here

You wait for your drink by doing some more people-watching. You look around the VIP area from the chair you're on when your gaze falls on a man across the room. He seems vaguely familiar, but you can't put a name to the face you're currently openly staring at. He's insanely attractive and fits the tall, dark, and handsome archetype to a T. Even from where you're sitting you can tell he's particularly muscular, and his features are sharply defined.

Is it cheesy and cliché to say this is love at first sight? You can't think of another way to describe it. You feel your heart start to thump faster in your chest, and unlike earlier it's a positive feeling. You look back at him and to your surprise, find that you're making eye contact with him before he quickly averts his eyes. 

Did you just catch him staring at you? Now you have to find out about him. By going over to him and asking? Well no, he had three other guys currently sitting at his booth with him, which runs the risk of him blowing you off even if he is interested. So you do what makes the most sense and ask random clubgoers about him instead of approaching him. Like any drunk person down there would ignore a pretty girl anyway. You head down to the dance floor, where the music is nearly deafening, and try to ask around to find out who this guy is. It takes only one person to find out the identity of the handsome 'stranger'.

A girl around your age is able to tell you that it's Kageyama Tobio, a professional volleyball player. That explains his excellent physique. You look his name up on your phone and sure enough find the man and numerous pictures of him throughout his career. Damn is he hot, especially in his action shots. You also realize you've definitely seen him online before, probably in a headline as part of his impressive volleyball team without even realizing it. Apparently, he's a very talented setter and a key part of his team, despite being one of the younger ones on the team (when you see he's 24 you want to yell out loud that finally an attractive guy is actually your age and not a questionable amount older).

You're told by others that he's 'emotionally unavailable' and that he is already in a committed relationship (with volleyball) though. You aren't going to let that stop you, plus he was actually staring back at you earlier. That has to count for something! Besides, even if it doesn't work out, the chase itself is fun.

You make your way back up to your seat. You feel eyes on you and find him at the other side of the VIP intently staring at you again. One of his teammates (you assume) is sat across from him, though his attention is clearly on you. You wave at him and give him a flirtatious wink, which causes him to furrow his brows. He looks behind and then around himself while you continue to stare at him. Is he really so surprised you're interested in him? Does he not know how attractive he is?

When he's finally alone, you decide to make your move. Pushing your chair back, you make your way over.

"Hi. Mind if I sit?" you ask. You're not going to beat around the bush or worse- make him feel like he's wasting his time.

He looks at you, likely recognizing you as the beautiful woman across the room that seemed interested in him. He then takes in the rest of you, and you're happy you had decided to wear a short but flattering black dress that highlights your favorite features.

"Hey. No" he shortly responds. He shifts over in the booth despite the entire rest of it being empty. You take the opportunity to be close to him and sit in the area he made space for. You bump his shoulder accidentally before placing your drink down.

You sit down and get a good look at him up close for the first time. You have to say, he's even more attractive in person compared to your phone screen. His eye contact with you is inconsistent, as you'll catch his gaze for a few seconds before he looks away with pink cheeks. "I haven't seen you here before" you say, "what are you doing here tonight?" you question, taking a sip of your drink. You want to hear from him, even though you kind of already know the answer. You look up at him to find him already looking at you, for some reason surprised that a pretty girl is actually this interested in speaking with him. After several moments of his incredulous look, he finally answers you.

"I'm on Japan's national volleyball team" he explained, "we're here for 'team bonding' or something". He doesn't say much but you find yourself hanging on every word he speaks. He has an alluringly deep voice that you noticed more with his longer sentence. "I know who you are" he says.

You're shocked by his sudden assertion. Honestly, you shouldn't be because you're literally one of the most famous people in Tokyo, but still. You honestly feel kind of bad that you hadn't really known who he was when he caught your eye from across the room earlier.

"Really?" you ask.

"Who doesn't?" he responds. 

Kageyama does know you. He knows a lot about you, truthfully. You've been his 'celebrity crush' for several years, ever since he happened to see you on the Miss Universe competition representing his country. 

He had been visiting home, watching tv with his sister. Miwa has always been a big fan of reality tv and beauty competitions. He hadn't really been paying much attention to what she was watching, opting to play some random game on his phone while waiting for dinner. That was until his sister started freaking out and squealing at the tv. Who was the older sibling again?

"Tobio it's her! Miss Universe Japan!" she excitedly shouted. "She's so beautiful" she had quieted down a little, but still had her eyes glued to the screen. Kageyama looked up from his phone and at the screen and was surprised to see a breathtakingly beautiful girl wearing the 'Miss Japan' sash. She was smiling brightly and he felt a thump in his chest even though the smile wasn't directly aimed at him.

Words on the bottom of the screen came up: 'Miss Universe Japan: (L/n) (Y/n)'. He immediately went to look up your name online, and found plenty of pictures of you, along with your instagram with hundreds of thousands of followers. He only scrolled for a few seconds before following you and looking back up at the screen, entranced.

It was a whole new thing to see you in front of him now. Slightly older from the first time he had laid eyes on you, but still just as alluring. Your smile still makes his heart skip.

"Well, I'm honored that the Kageyama Tobio knows me" you say. He merely stares back at you in awe at finally meeting you in person as he tries to think of something to say.

One of your favorite poppy songs comes on and you excitedly jump up. He gets slightly nervous at your quick action.

"Dance with me?" you ask. You have a wide smile on your face and hold your hand out to him.

"I don't dance" he tells you. Which is true. Whenever he comes to clubs or bars, he feels out of place. While his friends and teammates are able to unwind and attract the attention of women, he finds it much harder to do either. He's much too quiet and emotionally reserved to hold the attention of most women, while others are put off by his 'unsettling' smile.

"It'll be fun! There's so many people here no one will be looking at you anyway, you have nothing to be worried about" you reason. You can clearly see the inner turmoil written on his face.

Little do you know, Kageyama is so nervous he's going to embarrass himself in front of you. He's never gotten this much personal attention from such a gorgeous girl, let alone a famous one he'd been crushing on for several years. He's almost always had fangirls, but people have always said he's unapproachable and too volleyball-minded for girls to ever have any attraction beyond physical. You've been talking to him for this long though, so he can't help but think this is different and you might actually be genuinely interested in him.

He mutters a small 'ok' and you take your chance before he can change his mind. You grab his hand and pull him from the booth and down the stairs all the way to the dance floor. Turning around to face him, you have to look up to meet his eyes again. Definitely over 6 foot, but he doesn't tower over you as much as Lev does. It's a good, happy medium. He's standing very stiff and looking around at everyone before he looks back down to you. You give him a warm smile, encouraging him to loosen up a little.

You decide it seems like he needs you to help him. You grab his hands and sway back and forth in a goofy way. He only follows your actions, letting himself be wildly flailed around by you. He can't help the smile that breaks out onto his face, one he hasn't let himself show to anyone in a very long time (due to the many comments people had made about it). When you give him a strange look, he quickly tries to go back to his straight face and pulls his hands out of yours, turning around so you can't see his expression. He's already managed to mess up.

That's not how you see it. You're surprised at how his smile makes you feel. You finally understand what people are talking about when they say they have butterflies in their stomach. You feel light and airy, while also being tied down to this world next to him. Your entire body heats up and you swear you're about to catch on fire. You haven't felt this way for a guy in a very long time, especially not this quickly. Everything about him demands your attention and makes you wish you didn't need to blink so you never have to miss a glimpse of him.

"Your smile is cute" you tell him honestly. It's a little unconventional, but you mean what you say. You can tell it's genuine and true, and that in itself is what makes it so beautiful. He gives you a strange look with something you can't really grasp. The best way to describe it is like he's really seeing you for the first time. Not just your face, your body, your looks. He sees into you.

"You're gorgeous" he tells you. It's something you've heard thousands of times but it holds an entirely different meaning when you hear it from his mouth. You glance up at him and find him giving you an intense look of admiration and maybe even more.

"Kiss me" you whisper. He doesn't respond verbally, and instead grants you your request. The butterflies in your stomach explode and go all over your body. It's an amazing sensation that leads you wanting more. His lips are slightly chapped, and you have to admit he seems slightly inexperienced, but you don't care. If anything, it's endearing. You hear some of the people (they sound like guys so you guess they're probably his teammates) whistle and holler in your general direction, but neither of you pay any mind to it. His arms fold around your back and pull you in closer, causing you to reach up and place your arms over his shoulders and around his neck. After what feels like forever, you pull away though he follows you. You hide your face and just embrace him. He's so warm and the feeling calms you. You feel safe with him, and wish the two of you could just be alone with each other.

You tell him as much, and he offers up his place for the two of you to go. You smile at him before texting your driver and your bodyguard (who was watching you now), telling them the address you would be heading to.

Honestly, the rest of the night is history.

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A package turned up at your apartment, something which at first makes you a little nervous. Being as famous as you are, it's unsettling to think a 'fan' might show up at your door or have bad intentions with you. Fortunately, the package is addressed to you from your manager. Why not just text me, we're in the 21st century? you think, but pass it off as him being an 'old man' (he's about 50, so you decide).

You sit down with the package on the couch in your patio. Opening it up, you find one of the most popular celeb news magazines and immediately recognize the two people on the cover. It's a picture of you and Tobio walking down the sidewalk after one of your recent coffee dates. He had been walking you to one of your friends apartment buildings to visit her (and more importantly her dog). The photographer had caught you animatedly talking about God knows what, but you were more interested in Tobio. He was looking at you intently with the faintest smile that most people probably wouldn't notice. If they didn't notice that, though, they definitely would notice the look in his eyes: lovestruck. If it was a cartoon you were sure he would have literal hearts in his eyes. You held your frappuccino in the hand not intertwined with Tobio's. Though you could find paparazzi annoying and even creepy at times, you have to admit you love everything about this picture.

The picture of course has a caption. In big letters it reads:

'Tokyo's Hottest New Couple!: (L/n) (Y/n) & Kageyama Tobio are official!'

You can't help the smile on your face. Flipping through the pages, you finally come to the one about you and Kageyama. A small slip of paper falls out when you do so, and you find it's a note from your manager:

Congratulations on front cover again. He's a keeper - Gushiken-san

"What's that?" a familiar voice behind you questions. You feel arms wrap around you and you smile. It seems someone's finally gotten out of bed.

"Us" you show him the cover, to which he makes a low hum in response.

"I'm putting this on the fridge" you joke. You turn around to face him in all of his bedhead glory, wrapping your arms up around his shoulders.

"Seriously? I look weird in that picture" he scoffs. You playfully swat him for making such an objectively wrong claim. You always help him with his self-esteem. He never doubts his abilities in volleyball, but in nearly ever other part of his life he needs some assistance. Even now that the two of you are actually dating he doesn't feel worthy enough, friendly enough, attractive enough for someone like you. You do everything you can to convince him otherwise. He is worthy, sweet to you, and definitely attractive enough.

"You look handsome in it! But you always do so I'm not sure why you're surprised" you teasingly flirt. His cheeks darken and you reach up to pinch one. He moves his head away but moves back to gaze sweetly into your eyes. You look back just as sweet, and can't help but be lost in his beautiful blue eyes.

"If you say so" he responds with a kiss to your cheek. You respond with a kiss to his lips, followed by many more.

suguru w a tongue piercing eating out reader in the shower🫶❤️❤️

GAWD

🌟: fem. reader, geto eats it from the back, 18+

“baby wait a sec,” geto mumbled— he had just got done washing you up, soap rinsed all off your body, and just as you were about to leave the shower, he softly grips onto your waist. “c'mere.”

“huh?”

you stare at your boyfriend, a brow raising in utter confusion—

before now, you‘re pressed up against the pane, whining while geto was kneeled down, tongue deep, rough hands spreading your ass just a bit while water trickled down your trembly body.

“f—fuck suguru . . . ” you gasped, and he was so sloppy, entirely, as soon as you felt his tongue piercing collide against your folds, it was just enough to make your knees go weak. “oh my g—god…”

he started slow at first— lapping his tongue up and down against your sweet puffy cunt. your entire body was wet, especially between your legs. the both of you were drenched, the shower water still running— it was warm, yet none of that mattered because the only thing your mind was focused on was geto‘s tongue.

his messy sloppy tongue.

the tiny ball on his tongue— the piercing only added more stimulation. it tickled, but you were nowhere near laughing right now.

“mfp—”

he grunts, and within seconds, he‘s already nose deep, devouring your sweet folds with his tongue, each suck makes you whine, holding onto the shower railing.

he starts to be playful, making sweet kisses against your pussy, lapping his tongue up again— yet makes sure to have your legs spread just for him to finish eating.

“suguruuu fuck,” you whimpered, his mouth having an entire mind of its own. by this point, he was making out with your clit— relaxing his facial muscles, pretty black lashes closed as he maneuvered his tongue in a orderly fashion. the sucking noises he made— slurp or no slurp it was so nasty, geto was nasty, and proud of it too.

he‘d eat you out any day without question.

his tongue is so lewd, he slows himself, it goes up and down against your dripping soaked folds, and his piercing is just rubbing against your nub.

it‘s too good.

one moment you two were taking a warm shower together— the next, he‘s deep between your thighs dragging out the most filthiest whines and sobs from you.

“sorry baby. couldn‘t help myself,”

geto chuckles, bringing more kisses towards your sweet cunt. it was just dripping— water poured down the crevices of your thighs. the shower water sang throughout your ears as you bit down on your lip. it was as if his lips were attached to your folds, swirling his tongue— playing with his piercing that prodded against your entrance. “gotta have a taste before you— mfph— leave.”

you whimpered, rubbing your glossy lips together, gripping tightly onto the shower railing.

occasionally, geto had to move some long strands of hair away from his face as he devoured you. so tasty—

a meal he could never get enough of. both rough hands of his had your ass spread just a bit, and it wasn‘t long at all before your very own slick started to coat his chin.

geto was most definitely pussydrunk.

he spread your wet lips just a little— to spit a bit on it before pressing his lips on your folds again, flicking his tongue a bit faster now and you nearly feel your knees buckle, his piercing on his tongue quite literally fucking you along with geto‘s tongue.

geto was so greedy,

he‘d have such a firm grip on your ass, and once he‘d finish— dragging out climax after climax, he‘d bring you into a loving kiss, making sure you taste how nasty you were for him on his tongue.

More whimpering toji pls !! 😔😔

★ cw: f! reader, overstim, unprotected, cowgirl, 18+

could you just imagine riding toji after he came inside you. he‘d be so sensitive— insanely so he didn‘t even sound like himself.

he‘d be laid back against the bed, panting as you‘re riding him, half-lidded eyes flickering towards your waist, the way your hips rolled and moved against him. he grunts from the sheer stimulation while you whine— he‘s so deep, buried balls deep as you went up and down against his lap.

you grew dumber and dumber from his tip, biting down on your lip as your hands gripped onto his thighs before toji groans. “s—shit.. gonna c—”

and before he could finish his words— you feel him shoot inside, dumping a thick velvety load inside of you— you slow down for a bit to stare at toji, he looks so pretty. panting, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead before he brings you in for a kiss.

you kiss back, a smile on your lips— hearing him lowly grunt in your mouth before that’s when you move your hips again— back slightly arching and you’re riding him again after he came.

an abrupt whimper leaves toji‘s mouth as you’re still kissing him before he pulls away, his voice not that deep anymore. “ah—o—oh fuck— f-fuckkk..”

you stare at toji as you‘re moving your hips, and his head’s thrown back—

it’s unintentionally attractive,

especially with the way his left hand grips firmly onto your wrist. his right thigh bounced as he‘s overstimulated from just releasing— another tiny whimper leaves his mouth.

“didn‘t— think you‘d keep fucking ridin' me…” he huffs out in a low breath, and his face is so flustered, he tries to hide a good portion of his face with his hand and it‘s honestly cute. “shit—”

“should i stop?” you mumbled with a tiny smug grin forming, leaning in to kiss toji on the right side of his mouth— where his scar was.

“no.” he grumbles, and you giggled, seeing a tiny pout form on toji‘s face.

the more you stared at him, the more embarrassed he became—

it was as if his mood switched entirely. maybe this was the reason why he hated whenever you rode him. toji preferred fucking you, instead of the other way around. he wasn‘t fond of you being on top— because things like this would happen.

he‘d slip out a whimper after being insanely sensitive, and he barely got over it last time but now he was even more embarrassed.

“okay toji,” you hummed, leaning in to give him a kiss. toji briefly closed his eyes, kissing back— his tongue softly grazing against yours, a hand pressing down on your thigh before he whimpers again in your mouth once you start to quicken your pace just a little.

“i’m—f—fuckin' sensitive still—”

he pants, breaking away for a moment, his low voice pitching high just a bit.

as you‘re buried with his cock shoved deep between your tight squeezing walls, you smile, watching toji bawl up a fist, rubbing his hand against his thigh— his eyes are low and start to roll back just a bit.

“fuckin' hell. 's making me feel too good, princess.”

he grunts, his voice sounding whiner and whiner throughout each breathy word that leaves his lips.

“never— lettin' you ride me ever again after this. s—shit..”

nanami drabble based on this

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again

AS A NEIGHBOUR (who is as lonely as i) | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: kuroo swings by after another the disastrous date

-> cw: SFW, neighbours!au, kuroo and reader are both middle aged, dilf!kuroo

-> wc: 1.6k

-> a/n: none

-> series masterlist

You sniffle loudly as you blow your nose again, dabbing at the tears still flowing freely down your face. Tonight was a disaster. There has to be something wrong with you. Why else would all the dates you’ve been on end so badly? At first you put it down to bad luck, that the men you’ve been seeing, although around your own age, are just as childish as any younger man, lacking any real intentions to settle down with a partner. At this stage in your life, you haven’t got the time or the energy for games. But just because you don’t take shit, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when you fail, over and over and over. 

Maybe your standards are just too high. Maybe you really are ‘past your prime’, as much as you detest the idea. Maybe men are just less inclined to treat you properly because there are much prettier women out there. There has to be some truth to it, otherwise you would’ve found at least one man to seriously date after all this time. There must be a reason for all of this. Truth be told, you’re tired of trying, exhausted even. After all, there’s only so much loneliness one person can stand, and you think you’re starting to hit your limit.

Just as you rise from your couch to go and wash off your ruined makeup, there’s a knock at your door. A quick glance at the clock tells you that it is precisely 11pm. With a sigh, you trudge towards the front door to answer it, looking like a picture of misery. Who could be visiting you at this hour?

“Oh, it’s you,” you blurt out in surprise. “It’s a bit late for you isn’t it?”

“Please, I’m not that old yet,” Kuroo chuckles goodnaturedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. “I just wanted to check up on you and see how your date went.” He pauses, quickly scanning your features. “Though I can probably guess the answer.”

“Shitty,” you huff, stepping aside to let him in. “Really fucking shitty.”

“Yikes.”

“I should be used to it by now, considering,” you gesture vaguely with your hand and he offers you a sympathetic smile. 

“Tell you what, how about you go and take your makeup off and get comfy, while I make us some tea and you can tell me all about how shitty it was, yeah?”

You heave a sigh and nod sullenly. “Okay.”

Besides getting involved with awful men, you’re also neighbours with the most wonderful one you’ve ever met. Kuroo Tetsuro. When you moved into the apartment next to his, he had popped over to welcome you with a broad, charming smile and a helping hand. As he helped you move your belongings into your apartment and unpack a few of the heavier things, you learned that he had a daughter who had recently moved out and that he was also divorced.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have a tiny crush on this man. But that’s all it is - a tiny, harmless crush on a man who is probably still in love with his ex-wife, if the way he speaks so fondly about her is anything to go by. So you’ve resolved to be friends with him, this handsome, funny, exactly-your-type man, who you don’t stand a chance with - hence the string of bad dates.

A few moments later, your face is clean of makeup and you’re warm in a set of soft pyjamas as you pad out into the living room on socked feet. Kuroo is waiting on the sofa with one foot tucked under his thighs and two mugs of steaming tea on the coffee table before him. The sight of him so comfortable in your home makes your shoulders sag. If only you could come home to this everyday.

Quietly, you sit beside him, leaving a respectable gap between your bodies as you lean forward and pluck your mug from the table, taking a short, soothing sip. Your body relaxes back into the cushions and you hum in appreciation.

“Thank you, Kuroo.”

“It’s what any good friend would do,” he says smoothly, taking his own mug. “So, tell me what happened.”

“There isn’t much to tell. He started making rude comments about how I look and ‘the things I can improve on’ and then he launched into this fucking lecture about dieting and procedures and I just-” Tears fill your eyes again as your date’s words play through your mind. “I left as soon as he went to get the bill.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, patting your thigh consolingly. “He’s a fucking dickhead. Show me a picture, I bet he looked like a thumb.”

You giggle wetly at that and nod, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand on you. “He did!” you agree, pulling out your phone and showing him the man in question. Kuroo’s features scrunch in disgust as his eyes flit between you and your phone and back again.

“As my daughter would say - Girl, why?” he asks and you laugh and sniffle all at the same time. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur after your laughter does down. Kuroo’s voice is soft as he angles his body towards yours. “Why do you date these clowns?”

“Honestly? I’m just tired of being alone.” His thumb rubs soothingly at your thigh as you wipe at your wet cheeks. “What if it’s not them, Kuroo? What if I’m the problem? What if I just- I don’t deserve to find love?”

Before you can fall apart, he swiftly takes your mug, sets it down alongside his own and then pulls you into his arms to hold you together. He smooths his hand rhythmically up and down the length of your spine as he gently shushes you, letting you soak the shoulder of his t-shirt with your tears. The way he cradles you, so tenderly and gently, makes you cry harder because this is all you want, this is all you’ve ever asked for - and you’re convinced it can never be yours. 

“Don’t you dare say that about yourself again, okay?” he murmurs into your hair. “You’re perfect and you deserve the kind of person who can see that. Someone who’ll cherish you and take care of you and love you the way you need.”

“No one will see that,” you mumble. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not,” he insists. Gently, he pushes you back by the shoulders, tipping your chin up to meet his earnest gaze, “I mean it. I see it.”

You scoff and shake your head. “How can you see something that isn’t there? Look at me, I’m the furthest thing from perfect there’s ever been!”

“I am looking,” he says firmly. “And you couldn’t be more wrong.”

His hand curving around your cheek shuts you up and you forget how to breathe for a second. It strikes you all over again how handsome he is - tousled salt and pepper hair, molten copper eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles that heartstopping smile. He must have been a sight to behold in his youth if this is how he looks in his forties.

“But-”

“I think at this point, I might as well throw my own hat into the ring,” he says. “If you’ll take it, that is.”

“What the heck do you mean by that?” you sniffle, eyes glassy as you fight every cell in your body to not lean into his touch.

“I mean that I would like the chance to prove you wrong.” He brushes away a stray tear as he speaks. “I’d like to be the next, and hopefully the last one, to take you out on a date.”

“What?” you ask, blinking at him in bewilderment. “Hold on.” The hand on your face is very distracting, so you reach up and gently peel it off your cheek, settling it in your lap - you can’t find a good enough reason to let go. “You wanna take me out?”

“Is there anyone else here?” he chuckles, squeezing your hand. 

“Why?”

“Because,” he grins crookedly. “I’m an absolute sucker for pretty neighbours.”

“I don’t believe you,” you say, squinting at him suspiciously.

“Maybe you can believe that I’m tired of being alone too. I’m tired of coming home to an empty apartment when the person I want is literally a door away. I’m tired of pretending that it doesn’t piss me off to see you go out with all these other men who just waste your time.”

“Are you sure you don’t have the wrong neighbour?” Your voice wobbles as your waterline refills itself with emotion. 

“I’m quite sure that the elderly couple living on the other side aren’t looking for a third person.” Kuroo cocks his head to the side and smiles softly when you giggle. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage of you when you’re vulnerable, so you don’t have to answer me right away. But if you would like to go out with me, just say the word when you’re ready and I’ll be there.”

“You wouldn’t take advantage of me, though,” you say quietly, playing with his fingers. “I know you’re not like that. You’re a good man.”

“Debatable,” he grins, bringing your joined hands to his lips and brushing a feathery kiss over your knuckles. Your chest flutters, like an apprehensive little hummingbird, unsure about taking flight. 

“Come back tomorrow at 6,” you decide, giving in to the hope that’s started to glow through the cracks of your heart. “I’ll be ready with my answer then.”

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kiss me more (bokuto x reader)

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chapter 6: kiss

After leaving Osamu's restaurant, you followed Bokuto to an undisclosed location which strangely seemed to follow your typical route home. To your surprise, it basically was. He had lead you to the front of your apartment building.

"Stalker much?" you joked.

"Yachi told me" he admitted. Yachi seemed to do a lot of meddling in your relationship now that you thought about it. Not that you would complain, since all of it had turned out positive so far. You could only roll your eyes at her though, before going up the elevator to the roof.

You had never actually been up here before, despite having lived in this same building for a little while now. You could see lots of other skyscrapers and buildings. The night sky was beautiful, even while lacking in stars due to the light pollution. You thought back to the stars you had seen as a child, before you knew the constellations by name and could make up their shapes. You felt small again, and found yourself missing the clearer night sky you used to know.

Bokuto cleared his throat next to you, attempting to bring your attention back to him. It was clear you were in la-la land and needed to be brought back down to earth. You felt a little embarrassed for zoning out while on a date but he just told you he found it cute.

You quickly found yourself making eye contact with him again. It made your heart skip a beat, and you swore you could see his pupils dilate. Maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part. Time seemed like it slowed down as you stood there for seconds, minutes. Only gazing into those alluring eyes that were windows to a beautiful soul and bright personality.

You wished you could read his mind. Know what he was thinking about all this, about you. Your question was semi-answered with his next words.

"So beautiful" he whispered uncharacteristically. It was nice to know he was capable of being calm and quiet. His gaze on you was still intense. He placed his hand on your cheek and it engulfed half of your face.

Your heartbeat picked up its pace. You hadn't felt this way for anyone in so long. Honestly, you haven't felt this deeply for anyone ever. There was just something about Bokuto that was just so addictively attractive. He had an exciting personality and you never had a dull moment or conversation with him. He always knew how to make you laugh or feel comfortable. Despite first impressions, he was actually witty and his sweet disposition made it impossible for anyone to dislike him. He was outrageously sexy, of course, with muscles upon muscles (those back muscles COME ON) and a sculpted physique. His face exceedingly handsome with features that demanded the attention of anyone that met him. His short grey and black hair that you wanted to run your fingers through or brush and put into goofy little bows. It also could be his giant hands, present on your face right now, that you had both sweet and very bad thoughts about. But there was another physical aspect that might be your favorite: his eyes.

They were beautiful, golden irises that were almost always wide and happy. The entire world reflected in his eyes. You saw stars, galaxies, the universe. You saw your future in his eyes; a life with Bokuto and everything that would go with it. The anticipation of what would happen next was only amplified by the glimmer you saw in them.

You noticed him slowly bringing his face closer to yours. Your eyes naturally closed and you felt chills in anticipation. You were praying to whatever higher power there was that you two wouldn't be interrupted this time. Your prayers, thankfully, were answered.

When your lips met, you felt a warmth that filled your entire body. Your fingers and toes tingled, a weird sensation you hadn't experienced. When you pulled away from the first one, you only looked at each other for a few seconds before going back in for more.

The people you'd kissed before hadn't been nearly as passionate as him. You brought your arms up to wrap around him, while he moved his one arm lower. You weren't really sure how long the two of you were there, but eventually you broke apart again and just stopped to really contemplate what had just happened. You were in awe at the talent of the handsome volleyball player. He was in awe too, staring at you with the goofiest happy grin you had ever seen. It made your heart pick up its pace again and you wanted to kiss him even more. You decided against it though, and to just take this moment with him slower so that you could truly enjoy his presence.

"Bokuto, I don't know what to say" you broke the silence. You probably could have just not said anything, but the lack of conversation was driving you crazy.

"Call me Koutaro" he responded calmly. He still had that lopsided smile on his face.

"What?". You couldn't really believe what you just heard. He really wants me to call him by his first name?

"Koutaro. I want to hear you say it" he affirmed.

"Koutaro, I really like you" you told him truthfully.

"I really like you too (Y/n). You don't have to say anything else" he replied, diving back in. The two of you embraced tighter and couldn't keep your lips off of each other. Before it could escalate too far, you pushed away and reminded him that the two of you were on the roof of your apartment building, and that it really wasn't the best place to be intimate. Not to say there was really any place other than in your apartment or his that you would consider appropriate at this point. You were getting a little tired, but you didn't really want to say goodbye to him yet.

"Walk me back to my room?" you flirt. He happily obliges, and off the two of you go (but not before one more kiss).