#lev haiba timeskip

[clawsdevour]

one more time

wc: 2.4k content warning: post-time skip, lev x reader, smut, one night stand oral sex m!receiving, fingering, size kink, not proofread

note: this may be kindaaa rushed at the end... sorryyyyy but lev x size kink is real to me too anon... like i get you and i hope u enjoy it :D

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Gravity’s pulling you down as you elevate up the luxurious hotel to your one night stand’s room. To your surprise, you weren’t expecting such a rich person you’d be hooking up with for the night. Since 8:03 PM you’ve been feeling a bit in need of some good dick to fill you up. And well, nowadays it could take a while to get into someone’s pants, so why not try a dating app? 

Scrolling and swiping till your eyes settled on this certain man’s profile. He didn’t show his full face, but he did show his side profile.. Just barely. He seemed to appear as a pale man with foreign features and grey hair. Staring at his profile, your eyes are absolutely glued onto him even though that was the only photo of himself on the app. 

Feeling a bit risky, you decide to swipe on him. You knew the chances were slim with what you put on your profile. But to your surprise.. He also swiped on you, the app giving you the little notification that you’ve matched. Oh my god! He actually swiped back?? Your heart started to flutter when you realized he was typing, the little bubble emote popping up in the corner of your screen. Shockingly, he was very charismatic. For about an hour or two, you’re both just getting to know each other. Especially why you both were on the app in the first place.

L: just wondering.. Why’re you on this app? You: okay this is kinda embarrassing to admit  You: but i’m just looking for a hook up...

Flushed with humiliation, turning your phone over right after you sent that message. The vibration his text sent to your phone, making you feel anxious.

L: oh haha! L: i’m actually on here for the same thing L: ik we just met but like since we’re both looking for L: well yk… sex L: do you wanna do it with me?

Five messages in under a minute. This man must be as desperate as you. No way you’re gonna let this opportunity slide. Of course you’re gonna take this chance to get dicked down by a nice and gorgeous man. Overall, it was just a one night stand.

You: well are you down for tonight? L: i’m free rn and later and till like tmr.. L: so yeah im down You: send over that address

Stepping out of the elevator on the floor where your hook up’s waiting for you. Your heels clicked and clack, yes, you wore heels after checking the address he sent you. The sounds continued to tap against the hotel marble floors, echoing against the walls as you stared at his hotel door. 

Gulping deeply before you knock with your knuckles, the door swung open causing you to gasp. The tall and broad silhoutte grabs you inside, shutting the door behind you. What’s going on?? Was all was coursing through your mind.

“Look, I can explain.” The man gently shouts after you break free of his grasp, hands up to show he meant no harm. You’re looking at him like you’ve gone into fight or flight mode. The figure’s removing his black hat and facemask, revealing himself as Lev Haiba. Yes, Lev Haiba like the famous model you see on billboards everywhere in Shibuya!

“W-Wait.. You’re–” face altered to mouth out an ‘o.’ Your words came to a halt when he responded with “Yes.. I know I’m Lev Haiba. Like the model… but look! I’m also tryna have fun just like you.”

Wowed, you tried to ignore the fact that he’s a celebrity, trying to give him that sense of normality in his world. You weren’t on his level of fame, but you understood and nodded. Still, you can’t help but be baffled at this pure luck.

“So.. are you gonna show me it?” You’re inching closer towards his face while he’s slowly backing up, finger pressing down on his exposed chest from his unbuttoned dress shirt, stopping when his back hit the cold wall. You have this smug look on your face while he’s down for the challenge, biting on his bottom lip seeing how needy you were, his eyes glaring back at you sinfully.

“After we makeout,” immediately, Lev’s crashing his soft lips against yours through heavy breathes. You’re closing your half lidded eyes as you fought back, trying to assert your dominance through the deep kiss. You lose control of the flow when you feel his tongue slide into your mouth, exploring the inside of your mouth with his wet and warm muscle. 

The desire for intimacy grew so much, you started to moan into the kiss, wow was he good it was almost fever inducing. Although it was hella arousing, you did have to pull back to catch your breath for a moment. His green lustful eyes fluttered down on you, watching your complex swell with red undertones. A thin string of saliva was the only thing that connected you two. 

“Should we head over to the bedroom?” The half-Russian man murmured under his tired breath. You mumbled out a simple “Yeah” before wrapping your arms around his neck, signaling him to catch you when you jump up on him.

He’s slowly strolling down the large penthouse, heavy footsteps mixed with the sounds of your swollen lips that met once again. The sounds of smooching resonated along the decorated walls. His hands were kneading your ass while he carried you close to his body. His hands are traveling all over the dress you wore while you kicked off your heels on the floor, essentially abandoning them. His hands prod down lower, through the sheerness of your dress his finger feel something warmer than skin.. and something damp. 

“You’re not wearing anything under your dress?” leaning his head away centimeters away from yours, pausing his actions. His piercing eyes burned into you with hunger, his smile curving into a smirk before he chuckled in glee.

“Why would I if I knew it’d end up on the floor?” Staring down his at gorgeous features his model face was born with. His perfect eyes, nose, and swollen lips due to yours. 

“Aww, I wanted to rip it off” He taunted with an expressive face that beamed at you. You feel a hand come off of you, the sound of the door handle twisting.

The cool air instantly hits you before he even walked in. Windows galore, you forgot you’re on the highest floor of the whole building. Your eyes lit up since all you could see was the streets of Shibuya. 

“Pretty nice, huh” Lev huffed before tossing you onto the fluffy white sheets before unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt. You watch as he’s unhooking each button from each coin shaped slot, mouth salivating when you saw his abs that were delicately highlighted by the moon ...As well as the size that pressed against his tight pants.

“Those pants look real tight..” giggling as you leaned towards his crotch to free his growing bulge. Damn did it look bigger when he slid down his pants to show you his grey boxers that had a moist spot.

You’re looking up for his approval to take his cock out of his boxers, to which he shakes out a nod to continue. Rubbing his length before taking it out, it accidentally smacks you on the cheek with its overwhelming girth.

“It’s so.. Big! I don’t know if this’ll fit in my mouth Lev..” you mouthed out with a slight worried expression covered by excitement. You don’t know if you’re able to take his cock but you know at the end you’re gonna end up begging for him. 

On your knees on the plush mattress, you’re stroking his cock up and down with your cold hands. Your mouth parted to go down on his dick, the size was way overbearing which causing you to cough like crazy.

“You don’t have to rush. I’m already feeling pretty, ..pretty good” his large hands caressed your cheeks, ready to wipe off any tears his cock could cause you.

Second times a charm, you thought to yourself before trying again. This time you were successful in getting the tip in. The heat from your mouth radiated and swarmed him in pleasure, making him slightly tilt his head up as he’s trying to keep his eyes on you from above. The more you inched down on him, the more your jaw started to hurt trying to take all of him.

“I’hurt..” gagging before you can form a sentence. Lev, taking it out of your mouth before sitting you back down.

His body was towering over yours till your head hit the pillows with a soft thud. He’s helping you remove your dress, revealing your bare and naked body to him as his eyes lingered for far too long. Your nipples perked due to the cold air, your pussy slightly glistening from being aroused.

“Already this wet?” big hands grab onto the side of your thighs, pulling you down for inspection while they parted your knees for him. Lev’s staring you down before averting his green eyes lower to your clit that begged for stimulation. 

A finger brushes against your slit, making you slightly flinch at his touch. He’s showing you the amount of slick he’s collected on his finger followed by a “How cute” before inserting it back into your pussy that longed to be stuffed.

His slender long fingers worked wonders, making you arch your back more everytime he curled into you. Adding in more one at at a time, he’s got three in there to stretch you out. It was a lot to take in as your legs trembled with pleasure every time you were close. 

Heat pooled in the depths of your stomach as you absorbed his fingers that scissored you wide open. The squelching was unmatched to what the sloppy and wet kissing sounds were like when you roamed the halls to the bedroom. Your mouth was parted the whole time to let him hear all of your sweet and vulnerable moans as you called out his name.

“Stop.. M’gonna cum again!” Your hands reached for his, gripping onto his wrist that moved in and out of you at a hasty pace. This wasn’t the first orgasm but rather your second or maybe third.

His digits continued to plummet into you until you started to see stars on the plain white ceiling. Blinking back to your consciousness as you panted out, your sopping wet sunt pulsating as if it had its own heartbeat. You bring your head up to see the giant man stroking his cock whilst gazing at the sight of you sprawled on his bed with your legs spread, pussy coated in juices he produced.

“I’m on the pill, y-you can just put it in” You’re stuttering out words as your reached to spread your pussy open for him to gawk at. Your gaping wet entrance, rising and falling with your pace of breathing. 

“Okay, but let me know when to stop or slow down if it hurts though,” he’s mumbling through his breath, broad shoulders inching forward towards you. 

He’s sliding his cock against your warm and swollen clit down to your entrance, making you clench a bit due to the intimate friction. When his dick was all covered in your warm essence, he lined himself up. His glossy eyes looked at you once more, while you watched him slide a few centimeters into you.

Biting down on your lower lip, it was more than just a stretch to get the tip in. Your hole had to expand to his size as he started to inch in further. He could see the pain he was putting through when you started to increase your grip on the sheets, eyes swelling with tears that formed.

“I’m sorry. It hurts a lot doesn’t it..” removing a hand from under your thigh to brush off a tear. You bob your head in silence as you continued to take him. Lev’s giving you his time and patience while peppering your face with forgiving kisses.

When he eventually fit his full length in, Lev was kind enough to give you a moment for you to adjust as if your pussy was molding to the shape of him. He’s waiting for your cue to start penetrating you, as he held back his urges. Your tight walls clamped down on him, as if you were able to snap his cock in half. 

“You feel so good even though we haven’t started moving yet.” He’s chuckling to himself, seeing how good you took him. His large size fitting inside that tight hole that drove him feral when you rocked your hips the slightless bit.

“You can start moving..” you muttered whilst reaching for his face. “M’kay” was the last thing you heard before the pain started to thrust into you. His massive cock was scratching the inside of your walls like nails on a chalkboard. 

It took a while before the pain started to turn into pleasure. He’s going at a consistent rate, not too fast nor too slow. His groans ring in your ear as you’re watching him thrust from above. Lev’s showing you his vulnerable face, he looked so delicious it made you feel so lucky that you’re able to see this side of him. Nevertheless have him in you.

Everything his cock hit inside you made your body shiver in pleasure. His dick was so big, he didn’t even have to find your sweet spot if he’s rubbing up all of your gummy walls. The pleasure and overstimulation was crazy. You can’t recall how many times you may have came on him. By the time he was about to finish, it’s like your mind was about to go numb.

“F-Fuck.! I’m boutta cum..” one last thrust or two before Lev pulled out to jack off his dick. Making you slightly whimper as you felt empty without him to fill you up. He’s stroking it fast above you, his cum squirting onto your stomach. Painting your abdomen with his seed, as your body heaved for air.

Falling down beside you to rest for a bit, his face tilted to your side to look at you. He’s also trembling for air after going on for so long.

“We should do this again..”

masterlist here

[hitoshi-yuuto]

Kuroo : Ooh, somebody has a crush!

Yaku : Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Lev I just think he's stupid, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about him.

*Later that night*

Yaku, very much awake : Uh oh.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

one thing i absolutely adore about the timeskip is how it gives us details about the characters we didn’t know much about before. like i know this probably isn’t true of EVERY character but looking at how many whose timeskip lives reflect their interests and such in high school (kenma, yachi, osamu, fukunaga, etc) then i’m willing to bet that a lot of the others had those hobbies and whatnot back when we first met them and i think that’s so cute??? like semi being a musician he probably had a guitar or something with him back in the dorms. kai became an arborist so maybe he liked taking walks to look at the trees and visited parks or had his own lil garden. lev and alisa might have played dress-up together when they were kids and could have gone shopping a lot in high school. akaashi became an editor so he was probably a giant bookworm and loved reading. like idk i just think it’s neat how it makes it feel like even in the future when we meet everyone again it really does feel like they’ve grown but haven’t changed at all y’know???

[juusauce]

Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa) Pt. 6

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. Names, characters, locations, and incidents are all made up by the author and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

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Part 5

“What happened?” I confusedly asked her. “Alisa, tell me, what’s going on?” but she didn’t respond, still pushing me but later on she leaned on me. I loosened my hold on her, I asked her what was going on but she wouldn’t tell me. Instead, she immediately went to the woman’s comfort room. I followed her but I stayed outside.

I feel nervous every time I hear her vomiting inside the cubicle. I want to help her but I don’t know what to do.

“Alisa—Oh? Are you fine now?” She sharply looked at me while I was still confused about it. Is she mad at me? What the heck? I didn’t do anything but here she is getting mad at me.

“Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” I’m still following her, like a dog’s tail. I might look like an idiot but I don’t care anymore.

She keeps avoiding me as she did before but I won’t give up on her easily. So I looked for a place where I couldn’t bother both her space and the customers. I waited patiently for her while my eyes locked on her, not letting her get away from my sight.

I noticed that she seemed unable to stand and walk properly. Later on, she suddenly lost her balance but before she could land on the ground, I caught her in my arms. It almost took away my breath, too scared for her.

 I didn’t want to leave her alone in the hospital but I needed to attend the meeting. But before I left, I put two bodyguards to look for her for a while, while I’m away.

“Sir, the patient escaped.” I suddenly stood from my seat, both shocked and confused but angrier. What the fuck? They were two bodyguards but they let a frail woman escape? I couldn’t believe this.

“I’ll fire you two if you can’t find her.” My voice thundered. I’m mad at them but more afraid of what will happen to her.

I walked back and forth, uneasy because a lot of things were running through my mind. I know she was afraid of me, afraid to be judged but why did she already conclude that I can do that to her? I believed her even though she didn’t tell me everything, about what exactly happened before that scandal came out.

“Could you calm down and please stop walking back and forth, Tetsurou? It’s making me feel dizzy.” Tooru scolded me.

How can I fucking calm, when Alisa is still missing until now? I asked for the hospital’s CCTV record on that day, and I saw her leaving alone, wearing a nurse’s uniform. The hospital wasn’t aware of her disappearance because she went through the back. Why was I too relaxed? I thought the hospital’s security was tight and safe. What the fuck?

I gritted my teeth. I was restless because I was worried about her. Everything was fine, except that someone had run away! She was used to leaving me behind, not thinking about what I could feel every time she left me. Why is she so unfair? Leaving me behind like I’m not important to her. 

Am I not part of her life? Did she love me? Apprehension and hesitation creep into my mind. The thoughts running through my head make me dizzy and tired. Even though I’m weary, I didn’t let my eyes close. I want to be the first one who will see her face once she’s found.

“Excuse me, sir, here are the documents you’ve been asking for.” 

I just let my secretary put on my desk the document I was asking for from the hospital. It was Alisa’s medical records. I want to make sure she’s fine and not sick. The last time I saw her, she looked so frail and it makes me worry for her all the time.

I frowned, can’t comprehend everything that was written on the fucking sheet of paper. I almost tore the documents when Atsumu suddenly opened the door.

I sighed and rested my head on the headrest.

“What the fuck? Her hCG is above average, she might be pregnant.” Atsumu looked so horrified as he looked back and forth between me and the papers he was holding. But there’s one thing that caught my attention, my jaw dropped.

This can’t be?!! hCG is above average? Pregnant? Fuck! Should I feel happy right now? Yes, indeed! Honestly, I’m thrilled but the fact that she’s pregnant while running away from me makes me furious. How could she leave me again with our baby, huh? I’m sure, I am the father of her baby. I didn’t doubt her about that but I know that’s our baby. But how long would she hide it from me? Is that the reason why she left me again?

“This could not be happening, right?” Atsumu still couldn’t believe everything.

“It’s happening.” I remained composed and calm while he looked so confused and shocked.

“So you were serious about her?”

“I wouldn’t be if I didn’t get pregnant!”

“What the fuck! You’re ridiculous!” He shook his head in disbelief, still processing how he could accept that information.

My eyes were still closed. I gritted my teeth. I don’t think I can stand it anymore, without knowing where she is right now makes me madder at myself. I couldn’t bear it if something bad happened to her or our baby.

Before she left, she looked frail and I was worried the whole time. I can’t even fucking rest my eyes in a single second, always planning what I can do to find her quickly and Mr. Kazuhito. I’m always bugging Kenma, asking for his help to track them both. And now, I’m too weary but I might not be able to sleep not until I find her and capture the person who ruined her life.

Part 7

[kairismess]

.•*★︎彡 imagines .

i'm not cute. - osamu miya

you need a break. - osamu miya

jealous osamu miya headcanons

timeskip osamu miya as your husband

your hands are so... warm. - osamu miya

jealous tooru oikawa headcanons

i love you... but you're not mine. - koushi sugawara

they're the one - osamu miya

halloween with kenma kozume

a rose for my lovely ace. - asahi azumane

stop, you're losing me. - tooru oikawa

loverboy bokuto headcanons

maybe i wanna be more than just cool. - atsumu miya

atsumu at the movies with you

ushijima wakatoshi: your secret admirer.

i'll try my best for you. - bokuto kotaro

iwaizumi's biceps are... - hajime iwaizumi

looks like he could kill you... would kill you (with his teasing). - tetsurou kuroo ⤷ bonus scene !

you mean it? - lev haiba

the best way to heal - wakatoshi ushijima

this is what it's like to fall for you. - shoyo hinata

it's not lame at all. - kei tsukishima

morning coffee. - keiji akaashi

rintaro's love language... ⟡ red velvet cake. (tetsurou kuroo's bday 2023)

it's nothing special. - tadashi yamaguchi

let me fuss over you, dummy. - kei tsukishima

just let him adore you. - atsumu miya ⟡ you deserve the world. (keiji akaashi's bday 2023)

kenma's dream...

his heart is all yours. - tooru oikawa

we would build our own forever. - kenma kozume ⟡ the smell of blueberry pie. (tobio kageyama's bday 2023)

written in between the lines... - tetsurou kuroo

kenma getting lost at a convention

there's only one bed. - atsumu miya

karaoke night. - sakusa kiyoomi

© kairiscorner 2024. the written works above are all authored by kairi, not to be plagiarized, translated, or copied in any way shape or form.

[dlscenarios]

Haikyuu Sizes

Post Timeskip Karasuno & Nekoma Peen Sizes

I saw the Haikyuu movie yesterday and, as a Kuroo/Kenma girly, I am THRIVING. I’ve missed my husbands. Also, I do NOT write for Yamamoto or Yaku atm but I wanted to add them in this anyway.

MDNI

Karasuno

Daichi Sawamura: 6.2 inches

Koushi Sugawara: 6 inches

Asahi Azumane: 7.1 inches

Yuu Nishinoya: 5.5 inches

Ryuunosuke Tanaka: 6.2 inches

Tobio Kageyama: 6.3 inches

Shouyo Hinata: 5.9 inches

Kei Tsukishima: 7.4 inches

Tadashi Yamaguchi: 6.1 inches

Nekoma

Tetsurou Kuroo: 7.1 inches

Morisuke Yaku: 5.8 inches

Taketora Yamamoto: 6.1 inches

Kenma Kozume: 5.9 inches

Lev Haiba: 7.3 inches

[yunwangja]

hi! try this :) https://pin.it/1D5buGSPu

i’m so sorry this took SO long ! but this was so cool !! i hope you like this, anon <33 this is a oneshot btw

best friend’s brother | lev haiba x fem reader oneshot

you are a first year student of inarizaki high, the younger sister of the miya twins, who didn't mean to fall for your best friend's little brother, lev haiba, one of nekoma's players.

tags: lev haiba x student photographer!reader, falling for your best friend's (little) brother. lol.

notes: set in pre-timeskip. i tweaked some roles a bit to fit the story i made. idk if this is ooc or not rlly be the judge bahaha

“you’re distracted,"

suna’s voice cut through your thoughts, his sharp eyes looking at you from behind his phone screen as he saw you staring at your camera. it wasn’t accusatory - more of an observation. you hadn’t even realized you were staring off.

“i’m not distracted,” you muttered, looking away, trying to sound casual. but suna wasn’t buying it. he puts down his phone and easily pulls your camera to have a view of what you were looking at.

or who. well, he kind of figured it out.

“is it because of lev?” suna’s voice was blunt, as usual. you felt your heart skip a beat.

“what? why would it - what?” you sputtered, feeling your face flush. suna simply smirked, like he had known all along. the worst part? tadashi was right there, too, and now both of them were staring at you, waiting for an explanation.

“so, you like lev,” suna said it so matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

you groaned. “okay, yes. i like lev. can you stop looking at me like that?”

yamaguchi, who had been silent this whole time, chuckled softly. “well, that explains why you’ve been acting weird lately.”

“how do you even know - ugh, never mind.” you gave up arguing, sinking into the couch in defeat. it was out now. no point in denying it.

you sigh. how did you get yourself into this?

it all started at the nekoma vs. inarizaki volleyball match. you weren’t there as a spectator, but as the official photographer for inarizaki’s team - documenting every spike, every block, every dive for the perfect shot.

you first met alisa, who eventually became your best friend. she approached you after seeing you taking photos at the game and asked if you had any photos of his brother. lev was just her giant, awkward, but lovable younger brother, someone who could easily slip into the background of your mind - until he didn’t.

it was alisa’s birthday party that changed things. everyone was having a good time, and as the night wound down, alisa had asked lev to take you home. what you didn’t expect was the conversation on that ride. lev, with his typical awkward but sincere tone, had casually mentioned how he’d seen some of your photography - especially shots from the match.

"your photos are... cool. i really liked the one you took of me blocking. it made me look awesome." his grin was infectious, and you remember laughing. something about his genuine excitement over a simple photo tugged at something inside you.

from then on, you couldn’t help but notice him more. every time you hung out with alisa, lev would always be there, tagging along. it was a slow shift, but you started catching yourself watching him at matches, following his movements with your camera more than anyone else. suddenly, lev wasn’t just alisa’s goofy younger brother anymore. he was lev - someone you found yourself thinking about more than you wanted to admit.

but how were you supposed to confess to him? and what if alisa found out? she might think it’s weird, and the last thing you wanted was to mess up your friendship with her.

“so, what’s your plan?” suna asked, his tone teasing, though his eyes glinted with curiosity.

“my plan is to not mess up my friendship with alisa first, and then maybe figure out the lev part,” you admitted. you hated how exposed you felt under their scrutinizing gazes.

“you should probably tell alisa before she figures it out herself,” yamaguchi suggested gently. “it’s better coming from you than her finding out later.”

suna nodded in agreement. “yeah, might want to get that out of the way first. unless you like unnecessary drama.”

before you could respond, the door slid open, and kenma walked in, headphones around his neck. “what are you guys talking about?”

“y/n likes lev,” suna said casually, like he hadn’t just dropped the most personal bomb in front of kenma.

“suna!” you nearly leapt out of your seat.

kenma raised an eyebrow, giving you a once-over. “alisa’s brother? huh, interesting.”

“it’s not supposed to be public information!” you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

“well, i couldn't really care any less,” kenma said, shrugging. “but it would be funny to see you rejected if you will be.”

your head snapped up at that, eyes wide in disbelief. “kenma!”

you looked up, startled by his bluntness. “you could at least pretend to be supportive, you know.”

kenma gave you a flat look, not a hint of sympathy. “supportive? i’m just being realistic. i don’t see the point of dragging this out. if you want to confess, go ahead, but don’t expect everyone to sugarcoat it for you.”

“so what, you think I’m going to get rejected?” you shot back, feeling a mix of frustration and nerves bubbling up.

he tilted his head slightly, clearly unfazed by your reaction. “i’m not saying that. but you’re acting like it’s the end of the world if he doesn’t like you back. it’s not.”

“kenma,” yamaguchi chimed in, sensing the tension. “you don’t have to be so harsh. y/n’s just trying to figure things out.”

“i’m not being harsh. i’m being honest,” kenma replied with a slight roll of his eyes. “she’s the one making this way more complicated than it is.”

“see, this is what i get for telling you guys anything,” you muttered, leaning back in your seat, feeling the pressure building from their differing opinions.

“it’s just how kenma is,” suna said with a grin, clearly enjoying the banter. “he’s got a point, though. you’re making this bigger than it needs to be.”

“but you guys make it sound so simple,” you argued, glancing between them. “it’s not that easy.”

“that’s because it kinda is,” suna said, reclining back again. “you’re the one making it difficult.”

later that night, you called tendou to vent about how your so-called “secret” was now public knowledge. tendou, always the mischievous one, wasn’t surprised when you told him what happened.

“suna found out? classic,” tendou laughed through the phone. “but hey, at least now it’s out there. no use hiding it anymore.”

you sighed. “yeah, but now i’m stuck figuring out what to do next. everyone says i should tell alisa first.”

“they’re right. alisa’s your best friend. she’ll understand. and as for lev, well... you guys are getting closer, right? i think at the least he'll understand,” tendou said, his tone light-hearted, but there was a sincerity underneath.

“thanks, tendou,” you muttered, feeling a bit more reassured.

“anytime. and hey, just go for it. you’re y/n miya. you’ve got this!”

the next day, you found yourself wandering into your brothers’ room. you didn’t really want to tell them about your crush on lev - not directly, anyway - but maybe they could give some advice on what to do, since they would know how it feels to have a younger sibling.

“oi, what’s with that look?” osamu asked, noticing your hesitation as you stood awkwardly by the door.

“nothing,” you muttered, walking in and flopping down on their couch. “just... need some advice. for a friend. they wanted help because you guys are big brothers.”

“oh? advice from the great miya twins?” atsumu piped in, his voice laced with his usual teasing.

“yeah, like.. what would you do... if... you say, one of your team members likes me?” you look at them, hoping they wouldn't laugh at you.

they both stare at you and their eyes slowly turn judging. osamu scoffs, "wow. didn't know you could be so shameless.”

you rolled your eyes, "it's not like that!" you whined. "just... i was just wondering, as big brothers... how would you feel if two people who were close to you unexpectedly liked the other, or something."

you fidget your fingers and look down to the ground. you slowly look up back to them and see as they exchanged glances before osamu raised an eyebrow. “you like someone, don’t you?”

you blinked, startled by how fast they figured it out. “w-what? no."

“yer actin’ all weird,” atsumu said with a smug grin. “and yer terrible at hiding things.”

you groaned. “i’m not hiding anything.”

“sure you aren’t,” osamu smirked, sitting down beside you. “so, can i guess who it is?”

“it’s no one,” you quickly deflected, not wanting to make it worse by bringing lev into the conversation. “i just need advice for a friend... okay?”

osamu chuckled. "okay, whatever, i won't say i think it's the little brother of one of your best friends, but," you look at him annoyingly, but afraid to confirm it anyway. he takes a deep breath,

“well, whoever it is, just don’t overthink it. if ya like ‘em, make sure you tell them. whatever happens will happen anyway.”

“and don't worry about their sibling,” atsumu added. “i'm sure they'll be happy to see two people close to them possibly get together. whoever they are."

you rolled your eyes to hide your embarrassment, but you couldn’t help feeling a little grateful for their advice. "yeah, okay. i'll tell them... i guess."

when you leave, the two exchange another glance and shake their heads with a smile. their little sister was growing up, though nothing has changed.

with a newfound determination, and a long self-pep talk, you made your way to alisa’s house, nerves bubbling up inside you. you knocked on the door, and when alisa opened it, she greeted you with her usual warm smile.

“y/n! hey! come on in,” she said, stepping aside to let you inside.

you stepped into her cozy home, the scent of freshly brewed tea wafting through the air. the living room was just as inviting as ever, and you felt a mix of comfort and anxiety clashing inside you. as you sat down, your heart pounded in your chest. you needed to say it -there was no backing out now.

alisa flopped onto the couch beside you, tucking one leg under the other. “so, what brings you here?” she asked, glancing over with her usual easy-going tone. “you’ve got that serious look on your face.”

you opened your mouth, but the words wouldn’t come out right away. “i… uh…” you stumbled, wringing your hands together. you had to rip the bandaid off, no more dodging it. “there’s something i need to tell you.”

alisa’s expression shifted slightly, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “sure, what’s up?”

you took a deep breath, the air catching in your throat. “it’s about lev.”

you could see her brows raising just a little. but she didn’t say anything, waiting patiently for you to continue. the silence between you two felt heavy, and the words you’d rehearsed so many times suddenly felt too big to say.

“i… i like him,” you finally blurted out, your heart racing like it would burst from your chest.

alisa blinked, her gaze softening as she processed your confession. her silence stretched for a beat longer, and for a second, you feared the worst. but then, she smiled - a warm, reassuring smile that immediately eased some of the tension in your body.

“that’s cute,” she said, her tone casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

your breath caught in surprise. “you… you’re okay with it?”

alisa tilted her head, her expression turning playful. “why wouldn’t i be? y/n, it’s not like you’re confessing a crime or something,” she teased, laughing softly. “i’m happy for you. really.”

your chest loosened with a rush of relief, though doubt still lingered. “so… you’re not mad?” you asked, still feeling the need for reassurance.

alisa rolled her eyes, but in the affectionate way she always did. “why would i be mad? honestly, it’s really sweet. i don’t mind at all,” she said, her voice calm and reassuring.

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, feeling the tension melt from your body. “thank you, alisa. i was kind of freaking out about telling you.”

alisa waved a hand dismissively, brushing off your concern with ease. “you don’t need to worry about stuff like this, y/n. really. lev’s just lev - you know how he is,” she added with a soft laugh.

you smiled, feeling a sense of ease wash over you. it was comforting to have alisa’s support, without any pressure or expectations.

just as you were about to reply, the front door clicked open, and you froze. footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by lev’s familiar voice calling out, “alisa, i’m home!”

alisa grinned and shot you a quick look, raising an eyebrow like she knew something you didn’t. your pulse quickened as lev’s tall frame appeared in the doorway. his eyes landed on you, and instantly, a wide grin spread across his face.

“y/n! didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, his voice bright with surprise.

alisa gave you a sly look as she got up from the couch. “well, i’ll leave you two to it. i’ve got some work to finish upstairs,” she said, winking as she headed toward the staircase. “don’t let him get too full of himself, y/n!” she called over her shoulder, leaving you alone with lev.

lev plopped down next to you, still smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world. your heart raced all over again as you turned to him, the weight of your confession looming between you like a giant unspoken truth.

lev leaned back casually, his bright eyes settling on you. “so, what’s up?” he asked, his voice light and unaware of the emotional storm brewing beneath your calm exterior.

you fidgeted slightly, glancing at your hands before looking back up at him. the room suddenly felt warmer, the space between you growing more noticeable. “oh, not much… just wanted to catch up,” you said, trying to ease into the conversation.

lev grinned. “catch up, huh? you’ve been busy, haven’t you? i haven’t seen you at the last few matches,” he teased lightly, nudging you with his elbow. “i thought you were avoiding me or something.”

you chuckled, shaking your head. “no, nothing like that. i’ve just been… thinking a lot.”

his playful expression softened a bit, picking up on your shift in tone. “thinking about what?” he asked, curiosity laced in his voice.

your heart pounded in your chest as you felt the moment drawing closer. you glanced away for a second, gathering your thoughts. “just… things. you know, stuff that’s been on my mind for a while.”

lev sat up a bit straighter, sensing something more serious in your words. “oh, sounds heavy. what kind of stuff?” his voice was still gentle, but his attention was fully on you now.

your stomach twisted with nerves, but you knew you had to say it. you couldn’t keep dancing around it forever. the words felt big, but there was no running away from them now. you took a deep breath, your fingers curling into your lap as you finally looked at him again.

“lev… i’ve been thinking about... you.”

his brow furrowed slightly, confusion flickering in his eyes. “me?”

your pulse raced as you nodded, your voice quieter now. “yeah. i… i like you, lev. i’ve liked you for a while.”

the words hung in the air between you, heavy and vulnerable. lev froze, blinking at you in surprise as if trying to process what you’d just said.

“wait, what?” he asked, his usual confidence faltering for a moment as he stared at you, wide-eyed.

“i like you,” you repeated, your voice steady but your heart pounding. “i’ve liked you for a while now.”

lev stared at you, wide-eyed, before a slow, sheepish smile spread across his face. “that’s... that’s crazy because... i like you too.”

your heart stuttered. “wait, you do?”

he nodded, cheeks turning a little pink. “yeah, i mean... remember when i told you how much i liked your photos? that was kind of my way of trying to get close to you.” he let out a soft laugh. “i admired what you did, sure, but... it wasn’t just that. i liked spending time with you. i liked you.”

you blinked, the realization hitting you all at once. “so all that time, you...”

“yeah,” lev admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “i just didn’t know how to say it. i figured if i talked about your photography, it’d be easier than admitting i liked you.”

you felt a warmth spread through your chest, the tension dissolving as a smile tugged at your lips. “wow, i had no idea.”

lev laughed again, his grin turning a bit wider. “yeah, i didn’t really make it obvious, did i?”

you nudged him playfully, your heart lighter now. “not at all, you dork.”

he laughed with you, his expression softening as his eyes met yours. “but seriously, i’ve liked you for a while, y/n. i just... didn’t know how to say it until now.”

your heart fluttered as you took in his words, feeling a warmth that spread from your chest to your cheeks. you couldn't help the smile that formed, a mix of disbelief and relief washing over you. “well... you’re saying it now,” you replied, your voice softer than before.

lev looked at you, his eyes bright, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to blur. it was just the two of you, sitting there, both feeling the same weight lift off your shoulders.

he reached out, hesitating for only a second before gently taking your hand in his. “so... does this mean we’re, you know, together?” he asked, his usual confidence replaced with something more vulnerable, more genuine.

you laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “i think so, yeah.”

a wide grin spread across his face, lighting up his features. “that’s... that’s amazing,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement. “i won’t mess this up, i promise.”

you smiled, shaking your head at his earnestness. “you won’t,” you reassured him. “we’ll figure it out together.”

he looked at you with such affection that you felt your heart skip again, and before you could say anything else, lev leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “i’m really glad you told me,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

you felt warmth rush to your face as you looked up at him, your fingers still laced with his. “me too,” you whispered back, feeling lighter, more at ease. everything felt right.

as you both sat there, hands intertwined, you couldn’t help but feel that this was the start of something good - something that felt real and yours.

[loveephia]

ANY CUTER | lev haiba

sypnosis: in which lev just thinks you, his normally non-affectionate girlfriend, are the cutest thing in the world.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, lev is a clumsy little tower, but it's okay you love him for it, calling him by an endearing russian nickname, timeskip.

⚠ warning/s: none.

you carefully wrapped your arms around lev haiba's neck to gently pull him down for a kiss. lev's eyed widened from the sudden action of his dear girlfriend, but nonetheless, he happily kissed back.

both your cheeks were flushed red as you shared this soft kiss. lev stepped back a bit to adjust his awkward position, only for him to slip and fall onto the couch, dragging you along with him.

the two of you stared at each other, clearly dumbfounded, before you started giggling. "d- don't laugh!" lev said, embarrassed.

you leaned down to give lev a small unexpected peck on the lips, before hiding your face in his chest. "never change, my lyovochka." you mumbled shyly, having fluently mastered the russian nickname.

"i love you.. so much." you said.

lev's face went red while, cartoonishly enough, puffs of steam left his head. "why are you being so cute today!?" he exclaimed, covering his own mouth with his open palm.

"what," you looked up at lev, "am i not allowed to be affectionate with you anymore?" you joked with a raised brow. lev shook his head, "no! i like it when you're like this, a lot!" lev denied far too quickly for his own liking, which shocked even you. "i'm just.. surprised! that's all!" he explained, fearful of his girlfriend losing patience with him.

"then.. i'll try to be like this more often." you said, determined. at this point, lev's eyes were getting tearful. "can she get any cuter!?" he thought, his eyes now squeezed shut as he held you in his arms.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[raquellemonsta]

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

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(part 2)

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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.

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.

[nnnyxie]

haikyuu various as things i’ve said to my friends

(a little tmi cause i over share w/ my besties)

hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei, bokuto koutaro, hinata shoyo, miya atsumu, tendou satori, nishinoya yuu, sugawara koushi, tanaka saeko

bokuto koutaro, hinata shoyo, haiba lev, hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei, nishinoya yuu, yamamoto taketora, fukunaga shouhei, inuoka sō, kindaichi yuutaro, koganegawa kanji, tendou satori, komori motoya

tanaka saeko, yachi hitoka, shirofuku yukie, amanai kanoka, yonezawa maiko, (timeskip) hinata natsu

saeko tanaka, yachi hitoka, yonezawa maiko

yachi hitoka, tanaka ryunosuke, oikawa tooru, yamaguchi tadashi, yamamoto taketora, konoha akinori, tendou satori, terushima yuji, michinari akagi

shimizu kiyoko, yachi hitoka, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi, seijoh 4, suna rintaro, daichi sawamura, ennoshita chikara, kinoshita hisashi, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsuro, yaku morisuke, kunimi akira, akaashi keiji, semi eita, shirabu kenjiro, kawanishi taichi, ojiro aran, miya osamu

tanaka saeko, shirofuku yukie, suzumeda kaori, bokuto koutaro, hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei, kuroo tetsuro, haiba lev, tanaka ryunosuke, miya osamu, tendou satori

these are the most tame messages i’ve sent

[pparadiselost]

u & i.

lev haiba x senpai fem reader lev never fell out of love. warning(s): nsfw, pre-timeskip mention, yandere, delusional lev, virginity fantasy on lev's part minors do not interact.

lev haiba has always had a little bit of a romantic streak.

he can’t help it. his older sister would enable him a little bit. ever since he was a bumbling first year, his heart yearned for that something special, that someone special. it’s why he’s so quick to fall in love with you, an upperclassman who wanted to do nothing with the tall, awkward, way-too-loud sixteen-year-old he once was.

lev wonders if you think the same thing about him now, eight years down the line. now he’s a big name hotshot 24-year-old model, and his face and pretty body is plastered over every screen that shibuya could show off. 

you, his dearly beloved senpai of memory, shouldn’t have ever been a problem for him. but it permeates every inch of his romantic life, that pesky puppy crush of his that took root into a deeper thing over the 8 years where his love festered and rotted like an untreated wound.

(he feels it. he picks up girls off the streets of milan, paris, moscow… they’re all flattered to think someone like him would take an interest in them, but lev has his ulterior motives. they look like you. similar hair. similar crinkle in their eyes when they giggle. similar physique.)

(and when he shoves them down on his luxury hotel bed, he wonders if your body would feel the same. s-so good! harder, harder, give me more, lev! the girls cry out, moaning and rubbing at their throbbing clit with their desperate fingers. their faces are hazy in his mind. without fail they always end up contorting into some twisted image of you.)

(god, if only you gave him a chance. he’s a man now. he’s a grown man, with a grown job, and a cock so big and thick that he swears he could break your pussy with it. he daydreams about it often, actually. his eyes glaze over the silhouette of the girl he’s fucking, imagining that it’s you crying out underneath him, pinned down under his tall body and down onto a hotel suite bed that probably costs more than your yearly salary.)

(he’d break you. slowly, sweetly. he’d pretend that it’s his first time having sex, that he’s giving his first love his first time. i mean, if he’s pretending that he’s having sex with you with every person he sleeps with, then wouldn’t you technically be the one taking his virginity in some sick, convoluted way?)

(i saved myself for you, senpai! i waited for you! he squeals in his delusion. your head is thrown back, mid-moan. he knows you’ve never had dick like his before. your pussy squeezes and clenches around his girth, molding itself to the invasive size. lev keeps pounding like the pussy-drunk, love-drunk fool he is. he’ll keep making you feel good. he’ll make it so that your pussy can’t cum on anything else other than his cock. he’ll make sure your cunt can’t forget him.)

(surely then, with time, with conviction, with love, you’d fall for him too, right?)

[mahyuume]

୨ NEKOMA ୧

༝ TETSURO KUROO

nothing here yet, sorry kuroo!

༝ MORISUKE YAKU

nothing here yet, sorry yaku!

༝ KENMA KOZUME

boyfriend texts & tweets ∿ timeskip!kenma

༝ LEV HAIBA

nothing here yet, sorry lev!

[juusauce]

Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa)

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are from Haruichi Furudate’s manga, Haikyuu, and the author creates some characters. Some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Furudate Haruichi.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

NOTES: inspired from the song of Troye Sivan’s Angel Baby & Jonaxx' TBIP, timeskip age

Inspired by the ones created by @maysdigitalarts

SUMMARY: Kuroo Tetsurou thought love didn't exist, but when he met this strange girl, an angel-like Alisa Haiba, everything changed. Is everything he does for her motivated only by his desire for her, or is he truly in love with her?

made by @saradika

I am one of those who does not believe in love. After my parents separated, I began to feel that love did not last forever. My mother was found cheating with a younger colleague at work, according to my elder brother. And she was the first lady to break my heart. It was the reason I loathed women. I don't take relationships seriously. I get satisfaction from playing with women's hearts.

"Bro, check this out," Tooru said as he switched his phone to mine. "She's sexy as hell."

Tooru's habit is to check out some hot ladies on Instagram.

"She's quite hot, huh?"

I sipped my coffee quietly as I shifted my gaze to the documents on the table. I almost forgot I still had work to do.

Shit! I massaged my temples. My job has been causing me stress. After my father resigned as CEO, the sudden dumping of everything on me caused me to stop going to parties and seeing my women, leaving me completely stunned.

"Do you have a problem?" he asked softly as he patted my back.

I sighed and looked at him. 

"Is it about women again?" I groaned. "It's not about them, but about this," I said, pointing to the documents piled on my table.

He patted me on the back. "Don't stress yourself out; come on, relax for a while."

Now I massaged my throbbing fucking head. I sighed, wondering where I could be.

"Tsk!" I checked my watch and it was almost 7:30 a.m. Damn it! I have a meeting in 45 minutes. How could I possibly get there on time? I'm not feeling well after last night's drinking party.

When I turned to my side, I noticed a woman sleeping next to me. So she’s the girl I bedded last night? Hmm, not bad at all but I don’t need to bother about her. I’m already finished with her, anyway.

I’m tip toeing as I walk slowly, carefully not making any noise as I’m trying to leave her room. I hurriedly packed and wore my clothes. I didn’t bother to glance at her as I hastily went to my car. When I reached outside, I immediately searched for my car. But damn it! I can’t find it!

Tsk! Where the hell did I park it? But suddenly, I saw the truck start towing my car. I shouted several times but the towing truck did not stop. I would be late today. Shit!

I ran closer to the upcoming taxi but suddenly someone stopped me from opening its door.

“I hold it first.” she angrily said.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been waiting for a taxi cab for an hour.”

“I have to get in first. I’m late for the audition.”

“And I’m late for my mee—” she didn’t let me finish what I said and took the taxi cab.

What the fuck?

I’m really in a bad mood today, a lot of things happened to me, including my headache, to the girl I bedded with, my car and the worst of all, that girl I randomly met along the way, she was the reason why I’m too late today. Damn it!

After our meeting, I immediately went straight to my office, to start doing the work I needed to do.

I groaned as I checked each model’s profile. I sighed and massaged my temple. This is stressing the hell out of me. Honestly, I would prefer partying and having fun with women than sitting here and checking these damn profiles.

But I stopped when I saw a familiar face. I smirked when I remembered what happened earlier, this girl told me she was gonna be late for the audition. 

Hmm, so she is Alisa Haiba. I smiled at the plan I had in mind. I leaned my back on the chair and I brushed my index finger on my lips while reading her profile.

She looks so interesting, huh?

I bit my lip as I scanned her portfolio. She’s really beautiful and sexy, huh? 

Even though I wasn’t part of the judging team of the audition, they let me inside the room. I quietly sat on my chair while I waited for the next candidate to enter. Honestly, this is the first time I sat here.

“Miss Alisa Haiba, you’re next.”

My eyes shifted to the door where she stood. She stiffened when our eyes met. You remember me, huh? 

I lowered my head pretending to read her profile just to hide my smirk.

“Okay, Miss Alisa Haiba.” I read her name sensually, looking at her intently from head to toe and then back to her face.

“Hmm?” I leaned on my chair while my legs were leg-lock. “Move closer…”

Her eyes widened because of my request. I smirked as if I won a game. 

“Turn around.”

She wanted to say something but I didn’t let her speak.

“Miss Haiba, I don’t want to waste my time. Do what I say.”

She hesitated, and yet she turned around, I smirked again. I can’t stop smirking just because of the sight of her. She got both big boobs and butt, a small waist and an angelic face. 

I shut my eyes. Damn it! Tetsurou, be professional! Don’t be such a dick here!

“Turn around again and face us.” I intertwined my hands as I leaned my elbow on the table. 

I couldn’t help but smile when she faced us.

“I want you…” I said it while looking at her intently. She gasped as she averted her eyes, avoiding my gaze. 

I laughed to lighten the atmosphere between us. “You’re accepted—”

“What?!” Miwa looked so angry at me, the edge of my lips lifted, forming a smirk as I faced her.

“What’s the problem?”

“You’re asking me that? Seriously, Kuroo? You accepted this girl! She didn’t even reach the stand—”

“What’s wrong with her? She has an angelic and sexy body, so why not accept her right away?” Her lips parted, she couldn’t believe what I’m saying.

I didn’t let her talk again and asked my secretary about the contract signing for Alisa.

Every time she is in front of the camera. I can see the passion in her eyes. Posing as if no one’s looking at her.

When our eyes met, she looked so conscious about herself but kept herself composed. One of my brows raised. Trying to be tough, huh? 

I smirked. 

“So, are you interested in this girl, huh?” Tooru mumbled, standing right next to me.

“She got a pretty and innocent face…” he smirked, looking back and forth between me and Alisa. “You change your preferences, huh?”

“Shut up! I’m just checking here if everything’s okay. And the hell! I’m not interested in her.”

He smirked. “Geez! You’re too obvious, man.”

I groaned. “Oh? Shut up!” he chuckled, teasingly looking at me.

“Why don’t you admit that she already got you, huh?” he put his hand on his chin and smirked at me. “Because of pride?”

“What are you talking about?” I shake my head in disbelief, I couldn’t believe he said that. Me? Interested in her? Hell, no!

“You did great, Alisa.” He casually said it. She shyly smiled at him. I got irritated when Tooru tried to flirt with her. I called his attention. “We got to go now.”

“Huh? Where are we going now?” he looked confused but later on there was a smirk on his face. I got irritated by the way he looked at me.

“Oh? Someone’s jealous here.” he chirped. I glared at him but he just shrugged it off.

“Bye, miss beautifu—aw!” I elbowed him but he just laughed and then he winked at her.

Did she give him a shy smile? What the hell?! Is she flirting back at him? Tsk! What a pity girl, too naïve about everything.

My eyes darted at the big led tv screen. I saw her again but this time I am looking at the advertisement flashing on the tv screen. My heart suddenly pumped against my chest. What was this? Because of frustration, I brushed my palm to my face.

When I looked back at the screen again, I saw her expressive eyes. It looked like she was looking at me while her lips showed a mischievous smile, and my pants tightened. 

Fuck! I was aroused because of that?

Oh! Com’on Tetsurou, how many days since the last time you had sex? I sighed.

I’ve been on a diet for almost a week! Maybe that’s why I’m too horny tonight. I think I need to go to the bar to find someone where I can release my heat. But I’m not in the mood. The hell!

I gritted my teeth, annoyed while searching on the internet. I couldn’t find any further information about Alisa, so I dialed Kenma’s number.

“What now?” Kenma languidly asked me from the other line.

“I have a favor to ask you.”

“What?”

“I want you to investigate everything about Alisa Haiba.”

“Oh? A woman…” Amusement was in his voice. “Another chick, huh?”

I frowned. “Stop interrogating me. Just do your job.”

I heard him laugh. “Fine. Whatever, motherfucker!”

If tabloids won’t tell me about you, then let’s do some dirty work, baby.

She looked so shy and nervous right now, in contrast to how fierce and shameless she is on the camera. 

Every time she looked in my direction, she would immediately avoid my gaze. Is she trying to ignore me? I grinned. Do you think you could get me through those old tricks of yours? Good luck, miss.

I stood and went near the group of women where Miwa was in. They laughed and it got me irritated by what I heard. They looked surprised, especially her, when I butt in at their conversation.

“Ladies, excuse me, may I know what you were talking about, hmm?” I smiled at them to hide my annoyance.

They looked at each other and then looked at me awkwardly. “O-oh? It’s nothing. Uhh, that was all about girly talk, right girls?”

I smiled at them again.

“Did you know, it’s not good for elite women to talk behind other people’s lives.” they looked so pale, bull’s eye! I smirked at them as I excused myself.

I could see from where I was sitting how those filthy men were touching her legs. She looked so nervous but by the way, she brushed it off, not minding their touches and explicit remarks, it got me more irritated.

So it was true, that she’s a prostitute? And what Miwa's circle of friends said were true? Well, as a matter of fact, what else can I expect from a woman like her? She has a brother to support. Maybe, because of poverty, she was forced to do that, to have money.

“So that was true, huh?” I smirked.

“Huh?”

“Models are escorts too, right? Are you denying it?” I laughed without humor. “But look, why does it seem like you’re one of them?” I said it, intently to hurt her. Somehow, it made me lose my temper. I got irritated when I saw how her eyes panicked.

“Excuse me? What did you—”

“Trying to stay innocent, huh? Did you receive a payment for allowing them to touch you? Did you agree to meet them after this party?”

I shouldn’t flinch. But damn!  I saw her tears falling. I shouldn’t care if she was hurt by my insult, right? But what if she was trying to be innocent? Damn it!

“Hey, man—Oh? Alisa, what happened?” Tooru asked her and he looked suspiciously at me. “Don’t tell me—”

“Don’t cry as if you didn’t let them touch you.”

“Tetsurou!” He exclaimed. “Wait? Did I miss something here?” He coaxed her.

I gritted my teeth. 

“Tooru, stay out of this! This has nothing to do with you!”

“But—”

“I said, stay out of this motherfucker!”

I saw how her eyes looked at Tooru pleadingly, with a tear over it. It’s like she’s trying to show us that she’s about to cry. Damn it! Damn it! She’s not only good at seducing men but also a good actress huh?

“I guess it’s right, isn’t it?” I was fuming mad while looking at her.

“I was trying not to make a scene—”

“Trying not to make a scene or did you just like how they touched you?”

Tooru gasped but I didn’t let him speak. I glared at her. I don’t know if I was mad because she let those fucking perverted old geezer or I was mad because she was pleading at Tooru or I was mad at myself? Damn… damn it!

“I don’t like—”

“Oh? Really?” I snorted with laughter, it was full of sarcasm. “Or did you swallow your pride for the sake of money?” I shut my eyes and scolded myself in my mind. I am confused about how I should feel.

“That’s enough, Tetsurou!”

After I said those words, I felt cold in my stomach. Something about my insults and the way her eyes glistened, made me feel guilty. It’s like she’s not lying, those glistening eyes were the evidence that she was hurt by what I’ve said.

Stop thinking about it, Tetsurou! I’ve been in the business for years and I already know how to distinguish liars from those who are telling the truth. She deserves my insults. Honestly, it was not enough. A woman like her was just like my mother, a whore, a slut or whatever they called it. Acting pity to manipulate men, huh? Do you think it will work for me? Sorry to disappoint you, but it won’t work for me.

“What’s your problem, Tetsurou?” Tooru asked me after Alisa left.

I’m just interrogating her but she was insisting that she was innocent. Tch! What a liar.

“She was acting pure and denying that she’s not an escort—”

He laughed full of sarcasm. “Seriously, Tetsurou? And so what? If she’s an escort, then it’s none of your business.”

“You’re acting like a protective boyfriend here.” He shook his head.

I stopped and realized what I was fucking doing earlier. What the fuckery was that?!! Does it have to do with me? Honestly, it doesn’t. Why the fucking hell I was so annoyed, huh? That was none of my fucking business! But I was hella fuck up, I was annoyed, her, trying to be looked innocent even though she was not!

I glanced at where she was, more annoyed and irritated.

She both has a pretty face and a sexy body, a body that men could die for. She has an hourglass figure, a thin waist, long legs and both of her breasts and ass are huge.

Those men who love paying for sex would like her so much. She would easily be all men’s fantasy with that innocent face, soft expressive green eyes, perfect heart-shaped lips and a sexy body of hers.

I gritted my teeth when I thought about it. Innocent, my ass. She may look like an angel but she’s not innocent like what she’s claiming to be. I couldn’t even imagine her high school or college years with boys making passes at her like a ball. I’m sure those fucking bastard youngsters were too crazy about her for that kind of face and body, right? And don’t tell me, she didn’t like any one of them?

Wait, what?!! Why the hell do I bother thinking about that, anyway? The hell do I care about that!

I was inside of my car, calling my secretary as I looked around, my eyes glued to the restaurant near me.

My eyes widened when I saw Alisa get off the van. Two men went with her, and one of them was Mr. Kazuhito Hyakuzawa, a well-known politician, entrepreneur and investor. He’s notorious for taking models with him and becoming their “sponsor”. That old man is doing dirty work again and his victim today is none other than Alisa. Fuck!

I gritted my teeth, not minding what my secretary told me. I’m completely distracted so I told her something came up and I will call her later. Before she could speak, I ended the call and started walking toward the restaurant.

I almost lost my temper when the valet’s restaurant blocked my way. He asked me about my car so I annoyingly gestured where I parked it. After that, I immediately went inside the restaurant.

“What the fuck is she wearing?” I angrily mumbled it.

Back then, I didn’t care about women’s clothes. I’ve seen a lot of women wear more revealing clothes than her but I was really bothered about it. Maybe it was because of her body, making her clothes look so small for her size or I wasn’t used to seeing her in a dress like that. Shit! But whatever! I shouldn’t be bothered, right?

As she absentmindedly pulled the hem of her very short skirt, it looked like she was uncomfortable. In just a simple movement, her panties would reveal and her breast would spill out from it.

I frowned as I lined up behind her. She took off from the van with Mr. Kazuhito, wearing revealing and sexy clothes and they were near the hotel. Don’t tell me…ugh! Why am I bothered about it? It had nothing to do with me!

But that was so disappointing. Wait! Why should I feel disappointed and surprised about it? In the first place, she was not innocent, she was just trying to be.

“Why were you with him?” I repeatedly asked her, accused her of a lot of things and even insulted her.

I was curious about how she came into that situation? I overheard their conversation, and she promised him something. And what the hell was that? Did she back out because the payment was not enough? Did she regret it? She can’t bear to sleep with that old geezer so she backs out?

I got irritated more when her tears fell after I mercilessly interrogated her. I’m sure she’s doing that on purpose so I could feel sorry for her, but it didn’t work for me.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her eyelashes were too wet because of tears, and her cheeks and nose were both red. She sniffed, trying to make herself better.

What the fuck? I saved her from that filthy old man! And then what now? Why did I feel like I was the one who should feel guilty? Like, I’m the one who should be blamed for it. Wait, am I the one who pushed her to go there? In fact, she willingly went with that old geezer.

Part 2

[kuroppiii]

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ʚ ┊creeper ? aww man┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  everyone loves minecraft , but everyone has a different way they play it ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ oikawa tōru

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ପ fukurodani . 

‹ ✩ 𝘧𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪  —  𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶 !!

ʚ ┊hairdresser┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  putting long-haired hq boys in pigtails .𖥔 ݁ ˖ bokuto kōtarō

ʚ ┊creeper ? aww man┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  everyone loves minecraft , but everyone has a different way they play it ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ akaashi keiji

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ପ date tech . 

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ପ inarizaki . 

‹ ✩ 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘬𝘪  —  𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶 !!

ʚ ┊no doubt┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗼. ꒱  showing them they have no reason to get jealous , because they ’re the only one for you <3 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ suna rintarō

ʚ ┊hairdresser┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  putting long-haired hq boys in pigtails .𖥔 ݁ ˖ suna rintarō

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ପ shiratorizawa .

‹ ✩ 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢  —  𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶 !! 

ʚ ┊creeper ? aww man┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  everyone loves minecraft , but everyone has a different way they play it ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tendō satori

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ପ itachiyama . 

‹ ✩ 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢  —  𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶 !!

ʚ ┊hairdresser┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  putting long-haired hq boys in pigtails .𖥔 ݁ ˖ sakusa kiyoomi

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ପ johzenji . 

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ପ nohebi . 

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ପ miscellaneous . 

ʚ ┊coffee or tea ?┊ɞ ꒰ 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 🎱 ꒱  who in karasuno drinks coffee and who drinks tea ? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ( all of karasuno !! )

last updated : august 10 , 2024

[5iyoomi]

> Haikyuu

Last Updated: September 24, 2024

Key: Fluff (🩷), Angst (🥀), Suggestive (💋), Smut (🌶️), Timeskip (🕔)

↳ Back To The Main Masterlist

★ = Dark Content/Read Warnings!!

— General

how they kiss you [hcs] | various x gn!Reader

part 1 — koganegawa, kenma, kageyama, atsumu, oikawa [🩷/💋]

part 2 — sugawara, shirabu, semi, akaashi [🩷]

comforting you after a bad day [drabbles] | various x gn!Reader

osamu, ushijima, tsukishima, oikawa, daishou, yaku [🩷/🕔]

how they eat you out [hcs/drabbles] | various x fem!Reader

kinoshita, hoshiumi, matsukawa, kita [🌶️]

— Other

haiba alisa.

N/A

yamamoto akane.

N/A

yamaka mika.

N/A

tanaka saeko.

N/A

— Aoba Johsai

oikawa tooru.

N/A

matsukawa issei.

biological dad!Mattsun x fem!Reader [drabble] - [🌶️/🕔] ★ incest

iwaizumi hajime.

N/A

kindaichi yuutarou.

N/A

kyoutani kentarou.

N/A

kunimi akira.

N/A

hanamaki takahiro.

N/A

— Nekoma

kuroo tetsurou.

N/A

morisuke yaku.

N/A

yamamoto taketora.

N/A

kozume kenma.

N/A

fukunaga shouhei.

N/A

haiba lev.

N/A

shibayama yuuki.

N/A

inuoka sou.

N/A

— Nohebi

daishou suguru.

N/A

kuguri naoyasu.

N/A

numai kazuma.

N/A

— Date Tech

koganegawa kanji.

N/A

aone takanobu.

N/A

futakuchi kenji.

N/A

— Fukurodani

akaashi keiji.

N/A

bokuto koutarou.

bokuatsu hcs [hcs/drabbles] - [🩷/🌶️/🕔]

sarukui yamato.

N/A

konoha akinori.

N/A

komi haruki.

N/A

— Shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi.

just like that [fic] | ushijima x fem!Reader x tendou - [🌶️]

tendou satori.

just like that [fic] | ushijima x fem!Reader x tendou - [🌶️]

goshiki tsutomu.

N/A

semi eita.

N/A

ohira reon.

N/A

shirabu kenjiro.

N/A

— Itachiyama

sakusa kiyoomi.

N/A

komori motoya.

pet play [drabble] | x fem!Reader - [🌶️/🕔]

— Kamomedai

hoshiumi kourai.

boyfriend hcs [hcs/drabbles] | x gn!Reader - [🩷/🌶️]

hirugami sachirou.

N/A

— Inarizaki

kita shinsuke.

N/A

ojiro aran.

N/A

miya atsumu.

forbidden relationship [drabble] - [💋/🕔] ★ osaatsu/miyacest

bokuatsu hcs [hcs/drabbles] - [🩷/🌶️/🕔]

miya osamu.

touch starved!Osamu x fem!Reader [hcs/drabbles] - [🌶️/🩷/🕔]

forbidden relationship [drabble] - [💋/🕔] ★ osaatsu/miyacest

suna rintarou.

N/A

— Johzenji

terushima yuuji.

N/A

misaki hana.

N/A

— Karasuno

sawamura daichi.

N/A

sugawara koushi.

N/A

azumane asahi.

N/A

nishinoya yuu.

N/A

tanaka ryuunosuke.

N/A

ennoshita chikara.

N/A

narita kazuhito.

N/A

kinoshita hisashi.

N/A

yamaguchi tadashi.

N/A

tsukishima kei.

N/A

kageyama tobio.

in your arms [fic] | x fem!Reader - [🌶️/🕔]

hinata shouyou.

N/A

ukai keishin.

N/A

takeda ittetsu.

N/A

shimizu kiyoko.

N/A

yachi hitoka.

N/A

[4unnyr0se]

post time skip kenma where he’s a party (work event so he’s dressed up) and reader (famous model) is flirting with him so he’s like ok fuck it and takes her home and fucks her??? idk if that’s good 😭

❥ meddle about | kenma kozume

warnings: timeskip! kenma, fem! reader, model! reader, mentions of alcohol, car sex, blowjob, hickeys/marking, spanking, riding, slight titplay, lewd language, very brief lev x reader, haiba siblings, yaku, kuroo, and yamamoto mentioned, unprotected sex

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 4.8k

a/n: omg im literally so sorry i didn't get to this request sooner!! anyways i hope u like it, i'm sorry if the ending feels a little rushed

got a request? my asks are open!

❥ song: meddle about - chase atlantic

Kenma Kozume wasn’t the biggest party fan. Honestly? He really hated them. He hated the loud music (which was not in good taste, he might add), he hated most of the people who attended these kinds of events, and he absolutely hated the food that was served. Seriously, what’s with all the fancy hors d’oeuvres?  It’s just expensive fish and sausage on a stick that disappears in two bites. Kenma could never figure out why people went crazy over such small bites.

So when he received an email that he was to attend an evening party with the rest of his co-workers from Bouncing Ball, he wasn’t exactly thrilled. Kenma immediately sent an email that he wouldn’t be in attendance, to which he was digitally slapped across the face with a reply that stated that the daughter of one of his investors would be there. Some famous model who worked with the Haiba siblings was apparently an up-and-comer in the industry. Kenma groaned and buried his face in his hands. Not only did he have to attend a social event, he also had to interact with someone who worked with Lev. What if you were just as annoying as he was?

Kenma, with his trademark indifference, reluctantly wore a suit and red tie, a rare sight in his wardrobe. His half-bun hairdo was a clear sign of his lack of enthusiasm. He had no intention of engaging in any conversation at the event unless it was absolutely necessary. 

Eventually, he arrived at the event, handing his car keys to a valet who looked incredibly nervous to be seeing him. Maybe the poor boy was a fan? It didn’t matter. Kenma shrugged it off as he walked inside, immediately greeted by the service staff holding trays of only God knows what. Various champagnes and wines were undoubtedly decades old, accompanied by the tiniest servings of hors d’oeuvres he had ever seen. Even the toothpicks were fancy. What a bunch of stuck-up jerks.

He walked through the event, ignoring the various waves and hellos he received from people he didn’t know. Honestly, Kenma shouldn’t be surprised one bit. He was famous, after all. But he didn’t want to interact with anyone, he didn’t want to be here. Finally, he discovered a corner of the ballroom that was conveniently devoid of service staff and trust fund babies. He leaned against the decorated wall and stuck his hands in his pockets, humming to himself while his golden cat-like eyes stared at the hardwood beneath his loafers. Hopefully, the night would go by quickly, and he could return to his paradise of hoodies and sweatpants. 

“Kenma! Is that you?” his ears perked up at the familiar voice, an unpleasant look gracing his sharp features. Lev eagerly barreled over to Kenma’s hiding spot sporting a bright grin. “I haven’t seen you since you graduated from Nekoma! If I knew you would be here, I would have asked my stylist to get us matching suits!” Lev leaned against the wall, towering over Kenma’s small stature. “How’ve you been, man?”

“Oh, hi Lev,” Kenma softly spoke, begrudgingly making eye contact with the Russian. “Uh, I’ve been fine. Business is good, I guess.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, that’s obviously an understatement,” Lev smacked Kenma on his back. “You trade stocks, dude! You’re a streamer, and you just graduated from college! Your business isn’t good, it’s great!” 

“Mm, you’re loud,” Kenma rubbed his ears in annoyance. “But thanks, I guess. I see you haven’t changed since high school.”

“Yup, I’m a model!” Lev placed his hands on his hips in pride. “I usually do solo work, but I’ll occasionally shoot with Alisa. Oh, and this new girl! She’s from America, and she’s super hot.” Lev chuckled, his green eyes twinkling. “She’s here too, y’know. I could get her for you if you want.”

“Oh, that’s not-”

“I’ll be right back!” 

Kenma groaned and bit down on his bottom lip, snatching a glass of wine that a member of the service staff brought over to him. Out of all people, why did Lev have to be there? It would have made more sense for Yaku or Kuroo. Hell, even Yamamoto would feel more appropriate here than Lev.

Not even a minute passed before Lev returned to annoy Kenma again, dragging a young woman by the wrist who looked slightly confused. Kenma nearly choked on his wine once he laid his eyes upon you. It was no wonder you were a model, you were absolutely gorgeous. The dress you wore only accentuated your curves, and the shade of red you wore complimented your skin tone wonderfully. “Kenma! This is who I work with! Say hi!” Lev wrapped his arm around your waist, his thumb rubbing the velvet fabric. 

Kenma’s brow was raised as he shook your hand, admiring how your choice of nail polish matched your dress. “Oh, hi. Kenma Kozume, I used to go to high school with Lev.”

“I know, he’s told me so many stories!” you giggled, patting Lev on the chest. “I can’t believe you used to be a setter. According to Lev, you were really lazy.” 

“Yup, he never wanted to do any work!” Kenma shot Lev a dirty glance. “Uh, I mean, he was a really good setter. Nekoma won a lot of games because of him.” Lev adjusted the collar of his dress shirt nervously.

“Oh, my mistake. Sorry for calling you lazy.” you awkwardly chuckled, looking down at the ground in shame. 

Kenma shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. It’s honestly better if you don’t believe anything Lev says. He was the worst guy on our team.” his golden eyes glanced at Lev’s hand placement again, noticing how you hadn’t shooed him away. Were you and Lev dating? Models date each other all the time, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. “Lev, can you get her a glass of wine? You’re being rude.”

Lev snapped both of his fingers and winked. “You got it!”

The streamer sighed in relief as Lev wandered off to find a staff member. He ran his painted nails through his hair. “God, I thought he would never leave.” Kenma took another sip of his wine. “So, what’s working with Lev like?

“Oh, he’s a pain in my ass.” you groaned, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. “But we work closely together, so he’s grown on me. He’s annoying, but he’s my closest coworker.”

“So, the two of you aren’t dating?” Kenma raised an eyebrow.”

“Oh, God, no.” you snorted, covering your mouth with your hand. “I wouldn’t date him if he was the last man on Earth.”

Kenma chuckled, his gaze drifting to your exposed cleavage for a moment. “It’s just that Lev is so touchy with you. Sorry for assuming.”

“Lev is touchy with everyone, he can’t help it. He’s a flirt, but he’s not a creep, so I can’t really complain. Plus, he tells people he’s my boyfriend when someone I’m not interested in is flirting with me.” you smiled, placing your hands behind your back. “Lev is sweet but isn’t my type at all.”

“What’s your type then?” Kenma asked, a tinge of pink dancing on his face.

“If I’m being honest? You.” you gazed at Kenma through your eyelashes. “I think you’re really cute, seriously cute. I like how you seem to hate being here as much as I do.” you blushed, fidgeting with the many rings on your fingers.

Kenma bit down on his lower lip. “You hate being here too?”

“I despise it,” you groaned, taking a bold step closer. “My manager forced me to be here with Lev to scout out possible designers who would want to collaborate with us, but it’s just a bunch of dickheads. Sorry for the harsh language, but that’s what they are. Dickheads.”

Chuckling, Kenma brushed some of his long hair off of his shoulder. “Tell me about it. They’re all a bunch of fucking idiots. They’re probably only successful because of their parents. Not me, though. I work for everything I have.” 

You smiled. “Me too. I was scouted when I was still living in America. I miss my home, but Japan isn’t too bad. I can get a reasonably priced riceball whenever I want.” you placed a hand on his bicep, squeezing slightly. “And I get to meet cuties like you, too. That’s my favorite part.”

Kenma blushed and smirked, placing his glass of wine down on a nearby standing table. “So, you’re into self-made nerds?” he tugged on your hand, pulling you closer to his form. You were barely shorter than him, the top of your head just under his nose. Kenma breathed in the scent of your shampoo, sighing at the aroma. Roses and black cherry, an incredibly seductive perfume. Did you smell like this all the time?

“You bet I am,” you purred, placing his hand on your waist. “I’m so into nerds.”

“Fuck,” Kenma softly moaned, squeezing the fabric of your dress in a similar way to Lev. “Wanna get out of here? Since we both hate it so much.” 

You nodded and gripped his wrist. “I thought you’d never ask. Lead the way.”

Kenma pulled you close to his form and slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulder, earning some stares from those in the crowd of the wealthy. He ignored them, squeezing your shoulder every once in a while as the two of you eventually made your way to the valet station. Kenma handed him his ticket and made an ushering gesture. 

“Okay, damn.” the valet walked to the garage and pulled Kenma’s car around, giving him a quizzical look. “Fucking rich people.”

“Hey, I heard that,” Kenma said, closing his car door as you entered the passenger seat. “I’m staying at a hotel just a few minutes away, do you wanna go there?”

“Why would you rent a hotel room and have your car with you?”

“Sometimes I don’t think. Do you wanna go back to my hotel room or not?”

“How about,” you whispered, leaning over the car’s divider. “You find a parking lot, and we make out for a bit? Then we can go back to your hotel,” you nibbled on the shell of his ear. “And have some fun?”

His hands grasped onto the steering wheel, breath catching in his throat. “Fuck,” he mumbled, turning on his car. “Let’s find a damn parking lot. Now.”

You giggled and put on your seatbelt, looking out the window as Kenma drove off to find an empty lot. Not many were in a city as populated as Tokyo, but he eventually found one near a construction site. Sure, he was technically trespassing, but he wasn’t above bribing a security guard if it meant he got to make out with a model in his car. 

Kenma pulled into the white lines and turned his key, shutting off the car. He unbuckled his seatbelt and slid his seat back, giving you ample room. “So, are we doing this or what?” he breathed huskily, his eyes dark and filled with desire. 

You giggled and practically jumped into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck to secure your position. Your plump, red lips hovered above his chapped ones, exchanging hot breath. “Your turn, cutie.”

Kenma smirked slightly before pressing his lips to yours, his hands securing themselves on your waist again. He groaned into the kiss, adoring the sensation of your lipstick. You tasted cherries; did you prefer that fruit more than any other? The kiss was not gentle or caring, it was animalistic and hungry. Electricity surged between your lips as Kenma practically devoured your own, the roughness of his palms being felt as he sneakily slipped his hands underneath your velvet dress so he may have a sneak peek at your delicate curves. The two of you clung to each other in desperation, the tension that was formed when Lev was fetching wine finally snapping. 

Your hands flung for purchase in Kenma’s chestnut strands, tugging on them harshly. He whimpered into your kiss, his hands wandering downwards to your ass. He squeezed it quickly, annoyed by the black lacy stockings and underwear that covered it. You squealed at the sensation, ripping away from the kiss in shock.

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t know if I was allowed to-” he was cut off by your index finger touching his now red-stained lips.

“Your hands are just cold, that’s all,” you assured him, your finger pulling down his bottom lip. “The temperature change was just a shock.”

Kenma sighed in relief, squeezing your ass once more. “Mm, I could get used to this,” he mumbled, grasping your jaw tightly with his left hand. “Should we continue fogging up my car, or can we get back to my hotel room so I can see this pretty body sprawled out on my bed, hm?”

You moaned at Kenma’s newfound confidence. Or maybe it was always there, waiting to be freed like a lion in a cage. “Can we stay here for a while longer, please?” you kissed the side of his neck, leaving a new lipstick mark. “Ravish each other for only a bit longer…”

Kenma tilted his head to the side, giving you better access to his neck. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.” he sighed in pleasure as your lips made contact with his neck once more, his cock growing harder in his dress pants.

You smirked at the dark sounds he was making, sliding your hands under his dress shirt to run your long nails up and down his abs. Kenma was thin, but he had lean muscle. He briefly gasped as your warm fingers danced across his abdomen, mouth left slightly agape as you made the bold choice to nibble on his sensitive neck.

“Oh, do you like that?” you teased, your hands leaving his abs to tug on his hair again. “I never pegged you for someone who likes being bitten.”

“You just met me,” Kenma breathed, pulling you away from his neck. “There’s a lot about me that you don’t know.” his hand gripped your hair, forcefully tugging your neck to the side. “For example,” his breath tickled your neck. “That I bite back. Hard.”

You yelped as his sharp teeth grazed your skin, his lips sucking gently on the spot just above your jugular. You instinctively bucked your hips across his thigh, earning a deep chuckle from him. “Do you like getting bitten, pretty girl?” he pulled away, kissing the spot where he suckled. 

“Very much,” your hands cupped his face, thumbs running over his cheekbones. “Can we get back to your hotel now? You got me all hot and bothered.”

Kenma sighed reluctantly and rested his head on his head. “Well, you got me all bothered, too,” he gestured to the tent in his pants. “I can’t drive until it goes down. I’ll be too…distracted.” he raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh,” you blinked, looking down at the tent between his legs. “Do you want some help with that?” you tilted your head to the side, smiling mischievously.

Kenma chuckled. “If you’re offering, be my fucking guest.” he took off his belt and placed it on the passenger seat. “Uh, we should probably do this in the back. There’s more room up there anyways.”

You giggled and happily hoisted yourself into the backseat, dragging Kenma along with you. He grunted as he hit the expensive leather backing of his car, quickly becoming distracted as you got on your knees and sank below him. “Fuck, you look so pretty like that,” he mumbled, his right hand tangling itself in your hair. “Don’t keep me waiting, baby. The sooner you suck me off, the sooner I can drive us back to my hotel,” his voice dropped to a deep whisper. “And the sooner I can make you bounce on this cock.”

Your hands trembled as you pawed at the hem of his pants, tugging them down to his ankles. He wore slick, black boxers that had a wet spot at the very top, undoubtedly caused by the precum leaking from his cock. You gasped as his cock sprang free from entrapment, slapping beautifully against his shirt.

Kenma groaned as the hot air of the car hit his leaking cock, the pretty pink head gushing with precum. Your fingers curled around the base of his cock, running up and down the pulsating vein. He let out a low groan as you stroked him gently, sending shivers down your spine. He was painfully hard, practically throbbing in your hand. 

“Be a good girl,” Kenma murmured in a low rumble. “And suck it.”

You opened your mouth, your tongue poking out to lick his tip, gathering the precum on your wet muscle. It was salty and bitter and yet so incredibly addicting. You took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling in circles around the head. His hips bucked forward, nearly causing you to choke on his length. 

“Shit, you got some mouth on you,” Kenma’s grip tightened in your hair. “M’not sure if I’m gonna last for much longer.”

You simply hummed as you licked the underside of his shaft, reveling in how he felt on your tongue. Your jaw slowly ached from being open for so long, but you didn’t care. All that mattered right then was sucking Kenma’s cock like it was your life’s mission. His hand clenched your hair, pulling your mouth further onto his cock until you were choking on his length, his hips bucking slowly into your mouth in desperate chase of his release. 

“F-fuck! Sorry baby, didn’t mean to fuck your mouth,” Kenma whimpered, the sensation of the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat driving him wild. “God, but you look so good taking all of me. I’m gonna cum on your tongue, yeah?” you frantically nodded, tears swelling up in your eyes as his cock abused your throat over and over again. 

With a final pulse in your mouth, Kenma came. You whimpered at the thick liquid entering your mouth, pooling at the back of your tongue. He groaned as he pulled you off of his length, his face incredibly flushed. “Don’t swallow yet,” he commanded. “Show me.” 

You stuck your tongue out, showing Kenma his seed that gathered on your tongue so wonderfully. He moaned at the sight, letting go of your hair. “Good girl. You can swallow now.” you nodded, swallowing his release slowly. It was still bitter and salty, but you wouldn’t mind doing it again. 

“Oh, it’s…different,” you tried to hide your grimace, aiming instead to shrivel your nose. “Really different.”

“If my cum tastes bad, you can just say that,” Kenma got himself dressed, fumbling his way to the driver's seat. “I don’t really have the best diet, I’m sorry about that.”

You chuckled and climbed to get in the passenger seat, your hair now thoroughly tangled and knotted. “It was one of the more bitter loads I’ve swallowed over the years.”

“Over the years, eh?” Kenma pushed the gas pedal, following the GPS coordinates to his hotel. “So you’re experienced?”

“Yeah, I am,” you crossed your arms, growing defensive. “If you don’t like that, I can go as soon as we get to the hotel.”

“What? No. I don’t care how many guys you’ve fucked.” Kenma rolled his eyes, his fingers tapping his steering wheel. “It’s none of my business. Why should I care?”

“Some guys care about that,” you responded.

“Well, not me.” Kenma shrugged as he pulled into the valet parking of the hotel, getting out of the car. He opened the door for you, wrapping an arm around your waist again. “Park it over there if you can,” he instructed the valet. “If you can manage to get it out of the sun in the morning, you’ll get a nice tip.”

As the valet made off with his car, you looked at the small bruise you left on his neck. It was cute and tiny, just like he was. As you entered the hotel lobby, you gasped, admiring the gorgeous dangling crystal chandelier. “

“Wow, this is gorgeous,” you breathed, grasping onto Kenma’s bicep. “I’ve stayed at fancy hotels before, but this beats all of them combined.” you looked at him briefly. “I forgot how rich you are.”

Kenma chuckled and walked you to the elevator. His hand firmly grasped your waist. “I don’t really put that much into my appearance if you haven’t noticed,” he smirked, selecting the seventh-floor button. The elevator dinged as you felt it rise up, getting distracted by the various mirrors in the small machine. “Hey, what if we made out in here, hm? We can press the emergency stop button.” you wiggled your eyebrows.

Kenma shook his head, squeezing your waist in assurance. “Nah, they have cameras in here. If the tape got out, our careers would be over,” his voice dropped to a whisper. “Although, I’d really like it if we fucked in front of a mirror sometime.”

“Maybe we will. It depends on how much I enjoy tonight.” you winked. 

The elevator dinged as you reached the seventh floor. Kenma practically pulled you out of it and dragged you to his room. He fumbled with the keycard as sweat dripped from his brow. He smirked as the key unlocked, pushing you inside. 

You giggled as you stumbled into his room, being granted only a moment to admire the elegant decor before his lips were upon yours again. One of his hands rested on your upper back while the other on your lower, his lips moving furiously with yours. You whimpered into the kiss, stumbling across the room with him until your behind met his tall mattress. Kenma broke the kiss and smirked, pushing you onto the mattress with a chuckle.

You giggled, the silky sheets enveloping you. Kenma took off your expensive heels and placed them on the ground next to his dress shoes, shrugging off his suit jacket in the process. “It’ll only get in the way,” he grunted, unbuttoning his shirt as well. “I’ve been waiting for too damn long only to get cockblocked by a stupid jacket.”

You smiled and took off your dress, tossing the expensive velvet fabric on the floor. Kenma’s breath hitched in his throat, biting his lip at seeing you in only black stockings and lingerie. “Holy shit,” he whispered, quickly taking off the rest of his clothes. “I can see why you’re a model. Fucking hell.”

He slammed his lips onto yours once more, his tongue prodding desperately for entrance to your cavern. You happily obliged, fingers entangling themselves in his chestnut strands again. Your teeth clashed in the molten kiss as he shamelessly explored your mouth, his typically lazy mannerisms being overcome with want for you. 

Kenma pulled away, gasping desperately for air. He wiped his mouth of any saliva that had gotten loose and firmly grasped your arms, rolling you over so you were on top. “Fuck,” he groaned, squeezing your thighs. “Fucking ride me, pretty girl. I need to you fucking badly.”

You smirked and shimmied off of his lap, pulling down your stockings and panties. You remained only in your bra, earning a disapproving look from Kenma. “Take that off too,” he ordered, feeling greedy. “I wanna see those tits bounce as you ride my cock.” 

You bit down on your lip and flung your bra to the opposite side of the room, your nipples growing hard as soon as the cold air of the hotel graced your chest. Kenma sighed, admiring your gorgeous naked form in front of him. It made perfect sense that you were a model. You were stunning. Every freckle and beauty spot made you that much more desirable. 

“So damn pretty,” Kenma’s hips involuntarily bucked in the air.

You giggled and squeezed your breasts, crawling back onto his lap. Your nails peeled his boxers off, letting his cock spring free once more. “Fuck, you’re hard again? Do you need more time to recover?” you asked.

“Hell no,” Kenma firmly grasped the base of his cock, pumping it with his fist. “I just need you to sit on it and ride me all night long. C’mon, pretty girl.”

You nodded and hovered above his cock, pausing momentarily. “By the way, I’m on the pill. Don’t worry.” 

Kenma began to smile, the expression being cut short and replaced with a look of euphoria as you slowly sunk onto his cock, mouth slightly agape as you struggled to adjust to his size. He wasn’t that girthy, but he was fucking long. 

“Shit,” you whimpered, leaning forward so your hands could find purchase in the bedsheets. “My throat could barely handle you. Fuck, you’re long.”

Kenma groaned as your greedy pussy took in all his length, begrudgingly giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “Do you feel good, pretty girl?” he squeezed one of your tits tightly. 

You nodded. “Yeah, you feel so fucking good.”

Kenma smirked, slapping your ass harshly. “So fucking ride me, I gotta see those tits bouncing in my face.”

You lifted your hips and plunged downwards quickly, grimacing slightly. Your hands chose to support themselves on his toned chest, using him to stabilize yourself as you slowly rose your hips up and down on his length, taking your sweet time.

Kenma sighed as his cock slid in and out of you, quickly growing annoyed with how gentle you were being with him. “Am I too much for you to handle, pretty?” his voice dripped with mockery.

“K-kind of. Fuck,” you groaned, trying to sink up and down faster.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” his hands lifted you off of his cock before mercilessly slamming you back down, filling you up so perfectly. You cried out, the sensation almost sending you over the edge and into nirvana. You arched your back, your fingers clawing at his chest.

“God, you’re dripping all over my stomach,” he huffed, pulling your torso closer to connect with his own. “So fucking sexy.”

You wriggled above him, moan after sensual moan being ripped from your lungs as Kenma slams you down on his cock over and over again, his balls colliding with your ass. “Fuck!” you sobbed, grasping, arching your back once more so your tits bounced in Kenma’s face. 

“Fucking perfect,” Kenma growled, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. The way the walls of your cunt milked his cock so desperately, he knew the two of you were close. “You wanna fucking cum with me, pretty baby? Make a mess all over like a good little slut? You know you want to.” his hand left your hips, grasping tightly onto your jaw. “Fucking say it.”

“I wanna make a mess all over your cock, Kenma! Shit!” you threw your head back, euphoria slowly approaching. 

“Good fucking girl,” Kenma tugged your jaw down, kissing you harshly as his orgasm washed over him. He groaned into your mouth, his cum eagerly filling you up with a pleasantly warm sensation. Your pussy milked him for all he was worth, happily squeezing his throbbing shaft.

“Shit!” you whimpered, shuddering as you felt nirvana as well. Your release coated his member, coming off of him with a wet popping sound. 

“Damn, that was really fucking good,” Kenma groaned as you rolled off of him, laying beside him on the massive bed. “You are…so fucking pretty. I’m glad I met you at that party.” he offered you a weak smile. 

“Me too, it was nice,” you smiled in return, kissing him on the cheek. “I assume I’m staying the night?” 

“Obviously,” Kenma rolled his eyes, pulling you closer to his sweaty form. “It would be a dick move not to cuddle you after I fucked your brains out.”

You giggled. “I’m glad,” the room smelled of sex and desire, the atmosphere thick with compensated tension. You yawned, curling yourself impossibly closer to him. “Well, I’m beat. See you tomorrow.” you closed your eyes, allowing the room's warmth to overtake you.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Kenma mumbled, falling asleep soon afterward.

You woke up to the buzzing of your phone, groaning in annoyance. “What fucking time is it…” you mumbled, reaching onto the ground to collect your device from your dress pocket. Your eyes barely open, you stared at your lock screen at an assault of missed texts and calls. “Oh fuck.”

“Hm? What’s up?” Kenma yawned, rubbing his eyes.

“We forgot about Lev.” you plainly stated, gulping anxiously. 

Kenma shrugged his shoulders, crawling to your side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. “So what? He’s not our problem.”

You smiled, giggling at his peppering of kisses. “Yeah, I guess he isn’t.”