Just a collection of smuts, fluffs, and angsts to satisfy y'all. But be warned, as there are quite a few kinky scenes in this book.
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A/n: this near-lime so is you're not comfortable don't read.
MODEL!AU!
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Y/F/N Y/L/N. One of the best, most beautiful, most famous models for one of the most famous companies worldwide: GUCCI. You lived for it since you were a teen. You loved their unique ideas, clothes and accessories. To put it simply, you loved your job.
Your looks and style captivated the world since your first photoshoot and they were going crazy for you. A late teen living a lavish lifestyle. Paparazzi everywhere you went, cameras consistently in your face. You did love it, but sometimes it got annoying. I mean, a girl's gotta have her privacy, you know?
You were currently preparing for your latest shoot. And the theme was sexy. Obviously you were nervous, as you had to be paired up with another model. A male model. You had done photoshoots with other people before but this one was going to have skinship. Between you and one of the hottest male models in the world: Kuroo Tetsuro. Obviously you would be nervous.
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I was currently getting my makeup done in my dressing room. I think I was supposed to be a girl doing a one-night stand in some skimpy GUCCI clothes. And trust me when I said these clothes were skimpy.
I was supporting a mesh crop top and a black lace bra and the only covering I had over my womanhood was matching black lace thongs. Also, a moderately large black jean jacket was draped over my shoulders. Like, who's shitty idea was this? Not my first choice of clothing to give a good impression to one of the best if not the best looking male model in the world.
However, from what my stylist told me he was a cocky brat, a womanizer. My stylist's name was Yachi Hitoka. She was blonde, small, talkative and kind. I trust her with my life. I told her everything, and she had worked with every known model in the modeling world. So, naturally, I trusted in her opinion.
My makeup was dramatic too. Smokey eye-makeup, red lipstick and all that jazz. My hair was curled to an extent so it wasn't too over-the-top. But then again, look at my whole outfit. As if that wasn't over-the-top enough.
Some voices and footsteps were heard through the door and some people entered. "Y/F/N Y/L/N?" A deep voice enquired. I spun around in my chair. I was met with my manager, Bokuto, and two other gentlemen. One of them was cute and had normal height and had yellow-black ombre hair. It kind of reminded me of pudding.
The other was completely different. He was tall. Very tall. He had black, bedhead hair and piercing, sharp, analytical eyes. He wore a slight, almost-not-even-there smirk. No doubt this was the famous Tetsuro. He had an air about him. It was like he knew he was good-looking.
As soon as he entered he eyed me like how a lion looks at his prey. His stare...made me feel victimized. It was like he could see me naked-scratch that, I wasn't wearing enough clothes to say that. I crossed my legs so tight I thought they would never unravel, and pulled the jacket a little tighter around me.
"Y/N, this is Tetsuro and this is Kozume, his manager. I hope you guys will get along nicely now, because we have been friends since childhood. Alright?" Bokuto said, leading Kozume and Hitoka away, but not before Hitoka could give me a wink and a sympathetic look.
The door closed, leaving only me and Tetsuro in the room. Alone. How much worse could this get? I turned back to the mirror and started occupying myself with something to make my attention diverted from this hot but cocky(?) Tetsuro in my dressing room. He walked over to the sofa next to my chair and sat in it. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time.
"So...this is the famous L/N F/N? I kinda expected less...after all the shit that I heard from Tobio." He snickered. My heart clenched at the sound of that name. My ex-boyfriend and co-model, Kageyama Tobio. He had once been the light of my life, and I gave my heart to him...but he just tossed that heart of mine into the trash. He had cheated on me with this next model I had never heard of. Some 'Shimizu Kiyoko' or something.
My expression had dropped and something was threatening to fall from my eyes. But no, I wasn't going to show him that I was weak. He saw my face and his expression changed to something of guilt and stood up and tried to come near me. I shook my head, got up, and backed away from him. I smiled bitterly. "Look, look, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that, I just-" He growled and ruffled his hair.
NEAR-LIME BIT(I GUESS)
I was bent over the counter looking into the dresser mirror, busy dabbing at my eyes with a tissue when I was slammed into the sofa. I whimpered at the harsh contact. He started sliding his hand up and down my thigh while kissing down my neck. "T-Tetsuro..." I gasped. "Ssshhhhh, I'm sorry", he said while kissing down my neck. "I'm sorry." He said. "I'm sorry." He repeated. "30 SECONDS 'TILL THE SHOOT" someone down the corridor shouted. "Stop..." I whispered as his hand was about to reach my womanhood. He carried on. "STOP!" I shouted as I managed to push him off.
His eyes were half-lidded and his breathing was shaky. I walked past him to the shooting room without looking at him. The shoot looked like amazing. It was sexy, but not too overdone. The actual shoot was on the sofa bit.
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"Alright, so we're gonna start the shoot now, we can't have any breaks except the halfway break which is two hours, okay everyone?" Bokuto announced. Everyone replied with an "OKAY!" My gut was having a butterfly moment as I thought about me and Tetsuroo on the couch...exposed... It sent shivers down my spine.
"Could we have Y/N and Tetsuro out front now please?"
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A/n:so... *coughs awkwardly* if you want to request, feel free because the requests are open
