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soranihimawari · 4 years ago

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Dixie Cup Phones & Melodies:

A Kyotani “Mad Dog” Kentaro short

Aomori, YN: a second year student who captures his attention when Yahaba volunteers him to drop off some coursework to her house.

Rated: KMF (kyoutani mad dog fluff) before bonus excerpt: sfw//after bonus nsfw

Genre: fluff & nsfw

Warnings for nsfw: domestic abuse mention //brat tamer!reader// soft dom!reader// degradation & hard dom mention

Tagging: @m0nstergeneration20xx who asked for a Kyoutani short a while back.

Maggie May played in the random library shuffle when I wrote this.

This one got me in the “bonus” cut.

An old string telephone is draped high above my desk. They were a bit dusty and yellowing paper cups, but they were a constant reminder I did have a friend who lived across the street from me and we’d tell each other secrets late at night until we were seven and we had to move away because daddy was a bad man. And mama was tired of being his punching bag, so she smacked him across the face with a cast iron skillet, told me to get into the car and we were gonna visit granny for a while...

Eight Years Later:

I laid awake with my headphones on listening to the jazz classics while the calculus questions were somehow blurring together. My trashcan was slowly being filled by tissue balls and empty lemonade/citrus juices. I was always rendered incapacitated during this time of year by my severe case of hayfever during the change of seasons My smartphone lit up with well wishes from a few of my friends because they knew I couldn’t join them on the class trip to the natural history museum. I had to silence my phone altogether so I can at least retain some semblance of quiet for another half hour. I decided to come back to the last half of the assigned homework I was working on when I received a phone call from a fellow second year.

“Hello,” my voice sounded really muppet-like because of my stuffed sinuses.

“Umm, hi. This is Yahaba?” the voice on the other line sounded really nervous, but his voice kind of cracked at the last syllable of his name. He was the really pretty chestnut haired kid in the class across from me. I closed my mind when I hummed finally recognizing his sports club jacket. I lean back into my chair reaching over for the box of tissues. I gently clear out my nose letting out a cough as I hear him apologize for calling me.

“You’re from class 2-C, yeah?” my voice squeaks out too. This must be the student whom sensei said would pass along the notes and other works I missed during school. I was already out sick for the past two days. Day three would be tomorrow and I was feeling kind of down about not attending the field trip.

“That’s right,” he confirms. “Listen, one of the other volleyball club second years is going to be stopping by with your lesson packet soon, chibi-chan.”

“Has anyone ever told you you hang out with Oikawa too much?”

“Ouch,” he feins a gasp. On the other end of the line, his teammate scowls because of a stupid comment he made, he is now tasked with being Yahaba’s silly errand boy. It doesn’t help that one of myfriends decided to stop by in the middle of practice asking their assistant coach if they could speak to the second year members to serve as liaison for the coursework missed. When coach calls a time out, my friend explains my situation and Yahaba who tries to be someone like his fellow senior, delegates Kyoutani to the job.

“Aomori-san and I owe you one,” my friend clasps her hands extending her thanks to the duo after she texts them my phone number.

I thank the VBC member on the other line after asking for the phone number for of the teammate he had delegated to be “errand boy.:”

20:07:

Kyoutani has never been one to be volunteering for doing the bare minimum outside of academics and club responsibilities yet Yahaba had to insist he be the one to drop off the work some classmate he didn’t care for. He kicked the stones walking toward my neighborhood. I was enjoying my horror movie ‘scare-a-thon’ with Scream 2 when my eyes wandered toward my window to see ‘rebel’-Kyoutani from the adjoining class walking toward my front door. He had changed into the Seijoh VBC white and teal tracksuits. (I had been wearing a red and black camisole/ebony leggings). I make a silent note to I let the movie play on in the background and when I heard my name being called to come out of my room by my mother.

Surprisingly enough, Kyoutani was introspectively respectful to the adult in the room when I round the corridor. He spots me first and sends me a pleading look in his eyes. I pretend to not notice the way a twinge of pastel pink makes its presence known, so I scratch the sides of my left eye as a silent sign to him, before my mom turns around. Kyoutani awkwardly stands there, wondering if he’d ever seen me on campus; in his head, he was expecting another pretty boy like his senpai to come out instead of another attractive lady to call him out for blushing profusely.

“Oh! There you are Ao,” her voice was warm. “Your handsome friend here said he had your coursework packet for today.”

“Thanks ma,” I said as she excuses herself back to the kitchen where the plum porridge was simmering on the stove. She gives us a once over arching her brow before her she makes a comment about how she works in the hospital close by (meaning the matriarch can and possibly will try to kick your ass if you make my daughter cry stare).

I thank the gods of good fortune that woman left us alone. Kyoutani breathes a nervous sigh of relief as her shadow disappears around the corner, but he inhales sharply when I invade his personal bubble when I lean forward a smidge. I did it on purpose to see if he’d look down and see my bra color spilling out. Well, enough for him to catch me before I lost my balance and slammed head first into his track jacket zipper. I suppose my fever didn’t necessarily break as fast as I had thought.

“You did that on purpose,” he snarls, clearly annoyed by my prank. His voice is laced with a “woman, don’t start with me because neither Yahaba nor your friend said you’re this pretty” tone.

“Aww, don’t tell me you blushing when you saw me was on purpose,” I chide. Kyoutani sighs before dropping his arms at his sides. I fix my posture and cast my eyes down sort of disappointed laughing at myself practically failing at this kind of banter. Why was I so nervous? I never noticed that scar above his brow before...

“It’s because I don’t know whether you’re flirtin’ or not with me babe,” he grumbles clearly struggling to look away from my face.

“Parley on the flirting for five minutes,” I mull over my poor choice of words asking him to give me the assignments.

“Fine.” his voice is gruff and my vocal chords constrict in their soreness. I felt a dry cough come through my already healing throat where it diminishes. I thank him before he leaves he mutters a get well soon and I reach out for his hand to stop him from leaving. His tense shoulders relax a little bit as he shares this bewildered stare and I immediately almost squeeze his hand reassuring him that he is welcomed here any time as I let him go.

“Do you want to stay for dinner Kyou?”

My voice was filled with sincerity made apparent since my mom raised her voice saying the porridge was ready.

“Looks like I have to now. Can’t disappoint your mama now can I Ao-sama?”

“Oh, now you’re flirting with me?!”

He chuckles at my snarky comment before he drops his school bag next to mine and kicks off his shoes flashing a toothy grin at me. Shout out to my nervous system and one Kyoutani Kentaro causing my heart to beat out of rhythm and he knew it.

FRIDAY the 13th:

I came back to class when my hay fever subsided only to be welcomed back by having half of the volleyball club members rotate visiting my classroom. Suddenly, when I asked Yahaba why they were doing this during mid-morning break, his answer caught me off guard.

“Mad Dog actually likes you and he’s been really pissy lately. We’re all trying to find out different things about you we could tell him about so he can confess to you.”

I stand up immediately telling him I had forgotten something back in the science wing. A few minutes later, I find the errand boy by the emergency stairwell of the building sipping on his water bottle and munching on a bahnmi sandwich. I sternly walk toward Kyoutani to ask him if he wanted to ditch last period with me. I sort of pout when he explains that he was already on thin ice with our foreign language teacher and I say something I shouldn’t have:

“And here I thought ya wanted to at least make out with me on the roof instead of eye fucking me off campus.”

“It’s not like you stopped me last time baby girl.”

“I swear you’re gonna eat those words one day because I can’t wait for the day I could punish you at home brat.”

The next thing I know my body is pressed against the wall of closest stairwell and before I could even blink, Kyoutani’s mouth is roughly pressed against mine. I hold on to his upper arms latching on to him making him growl against my greedy mouth.His annoyance with me had finally snapped and when I run my tongue against his bottom lip, he denies me what I want until I bite the corner of his mouth thus catching him off guard until I use his weight against him: I forcefully turn his body around when I “trip”him thereby he and I switch places.

When he feels his shoulders pressed against the cool concrete wall, this vibrant coursed kiss does break. The shock of being placed in a kabedon cage by me washes over him. My eyes darken to their sinister shade and to be fair, it made the boy in front of me test my patience. Angry kisses where I get denied any sort of tongue action from the person opposite me made me thoroughly annoyed, especially if Kyoutani decided to be a brat who needed to learn that one: I prefer to tame brats; and two: I am a sadist behind closed doors. My hands move to hold his face gently, tracing the highest points of his features with the pads of my fingers.

“Angel, are you really going to tempt me like that?” I am coy, calm, and collected. “I’ll have you know I don’t mind being your little sadistic whore.”

“And I have to teach you some manners slut,” Kyoutani retorts kissing the apples of my cheek. Who knew a sensual threat like that could come from him? There is no calculation for how he enjoyed watching my reaction to being degraded mildly to which my lips turn upwards into a short lived scowl. it was a new expression for him to see on me, but I shake it off when I press my forehead against his. My thoughts run amuck to text him degrading names I like depending on my mood and today I chose “sadistic whore” to hold higher than “slut” since those were said in a semi-public domain.

“Not gonna lie though, I never expected you to kabedon me,” he confesses when he draws star shapes on my shoulders getting me to relax them a little bit.

“Kyoutani, I’m part of the judo club. I could flip Iwa-senpai on his ass if I actually tried, but he’s cool to be around, but he scares me sometimes. Oh and the answer is yes by the way.”

He quirks his brow at me when I drop one of my arms by my side; I like the way his nose scrunched up when he feigns aggression toward ‘friends.’ To be honest, I wasn’t expecting him to call me after I had been coming back to school regularly. We started off talking about ridiculous antics he witnesses within the VBC and I tell him the story about the paper cups.

I suppose when you’re seventeen you form crushes pretty easily; I don’t know how or why, but one afternoon during a pretty rough rainstorm, he made it to the front door of my house. My mom answered the door only to be greeted again by his neutral expression. He greets her as he walks past the small space where he placed his bags and shoes down last time. I come around the hallway when my mom didn’t answer my calls saying that “kenta” (she liked shorthanding first names) was here and making a comment saying she was going to see if any of her brother’s clothes would fit him. She seemed distraught and I had yet to find out why.

I said ok and walked to see my classmate, drying off his hair with a towel, and when I call out his name, I gasp at the bruise forming around his eyebrow and upon closer inspection I could see the hurt behind his eyes: “I had no where else to go,” they project.

“Angel, who did this?” I ask. “I have a first aid kit underneath the sink.”

“...why do you care?”

“Because I do,” I tell him. He sends me a questionable stare, but he freezes when I lightly trace over his bruising brow bone . “And because I am not afraid of your father. Now sit down, babe and let me take over please.”

Kyoutani nods when I leave him to finish getting dressed and remind him that he doesn’t have to fight alone. He sits down in my study chair, clutching the first aid kit in one hand and my waist in the other.

“Alright, now if you’re going to be sweet to me, I need you to let go a little bit, ok angel?”

I, out of habit, didn’t think anything of it, but I quickly kissed his forehead and began to clean his microabrasions and place butterfly bandages over his brow. I wondered often if Kyoutani knew his hold on my waist didn’t fluctuate much making sure I was a real person half the time.

“Mama walked out on us after she had me,” he tells me this in confidence. “Then the beatings started when I turned ten and it hasn’t stopped nor does it slow down. ‘m tired of fighting all the time.”

“Kyoutani, I’m going to say this once because we’re friends: but can you ease up on squeezing me like that? I can’t really breathe right now and you’re nose is being real friendly with my boob.”

He rolls his eye at me and he removes his hands from my waist. I do take some sort of pity on him because I take a firm hold to his wrists and place his calloused palms to my face. I could see the hesitation he has before he realizes he needed to relax his palms in order to “cup a pretty girl’s face.”

“I’m just glad you’re alive,” I confess in a timid manner. “I don’t think I’d want to formulate a relationship with the ghost you. C’mon kid, let’s get you into bed.”

There was an evident of a smirk on his face when I tossed him a pillow before I laid myself down on my bed inviting him to sleep here next to me using the excuse of, “well if you’re anything like iwa-Senpai, I’d rather have you try to be all grabby underneath the comfort of my duvet.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Trust me, Iwazumi may not project a mean personality, but I could tell he’d fuck like a demon right off the bat.”

“I’m afraid to ask, but—”

“You? Hmm... I like you enough as it is. If you’re asking if I dreamt about you fucking me like a bitch in heat, then yes. Yes I have.”

Kyoutani’s head swivels back and forth as his laughter echoes throughout his upper body. He traces features with a demure innocence i didn’t think he knew he had. Either that, or the way I sigh when his ministrations continue replacing his hands with these short kisses poses him to ask me about the paper cups in the corner as he stops to focus on a peculiar room decoration:

“Mind telling me ‘bout the cups there?”

That was the first night for three days he stays overnight because of the fights at home and being jumped repeatedly back to back was not a fun way to spend every night after practice. It was also the same night I told him about the paper cups and about my neighbor’s kid who eventually served as a witness in family law firm the abuse my mother and I suffered from pops. Also, once mother and father dearest were legally divorced, I was inspiredto take up a marital art in middle school, to which he replies with, “I like girls with a little bite to them.”

“Yes to what?” Kyoutani asks me. I don’t see nor feel his lithe fingers wrap around my skirt’s belt loop. “I didn’t even asked you nothing yet.”

My lips are pressed against his again the moment his arms latch themselves off my skirt to my natural waist. With a good tug from his hand, I had a tumbled forward, a gasp escaping my lips when our lips began to move against the other in a pastel hue. For us, this kiss was light and airy. The contradiction of our rough edges bringing balance to the way we listen and adapt to our liplock embrace here.

A chaste feeling bubbled in his throat as it dissipated, the growl came back which I gladly stole when he lets me deepen this kiss further; his lips set fire to my jawline the minute I back down to step away from him rubbing my hips with his fingers. His ministrations had continued and he knew I liked his touch from the way I tried to playfully bite his arms before I pause our fun formulating my answer.

“Yes to this,” I tap my lips and I place my dominant hand in between the pleats of the fabric between my thighs slightly straightening out the fabric. I could feel part of my arousal through my cheeky cut panties. “And to that eventually, but for now call me yours. You can take care of me later.”

He snickers at the thought of what I was trying to hint at biting my bottom lip; I knew I had acted brash, but from what had transpired with Kyoutani made a mess outta me before we would be officially offical.

“Be mine, Ao,” he commands as he pulls me flush against him. “I’m going to make sure you can’t walk for a week.”

“I told you my answer already,” I formerly answer, stroking his ego a little bit. “Now if you’ll excuse me, it seems I have to help my boyfriend understand that if he doesn’t want me to be a bitch, he’ll take care of me after club practice.”

Kyoutani walks with me back to class holding my hand in his with this sinister smile plastered on his face.

“By the way, we really need to learn how to flirt and communicate better,” I state laughing at the way this boy’s face grows more flustered by my comment.

//end

Bonus:

A couple days later, I receive word that there was a scuffle going on between the lads in the volleyball club. Apparently Oikawa said something stupid and Yahaba pushed Kyoutani’s buttons and now Iwazumi had trouble controlling the situation. I walk into the gym where the shouting continued. Yahaba shoved Kyoutani and I flew across the court and yanked the pretty boy back by his collar catching him off guard when he fell onto the ground. Iwazumi pulls his kouhai back before he lunged at his teammate.

“Yahaba, shut the fuck up and leave him alone,” my voice is ironclad and the blood drains from both their faces. I was furiously debating whether I should scold Kyoutani too, but considering we had a short argument earlier, he too might listen to reason.

“You’re both on the same team so I suggest you two act like it,” I press on. Oikawa mouths a thanks to me when he helps his junior up off the floor and Iwazumi had successfully cleared Kyoutani’s head with a hard smack on the back of his blonde head.

“As for you Kyoutani,” I walk over to where they were standing. “I’m revoking all harness privileges for the week brat bastard. And don’t give me that look, I’m still mad at you for eating the last cupcake I was saving last time you came over.”

Mattsukawa let out a low whistle because he knew of Kyoutani’s girlfriend, but after this whole debockle he and the rest of the third years decide to back off for a moment and see how this plays out: clearly the harness thing was not a stretch for some of them to figure out since their teammate had been sporting some oddly placed bruising from our rigger escapade the day before the team went through training camp week.

“As for you, Yahaba,” I divert my attention to him and before he could even make a snarky remark, I dish out his punishment. “Ice pop Tuesday rights revoked for the rest of the term.”

“Seriously?!” He whines. “But that’s today! I thought we were friends Aomori-chan!”

“We are, but I don’t appreciate you pickin’ a fight with each other dumbass. And from what I can tell, you started this fight and now I’m telling you I’m ending it,” I clasp my hands together before I wave over my shoulder. “Have fun during practice. I’m outta here.”

No one says anything until I leave except for Mattsukawa:

“Now I know why you don’t want to share.”

Later that night, my mother tells me she was called into work at the hospital down the road. Her coworker at the phlebotomy lab called out, so the department head called her cell. She hurriedly changes into her burgundy scrubs and reminds me there is left over sour pickle soup in the fridge. Then, before she leaves, she imparts practical wisdom on me:

“If you decide to have Kenta over, remember a) consent is sexy and b) get busy safely,” she laughs as I let out a groan. “I’m just being a doting mother babs. You’re in charge of your life. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mother, please,” I laugh it off with her as she shakes her head when she leaves. What I didn’t expect to see a few minutes later was Kyoutani on the other side of my front door with an apology bouquet in his hands. The pout was a nice touch, I tell him holding the flowers opening the door wider for him to come in. I was dressed in compression leggings and a mustard shade dry fit turtle neck this time unexpectedly matching the golden petals of the star jasmine flowers. He comes in and waits until I close the door after him. Our school bags are on the floor by the shoe rack again. Today was the beginning of another weekend in Sendai, but we had made plans to hang out for a couple days throughout the four day break.

“Kyoutani,” I begin after placing them in a flower vase by the kitchen window. “You ok?”

“Am I forgiven yet?” His hands are shaking out of fear I’d leave him or worse our relationship sours and we can’t even be friends (which doesn’t happen. Like sir, have you seen yourself? You could get it and I’d say thank you now fuck me into next week, but I’m not complaining).

“Hey now, don’t fear the reaper,” I quote the lyric as I walk toward him. He was standing in the kitchen clenching his hands and after I dry my hands, come around the corner. I hold his face in my palm and now granted, we’ve been together for a little over four months and he has yet to show me this expression. His eyes are glassy and he normally cries out of frustration at his home (he tells me about the bygone fighting at home that end with a jab or two from his father).

“Woah,” I said in a whispered tone. I peck his lips, causing him to wrap his arms around my frame holding me tighter. “Kyoutani? What’s a matter?”

“Don’t leave me too,” the hurt is evident and I remember he tells me his mother left him with his father at an early age and he’s afraid I would too over something like today.

“Kentaro,” my voice is calming now the more I run a comforting hand through his hair. The little buzz cut he has tickles my palm. “I’m not going anywhere babe. You know this. We can go slow if you want me to.”

“If I get to go hard on you later tomorrow,” his snarky reply earned him a soft flick on his forehead. “I bought you flowers and got you to be a soft dom for me in one day. I know you’re going to need to be in the right headspace before tomorrow...”

I roll my eyes stifling a laugh from him before he uses his lips to draw out the kanji for the word “mine” on my shoulder blades. I sneer at him before I laid out the ground rules: don’t break the kitchen furniture and two no rigging.

“You thought I forgot about your punishment brat?” I asked sweetly. “Maybe I should remind you that you’re in my house today and I will fuck some manners back into you. Do you remember our little word game for when you want me to stop?”

His breathing hitches in his throat as I chomp down on the flesh of his exposed neck when I seductively slide off his jacket for him. I walk to the kitchen table and lean against it gripping the edges for balance. He begins tracing my legs with tactile kisses and he answers mid-calf.

“Dragon.”

“On your knees again, I didnlt say you could begin sweetheart,” my voice is uncharacteristically laced with venom. “Good. Now if how about you’re close?”

“Azure.”

“Mmm. And if you want me to go harder?” I have a pugnacious look on my face and Kyoutani is biting back a jovial grin.

“Melodies.”

“Fantastic,” I feign my coquette tone no longer and I clear my throat. “Make yourself useful brat and quit talking or I’ll be forced to gag you.”

Some days, especially like today, I live to draw out the last word from his kiss bruised lips.

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