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clingy!kentarou x reader (taming maddog)

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warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / riding maddog / 69 / obsessive!maddog / clingy!needy!maddog / possessive!maddog / loneliness theme / 'i can fix him' trope / libero!reader / johsai girls' team reader / maddog being canonically mean / implied virginity / experienced!reader / emotionally intelligent reader / emotionally stunted maddog / 3.6k words

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"(Y/n), like, I know you've got a type and all..."

"Mhmm," You follow absentmindedly, tracking your latest obsession like a hawk.

Number 16 was different- not just attractive, but he had a threatening, intense, sharp presence about him. He was just about the only member of the guys' team who didn't subscribe to a cheerful, cooperative environment. His little outburst earlier caught your attention, and he was currently benched for pushing Oikawa.

He sure was aggressive. You bit your lip and watched him stretch from the bleachers.

"But I heard he's actually crazy."

The other girls on your team would never understand what possessed you to put yourself in danger, going after the most deviant of guys you could find. It was an endearing joke amongst the team, at this point, but they did worry for your safety.

"What's his name?" You looked to them for the first time, mind already made up.

Whispers of Kentarou, Kyoutani, Maddog, were shared as you settled back to watching him. Lots of horror stories of him getting in trouble, getting into fights, yelling at teachers, other students, getting suspended for a time all encouraged you. The nickname he earned made you significantly more fascinated.

You could fix him. It would at least be fun to try.

You couldn't help but ponder where his true fault lied, how it twisted into so much unwarranted aggression.

Was he not held as a baby? Did he have a bad home life? Had it manifested into some kind of sexual dysfunction? You wondered if he was this big of a presence in the bedroom. You smiled at the strong possibility that he wasn't.

Maybe that was a bit Freudian of you to assume, but your previous diagnoses hadn't steered you wrong yet. The guys you slept with were all weirdos- losers- psychos- and yet, they were all a step closer to normal after a little love.

They couldn't stop you from approaching, especially when nobody had the guts to go anywhere near him.

"Hi," You tapped his shoulder after a bout of hesitation.

He looked to the side, then behind, and realized you were referring to him.

His brow fell from its subtle version of surprise, making all his features look heavier, meaner-- you shuddered.

"Yo." Was all he said.

Though dismissive and already uncomfortable, it was enough to work with.

You smoothed out your uniform with a nervous sigh, "Um- I'm sorry if this is forward, but,"

"I think you're really cute. I'd like to go on a date, sometime."

Kentarou looked angry even when he was shocked. The dark around his eyes made it impossible to look soft, and it seemed he didn't have the capacity to smile yet.

The only way you could deduce that he was embarrassed was the way his hands balled into fists at his sides, how he looked around your face over, over, and over again for an ounce of insincerity.

It was adorable. You giggled at his long silence.

Laughing shut him down. His mouth curled in a sneer, positive you were laughing at him.

The gaggle of girls, filling the entrance to the gym, all clad in your uniform, wasn't great for optics. It looked like you were playing a prank on him.

"Are you kiddin' me?" He rolled his eyes before you could even try to explain, "Go fuck yourself."

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Though you loved your team, visible swarms of women never put the guys you went after at ease.

That rejection was still tame for what you had seen before from him.

He put his back to you and crossed his arms, watching the game, instead. Getting benched and made fun of couldn't have been a great feeling.

Determined now, you shook out your nerves and tapped his shoulder again.

"Tch-! I said fuck off!" He scowled down at you, but you knew it was misguided. So it didn't hurt as bad.

You purposefully didn't mirror his body language- you didn't want him to cut him off even more. You stood facing him at an angle, trying to catch his eye and take his attention again.

Voice quiet, sweeter, genuine, "I'm serious."

Even if this was a joke, you were the most persistent he had ever seen. Nobody usually got this far. If he told somebody to leave, they did. Especially after the second time, and a girl, at that.

"I mean- I get it if you're not into short girls, that's totally fine," You fixed your hair, glancing away from his overwhelmed, slow expression, "But, please, just... think about it. Here's my number."

For a moment, you were unsure if he would take the paper in your hand. He gave you zero indication that he believed your story, but after just enough time to make you doubt, he took it.

Kentarou held it tight, confused, as you joined your team to leave the gym. He watched them look over and preen you like birds to make sure you weren't hurt.

It could've been a real confession. The gravity of it didn't truly land until he was back home, looking up the girls' team Instagram to find your personal handle. You were following the page and even had a few features in their posts.

Doubts began to grow that it was your real number. He decided he didn't want to use it.

Instead, he lay on his bed, palming himself to the poses of your greatest receives- you were such a pretty girl, with a nice body, cute face--reminded of those things now, it only made him more skeptical at your choice to speak to him.

Luck was on his side once again, because your own profile was public. You even had a few beach posts. Lots of likes, lots of followers. You wouldn't notice if he liked a few of them, unless you were being honest about your interest.

You were all over his signals in a flash.

A follow, a bit of page-stalking that got you nowhere (because he had 0 online presence, other than a couple blank accounts), and a long string of messages that went deep into the night, all earned you a date.

Now that the game had officially begun, you needed to curate each move carefully. If you waited too long to take advantage of any clear signs of interest, he wouldn't find you worth the trouble. You needed some dick.

Kentarou was lonely, too.

It was as you suspected, monitoring him during that practice match. People who had a good support system didn't act that way he did.

He wasn't wistful, or desperate, and didn't invite friendship. Shit, he barely let you court him, and the only way you could convince him to meet you for coffee was if you sent a few pictures 'to prove it was just you.' And yet, after the one misunderstanding, he didn't deny you any opportunity to get close.

His experiences shaped him to be incredibly firm, mistrusting, and overly cautious, yes; It all fell short though, when it came to the very simple, universal longing for companionship.

The cafe wasn't too quiet, thankfully.

You were most worried about the possibility of him causing some sort of commotion and being asked to leave, but other patrons were lively enough to drown him out, if he did raise his voice.

To your surprise, that also wasn't much of an issue.

He ordered for the two of you, even -begrudgingly- accepting that you wanted a more intricate drink, too. He didn't let you do much for yourself. When he told you to go find a seat while he waited at the counter, you stayed with him so you could be close. He still didn't argue.

Though he wasn't polite, he wasn't a monster. He was just brimming with attitude, and that rubbed people the wrong way. When unprovoked, he was mean-looking, sure, but docile.

A predatory gaze watched the skirt of your casual dress flutter up- just a little, not quite enough- as you sat down next to him with your elaborate drink in hand. He set his cup down and you felt his leg flex as you closed the distance to snuggle up to him.

"You're taking this joke pretty far."

Insecurity filled the quiet between his words, and it took a sensitive ear to detect under all the venom. Was he testing you? Probably. Was he still trying to protect himself? Absolutely.

"Mm," You considered how to respond while sipping on your coffee, staring forward, not really minding his intensity, "I don't have the kind of time to go on fake dates, you know."

It was an argument less emotional in nature, but due to its legitimacy, it left him stumped enough to drop the subject.

In its wake remained discomfort. Mostly at your thigh, busy rubbing against him as you pretended to be more invested in the ambience of the cafe, or the flavor of the drink in your hands.

"What're you doing it for?" He pressed, different, but still carried with a grumbly, shitty attitude he always spoke in.

That took some getting used to, but once you understood he just talked that way, you were able to take his words at face value and waste less time miscommunicating.

A warm hand, palming the squish of your bare thigh encouraged your desire to be honest.

You waited for him to stop scanning the cafe, for the right moment to tell him.

His eyes dipped first to your pretty thighs, all soft and warm and new in his hand. Then he was taken by the all the sweetness in the way you looked at him.

"I wanna sleep with you."

You expected him to not believe you, like the first time, but his surprise was now pretty conventional.

His mouth hung open, just a little, and you noticed a tongue piercing. How did you miss it before? Did he not wear it at school? Your thighs tightened and he met it with a firm squeeze as he took a sobering drink of his coffee.

It was obvious he wanted to know why. But he was looking for something better to say, instead.

"The fuck are we doing here?"

That was a good question. Such a good question, in fact, that after a bit of conversation about where to go to fuck, you landed on going back to your place.

He made himself comfortable on your bed as you shut the door and locked it, just in case. Your room didn't have a whole lot of conversation starters, so he took a while to really examine it.

He wasn't witty, or spontaneous, or chatty.

There was no value in sitting around, acting like you wanted to delve into a discussion about each other's families, or grades, or volleyball.

His brow softened as you dropped the straps of your dress down.

There was a small attempt to look you in the eye, which you appreciated in a very limited context, but once you kept going, he might as well have been wearing a collar.

A half-sigh, half-laugh pushed out of his open mouth, brow furrowed again, as he tried to speak a few times while you posed for him, drunk on such a cute, endearing reaction.

There were a lot of things for him to think about. You could almost smell the smoke of grinding gears when you stood in front him and rubbed your hands against his shoulders.

He kept getting his fill, eyes unable to stay in one place too long, practically trying to back up so he could keep looking at all of you.

You giggled, "Kentarou?"

His breath stopped. You couldn't feel it, tingling across your skin, anymore.

You took some fingers to his curly hair, playing with it, "Aren't you gonna touch me?"

"I-," He didn't know what to do with himself for a moment, "Where?"

Your charmed, bitten back smile made his ears bright, bright red. Instead of telling him, you settled onto his lap and felt for his hands, gently guiding them towards your hips.

It was slow, natural, and gentle how you decided to kiss him.

You could feel how heated he was, with one hand on the back of his neck, the other cooling off the side of his face. One second to part for some breath, which he needed, badly- you waited for him to say something.

But he was forcing his mouth back onto yours quicker than you thought he would- his fingers dug into your flesh, and he brought you down onto his hard-on with a sudden loss of reservation.

It didn't take long to start catching that little tongue piercing against your lip- you groaned against his mouth, "Fuck, I really like that."

He was a fast, eager, and very rough learner. Kentarou was also laughably easy to please, because it was obvious he had no preferences built up yet. Everything you did left him stunned and hungry.

You reveled in your private victory and helped him undress. He wasn't shy about his own body, but you made it clear that he had a nice figure by taking the time to kiss along his muscular arm, then shoulder, and up to his neck.

His quickness to mirror you, kissing the same places on your body, was cute. He never once smiled, but he showed his investment in other ways.

When you offered to 69, he immediately fell onto his back from his upright position, rubbing his warm face.

A weak, "Yes," from under his palms was all you got, but it was so sweet from a guy like him. He sounded broken in, in a way.

You pressed a deserving kiss to his jaw and turned around.

His cock looked just as angry as he was, normally. Twitchy, leaking a bit of precum on his toned tummy, tinged dark with the all the time it had been waiting.

"You're- so fuckin' wet," He sounded stunned to say that aloud, understand what it actually meant, and that he was obsessed with it.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to the base of his cock as you settled into a good position.

How long had it been since you got laid? Apparently too long, because you were dripping with anticipation at the salty taste of his tip sliding past your teeth.

That was the downside of having such a specific type. Not many options.

He was still figuring out how to use his own mouth when you took the breath out of him- a strangled gasp at the sound, the sensation of your lips and tongue sucking off the slickness there. You held him by the base, briefly.

"You should let me know if you like it," You teased, just before bobbing your head back down.

"Mm-mmnh-! Fuck! Do I-ahh, have to?"

With that whiny tone?

You slowly came back up, careful to leave no spit behind. He was flexing in your jaw, his stomach twitching against your chest. Poor thing wouldn't last very long, he was so sensitive.

"Uhh, yes," You grinned, tongue darting out to lick him all the way down his shaft.

"Fuuuck- whatever- augh, just keep doin' that," His groan broke into a murmur of sorts, against your pussy.

From there, he was starting to find what worked with you. It was curious, and not great, but you didn't need it to be; something about the clingy way he held you, the shift in his attitude, was making you feel like you could take him already.

It made your nails dig, deep into his thighs, your already sparse breath grow a bit shorter.

Though his desperate tone and slow, gentle tongue made some parts of you tighten, it helped your throat relax and take more of him.

He started to come apart long before you wanted to be done.

Breathy, incomplete "Stopstop-sta-aah," every twenty seconds flattered you, letting you take more frequent breaks to ride his face and break in that little metal ball.

You thought about his nickname during one of these breaks. It was one of those instances where it seemed fitting, but for more than just surface-level aggression.

Nothing about him scared you. Not after you showed him that you had no ill-intention. He was like a dog. He wasn't vicious because it was in his nature; he just had a thorn in his paw.

He 'bit' people because they didn't give him a chance.

All of these chances you were giving him proved that he was worth all the effort to get close. It wasn't even much work, in hindsight.

You showed him the mechanics of the condom you brought for the occasion, and managed to talk him through some important sex-centered courtesies.

"So, y'know, you'll want to yield to whatever she's ready for--,"

Kentarou kept you from sitting on his cock, for just a second-- his eyes grew narrow, darting around your face.

"You mean: 'you.'" He corrected.

He looked like he was about to bite through your face.

"Right!" You smiled, growing a bit warm at your inconsiderate slip in language, "Yeah, of course."

Your apologetic kisses, smattered all along his sensitive face and neck, calmed him. His grip softened, slowly, as he became convinced that this was sacred again.

As you started to take him, he forgot all about it.

"Aughh- my go-d," He couldn't stop watching where you came together with a knotted brow, at how slick, and tight, and hot you were.

Your confidence read in the form of slow, rolling motions of your hips, the cloudy look in your eyes as you were finally getting filled up again after such a dry spell of no dick. You put your hands over his, already on your hips, and encouraged him to squeeze harder.

"Mmn-ah-h," You placed your hands on his chest, to keep yourself upright.

It hurt, how much he reciprocated that squeeze, but you quickly learned to like the sting.

Like most everything else, he replicated what you showed him. He started fucking you back, his hips able to take you faster, harder--

The pretty little pout on your lips was enough to make him screw his eyes shut, just to try to settle down.

He was getting so worked up at your tight little cunt that he was forced to let you keep your slower pace, contribute a little less, for fear he'd finish too soon.

His breath was like a stutter- so shallow and huffy that you rubbed your hand across his cheek, to check if he was okay. As you did this, the look in his eyes burned into the back of your skull.

You had seen that somewhere before. Not in someone you knew personally.

"Mm-mnh-!"

You were careful not to look away from it, and you only closed your eyes when it was too intense, too good to see straight.

The way he gripped you was like a lifeline, clawing, leaving rough and raised lines across you-- It wasn't intended to hurt, but more or less to make sure he left you with some lasting impression. He didn't understand that he didn't need to do it.

He couldn't take the concern on your face. Not as you fucked him so close, not with that perfect body taking his cock so well. Nobody ever looked at him with so much warmth.

"Ah! Just- just like that," You gasped, shaky all of a sudden.

"Fuck-," He sighed, suddenly having to remember what exactly he was doing.

He grimaced, face twisted in the pain of trying not to cum, head thrown back so he didn't have to look at you.

But your hand left his chest to grasp him by the jaw- it wasn't hard, but it was enough to move him. You begged him to look at you. You wanted him to watch you, and it looked like he was just short of a confessing something sinful.

Worship.

That's what you saw. In those narrowed eyes were praise, an exaltation of the love you had spared for him.

It filled you with a dizzying, raw confidence- you took in a breath through your nose, getting railed so hard, so close that your eyes started watering.

"Fuck- I'm-Ah--!" You couldn't quite finish your sentence before you crashed over, your body seized up, firm, grabbing and gripping him like you needed, wanted him so bad.

It left him a groveling, panting mess underneath you. He was watching in awe just like you told him to, only allowed to cum after you were done.

He fucked it all out of you, thanks to the timing. Your slow wave-riding kept you pleasant and buzzed as he fucked you hard for his own orgasm.

You even egged him on, breathless, a little smirk only interrupted by a pleasurable wince a couple of times.

"You wanna cum for me?"

"Yeah? Yeah?"

After finishing so loud and performative, nothing could have prepared you for how cuddly and silent he got.

You shouldn't have given into the desire to hug him, because he wouldn't let you move to pull him out.

"Mm-mm," Was pressed in a sloppy kiss against your neck.

Those muscular arms were shaking a little, just barely, around your waist.

"I'm- not going anywhere," You laughed, returning a few light kisses against his temple, "But we need to clean up."

He made it difficult, almost impossible, to separate and throw the condom away. You opted to just tie in a knot and throw it closer to the trash can so you didn't have to get up.

The way he watched you was careful, intense, looking for any opening to get closer to you again.

You finally sighed, smiling, "Okay."

Kentarou pulled you back down to lay next to him at the soonest opportunity. He kept an arm heavy over your chest, his leg kicked between yours, his eyes never leaving the side of your face.

His intensity was what you signed up for, but now, warm under his persistent and acute attention, you realized: maybe you hadn't thought this through the whole way.

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Haikyuu characters catching you masterbating ?

❥ caught ya! | haikyuu guys catching you pleasuring yourself

warnings: timeskip! characters, fem! reader mentions of masturbation (duh), jealously, fingering, teasing, voyeurism, toy usage, lewd language

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 650

a/n: hopefully i assigned the characters correctly

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❥ They think it's cute

He walks in on you, knuckle-deep in your soaked pussy, panties hastily pushed aside as you plunge your fingers into your dripping heat over and over again. You were too preoccupied with fucking yourself on your fingers that you didn’t even notice how the door to your bedroom closed, your boyfriend crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against your dresser. He observes how his name falls from your lips like a broken prayer, your nose sniffling pathetically as you try too hard to rip an orgasm out of you. But sadly, your fingers were no match for his own, and they never will be. You squealed in delight as you finally hit that sweet spot that you so craved, only to have your moment of bliss interrupted by your boyfriend's gentle cooing.

“Did my baby miss me while I was working, hm? Don’t worry, sweet thing. I’ll just stand here and watch. Go on, try to make yourself cum without my help. You’re so fucking adorable, my precious angel.”

SUGAWARA, kuroo, yaku, ennoshita, UKAI, semi, hanamaki, kenma, OSAMU, kita

❥ They think it's stupid

He hears your oh-so-familiar moans behind your shared bedroom and busts in without a second thought. Who the hell was ripping those perfect noises from your pretty lips without his permission? Why, was it you, of course! A bullet vibration practically danced on your throbbing clit while your legs were spread like a slut, your slit drenching the innermost part. Your perfectly manicured hand squeezed your breast, your thumb rolling over your nipple whilst your pearly whites bit down on your bottom lip, hips bucking into the air on occasion. His eyes filled with fury as he ripped the vibrator off your clit, earning an annoyed moan from your slutty mouth.

“What the fuck is this, hm? You seriously couldn’t wait for me to get back so I could fuck you? Who the hell needs this stupid toy when you have me? That’s it. Get on all fours. Right now, don’t fucking test me.”

kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, kyoutani, IWAIZUMI, atsumu, suna, sakusa, ushijima, daichi

❥ They're completely starstruck

Oh, fuck. They have absolutely no idea what to do. He’s fantasized about this so much, and it’s finally fucking happening. He caught you bouncing on a dildo you had bought yourself, whimpering as the silicone head hit every spot so perfectly deep inside your gummy walls. His eyes landed on your pretty fingers, desperately swirling your clit, beads of sweat flying off your forehead. You looked so fucking ethereal, he had to say something. He just had to let you know how fucking pretty you looked!

“Holy fuck, you look so fucking pretty. Can you keep going for me, please? I wanna see you cum over and over again, please, baby girl. I’ll fuck you as much as you want, just put on a good show for me. God, you’re perfect.”

HINATA, yamaguchi, asahi, GOSHIKI, oikawa, akaashi, takeda, TANAKA

❥ They join you

His ears perk up once he hears you mewling in pleasure from your bedroom, eagerly slamming the door open to reveal your hands fucking a vibrating bullet in and out of your weeping cunt, the sheets beneath you a filthy mess. He smirks and practically pounces on the bed, not even bothering to shut the door as he peppers your face in a million kisses. You always look so pretty when you wanna get yourself off. What if he fucked his fist in tandem with you? That's the best idea ever.

“Shit, don’t stop just for me, baby. Let’s cum at the same time, yeah? You wanna fuck yourself with that cute bullet I got you while I fuck my fist to the sight of your pretty tits? C’mon, don’t say no! It’ll be fun, I promise! Then I’ll fuck you nice and good afterward, okay? Thank you, pretty baby.”

nishinoya, BOKUTO, konoha, matsukawa, TENDOU, terushima, yamamoto, lev

[splitontendo]

silly bf texts

ft seijoh boys <3 (oikawa t. iwaizumi h. matsukawa i. hanamaki t. and kyotani k.)

[taintedtort]

"Kyotani!"

your voice rings through the gym, stopping the conversation that Seijoh‘s team was having. said boy turns his head to look at you, a scowl pulling on his lips when you shouted his name like that in front of everyone. he can’t be too mad though, not when you’re waving so enthusiastically, obviously happy to see him.

he grumbles something under his breath before breaking apart from the group to walk over to you, ignoring the gazes of his nosey teammates. they’ve never seen you before, and he certainly hasn’t said anything about you. they’d definitely remember if the Mad Dog had mentioned someone, especially someone as attractive as you.

in reality, you two have been dating for a few months now, though you’re keeping it quiet. he doesn’t necessarily mind anyone knowing, he just hasn’t specifically told his team because he doesn’t want them teasing him about it.

when he reaches you, he grunts in greeting, and you smile as you extend his jacket he lent to you the other day.

"here, i washed it," you chirp, looking much too nice to be talking to someone like Kyotani. he shakes his head at your offer though, waving off the jacket.

"keep it, i never wear it anyway," he grumbles, keeping his voice low so his teammates don’t overhear. his words make you smile though, and you nod eagerly, holding the clothing to your chest.

he can hear his teammates whispering amongst themselves, trying to guess the relationship between the two of you and how you know him. it irks him, and he’s trying his best not to just drag you off somewhere a bit more private to talk to you. he knows that would only make them even more curious though, so he’s stuck standing a respectable distance away from you while listening to his teammates gossip.

"do you wanna walk home together?"

your voice brings his attention back to you, his ears drowning them out as he listens to your sweet request. practice is nearly over anyway, and he knows you were probably waiting for him in the first place, which makes his chest feel… funny.

he only nods in response, gesturing for you to wait outside so he can grab his stuff. there’s no way he’s letting his teammates near you, they’d only bombard you with stupid questions.

"okay! hurry up," you urge, smiling at him in a way that makes his earlier annoyance immediately melt away.

before you turn to leave, you tip toe and give him a quick peck on the cheek, one that has nearly his whole team gawking and gasping. it leaves him a bit surprised too, and he can feel his ears get warm from embarrassment. you look cheeky though, practically skipping out of the gym to wait outside for him like you didn’t just shell shock half the team.

as soon as you’re out of sight, an uproar follows as his teammates surround him, immediately asking questions and demanding details. he just rolls his eyes, huffing out short answers as he goes to gather his stuff.

…brat. ♡

sort of a start of my kyotani series, which will honestly just consist of random drabbles and whatever else i can think of.

[suplicyy]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐 Historical AU | heavy inspiration in Pride and Prejudice (2005 - movie) ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Many women yearn for him, but the Lord's son who has just moved into the region is not at all interested in all this.

The thought of getting married never crossed his mind, he thought romance was a waste of time, something that got in the way of him pursuing his own goals.

But the moment he first talked to you, he seriously thought about putting an engagement ring on your finger.

Even for someone as important as him, you didn't lower your head in silence to his arrogance, quite the opposite, you managed to fight back in a way that left him silent.

And it's no exaggeration to say that you were constantly on his mind from that day on.

Everything about you seemed so different, he dares to say (think) he's never met anyone like you in his life.

Even though you were from a different social class than him, even though you are so indifferently in relation to things that involved him, or even at that moment, you left without uttering a single word after he expressed all his true feelings about you, he didn't want to give up on you.

He couldn't let someone as precious as a jewel slip through his hands like that.

Even after you rejected him, he couldn't stop thinking about you, and how you changed him completely; the way you make him feel, not even he, owner of his own feelings and thoughts, can describe the effect you have on him.

He no longer cares about his social position or yours, and he doesn't even care if his parents have found him a bride, he will continue to want only you.

Many people believed that it was not possible for someone as cold and haughty as him to be capable of loving anything in this world.

But many don't see how soft his gaze is when he looks at you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ — Tsukishima, Kageyama, Ushijima, Atsumu, Kyoutani; Todoroki, Bakugou, Dabi; Alhaitham, Scaramouche, Neuvillette, Xiao; Blade, Dr Ratio.

— A/N: Some characters I mentioned here may seem a little ooc at first glance, but in my own interpretation of the film, Mr. Darcy seems to be much more of a socially awkward person than someone cruel and rude (even though he really is arrogant sometimes......😭)

[allfearstofallto]

Kyoutani Kentaro and his ultra cute girlfriend! People often wonder how someone so gruff and scary looking ended up with someone as cute as you. You're all frills and ruffles, big smiles and sweet laughs, and he just seems to be the exact opposite.

You wonder if people know just how much a sweetheart he is, being the main one excitedly showing you plushies releases and dresses he thinks you'd be cute in. A picture of you is his home screen, lock screen, and another just rests on his bedside table, even if you live together with him.

"Doll face," he calls you. Most people would think that he's insulting you with the way he says it almost sarcastically. Arms crossed and eyes staring to the side, but if you look closely at his cheeks, you can see the faintest hint of a blush. You are his doll. And he adores everything about you.

[noyasmashing]

If it isn't too much trouble, may I request mad dog with a nerdy reader. In public they have scary dog privileges but in private he becomes such a whiny puppy who doesnt know how to ask for master/mommy to touch him? No hurt feelings if you don't want too, I just don't see enough of him being a sub. Thank you!

CW: names such as pup and mommy are used, semi public, praise, hand job

A/N: i’m so sorry this took so long 😭 tbh i have no excuse

he would be suchhhh a grouch in public. Picture yourselves on the public train together. He's casting menacing glares at anyone who dares to glance your way, positioning himself protectively in front of you. Meanwhile, you're engrossed in your book, wearing a delighted expression that's impossible to hide.

And when you venture out together (a rarity in itself), despite your occasional awkwardness, you effortlessly connect with others over obscure subjects, radiating joy and warmth. Kentaro, on the other hand, stands by your side, arms folded, engaging only with you.

Its quite endearing how different you two are-personality wise. People often wonder why you're with such a seemingly grumpy individual, but they don't see the tender side he reveals to you. He's incredibly sweet and attentive, always accompanying you to your favorite bookstores for the latest releases. Despite his aversion to socializing, he willingly joins you for coffee outings.

What may be the most adorable thing about him, is his sudden shyness in private. Suddenly, he's flushed red, stumbling over his words, nervously fidgeting with his hands, unsure where to place them.

He gives up any ounce of control easily, falling to his knees at your request. Your favorite thing is making him work for his pleasure. He knows what he wants. He wants to cum until he can't think. But he doesn't know how to ask.

Recently, you'd discovered a new favorite pastime: teasing Kentaro in public. There was nothing quite like watching him squirm as he struggled to maintain his tough exterior, only to be undone by his own pent-up desire.

It was a simple matter to get him riled up. A strategically timed pause to admire a book cover, a suggestive lick of a lollipop, or a deliberate lean forward to show off your cleavage would send him into a tailspin. His eyes would flash with desire, his face would redden, and his lips would tremble.

But the best part was the moment he'd snap, his eyes pleading for mercy as he grabbed at your shirt, his voice barely above a whisper. "P-please… y-you… I need y-you…"

You'd feign innocence, playing dumb as you led him on a merry chase. "Hmm? Need me to what, Kentaro?" You'd ask, looking up at him with a concerned expression. He'd hesitate, his words faltering as he scanned the empty store for an escape route. "You know.." He'd mutter, gaze low and hands sweating.

Finally you relented, firmly grasping his cheeks, directing his gaze toward the family bathroom that was tucked away but still in sight of you two. "That'll work yeah?" you inquired, locking eyes with his widened ones, before proceeding toward the bathroom. "What if someone sees us?" he'd nervously stammer, but still following closely behind you.

You'd simply smile, your eyes glinting with mischief. "It makes it more exciting, Kentaro."

Once inside, you'd press your lips against his, drawing out a soft groan as he struggled to keep up. But you were just getting started, taking a seat on the bench, beckoning him closer.

"Y-you want to do it here?" He'd ask, his voice laced with anxiety.

You'd bat your eyelashes, playing innocent once more. "Do what puppy?"

Being the nervous dog he is, he'd trail off, his face flushing with embarrassment as he stumbled forward. You'd laugh at his shyness, running your hands up his shirt and down his stomach as he stood in front of you.

"P-please… touch me," he'd beg, his voice cracking as he dropped his head in shame.

You'd toy with him, running your fingers over his hips as he squirmed beneath your touch. "I am touching you, baby," you'd purr, but he wasn't having it.

He needed something more – something that would make him feel like he was truly alive. And so, he forced out the words: "My c-cock., touch my cock, mommy"

Your eyes lit up with amusement and a hint a sadism, unzipping his pants and pulling his underwear down without hesitation. "That's all you had to say puppy." You'd coo, while wrapping your fingers around his hardened member. It boasted a rather prominent vein tracing its length, accompanied by a slight curve that he found rather embarrassing.

You couldn't resist the urge to tease him with gentle strokes that coaxed a soft whimper from his lips. Spitting into your free hand, he'd gasp at your boldness, wanting to say something. But words quickly faded in his mouth when you smeared it long his length, making him throw his head. He'd look up at you, pleading for more, but you'd merely smile wickedly and instruct him to "be a good boy and fuck yourself with my hand."

Immediately, he would protest with a whiney, "noo I-I can't" his inexperience evident in his hesitant tone. But as you met his gaze with a firm, expectant look, his hesitation gave way to an exploratory thrust. With the help of your praise, he'd slowly become more comfortable with your embarrassing request.

As he quickened his pace, his breath would catch in his throat, his member pulsing in your hand. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and his thrusts became more erratic, your seductive voice making it harder for him to stay steady. His usually narrow eyes seemed to be welling up with emotion, and his face flushed.

Your other hand grasped the soft skin of his hips, guiding him into a harsher rhythm. He let out a loud, desperate moan, forgetting their surroundings as he succumbed to his pleasure.

Useless pleas would tumble from his lips, but you refused to indulge them, instead, instructing him to "show that pretty tongue, baby." He had no choice but to obey, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, coated with saliva as he reveled in embarrassment.

He'd pant and whine, his red tip darted back and forth between your hand, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and shame. "M-mama, I'm close.. gunna cum.. c-cum, cum all over," he'd babble, his movements becoming more frenzied by the second.

Your grip tightening around his member, moving and twisting in tandem with his thrusts would send him over the edge. He'd cum with a loud, broken moan, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he convulsed in your grip.

His body felt shaky and weak, his legs trembling beneath him. You stroked him through the aftershocks, praising him as he sat down, still flushed from his climax.

"You did such a good job, pup," you'd coo, making him blush once more. "Just sit there and look pretty for me and I'll get you allll cleaned up."

[dearru]

summer’s in your blood | multi

pairing: multiple x gn!reader (college au) | sfw | cw: cursing | genre: fluff ig ? | wc: 499 | masterlist

synopsis -> you and your irritable boyfriend are on a stroll.

as you walk down your university’s pathway, the crisp autumn air stings your eyes, a stark contrast to how the warmth of the sun radiates softly off your back. the warm feeling lingers as you continue your stride, a gentle reminder of how summer is fading away. you watch the floor intently, basking in the satisfactory sound of the leaves crunching under your feet.

when you look up, you spot your boyfriend waiting for you under a large oak tree, the auburn foliage a sure indicator of the changing season. the sight of him brings a smile to your face. your boyfriend, as usual, has a sour expression drawn on, and his arms are crossed like he’s expecting a challenge. he often looked like this– intense and brooding. any reasonable onlooker would be scared to approach him, but you knew better.

you can sense that he’s been anticipating your arrival by the way he impatiently taps his foot and exclaims, “the people at this college are fuckin’ stupid,” the moment you’re within earshot. his sudden outburst has you stifling a laugh, and a warm feeling spreads throughout your chest.

“are they?” you inquire, amused, and he takes your inquiry as an invitation to drone on about how impossibly hopeless his classmates are. though, you’re only half listening to everything he has to say. instead, you take the chance to admire his boyish features. the slight contortion of his eyebrows and the fiery look in his eyes as he continues his tirade makes the warmth you feel more prominent. you liked when he would go on rants like this. normally, he hated when you’d stare at him for too long, but moments like these gave you an excuse.

the moment ends too soon when he finishes his rant and grunts, “c’mon.” grabbing the bookbag off of your shoulder and slinging it over his own as he drags you along a route that you recognize as the way to the library. a little into your walk, he takes ahold of your hand like it’s second nature. his grip is sturdy yet tender. you focus on the way he absentmindedly traces soft circles along your hand with his thumb as the two of you walk.

as you continue to walk alongside him, the heat of his hand is a welcome feeling when paired with the now chilly fall air. as you focus on this feeling, a realization rushes over you. your boyfriend may be similar to a hot summer day– he’s harsh, intimidating, and direct. however, the subtle, unspoken intimacy that comes with loving him is something that reminds you more of the fall. his love feels like wearing a warm sweater on a chilly day, enveloping you in warmth and making you feel protected and cherished.

considering this thought, you glance up at his face and settle upon the conclusion that you hope you’ll be able to experience moments similar to this one with him for every season that’s to come.

BAKUGO KATSUKI, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, sasuke uchiha, KENTAROU KYOUTANI, + your fav <3

—a/n: originally written for bakugo and tbh i don’t even fw him like that…but i still love this fic!! this was written for a friend earlier this month bc i was trying to get back into writing and i just felt like posting it :) lmk if this suits any other characters & i’ll add them to the list hehe :3

[cottonlemonade]

Payback

word count: 932 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: university AU!Kyoutani x chubby!Reader

genre: fluffy-ish spice, established relationship

warnings: mdni, very suggestive

request: fluffy spice, 2.16 a.m. with boyfriend Kyoutani

It was very late and Kyoutani jumped a little when he heard the soft taps of your elaborate knock routine on his door. To be fair there was little need for secrecy. Mostly because his friend in the adjacent room was still playing games, evident by the occasional cursing he could clearly hear through the wall.

Earlier today on impulse Kyoutani had suggested you should come over to stay with him after finishing up at the library so you wouldn‘t have to go the whole way back to your dorm on the other side of campus. It was all in the name of safety, obviously, and only slightly motivated by the thought of having your warm body next to him in bed.

The previously mentioned friend very intentionally eavesdropped on this conversation and he had not let Kyoutani go before a lot of hollering and an equal amount of suggestive comments. But when the permanently scowling ace, who had driven away any potential roommate with his less than sunny predisposition, didn‘t reply to any of it, his friend had loudly concluded that Kyoutani was probably not a very good lover anyway and so he shouldn‘t assume that anything spicy would happen.

Your boyfriend frowned when he smelled the familiar scent of your shampoo as he opened the door to let you in.

“I thought ya were gonna come straight over.“ He couldn‘t suppress the pout in his voice. If you would have told him he would have walked you back to your dorm.

You smiled and stood on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck when the door closed behind you.

“I know, I‘m sorry. But I had to get my Pyjamas, and a quick shower was too tempting and- are you mad?“

“Tch... no.“

“You sure?“

He was very glad that the darkness of his room masked the blush on his cheeks that usually appeared whenever you got affectionate with him - so, all the time.

His hands came to rest on your waist, giving your generous love handles a gentle squeeze when he finally returned your kisses. To be honest, he was fully intending to just have you tightly wrapped in his arms all night but the softness of your lips, the tantalizing smell of magnolia, and your body pressed against his all gave him a different idea. Still kissing you, he walked backward until he hit the bed. You pulled away and in the faint glow of the lanterns outside in the courtyard, he could see you smile and search his eyes in silent question.

He replied by sitting down at the foot of his bed, pulling you on top of him to straddle his lap. With fanned-out fingers, he held tight onto your pudgy thighs while you cupped his face to continue the kiss. With a quiet sigh, you brushed your tongue along his bottom lip and he readily opened his mouth for you. Once again you broke away but only to take off your shirt and toss it somewhere into a corner. His breathing stop for a moment.

You had to give him credit that he kept his eyes fixed on your face even with your breasts right in front of him, although his hands were a different matter entirely.

He leaned in to kiss you again, pulling you closer with every increasingly desperate noise. Sure enough, his breathing soon became shallower, his movements needier, grabbing you harder than before to get more friction between you. He ran his lips over your neck, letting one hand wander up your back to hold you in place while he dipped lower again, marking every bit of skin on your breasts he could reach.

You pushed him down onto the bed, careful not to lose contact while you made your way up to the headboard, shimmying out of your sweats. You were lying on your side now, enjoying the effect you had on your boyfriend. Your fingertips traced the veins in his arms and you sighed in contentment at the kisses he set on your shoulder and neck.

Considerably out of breath you decided to tease him and turned your back to him. Your delighted giggles told him it was safe to move in close and it wasn’t long before you felt him push against you. Smiling privately, you ground against him, pretending you were just shifting for comfort. But Kyoutani wasn’t having it. His large cold hands grabbed the inside of your thigh and lifted your leg to lay over his own, leaving you very exposed and very aware of what he was planning.

At first, his hand only ghosted over you, testing the waters to see if you would object. When you didn’t, he applied a bit more pressure, circling his thumb with alternating force against you. You didn’t even have time to get impatient. Kyoutani kissed and nibbled at your neck when he pushed your panties aside to pay you back for your teasing. He touched you for what felt like hours, slowing when he felt you were close and adding his second hand to play with your nipples to drive you insane.

No more cursing was coming from the room next door. When Kyoutani finally decided to let you cum, you put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds, not wanting to alert the entire floor to what was happening, but he, overcome by lust, defiance and what could only be classified as temporary insanity, pulled your hand away and murmured “Let him hear you.” while he smirked against your skin.

a/n: thank you to the anon who requested this prompt! No worries, you did it perfectly! ^^ I hope you enjoyed it 🌟

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[corvusphilia]

★ MOST LIKELY TO HAVE A CRUSH ON AN ALTERNATIVE PERSON

ok so my favorite haikyuu blog (which has been inactive for 3 years rip) had this "most (to least) likely" series going on and I loved it sooo here's me throwing my hat in the ring as well (and yes this is mainly because I'm goth LMAO)

ೃ⁀➷ KAGEYAMA: He has NO IDEA what alternative culture is and doesn't listen to the music, but for some reason the fashion really catches his eye. A total sucker for gigantic/extra eyeliner.

ೃ⁀➷ NISHINOYA: Look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn't drool at the mere mention of fishnets. The edgy music? Black clothes? Silver accessories? The whole ragged aesthetic? Sign him the fuck up.

ೃ⁀➷ KUROO: CEO of wanting a goth s/o. He finds it so hot it's not even funny. I'm already a zero-rizz-kuroo-truther but I feel like it's even worse if you dress like that. Deadass got this man on his knees going "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-"

ೃ⁀➷ KYOUTANI: MY BOYFRIENDDD shit got him blushing fr. I mean just look at him. You're gonna tell me he wouldn't LOVE someone that can match his freak? Ugh just... sharing rings and spiked bracelets with him... guys I'm about to pass out

ೃ⁀➷ TENDOU: Let's get this outta the way: he likes interesting people. If you can catch his eye from the way you dress alone then yeah, he's interested. Also, absolute outfit thief. But it's okay because he lets you do his makeup to match the clothes he stole from you.

ೃ⁀➷ SEMI: This guy is in a BAND be for real. All he wants in life is an alt baddie to impress with his guitar skills. Also dare I say he'd look real cute with black lipstick marks all over.

ೃ⁀➷ SUNA: Again. Do I have to say anything. Look at this motherfucker. Yk what I'm going to be quiet because everything I have to say would regress feminism several decades you guys can figure it out yourselves

ೃ⁀➷ ATSUMU & OSAMU: They canonically have/had/whatever a crush on Saeko (which honestly who doesn't). Like there's just something about people who look like they could beat their ass that they really like for some reason. the miyans are bottoms in this essay I will

honorary mentions i don't have an explanation for i just know it in my bones: kei tsukishima, taketora yamamoto, kozume kenma, morisuke yaku (might as well just say the entire nekoma team at this point fr), hajime iwaizumi, akinori konoha, kourai hoshiumi

[jplupine]

Day 3: Kyotani Kentaro ~ Intercrural

Pairing: Kyotani Kentaro x AFAB Reader Word Count: ~2.4k Date Published: October 3, 2024 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Sub!Kentaro, Size Difference, Biting/Marking, Feral Behavior, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Intercrural Sex, Collar/Leash, Light Pet Play, Reader is AFAB but no gender is specified Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/etc. get used. Reader also uses terms like 'Good Boy' and 'Mutt' to refer to Kentaro. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Your boyfriend is known as the Mad Dog on the court, but when it's just you two, he's your obedient puppy even if he gets a bit nippy.

You can also read it on AO3!

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  Your grip on the blanket beneath you tightened as you grunted. Rough fingers were digging into your flesh, keeping you spread to make it easier to feast. Slick and saliva were dripping down your thighs and soaking into the blanket.

  There was always a mess when Kentaro was allowed to get his hands on you and now was no exception. On your knees with your face buried in a pillow, he was behind you, dragging his tongue over your throbbing clit as he lapped up your arousal. He groaned, his tongue leaving a broad stripe of drool over your clenching hole.

  Kentaro's breath was hot against your burning skin. His hunger for you had his grip near bruising and his teeth scraping against your flesh with his tongue buried as deep as it could reach. The bites he'd left on your ass and thighs still stung, but you always knew what you were getting into when it came to the Mad Dog. The marks he left behind told a very different story without context, making it seem as if Kentaro was a ruthless hound marking his territory.

  While he indeed was marking territory.... Kentaro, in reality, was your puppy so eager to get his hands on you and had been begging as soon as you got home. He was rough around the edges and a whiny brat whenever his dick was hard. The collar around his throat and the leash firmly grasped in your fist was the quickest way to keep him in line when he got too rowdy.

  "That's it. Fuck, such a good boy~." Your voice was breathy before your hips bucked from his tongue circling your clit. His lips closed around the bud to suck on it, making you moan as your knuckles went white from your harsh grip. Kentaro groaned while sucking, adding a low vibration that struck you to the core. He released with a soft pop and licked from clit to taint.

  He was panting and shifted his weight behind you.

  "Is that good enough?" His voice was husky and you scoffed.

  "Fuck, no."

  "C'mon. I don't know how much more I can take." Kentaro sounded so needy, and you knew exactly why. His poor cock was aching and had gone untouched this entire time. You tugged on his leash to pull him closer.

  "I already told you. You make me cum, then you can." You wiggled your hips while smiling, hearing him growling in frustration. Kentaro's blunt nails dug into the flesh of your ass before his mouth was back on you, licking and sucking to give you what you wanted.

  Moaning when his thick tongue delved into your pussy, you bit your bottom lip from how the wet muscle curled and prodded at your insides. One of his hands let go of your ass to circle his thumb over your clit. You could feel more of his drool mixing with your arousal and dripping onto the bed.

  Kentaro pulled away, panting and trying to catch his breath before sliding two of his fingers into your pussy. You cursed under your breath at how his fingers stretched you. His hands were bigger than yours in every way and it was one of the things you loved, especially now.

  His fingers went deeper and were stronger than his tongue, hitting more precisely as they curled. You shivered in delight and moaned his praise when his tongue glided over your clit to not leave it neglected. While he may complain about his own needs and whine for relief, leaving you unsatisfied would be even worse. He had his own pride after all.

  You finally peaked when he was sucking on your clit and knuckles deep in your pussy. He could feel you clenching around his fingers as you cried out in pleasure. Kentaro groaned low enough it nearly sounded like a growl, pushing you even further over the edge with the vibrations.

  By the time your orgasm passed, you were panting and smiling, body feeling lighter and relaxed. Kentaro pulled his fingers free as his breath hit your lower back. You could feel his golden gaze boring holes into the back of your head.

  It made you give a sighing laugh before you tugged on his leash.

  "All right. Mount up, sweetheart." You cooed. Rough hands grabbed your hips, his calloused palms a delicious contrast to your soft skin. You pressed your legs together and felt Kentaro's erection against the back of your thighs. His breath shook with a groan when finally feeling you against his cock. He ground his hips against your ass, smearing the mix of bodily fluids on your thighs over his length.

  You felt the mess on his face dripping onto your bare back as he pawed at your body in an attempt to pull you even closer. Kentaro managed to slip his cock between your thighs and hissed from the wet heat surrounding his aching shaft. He could feel the muscles in your thighs tense and relax as you got more comfortable.

  Curling the leash around your knuckles, you yanked on it, forcing him to lean over you until his face was near the back of your head. Turning your face to kiss his temple, you then licked his cheekbone.

  "You like being a good boy for me, don't you?" Your voice purred, and Kentaro quickly nodded his head as his grip on your hips tightened. "Your face is such a mess. Do you remember the deal?"

  "Pussy is off-limits unless I can make you cum while fucking your thighs, then I can do whatever the fuck I want."

  "That's right. Now get to it, champ. Show me how badly you want it." You gave his leash enough slack for him to pull away. Kentaro moved his hands up your back, pushing down against your shoulder blades to have you arch more until your face was in the pillow again. He was trying to position your hips to have his cock trapped between your thighs and against your clit.

  He grabbed your hips again and drew back before thrusting forward until his pelvis hit your ass. Kentaro groaned, low and guttural, making your blood burn with excitement. His desperation had him snapping his hips like a dog in heat as he clung to you. Each thrust hit harshly, enough to make your ass and thighs jiggle against his body.

  It drove him wild to see your body beneath him, each impact visible for a second, and to feel you tugging on his leash, pulling on his collar. Kentaro was trying to maintain enough sense to remember that he needed to make you cum for him to get his prize, but finally feeling your warm, wet thighs clamped around his aching cock made his mind go blank. Your inner thighs were soft and plump, feeling so perfect when your muscles clenched and tightened around him.

  His blunt nails dug into your hips as he panted and forced himself to slow down. The drag of his dick over your clit made you bite your lower lip and groan. For a moment, you thought he would forget the deal in the haze of pleasure, but if Kentaro was one thing, it was determined. He hated to lose even if it was to you.

  "Aw, it's cute when you get feral. C'mon, just lose yourself." You teased while lightly tugging on the leash.

  "Shut up. I can do it." Kentaro snarled before shifting his hips. He was trying to find a better angle until you moaned and your pussy clenched around nothing.

  "Oh, fuck!" You hissed under your breath. Having orgasmed from his mouth and fingers left you more sensitive still, which was part of your plan, but Kentaro had found the perfect angle and speed to grind against your clit. You felt his cock throb before his drool was dripping onto your back.

  Kentaro was barely in control; all of his focus was on maintaining his pace while forgetting about everything else. The only thing that mattered to him was feeling you squeeze around his cock and hearing you moan. He could be selfish and use your thighs, spilling his cum on the sheets beneath you, but pleasing you had much better rewards. But he would be selfish in one regard; he would drag this out as long as he possibly could.

  He loved your thighs. He loved feeling them; the way they squished in his hands when relaxed and could squeeze the life out of him when clenched. The way they surrounded his cock and cushioned the slap of his balls with every thrust could make him snap.

  Kentaro couldn't look away from the bite marks he left on your ass earlier. They were red and swollen, the indents from his teeth so clear from his practiced bite, and they jiggled like the rest of your flesh. Their soreness hit you over and over again, driving home just how much Kentaro craved you.

  "Oh, Kentaro, that's- Fuck!- that's good." You praised him, plucking at his strings and making it even harder for him to think straight. "You're drooling so much, puppy. Are you sure you can do it?" You challenged him yet again, digging your claws deeper into his senses.

  "I can. I can!" Kentaro's face twisted into a vicious snarl with his nose scrunched up. His ears were already bright red with his blush spreading across his cheeks. His stamina was not only useful on the court, and he'd be damned if he lost that easily.

  You knew his mean-looking expression only meant that he was trying to concentrate and not spill his load all over your thighs so soon. But you were in a mood, wanting to make this even harder for your mad dog.

  With a wicked grin, you pulled on his leash while using your free hand to reach beneath you and drag your finger over the slit of his cock when he thrust forward. Kentaro nearly doubled over and cried out as your finger smeared his pre over his slick head poking between your thighs. His hips stuttered, throwing off his steady pace as you giggled.

  "Stop that!" He snapped at you while trying to regain his composure.

  "You don't get to tell me what to do. I'm in charge here, mutt." You were grinning as you circled your fingers around the tip of his dick. Each time his hips pulled back, the crown of his cock would catch on your fingers and pop back through when he thrust forward. Kentaro whined through grit teeth.

  He finally snapped, fucking your thighs like an animal as his nails left angry lines on your hips. It was exactly what you wanted when his strong arms wrapped around you and his chest was against your back. His sweaty body trapped yours between him and the bed as his feral grunts and moans filling your ears ignited a fire in your belly. You fed off his desperation and neediness.

  Kentaro was drunk on you, drool dripping from his chin and he mindlessly fucked your thighs and felt his collar adding pressure to his throat in the best way. He clung to you, trying to pull you closer to his rutting hips to drive his cock deeper between your thighs and into your waiting hand.

  The sounds he made as his balls slapped against the back of your legs made your head spin. Yes, you were in charge, but, fuck, did you love driving Kentaro over the edge until he was feral for you. He was a perfect mix of sweet, soft cuddles and rabid pleasure.

  His weight on your back drove you deeper into the mattress as his calloused hands pawed at your chest. Kentaro bucked, making the bed creak as if the boards were at their limit. His hot breath against your neck made your hair stand on end as you shivered.

  Your leaking arousal kept Kentaro's cock slick as the mess on your thighs got worse. His length rubbed against your clit still, driving you closer to climaxing until it was a battle of who would fall apart first. The Mad Dog or you?

  You were tempted to let Kentaro have his prize regardless just to figure out what he wanted to do to you so badly that he was still trying to make you cum first. But if you did, you knew it would only piss him off. Kentaro wanted to earn it.

  His teeth clamped on your shoulder as he groaned, making it sound more like a growl. Kentaro squeezed his hands around your chest, forcing a moan from your throat when he pinched your nipples. The mix of pain and pleasure made you squirm. Your movement in turn made Kentaro bite down harder and whine at the back of his throat.

  He broke first.

  Kentaro's stomach twitched before his cum was spilling over your hand and the sheets. The hot liquid oozed between your fingers, his cock throbbing against your clit with every spurt. He kept bucking, milking himself dry with your thighs as he moaned and dug his nails into your skin. You tried to hold back your own orgasm to have victory, but it was too much.

  Kentaro won with the final slap of his hips against your ass and the last grind and throb of his cock against your clit. He knew you peaked when he could barely breathe from how hard you tugged on his leash and how your thighs were shaking around his dick. He could barely hear your moan with how loud the blood rushing in his ears was, his every nerve feeling like an exposed live wire with stars sparking in his vision.

  You felt his body go slack against you as he panted and tried to catch his breath. His cock was going soft between your thighs now that his release painted your skin and made a mess on the bed. Letting go of the leash, you ran your fingers through his cropped hair and gently rubbed his scalp.

  "Good boy." You softly cooed, feeling him relax against your back even more. His arms encircled you in a hug as he nuzzled his face against the nape of your neck and into your hair. His lips brushed over your skin while gradually coming back down from the high. "Who's my sweet boy?" You whispered as the bites and bruises still ached.

  "....Me." Kentaro muttered while turning his face to kiss your palm. He was calming down now, and once he did, he would claim his prize.

[lizzy06]

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All Bark No Bite by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Mad Dog is known for being scary, but the tables turn when a date gets turned into babysitting. [COMPLETED]

Tame by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Playing Volleyball with Mad Dog outside of school forms a friendship of sorts, not that he’ll ever admit to that. [COMPLETED]

Exchanges✨ by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Seijoh know there’s something between Mad Dog and yourself, but that doesn’t make his unique behaviour toward you any less shocking. [COMPLETED]

Angry confessions by @d0llpie (oneshot, fluff) You’ve tried everything to make Kyotani realise you like him but he thinks you’re joking. [COMPLETED]

Kyoutani Kentarou (Maddog)x fem! Reader by @cutietobio (oneshot, fluff) kyoutani and reader on a date and the rest of aoba johsai end up seeing them. [COMPLETED]

Snow by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Being at war against Seijoh is bound to be tough, but fortunately you’re not alone in this battle. [COMPLETED]

Mad Dog has a Girlfriend by @pan-fangirl-345 (oneshot, fluff) No one expected Kyoutani to have a girlfriend, much less one that loves physical affection as much as you do. They also didn't expect you to be from Tokyo or that you would stop by to see your boyfriend while you're home from the US. Surprise! [COMPLETED]

Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader by @chimielie (oneshot, fluff) Just you and your friend at the grocery store. [COMPLETED]

Volleyboy Blondie✨ by @pan-fangirl-345 (oneshot, fluff)There’s a boy that you set to at the community center. Your brother and his best friend are overprotective. You don’t have many friends. You’re about to find out how these three things correlate.

Every Season - Kyoutani x Reader / tumblr by @mimi-cee-hq/mimi_cee(oneshot, fluff) Kyoutani finally introduces Y/n to the team. When they all comment on how he got such a sweet and innocent girlfriend, Kyoutani lets out a snort. A cute and funny getting together story of different kisses throughout the years and seasons. [COMPLETED]

we look good together by @howisavedtheworld (oneshot, fluff) kyoutani ruins your pictures. [COMPLETED]

CUTE CAT AND MAD DOG by @iwaizumisbabe (oneshot, fluff) in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows. [COMPLETED]

Once Upon A Dream✨✨ by ThisNoodleWrites(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) For almost 3 years, Kyoutani had seen glimpses of your life in his dreams. It was his favourite part of the day. So, when you move to Miyagi, he's far too excited to meet you. Only, he doesn't know your name or your what you look like. And what's a soulmate supposed to do when you go silent at school? [COMPLETED]

the art of (not) screwing a routine by orphan_account (oneshot, fluff) kyotani wakes up and decides he wants to screw the routine by confessing to you. it’s not as easy as it sounds. [COMPLETED]

Of Enemies And Lovers by ThisNoodleWrites (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) In a world where soulmates exist, but people have different soulmates identifying things, you are stuck with arguably the worst: on one wrist is your enemies name, on the other is your soulmates name. The catch: you don't know which is which. So when you happen to meet the owner of one of these names, how're you meant to react? [COMPLETED]

Call him by his name by HowlingKnight (oneshot, fluff, iwa's sis! reader) You meet Kyoutani Kentarou, the broody boy Oikawa dubbed as "Mad dog". You realize that Kyoutani might not really be fine with this nickname, and it slowly and unexpectedly brings you closer. [COMPLETED]

Little Fighter by Sk3tchkidd (oneshot, fluff) Being the wife of Kentaro Kyotani the former 'Mad Dog' is now a father with another baby on the way. [COMPLETED]

Jerk by QuitaQuita5 (oneshot, fluff) He irritates you for so many reasons, mainly because he is always being a jerk to you, but also because you really like him. [COMPLETED]

If you can't believe in others, atleast believe in us by @koushisatori (oneshot, hurt/comfort)In the beginning, you weren’t sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you. [COMPLETED]

Insecurities by @polarbearaone (oneshot, fluff with pinch of angst) Kyōtani insecurities fuel his jealousy. What happens when he finds out you’re the new baseball team manager.... [COMPLETED]

[beelinx]

is there anyone that would be interested in a kentaro kyotani (mad dog) fic or are his fans like dead

[taintedtort]

"i think i’m in love with you," kyotani blurts, not being able to hold the words in any longer. he’s blunt, he always has been, he always says what he’s thinking. well… unless you’re involved, you get him all tongue tied and soft. he hates it. for the longest time he didn’t know why you made him feel like this, but finally he came to the conclusion that he likes you, loves you, even.

your constant babbles and attempts to befriend him got on his nerves at first, but you stuck around. you kept trying even after he pushed you away and said mean things. you’re always the one that sticks by him and stands up for him, even when he’s done something wrong.

he hates feeling vulnerable or anything similar to it, so he took a while to finally accept that he has feelings for you. he wasn’t gonna say anything at first… but the words just came out, he said them without really thinking. he shakes himself out of his thoughts, waiting for your reaction with narrowed eyes.

you‘re silent for a couple seconds, just staring at him in… shock? surprise? disgust? he isn’t sure. he really hopes it isn’t the last one though.

"what?" finally comes your reply, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. his heart immediately drops. he really messed things up. he mentally curses himself, feeling stupid for letting the confession slip out.

"i— nothing, i just thought… you felt the same. never mind, forget it," he shakes his head, his words a bit bitter. had he read you wrong? everyone on the team always tells him you obviously have a crush on him. he brushed it off for a while, but he’d held onto the hope… till now. he feels so stupid—

"no! i mean— yes! i do!" you suddenly blurt, your hand shooting out to grab his shoulder, forcing his attention back on you and pulling him out of his thoughts. "i just didn’t expect you to say that, i’m sorry," you apologize, feeling rude for your delayed reaction.

he stands stunned for a moment, not really sure what else to say. you like him back, that’s good… now what? a kiss feels like too much, too soon. he did just confess that he’s in love with you though… that was probably too soon.

"kyotani?" you say, pulling him out of his thoughts once again. he’d been staring dumbly for several seconds, and suddenly you’re much closer than before, your hand still on his shoulder.

"go on a date with me," he states, not even asking. when he wants something, he just takes it.

he watches once again as your eyebrows go up in surprise, but a smile quickly forms on your face. god, he loves your smile, he always has.

"okay, sure." ♡

☆ i love him, but no one really writes for him!! figured i would, hopefully some other kyotani lovers see this ^^ (i wasn’t sure how to end this, can you tell? lol)

[suplicyy]

What kind of aesthetic do you think the characters go for? Like what aesthetic would they be attracted to in a partner, purely based on vibes. You can answer this sinply as an ask, or create hcs out of it, completely up to you :-)

Type of "aesthetics" that Haikyuu boys would like in a partner

— Summary: Vibes/aesthetics that the characters would like in a partner, whether due to clothes, personality, tastes, etc.

— Multiple characters!!

— Fluff | Gn!Reader

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He would certainly fall in love instantly with someone very lively, extroverted and playful, someone who shared his same chaotic personality, joining in on his crazy ideas. His ideal type of date would definitely be busier places, such as amusement parks, arcades, festivals, etc.

Someone who wasn't afraid to express themselves in with vibrant colors, even if it makes you the center of attention. The most important thing is that you can wear clothes and accessories that express your personality and lifestyle!

— hinata, nishinoya, inuoka, lev, goshiki, koganegawa, bokuto.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone shyer, cute, almost as if they just came out of a shoujo anime, certainly catches his attention. A person who has a loving personality, and who cares about him, makes his heart skip a beat.

Many of your dates would be something simpler, like a picnic or a day watching movies at home, but these are the moments when you create the sweetest memories. <3

— sugawara, kageyama, kenma, tendou, osamu, aone, oikawa.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone who has a unique style and way of thinking, in a perfect balance between chaos and tranquility. One moment you would perhaps be at a show, and the next you would be walking through the deserted streets at dawn, uncovering the secrets that the dawn hides in the shadows.

A person who was bold, both in personality and in the way of dressing and expressing themselves, but who gave off a strange feeling of comfort.

— iwaizumi, kyoutani, semi, atsumu, suna, kuroo, taketora.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He are looking for someone who is mature and responsible, and who has a calm personality, but don't forget to remind him every day and in every possible way that you love him. Be it song lyrics, quotes in books, and even drawings, you would always find a new way to make him rosy-cheeked.

Whether in a coffee shop, library or museum, he would always feel calm and comfortable with your presence, because just you being by his side was enough for him.

— asahi, daichi, tsukishima, ushijima, shirabu, kita, akaashi.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

— A/N: I'm sorry if that wasn't exactly what you wanted, this "aesthetics" thing I don't really understand because it's a very vague concept, so I tried my best to write something that could include everyone who is reading!!

Besides, this is my first time writing in this type of style, so I'm sorry again if it's not good💔 And if a character you like isn't here, you're free to imagine which one of these he would fit into!

[yvette-tal]

“What’s up with you lately?”

Startled, you turn around only to see your boyfriend, Kentarou, in the doorway to your room. Weird. When he’d get here?

“Your door was unlocked. Do you know how fucking dangerous that is?” He asked, clearly upset by more than the confused and dazed look on your face as he walks closer “What’s up with you? You didn’t answer any of my texts or calls, are you mad at me?” He asked, his frown softening a bit.

“are you mad at me?” You dumbly return his question and he answers without hesitation “Yes.”

lmao ouch.

“but I’m also worried about you.” He mumbled, the faintest of blushes dusting his cheeks that you aren’t sure you’re seeing right. “Come on, loser. Tell me what’s bothering you. I’m tired of you acting weird all the time.”