#kyoutani fanfic

[sleepy-exe]

Mechanic AU - 15

Kyoutani x f!reader

<< Part 14 | Part 16 >>

Summary: The Subaru is fixed, but at what cost.. Kyoutani sees another side of you.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings/Genre: sfw, mdni, angst, hurt/comfort but more like angst/comfort, fluff

Part 15: Not A Daydream

Barging into your home, you find an empty living space. Even Indigo doesn’t greet you, and a quick look in the kitchen shows you he’s not in his crate. Satori is likely on a walk with your baby. 

It’s perfect really, getting to come home to an empty apartment to distress on your own before you head out to get your car in an hour or two. Plopping down on the floor in your dirty uniform you browse through your apps to find something to distract while you wind down, you’re not feeling up for a shower quite yet but don’t want to get your furniture dirty either. 

When you find yourself bored with any app you open, you finally decide to check your notifications that fill the top of the screen. First on the list - a missed call and voicemail from about an hour ago, left from the dealership that has your car. 

Listening to the voicemail, your face scrunches up with displeasure at the information that they left you with. So much for chilling out. 

Giving them a call back and having your call redirected, a man answers the phone with a friendly greeting. 

“Hey." You speak with something akin to forced kindness, trying to mask your bad mood, "This is Y/n, I missed a call from you guys about my 2018 Subaru WRX.” 

”Hey, Y/n,” his cheerful voice chimes through the speaker, “So it looks like your fans are out and that's causing the issue. Looks to be some internal damage, so it will need replaced.” 

“Fans,” you strain to hold back your anger. They have ran you around all this time, acting like you don’t know what you’re talking about, just to tell you that your original concern was indeed the problem. Not only is that insulting, but you shouldn’t have needed to bring your car back for a second time. “The fans up front?” 

“Yes, there’s fans right behind the radiator and that's your problem-“ 

You’re pissed. Your heart is pounding and you can’t stand to lay on the floor anymore. Standing, you lose what’s left of your cool and growl lowly into your phone, “You mean the radiator fans. What I’ve brought up twice now?” 

Engulfed in your anger, you don’t hear the front door open or the jumbled footsteps heading to the kitchen. Or towards you. 

When you feel a hand touch your shoulder, you jump and whip around to sneer at the offender without thought. 

Without a word, Tendou raises his hands defensively, and you continue your over-the-phone rampage, completely ignoring him and walking to your room for some privacy. 

“That fans haven’t worked in weeks now. Why hasn't it been fixed? You charged me a diagnostic fee and didn't even check the part I bought up to you in the first place?!” The bite to your words has the man on the call stunned, desperately apologizing. 

Swinging your bedroom door open, your eyes immediately land on Kyoutani. To your surprise, he’s stretched out on your bed with his hands tucked behind his head and earbuds in. You were not aware that he would be giving you a visit today. Not that you would normally care, but you really did not want an audience for this conversation. 

Catching your moderately aggressive entrance, he pulls the earbuds from his ears and sits up in one swift motion, dark eyes glued to you. 

With your little distraction, Tendou manages to slip the phone out of your hand. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, but you find that he isn’t even looking at you. No, he's looking past you at Kyoutani. He ends the call and pockets the phone without giving you a glance. 

You turn to him, arms thrown out, “Tori, what the fuck?!” 

“I will call them back and take care of it for you,” he states matter of factly, seemingly unbothered by the situation while simultaneously defusing what he can.

“I don't need you to take care of it! I was handling it!” 

The redhead gently places his hands on your shoulders, speaking equally as gently, “You were about to verbally assault the person on the other line.” 

You scoff at the accusation and Tendou looks over your head, hands sliding down your shoulders and over your arms, pulling away as another set of hands grab your waist firmly. The extra hands remind you that someone else is witnessing your display and you grumble a curse to yourself. 

“If you’ve got this,” Satori nods to you, then taps the stolen phone in his pocket, “I’ll take care of this, m’kay?” 

Kyoutani gives him an affirmative hum, hands still keeping you anchored in place beneath his firm grip. 

Even with your lower body frozen in place, you continue to growl and grumble over your roommate interrupting you and taking your phone. Regardless though, Satori walks off to the next room, ignoring your complaints. 

With one strong arm wrapping around your waist, Kyoutani reaches out and slams the door closed. 

“Kyou,” you growl, low and stern, almost sounding like a threat. But his other arm wraps around you anyway and he kisses your temple softly. 

His voice drops, lips pressed to the shell of your ear as he whispers, “I’m not about to tell you to calm down. I know that's the last thing you want to hear. Hell, it pisses me off more when someone tells me that.” 

His warm breath tickling your skin distracts you once again. But it’s short lived. You push at his arms in an attempt to break free of the embrace and snarl, “Let go.” 

“If that's what you want.” He drops his arms, setting you free only to stand in front of you - between you and the door. 

All you can hear is your heart beating in your ears. You glower at nothing as your thoughts race too fast for you to latch on to a single one of them. 

A hand slips under yours, palm to palm. He gives your hand a squeeze, “Can we talk? ..I know I’m not much of a talker. Erm, we could sit together or lay down. Listen to something?” 

Brows still scrunched together with a frown as you clench your jaw. Finally, you look into Kyoutani’s eyes, finding something unknown in them. Something you haven’t seen from him before. Your scowl softens and your jaw relaxes as he watches you with worry-filled eyes. 

“Can we,” he looks down to your joined hands, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, “We could go somewhere. Or maybe- Do you like walks? We could take Indigo-“ He stops when he looks back up and sees your glossy eyes. “Ah, shit. Did I say something? I-“ 

“No,” you take a shaky breath, still pissed, but now pissed about being pissed. “I, uh, want to stay here. I don't want to leave.” 

He nods as you pull from him to go sit on your bed, shoving your face into your hands with a groan. 

Hesitating to join you, he glances around your room that has been neat the many times he's been here before. Noting the messy environment he's not used to seeing here, he slowly makes his way over to sit on the bed with you.

In an instant, you let go of your face to rest your head on his shoulder. “How did you even get here? Satori was out with Indy.” 

“He let me in before he left. I thought you wanted to hang out today?” 

Oh. That’s right. You completely forgot about your plans with Kyoutani when your car appointment got moved. Forgetting that you had plans that you intended on canceling or rescheduling. 

“I know I was early, but I didn’t have anything better to do..” 

“No, no, no. I meant to reschedule with you after my appointment got moved.” Embarrassment and guilt begins to override your intense anger and tears gather in your eyes again. 

Until you realize just what he said and you decide to tease him about it. “You’d rather be at my apartment, alone, than do something more fun?”

“Well, I just.. Yeah.” 

“Wow,” you joke, giving him a toothy grin. 

“And you forgot about me,” he pushes you over, making your back hit the bed with a yelp. “And here I thought you cared.” 

His scowl fails to disguise the hint of laughter in his tone, and you can feel yourself melting into the blankets. Your voice comes out small, “I do.”

 

A grin pokes at the corners of his lips as he leans over you, looking particularly smug. “I know.”

A silver chain sparkling above you captivates you as always. While the frequency of his visits and hang out sessions haven't slowed down, it's been some time since he last accepted your sexual advances. Although, you get the feeling he's holding back for one reason or another. “Y-yeah?” 

He arches a brow at the change in attitude. Angry lioness turned sweet as a kitten in just seconds before his eyes. “Hmph.” 

Lightly dragging his fingertips across where you’re most ticklish, he pulls a screech from you, “Kyou!”

He barks a laugh, a sound that you can't help but grin at. 

Hooking a leg around him and pushing off, you successfully knock him on his side next to you. Now you're the one laughing, though he still is too. 

You sit up on your elbow, looking down at him. Admiring the soft smile on his lips. 

“Are you in a better mood yet?” He wraps an arm around you, letting you tuck into his side. 

“Now I am.” With your soft words, you close your eyes. 

There’s a soft knock against your bedroom door before it cracks open, Tendou peeks in and sees you fast asleep on Kyoutani’s chest. He quietly apologizes, “Oh, sorry.” 

Kyoutani speaks up, though as softly as Tendou, when the redhead begins to leave the doorway, “It's fine.” 

“I just, uh, it was quiet. I didn't know if you guys were still here.” He looks at your sleeping figure, your back to him. He arches a skeptical brow, “You got her to calm down?” 

Kyoutani runs a hand over your hair. “Enough.” He glances at your roommate, then away, then at you. 

“Would you, if she's still sleeping - or really just regardless - go with me to get her car in a bit?” Long fingers fiddle together as he hums. “I don't think anyone there, uh, would appreciate it if she goes. I mean, it could be entertaining to see how that goes, but.. Probably not for the best.”

 

You start to stir and Kyoutani freezes until you give a sleepy sigh and relax again. Peering at Tendou, he nods in agreement. 

You wake up alone in bed, in not much more than an undershirt and panties. You don’t remember being tucked in under a plush duvet. Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you pad down the hall to find your roommate watching some cooking channel. Stepping up to his side, you cross your arms. You must have given him some sort of look, because he chuckles softly and gestures at your attire when he meets your eyes. 

“Ah, that was me.” A sly grin creeps across his face and he holds up a hand, a finger and thumb nearly touching each other, “Pretty sure your friend was this close to decking me for it.” 

A sleepy smirk graces your lips, “He didn't?” 

“Well,” his face morphs into something mischievous, “I did explain that it's nothing new.” 

You mouth ‘oh’ and glance around the room, “Where is he?” 

“I don't know,” he says, throwing his arms up into a shrug, “You were already pissed at me, and then him. I left him alone. He left, that's all I know.” 

You raise a hand to your head, it's pounding. “I’m gonna take a shower.. Let me know if he comes back or whatever.” 

“Want something for that?” 

“Hm?” 

He taps his own head. “Headache? You should have some water too.” 

A heavy sigh leaves your lips. “Yeah. You always seem to know.” 

“I’ve been around you enough.” He turns his attention back to the TV. “Go on. I’ll bring you some.” 

In the shower, you sit on the tile floor with hot water spraying at you, melting away tension from your muscles and helping you relax. Moments like these are when you really wish you had a bathtub. 

By the time you gain the will to scrub yourself down and get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your torso while searching for the will to leave the room and get dressed, Satori let’s himself in the bathroom. Setting a glass of water and medicine on the sink, he turns to you with his hands on his hips. “So how’d he do that? Did he knock you out? Should I have Toshi fight him?” 

You completely ignore that he even suggested Wakatoshi would fight someone. “No, we just.. I don’t know. I laid down and got tired is all.” 

“Mhmm..” He nudges the glass closer to you. “Well, your car is back. Don’t worry, I used your card for it.” From his pocket, pulls out your phone and waves it in the air too high for you to reach, “If I give this back are you going to use it for evil?” 

“Always.” 

“Thatta girl,” he chuckles, sitting the phone down. “That shop is closed now anyway. No harnessing anyone the rest of the night, okay?” 

You click your tongue but grin at him anyway, at least until your grin goes somber. “Hey.. Uhm, I’m sorry about earlier.” You sigh, leaning a hip against the sink counter. “I shouldn’t have went off on you like that. You were just helping.. I just-" An exhale leaves your lips in mild frustration. "I don’t know." 

“Hey. It’s okay.” His eyes are as bright as ever, making him look carefree and unbothered. 

Though that doesn't ease the guilty feeling in your chest. “No, it’s not.” 

"You feel bad and you're sorry. Well, I forgive you," he pats your arm before pausing and giving you an update on your car - including how overpriced the service turned out to be.

You grimace, “I shoulda done it myself.” 

Satori tilts his head shooting you an annoyed-like look. “And stress yourself out more? This would have happened either way.” 

“Most of that was probably labor. I could get that part for-“ 

He cuts you off before you can complain too much, “Okay, okay, but you and work were too busy. That’s why you took it elsewhere. The guys wouldn’t be able to get it in yet, the car was overheating so you couldn’t put it off, and you were too busy with work yourself. Ya know, like the rest of the guys you work with. You would have either overworked yourself and got upset or risked your car having worse problems which would upset you. You made a good decision taking it somewhere that could get it in.” 

“I shouldn't of had to take it to them twice when I told them what it was in the first place,” you grumble, arm crossed over your chest. 

“You're right. But why didn’t you leave it with them when they didn’t fix it before?” 

Pulling your gaze away from his red eyes, you sound defeated, “I took their word for it and didn’t check..” 

“Then lesson learned?”

“Yeah. Do it myself," you say matter-of-factly.  

Satori sighs. “Y/n, Y/n.. Well, I’m going to make dinner. Hayashi rice.”

You raise a brow at the food choice knowing it usually means one thing. “Ushijima coming over?”

Stepping out of the room, he peeks over his shoulder, “What can I say? After your little bit there I could use a good end to my night.” 

You watch the door close and straighten yourself, turning your attention to your reacquired phone. “Hmm..” 

Kyou.. 

Unlocking the phone, you hover over his name for a moment before texting him. 

>> To Kyou: “hey” 

You bite your lip and start to type a second message but backspace it away, choosing not to ramble on about your worries and instead give him a chance to reply in hopes to gauge how he may be feeling himself after earlier. 

Waiting to hear back, you head to your room for some comfortable clothes, a long tee and sweatpants, before joining your roommate in the kitchen. You figure you could help him cook as some form of an apology as well as showing him appreciation. 

What would you do without Satori? 

The two of you finish making dinner before Wakatoshi arrives at your place. You take a plate to your room rather than wait around for him, not willing to face him after causing Satori trouble as if he would do anything about it. 

Knowing you likely won't leave your bedroom for the night, the redhead wishes you sweet dreams and you thank him for the meal and all he's done for you today. 

You're leaving your empty plate on the desk in the corner of your room when you check your phone for the nth time tonight. Still no word from Kyoutani though. Kicking off your pants before putting your phone on charge for the night, you text him again. 

>> To Kyou: “I wanted to apologize for losing my shit earlier..” 

>> To Kyou: “um.. call me later or something” 

>> To Kyou: “please”

Part 16 >>

Taglist: @cantchoosejust1

[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.

[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!

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

  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.

[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.”

[lizzy06]

Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Aoba Johsai Fic Rec Masterlist

Collaring the Mad Dog✨✨ by Amoralyn (fluff). One day, staying late to clean up the classroom for a classmate who didn’t want to, you pass by the gym and happen to look in as the volleyball team is practicing…and you see a boy who changes everything. [COMPLETED]

Happy Birthday, Kyoutani~✨ by Amoralyn (oneshot, fluff) Kyoutani's first birthday with a girlfriend, who's determined to make it special for him. With a little help from a very special person, she just might succeed in a way she hadn't imagined… [COMPLETED]

tell me again✨ by laurus_nobillis (oneshot, fluff, smut at end(skippable for sfw reader!)) You accidentally admit to your best friend that you love him - and he wants to hear it again. [COMPLETED]

Growl |Kyotani Kentaro/Reader|✨ by Jayce_Writes(fluff) It all started with a growl……Which was odd considering it came from a human. [COMPLETED]

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]

[dira333]

Open up - Tsukishima x reader

Requested by @shoulmate - kind of part two to "Friends"

He had not known how bad he was at opening up to people until he left Karasuno.

The comfort of being a third year, of being familiar with the habits and quirks of his classmates and, especially, the people in the Volleyball Club, had tricked him into thinking he’d be just fine in College.

But he wasn’t fine. He was far from being fine.

-

Where it was relatively easy to explain to himself that what he was feeling was only natural, he couldn’t bring himself to tell Yamaguchi that he missed him.

His constant presence had become a comfort he’d taken for granted.

He missed Yachi, her bubbly personality, and even her almost predictable bouts of over-worrying. But he supposed that Yamaguchi missed her even more, now that she was studying in Tokyo. 

He even missed - and that was something he’d never tell anyone - he even missed the monster duo. Training was too quiet without their constant fights and with no one there to challenge him like those two had, he felt himself falling into a rut. 

-

Three months into College he caved and called Kuroo, nibbling on the nail of his right thumb as he waited for the Call to connect, the habit he’d picked up from Yamaguchi a sick kind of comfort.

“You’re lonely.” Kuroo summarized the moment he finished his explanation. “That’s not surprising.” 

He wanted to argue against it, but even he knew that it would make him sound even more childish. He’d been the one calling after all.

“It’s hard for everyone. To be a first-year again. To lose so many friends.”

His voice sounded a bit hoarse for a moment and Tsukishima remembered with a start that while he and Yamaguchi had always been in the same year, Kenma and Kuroo had always been one year apart. 

College must have been especially hard for him if he still felt like that about it.

“As nice as it is to know that I’m not alone, I didn’t call for that, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kuroo laughed. “But do you really need my advice for that? You know what you got to do, right?” 

He scowled at the thought.

“Right. Yeah. I was just hoping-”

“You were just hoping I had something else up my sleeve? Sorry. You still need to talk to people. Open up a bit, Tsukki.”

“Don’t call me that.”

-

1. Find someone on your team. Maybe there’s someone you already know. Or someone you could look up to.

“Kyoutani, right?” He asked the older boy, despite knowing perfectly well that this was his name. God, he so wanted to be somewhere else right now.

“Yeah, so?”

“I was wondering if you’d be up to train.”

“Why would I?”

“We’re on the same team?”

“So?”

He fought against the urge to pinch his nose. This guy was even worse than Kageyama.

Wait. Kageyama.

“Well, I wanted to train my blocking technique. But if you think I’m too strong for you, I’ll find someone else.”

“The fuck you just said?” Kyoutani is right up in his face now, baring his teeth. “I’ll wipe the floor with you!”

“Great. Tonight after practice?”

“You bet.”

…

Kyoutani did, in fact, wipe the floor with him.

But he pulled him up at the end of it, looked him over like he contemplated throwing him into the dumpster outside, and nodded.

“I can’t train on Mondays or Fridays. We can do all the other days. Just don’t talk too much.”

-

2. Find someone in one of your courses. Someone who needs help studying or someone who can help you study. Yes, Tsukki, such people exist.

“Watari, right?" He asked the boy, vaguely remembering the name from some assignments.

“Ah, yes. And you’re Tsukishima?” 

“Yes. We’re in the same Biology Class.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed. You went to Karasuno, right?”

“Yes?” He narrowed his eyes at the other boy. Where was this going?

Watari’s smile did not waver under Tsukishima’s glare. It was unnerving to talk to someone so calm. It reminded him of Sugawara and he’d learned long ago that that calm demeanor could be flipped like a coin.

“I went to Aoba Johsai. I remember playing against you.”

“Oh. But you’re not in the Volleyball Team anymore?”

“No. It felt like the time for me to try something new. Besides, I’d flunk all my Classes if I tried to focus on anything else besides the Course material.”

“About that…” Tsukishima started, already cringing at himself. “I think I could help with that.”

…

After one Monday and one Friday spent with Watari, Tsukishima was ready to admit he’d never become a teacher.

But the other boy was a lot less annoying as a student than the Monster Duo.

He could see himself keeping this up and it was kind of nice to talk about Volleyball in between studying.

-

3. Find someone else. Be a bit creative. You might learn something new about yourself. 

This is the hardest part.

He didn’t want to talk to the people he meets in the cafeteria. Or the people watching his Volleyball Matches, even now that he’s got to actually play on the court.

He didn’t want to think about the internship he’d going to have to suffer through next semester.

Weren’t two new friends enough, he asked himself when he’s alone in his room, studying, reading, listening to music. When he endures Watari struggling with memorizing things, or Kyoutani’s way of talking during their training.

Aren’t two new friends enough, he asks himself when he walks through the library one day only to find… you.

He’s neither quick nor small enough to duck behind a cart or another person and you spot him almost the instant he recognizes you.

And the way your face lights up cuts a piece straight out of his heart.

“Tsukishima.” You walk up to him where he’s frozen on the spot. “What a coincidence to meet you here. How are you?”

“Hrrm.” He makes, his tongue unable to unknot himself. You nod.

“I don’t want to keep you, but if you want, we could go for a coffee and catch up?”

He’s unable to say no. And not in the way that his mouth won’t open, because that too, but even if he could speak, he couldn’t say no to you.

But he can and will protect himself. He’s promised himself that.

Back as a first-year at Karasuno, when he had a crush on you and realized it was never going to be reciprocated.

Back in his second year at Karasuno, when you stopped coming to their games, and he only ever saw you in passing or heard you mentioned in conversations.

Back in his third year at Karasuno, when the hallways were void of you and he didn’t even have Ennoshita around to hear about you. When even the pain of not having you sounded better than the void you left behind.

…

“How’s Ennoshita?” He asks as soon as you take a seat.

“Good, I guess.” You puff out your cheeks and blow at your coffee and he wonders if you know how adorable that makes you look. “Haven’t talked to him in a while. Didn’t think he’d forget about me so easily now that he has a girlfriend.”

He chokes on his drink.

You hit him on the back, but it does nothing to ease his mind.

“He- girlfriend- Ennoshita- you?” He chokes out and you pull your hand back to muster him.

“Yes. He has a girlfriend. Is that surprising? I did think he was rather popular with the girls in Karasuno but no one ever confessed to him.”

“Yeah, because everyone thought the two of you were a couple.” He can’t help his snark and regrets it the moment your eyes widen.

“They did? Why?”

“Because you two were so close. Why wouldn’t we think that?”

He bites his tongue the moment the words are out of his mouth.

You’re frozen in motion, eyes wide, mouth open until you close it with an audible click.

There’s something like understanding in your eyes and he’s ready to grab his drink and leave when you put your hand on his arm.

“Did you think I was dating Ennoshita?”

“Again, why wouldn’t I think that?” He asks but it’s lacking the usual cut of his tone. He just sounds tired now.

You heave a sigh, so deep it seems to come from the bottom of your soul.

“Ennoshita was right after all. I should have confessed to you.”

Now it’s his turn to freeze in his seat and he’s a bit ashamed to say that he forgets to breathe for a moment.

“What?” Is that really his voice speaking?

“Everyone of my girlfriends said that I should wait until the boy makes the first move and looking back, especially after what you’ve told me, they probably had Ennoshita in mind when I was always talking about you. I just… I thought you were interested in me and I was interested in you and I was just hoping you’d confess.”

“I’m sorry.” He says and you shrug. 

“We can’t change the past, right?” Something changes in your eyes and he holds his breath, realizing it will probably shake his core again, whatever you’re going to say next.

He’s right. 

“So, what do you say?” You cock your head and grin. “Are you free tomorrow? For a date? Just to make sure there are no more misunderstandings?”

-

Kuroo calls him on Saturday and he barely makes it out of his room to accept the call.

“Bad timing?” The older boy asks and TSukishima huffs. “We’re having a watch party, but I’m not missing much. I’ve seen Jurassic Park a million times.”

“Oh, a watch party? So you made some friends?”

“Yeah.” 

He leans against the wall next to his door, thinking of the people inside.

Yamaguchi, who’d called to let him know he was done missing him in silence and that he was coming over Saturday, no matter how he felt about it. He was very much okay with that.

Watari, who’d jumped at the idea of a watch party, especially after he heard the name of the chosen movie. “We can point out all the inaccuracies and review at the same time.”

Kyoutani, who’d needed a bit more convincing.

“You know, they say it’s good for team building, but if you’re above that-”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. But I don’t want any mediocre snacks, alright?”

You. 

The door opened next to him as he was talking and you squinted at him.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just talking to Kuroo.” 

“Oh, alright. Tell him I said hi.” You blow him a kiss and step back inside, leaving him flustered in the halfway.

“Kuroo.” He said, voice hoarse yet again. “You don’t happen to have some advice  for communication in a relationship?”

“Ohohoh?” 

“Don’t laugh. I just don’t want to mess this up.” Again, he adds in his mind.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[navsstuff]

First time dipping my fingers in vampire aus so instead of a full length fic I decided on shorter scenarios. I'm more of a cannibal lover sorryyy. (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) I love writing blood so that was fun

The second one is my favourite <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

@fruityclown19

There's fun in tracing maps along his arm, running the soft pad of a thumb up his strained neck, gripping the wrist and pressing two fingers to hear a reassurung heartbeat

Babbling on and on about hunger and thirst and how crimson is such a nice, deep, rich colour that looks so good on everything

"you're quiet today", as if Kyoutani's ears aren't muffled by both TV and murmurs, "should I be worried? No roughhousing today", a self indulgent chuckle

Kyoutani doesn't spare him a glance, looks at flicking lights coming from the screen: it's game night, even if they don't particularly enjoy football all sports are good enough to watch

It's not like he can really ignore Yahaba, with both legs underneath him as a makeshift pillow. Kyoutani can't fully ignore Yahaba when he can hear so much, feel feather like touch along his wrists and is actively using his lap to rest on; both feet up on the arm rest

It takes another squeeze at his bicep to make Kyoutani whip his head straight, annoyed to have so much sound around him; looking up at Yahaba "if you're so hungry-", staring back at such a smug face, "go hunt down someone"

It's not as easy as it sounds. Kyoutani only holds his arm invitingly, firm muscle sculped in the gym calling Yahaba's name.

eyes widening with mock innocence

Yahaba doesn't hunt, he humours Kyoutani

The soft mouthed bite almost tickles and the eye contact shrinks everything down again. Yahaba lets his eye darken, poke the skin gently

It takes only a couple of minutes for the noise to come back up, this time it's a complaint

"don't drool on me", tone pitched up as he uses his palm to push Yahaba's face away, saliva dripping on his shirt making him groan aloud, scowl and sit up abruptly. They nearly knock their heads together

Yahaba shoves his shoulder, "oh don't even!", smiling even wider, "cant handle spit and you call me a priss? How hypocritical"

"shut it"

"no fun in arguing if you don't put some effort in your comebacks", bottom lip jutting out in a pout, head cocking to the side

He pretends to be shocked when Kyoutani pats him roughly, "lay down, it's uncomfortable to have my arm up"

Sneaking his hand back on the wrist and dragging his teeth along kyoutani's shoulder; the couch too small to accommodate two people of their size laying down, so he presses himself against the couch and restraints from sinking down on soft flesh

His voice muffled, "you act cute and speak ugly", going to squeeze his waist instead

Kyoutani shakes his head, sighing

-

He's still pinned against a cold wall, the whole situation would've been nostalgically humours if Yahaba hadn't just sank his fangs down his shoulder

Blood dripping down to his chest, the other frantically wiping the missed liquid with his hands; whining when Kyoutani's shirt gets in the way

Slipping his palm under the hem instead of smudging what he can before it gets lost, trying to save it before everything dries

Yahaba doesn't know whether to be delighted or thoroughly annoyed he can't have it all in his mouth. All the liters of life essence

"don't-", stuttering out with a breathy sigh, fisting Yahaba's jacket, knitting his eyebrows together "don't rip my throat out"

And it's funny, he hasn't even touched his neck yet. Copper filling every crack of his body, curiosity when Kyoutani gulps down and there's a slight shake of his knees

"you're messy", the usual bluntness, no judgement, just an observation, doesn't shake him off. Yahaba takes it as a cue to leave him alone, popping out his happy place by licking the spot clean

Satisfied to see a slight trembling, Smothering kisses up to soothe

He has fun teasing, liking their whole dynamic "you taste angry" it's a lie, it's copper and iron and religion; a poem and joy, so close to his primal, animalistic form

Yahaba could spend ages trying to describe how addictive it all is but it's never enough, there's no enough words or time to get it right

He kisses his neck, then his cheek and then he presses a bloody finger on plush, pink lips

There's no reply, so he keeps going, "it's not a bad taste, try it", smiling fondly when Kyoutani flick his tongue to have a go

No change in expression, almost boredom

"it's blood"

"well no shit!"

Yahaba sighs in mild frustration, shamelessly plopping his fingertips in his mouth

Kyoutani let's his eyes trail down, following each movement close

It's hard to look away when the nails, neatly trimmed and always perfectly clean, show caked blood underneath. Is it weird to stare at your own blood on top of someone else's skin?

He doesn't push Yahaba away when he gives another kiss, letting himself touch the collar of his shirt instead

Kyoutani spits out what he was holding behind his throat, "it wasn't that painful", he frowns when Yahaba only hums an agreement

"im gentler than most", way too pleased at himself

"i love you greedy, Shigeru"

He gets the reaction he wanted, Yahaba pausing and straightening his back. Nose wrinkling at the words. "Don't call me greedy"

Kyoutani shrugs, "but you are", emphasizing his point by poking his chest, "you're spoiled and greedy-", bumping his head back on the wall "-keep biting me"

"hmm?"

"keep biting me", holding eye contact the best he can, "for at least a few hours, keep being messy and gross"

Voice stern, "I'm not gonna drain you out", not bkthered ny the jabs anymore. It's all true

It's not a bad finale, dying of overconsumption and blood loss. It's romantic and greedy and tragic. Over the top, sure, but why not?

Yahaba tries to find a sign of doubt, only finds determination

The hands that cradled his head are still stained crimson and ugly, picturesque. Gorgeously horrifying fangs and open mouth, a pant and drool

Not biting is hard when it's so intimate

Yahaba goes back to work, beaming, "this is how we die, then!"

[faerielotus]

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ FRESH ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

KYOUTANI x READER

tw : murder, violence, blood, gore, smut

You’re not surprised when he slides into bed without a word. Being talkative isn’t something that you’d associate with Kentaro, especially with it being so late. What’s surprising is the distance between the two of you. He’s close, but not close enough for you to turn over and face him, to hold him. It’s a strange new practice for him. A pattern you’ve seen repeating the last couple of days.

Nonetheless it still confuses you. You know he likes to touch you, feel that you’re there; the same as you. You enjoy the way he hooks his arm over your waist, holding you tight to his chest. The sound of him slightly out of breath when he first joins you in bed, most likely from shuffling up the stairs of your rickety apartment building. But most of all you enjoy the way he smells. He always manages to smell fresh, even when he was covered in sweat from moving in the sofa that was way too big for your living room, but that you insisted on buying; or another time when he came back home, holding a hoodie covered in red splotches. Even the metallic smell was overpowered by the smell of him ingrained into your apartment.

You love everything about the man beside you. That’s why it’s so strange to you. How you know he feels the same way, but is still so far away from you. His distance continues to plague your mind. That is until he sighs, not irritated but not relaxed. Yes, you find the whole predicament strange until he sighs, scoots closer to you and holds you tight, resting his head on your neck. That’s when you forget how strange it is, and start to think about him, how he feels, how he sounds, and how he smells.

You’ve been laughing for what feels like ten minutes. One joke from Matsuwaka growing into his own personal comedy show. You can’t hear anything else anybody’s saying. Not even the music from the back of the club thrumming through your body is truly reaching you. Your drink has almost fallen out of your hands more than once, quickly being saved by the brunette sitting besides you.

You finally calm down, taking a swig from your drink and inhaling a big breathe of air. You look over to Matsuwaka, readying yourself for his next barrage of wisecracks when you notice that he’s looking over you.

You turn around and see three tall men all maneuvering through the crowds of people towards the two of you. Their attire matches the clothes that Matsuwaka is wearing, a fancy, if not slightly disheveled suit. You take brief notice of the fact that their eyes are on you, or at least shifting between you and the man you were having a conversation with. Your eyes, however, are focused on only one of those men. With a buzzcut that’s been bleached blonde and a mean look on his face you feel like shying away. His tanned skin absorbs the colors of the club lights. Over his suit he’s wearing a clashing leather jacket and overall looks a bit mean.

You realize how long you’ve been staring when they get closer, and the blonde cocks his eyebrow at you. You turn back towards Matsuwaka and nurse your drink.

“Issei.” The brunette in the middle of the three men speaks up when they reach the bar.

“Oikawa.” Matsuwaka says in a drawn out fashion, almost teasing the man in front of him. “I was coming back, I just needed something to drink”

“We can see that!” A strawberry blonde on the side of Oikawa pipes up. He yells over the loud noises of the crowd while staring at you. “My names Hanamaki, but my pals call me Makki!” He’s leaning over now and holding out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand and introduce yourself. He slowly drops his hand from yours and looks at Matsuwaka with a sly smirk on his face.

The atmosphere is laid back, but you can’t help but feel awkward stuck between these men in suits.

“I’m sorry if I stole him,” you start, looking up to Oikawa. “The both of us were waiting for our drinks when I started a conversation.” You brush a stray hair back, one that you missed with your bobby pin when rushing out the house to meet your friends.

He looks over to you with a smile. “You’re all fine sweetheart. This one right here is responsible for himself.” That got a laugh out of you, and the angry man standing by his side focused his eyes on you. “He’s still got some work to do though, so we’re gonna have to steal him back.”

“Come on, Oikawa, I can’t leave a girl like her on her own here.” Matsuwaka said, feigning a pout and grabbing your hand.

Oikawa dramatically sucked air through his teeth and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right about that.” Oikawa shifted on his foot and turned towards the cross blonde next to him. “Well, Kyoutani already did his job for the night,” he faced forward again and smiled “Why don’t you keep the pretty girl some company Kyo-kun.”

Kyoutani stared at you with a glare and you stared back, looking at him more closely. His scowl didn’t make him any less handsome. His face was strong and his skin was glowing underneath the light. He was lean, but you could tell that underneath his suit he was toned. You looked back over to Matsuwaka who had an incredulous look on his face.

“‘Kawa, you know that’s not what I meant man.”

Oikawa’s grin widened even more. “Kyo-kun take Matsuwaka’s seat for me.” On the side of Oikawa, Makki snickered and hid his face in his elbow.

Matsuwaka grumbled as he shifted out of his seat. Kyoutani dropped himself onto it and motioned for the bartender.

“We’ll see you later Kyo-kun.” Oikawa said as he and the rest of the men walked off, arm draped over Matsuwaka’s shoulder.

You turned your body towards the bar, but kept your head facing the man beside you. Ignoring his rough look you were somewhat entranced by him. Everything from his appearance to his smell was strangely attractive to you. He started to order a drink when he looked to you.

“Do you want another?” He motioned to your drink, still with a glare on his face. You nodded with a smile and he finished ordering.

You asked him a couple of questions, mainly about Matsuwaka, how they met, their friend group, but also about him. That seemed to loosen him up enough for his brows to relax.

“And you?” He asked as the bartender set your drinks in front of you both.

“What questions are you asking me?” You said with a dopey smile.

“Anything.” He responded after taking a second to gulp his drink. His short answers made you realize how little interest he has. No, not that, how little he likes to talk. He seemed engaged even with his limited amount of interactions. That, like so many of his other qualities attracted you.

“Well,” you started, leaning your elbow on the bartop. “I think you’re hot.” You tilted your head, resting your hand on his knee.

You saw him take a small gulp and you laughed at that. He stared at his drink until he picked it up and downed the rest. He swallowed and turned to look at you again.

“Yeah?” That was the first time you saw him smile.

You wonder if you really got everything you needed. You didn’t want to head back to the store for something small. Thinking about calling Kentaro to check the kitchen, you decided to brush the idea off, remembering he left earlier that morning.

You sighed, shifting and moving your grocery bags around in your arms. You felt like you haven’t talked to him in so long, the last form of contact between you too being a kiss on your forehead as he slid out of bed. You made your way into the lobby of your apartment and up the stairs. You couldn’t tell why he was acting the way he was. You just knew that something was wrong.

Just like how you knew something was wrong when you opened the door to your shared apartment to see clothes caked in blood on the floor. You couldn’t feel your bags dropping from your hold. All you felt was fear. It doesn’t take much time for you to run into your bedroom at all.

What takes time is your realization. The realization that Kentaro’s completely fine. Wearing black joggers with his shirt stripped off, a towel hanging off his shoulder, he turns to look at you. He has a cut on his lip, but his face has no emotion. He just keeps staring at you, not a single word passing between you too.

You look down. “What happened Ken.” You look back towards the living room, motioning towards his discarded pile of clothes, already seeping into the carpet. “What happened to you.” You turned back to him taking a couple steps forward.

“Nothing.” He says turning back around, back facing you. “Some asshole had too much to say at a meeting.”

You weren’t sure what type of work Kentaro and his friends were in, but the past couple of years gave you some insight as to how violent it could be. “Kentaro,” you said demandingly. “Your clothes are soaked in blood.” You finally got close enough to him to turn him around and you noted how tense he was.

He stared down at you, this time you could see something in his face. “Are you scared of me?” He whispered.

You were taken aback, but kept your hand on his shoulder and the other on his face. “No,” you turned your head at him and frowned. “Why would you think that.”

He takes a breath, whether it’s relief or him trying to compose himself you can’t tell. He pulls your hands from him and pulls you into an embrace, inhaling your scent.

“Not important,” he finally says, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “Just help me real quick.” He kisses you, beginning to lift the bottom of your shirt, you’re distracted from the look on his face.

You can’t think about how scared he looked when he’s fumbling with your bra, grunting into your neck when you reach down to pull his sweats off.

You can’t think of anything else except the way he’s touching you, and the fresh scent coming off of him from washing off the grime and blood of a tough day.

You didn’t think you were going to go

home with the indifferent man who sat beside you for half a night, but you couldn’t deny the strong feeling of euphoria from between your legs as Kentaro slammed his hips against yours.

He grunted as he lifted your legs over his and lowered himself closer to your face, hands intertwined with yours. He moved his lips against yours and you moaned. He cursed and pulled away, biting your lip in the process.

He moved his hand down your body and you mewled, thrusting against him.

“Fuck!” He shouted, touching you, and dipping his head. You grabbed his shoulder with your free hand, trying to urge him closer. “You want me, baby?” you nodded, squinting your eyes closed and moaning. “Yeah, you want me.”

He moved his hand from you, up your body, resting on your breast for a moment, before he harshly gripped your throat. “Kyo-” you tried to say, but were overpowered by his strength and the urge to moan.

You arched your back, still trying to get closer to him. He finally caught on to the way you were flexing, and kissed you hard. He continued to pump himself in and out of you, taking time to grind into you causing you to release cut-off moans and gasps.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” He tightened his grip on your throat, dragging his face along your neck and thrusting harder. He pushes you closer and you squeezed his hand, shaking and squeezing his cock.

“Kyo…tani” you croak, but he’s not listening, he’s pounding into you harder, holding you tighter, and now kissing you rougher.

He was close to losing control, almost crushing you with his strength, but he held back. He held back until he came, cumming inside of you and growling into your ear.

You both were out of breath but he continued thrusting into you. It took a moment for him to settle down, releasing his tight grip on you and collapsing on top of you. He rolled to the side and held you, tucking his face into your neck, taking big breaths.

You were tired and still catching your breath when you thanked yourself for going out tonight.

He gripped you tighter, kissing your neck.

He murmured. “You smell good.”

You sat still, tears slowly running down your face as the recent events of the day replayed through your mind.

Kyoutani stood in front of the counter, in between your legs, drying your washed face with a towel, and trying his best to avoid your blooming bruises and aching cuts.

You know he’s thinking the same thing as you. Probably thinking about how he bashed in the head of the man who cornered you during an afternoon outing with his friends. He was probably thinking about how scared you looked when he saw the dickhead from earlier that week groping you. You know he was thinking about if you were okay when the asshole started getting rough when you tried brushing past him.

Kyoutani set the towel down and sighed. He reached for you and you shied away. He ignored it and held your face in his hands.

“I killed for you.” He said. Staring you in the eyes and assessing the damage done to your face. You didn’t say anything and more tears rolled down your face. He tilted his head and took a moment to really look at you.

You thought about his question from a couple days ago. The fear in his eyes when he asked it. His bloodied clothes, now tossed away, probably living in some dump. Your assailant, and his bandaged body and furious face.

“He had it coming for a long time. He kept messing with me and my boys.” You couldn’t tell what he was trying to say to you. Was he trying to explain his actions, soothe you? Was he trying to convince you that his murderous rage was an outcome of the dead man’s actions and not his own violent tendencies? You didn’t care.

All that you knew was that you were scared. You were scared of your boyfriend. You loved him, but he terrified you. You started to sob. Wails escaping you as you replayed the moment when he repeatedly threw the head of the random man against a brick wall, not stopping until his skull was shattered, spilling out his most vital organ onto the pavement you both stood on.

Kyoutani didn’t try to hug you. He didn’t try to comfort you. Not even in that traumatic moment. He just picked you up and walked away, leaving his friends to clean the mess.

Kyoutani was never good at talking. Not even now. He just kept staring at you. “Are you scared of me?” He said, reaching for your face.

He didn’t look afraid this time. He looked tired, and serious. He looked like he already knew the answer and was just asking to ask.

You still didn’t say anything. Your hiccuping cries were enough of an answer for him.

He sighed and picked you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down onto the bed and after taking a moment to undress joined you. He hovered over you as you continued crying.

“I can still smell that dickhead’s cologne on you.” You didn’t know what to say to that either, you just kept still underneath him. He reached for the buttons on your dress and you stayed still.

You realized he was trying to get the smell off of you. He was almost scared of it.

The same way you were scared of the way he smelled. Not the fresh scent that you adored, but the metallic and almost deathly smell of blood.

This was my first fic!! I originally posted it on my other account, but I made that my personal blog. I also posted it on AO3 under Faerie_Lotus. Please please please!! Tell me what you guys think 「(°ヘ°)

[fruityclown19]

I dig the grunge

(Or yahaba checking kyoutani out in the middle of a grocery store :D)

Yahaba would never admit that he found the grunge aesthetic very attractive. He didn’t know why he found it attractive himself. Maybe he just had a thing for guys who dress like bad boys, but he would never admit that.. at least not out loud

Standing a couple feet away from him in the freaking CEREAL ISLE! The cereal isle of all places! Stood kyoutani in the most decked out grunge outfit in existence. Yahaba couldn’t help but stare. Because Yahaba had never seen Kyoutani in anything other than his school uniform, practicing clothes, or his jersey (which Kyoutani pulled off very well in Yahaba’s eyes.) but never once did Yahaba see how Kyoutani ACTUALLY dressed outside of school and volleyball

Now Yahaba will admit that he always found Kyoutani attractive. Like if you were to ask him if he would date Kyoutani he’d say yes. But seeing Kyoutani here, in public, dressing up in something other than his school apparel. Yahaba knew he was in trouble-

It wasn’t even a complicated outfit! He wore a baggy black t-shirt to which Yahaba assumed has some type of design on the front, he had baggy dark blue jeans that went over his black converse. And there were a couple chains hanging from most likely a belt, but the shirt covered it. the thing Yahaba noticed instantly though, was the amount of jewelry this man had on.

One rule in volleyball that everyone knows even if you don’t play, is that you can’t have a ton of jewelry on while playing. Specifically your hands and wrist. Necklaces are 50/50 depending on the arena your in and what they prefer. Earrings were okay as long as they weren’t dangles and were secure. So naturally kyoutani only ever wore earrings since he had his ears pierced, but that’s was it. But yahaba now knew that as soon as kyoutani wasn’t playing volleyball he went all out

his hands were covered with silver rings and his wrist were filled with bracelets, he was wearing at least 3 silver necklaces. Which yahaba thought was a little over kill but he didn’t mind. He wasn’t wearing dangle earrings but he still had black studs in

So yeah-

Yahaba found himself checking kyoutani out in the middle of the stores cereal isle.. who knew?

(Pt.2 where kyoutani is checking yahaba out in said grocery store??)

[abbstersfics]

Flufftober Day Fifteen

Kyotani goes over to see Yahaba because his washing machine broke

Prompt: Laundry

[sleepy-exe]

I'm editing part 15 sooo

Mechanic AU - 14

Kyoutani x f!reader

<< Part 13 | Part 15 >>

Summary: Kyoutani comes into the shop and Tanaka has questions.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings/Genre: sfw, mdni, strangers to lovers, slice of life, fluff

Part 14: Picking Favorites

Kyoutani is in the shop today with his dark green WRX STi to have his tires swapped over to new wheels. It hasn't been all that long since you put new tires on his car, but the faux blond will be replacing the original silver wheels for a set of bronze BBS.

As he pulls the first wheel out of the box and unwraps it, you stare in awe at the shiny new wheel. "Kyou, these are going to look amazing with your wrap!"

"And the black if I get rid of the wrap." He gently sets the wheel on the concrete floor of the garage before moving on to the next box, taking it upon himself to unbox all of them for you.

Operating the lift to raise his car into the air, you begin digging out your tools for the job. "Wait, you're thinking of getting rid of the wrap? It's beautiful!"

"Well, it has rock chips already on the front bumper and it's not going to last forever regardless," he says, balling up all the paper and bubble wrap from the boxes, "but I have no plans to get rid of it anytime soon."

"Well, good. I like it." Impact gun in hand, and the appropriate socket, you kick a stool on tiny wheels his way, "Ya can take a seat if you want."

He stops it with a foot before picking up the boxes he broke down. "Thanks, but I was thinking I'd grab us some drinks since you were complaining so much earlier."

You perk at that. An offer to feed your caffeine addiction might be the quickest way to your heart, if he wasn't already in it anyway.

"I assume you've got somewhere out back I can throw these." You caught his smooth save at catching one of the boxes that began to slip from his hold.

"Mhm, just stop by Kiyoko's desk and she can point you in the right direction." Turning back to his car, you start removing the lug nuts from the first wheel, "See ya soon!"

"I'll just be down the street." With that he heads out the door and you are sitting your impact gun on the ground to pull the wheel off the car to carry over to the tire machine.

Carefully removing the tire from the wheel and even more carefully installing it on a brand new wheel, you move on to the second wheel, taking your time to not scratch either sets you're not sure what he'll be doing with the old set. Saving for a winter setup maybe? Though if he were, wouldn't you be working on that right now instead?

Having made a pile of old wheels and new wheels with tires mounted on them for the driver’s side, you head over to the passenger's side figuring you can just swap all the tires over first before putting any of the wheels back on the car. However, you only get three lug nuts off the first passenger wheel before you run into trouble.

"Oh, I don't like how that feels." You play around with the impact to see if you can get things to move more smoothly, but no, the lug nut spins roughly and at an angle - the thing is cross threaded, no doubt. "Fuck."

Though normally cool and collected in this situation, you find yourself flustered by the problem. You never cross thread anything. Did you get careless last time? Grabbing your phone, you nervously text Kyoutani.

>> To Kyou: “hope you’re not too attached to your lug nuts haha”

>> To Kyou: “one might be fucked”

Biting your lip, you examine the definitely fucked lug nut before going full send on it with the impact until get goes from spinning off rough to coming clean off.

"Oh."

Closer examination and the lug nut snapped half the stud off with it.

"Shit."

>> From Kyou: “there's new ones in the back”

>> From Kyou: “brb”

"Oh."

Best to move on and come back to that in a moment.

You're not going to have that fixed before Kyoutani gets back either way.

"Whatcha do?" Tanaka pops in close, eyeing the dead stud. "Uh-oh. Why didn't you use heat?"

Good question.

"Jeez, Ryuu, get outta here!"

Looking around with a hand over his brows like a visor, he asks, "Hey, where's the boy toy anyhow?"

"Oh my- Ryuu!" You bat at him and he squeaks. "Shut up!"

"Hey, whatever. As long as it's not the boss man, I could care less."

You sigh, but a quiet laugh still sneaks out. "Oh, yeah? So if it was Noya or Daichi, you wouldn't be bothered?"

You laugh at the disgusted face he gives you in response, freeing up the last lug nut and carrying the wheel to the tire machine.

By the time Kyoutani returns with the goods, you've finished swapping the tire for the last wheel.

“Got it then?” He asks, watching you carry one shiny bronze wheel with one dirty tire on it to the driver’s side of his car.

“Hm? Ah,” you place the new wheel on, hand tightening the new black lugs for the two of you to admire. You continue while pointing over the car, “That one over there - one of the lug nuts was fucked to begin with. Swear I didn’t do that.” You cringe.

“Hmph. Yeah, someone else’s touched it since.”

Jokingly, you throw him an offended look, but it falls quickly with a nervous tone, “But, uhm, I did technically get it.” She walks over, poking around a stud that’s snapped in half, “Well, this is my bad. The studs' aftermarket or nah?“

“Nope.”

Nodding again, you walk off, “I probably have a new one. Be right back.”

"Where should I put your drink?"

That stops you in your tracks. Trotting back over to him, you take the offered energy drink and several thank you's spilling from your lips as you run off with your beverage. Kyoutani grins softly at you before checking out his ride.

Returning with a new stud in hand, you spot two more wheels on the car than when you left and Kyoutani moving the last to sit on the ground nearby. "Ah! You don't need to be doing any of it!"

He raises a brow at you. "Okay."

"Anyway. 'Have a stud. I'll swap it out real' quick and get your car done. Hopefully you weren't in a hurry to get out of here." You rub your neck shyly.

"Not with you being here," he says cooly.

What's that supposed to mean??

"Alright then," you say as if you're completely unbothered. "I'll get to it."

With Kyoutani long gone and your next appointment running late, you take some time to clean the garage. It really is getting to be quite a mess.

Dumping used oil filters in an old oil drum, picking up soiled rags, tossing random garbage littering the ground. Every little thing helps, and things have really piled up with the whole shop being as busy as it has been. No one has been taking the appropriate time to pick up after themselves.

You're sweeping dirt and junk from all over the garage into your temporarily empty bay when Tanaka abandons his work to bother you instead.

Grease stained arms and hands cross over his equally stained chest as he stands over a dirt pile. “Where’d you get all that from?”

You gesture vaguely around you, "Here.”

“Now, you're supposed to just not look at it.”

“Oh, okay." You grin at your friend who's apparently very much tired of working on the same engine harness job he started five hours ago. At least Keishin pays well for that sort of thing; those can really be a headache. "I'll leave it right here then.”

“I'll go make you a dirt sign," he says, but doesn't leave his spot.

“Just put it on top. Cover it up.” Playing along, you stand your broom against the post of a lift.

“Put some caution tape around it.” He motions with his hands as if he were wrapping tape around an object haphazardly.

"What if I just put a caution cone over it?”

He rubs his chin, smearing black across it in the process. “Mhmm, yeah. That’ll work.”

Laughing, you pick up the broom again and a dustpan to sweep up the pile. Your next appointment should be here any moment, so now is a good time to quit cleaning. The garage looks decently better with less tripping hazards.

Before returning to his own work, Tanaka adds, "So. You two a thing yet? Or are ya just bangin'?"

You grumble lowly at the man for his bold choice of words, and at work of all places. You two aren't the only ones here after all, and you're sure Takinoue doesn't want to hear about who you sleep with in your spare time. Not to mention, it could be pretty awkward with Keishin around here somewhere.

"What? I don't even know what to call you guys."

"I don't know. Maybe call us friends?" Busying yourself, you pick up the work order for this car that can't arrive soon enough. A Toyota Corolla coming in for diagnostics and, ah - customer states no crank, no start - sounds like you are waiting on a tow truck then rather than the customer.

"Friends? We are friends. Whatever you two got going on - that's not being friends."

You grin mischievously. "Sure it is. 'You jealous?"

"Hell no," Tanaka exclaims. "He can have your crazy ass."

You laugh knowing he's only joking and truly is happy for you. Tucking the work order under your arm, you step away from the conversation to seek out Kiyoko for a possible update on the delay.

Part 15 >>

Tag list: @cantchoosejust1

[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)

[yvette-tal]

Kyoutani is shaken awake by you in the middle of the night, grunting quietly as he blinked his eyes tiredly at you in the darkness of his room.

“K-Kentarou…” You whimper softly, clearly on the verge of crying if you weren’t already.

He pulls you closer, practically enough to suffocate you under his body weight, in attempt to comfort you. He had definitely panicked about you possibly crying—he could NOT see you at all lmao so he wasn’t totally sure that you were crying—but he knew he just wanted you to feel better, trying to ignore that this was the first time you’d called him by his first name.

“had a nightmare..” You say quietly from under him, your hands on his waist as you nestled your face in his neck, already greatly calmed by the hug and weight of your boyfriend.

“It’s alright..” Kyoutani whispered back, kissing the top of your head “I’m right here.”

[chaos-writes-fanfiction]

Hi there, it's been a really long time since I've posted anything, but I'm planning on dusting off this old blog and working on my wips that have been sitting in my docs unattended for a few years

[dottie-writes-haikyuu]

Aftermath

This is chapter 9 of my fic Not Everyone Survives (But I will do the Best I Can). Tags and other chapters can be found here!

No summary this chapter lol

Kyoutani hadn’t spoken a word since Yuuji died.

Honestly, Hajime had been kind of grateful when the blonde had yelled at Bokuto, even though it was a shitty thing to do, because it had been something.

But after that, he hadn’t said anything.

The night they got back, they took anything that could be used as a weapon from Kyoutani’s room, and Oikawa announced that the man wouldn’t be going on any missions for the next…undefined stretch of time. He was almost constantly under supervision, and he stayed in his room most of the time.

Hajime was…worried, to say the least. But he figured the man would get better eventually.

He hoped so.

—

He didn’t want anything else to do with anything. He didn’t want anything to do with living, itself.

They were smart to take away his things. Even smarter to ban him from missions.

If he could open his mouth to speak, he’d probably beg Hajime to kill him. But he couldn’t muster up the energy.

He couldn’t muster up the energy to do anything but lay in bed and stare at his ceiling. The first week, his heart felt like it was going to eat him from the inside out.

Hajime and Tooru wouldn’t leave him alone, though. They were worried.

Maybe they should be.

This wasn’t fucking fair. It should’ve been Bokuto.

Or maybe it should’ve been him. But since it wasn’t, this was his punishment.

The words of his mother echoed in his head, clear as day, and it was what dragged him through the dirt day after day.

“Life is unfair. Kill yourself or get over it.”

The ceiling for who knew how long. Hajime talking to him with worry clear in his tone, Hanamaki or Matsukawa trying, too. Tooru popping in to bring him something and spend some time with him.

It would probably have helped ease the hurt if it didn’t make it swell more and more.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. Eventually, though, the fighting started. Hajime would walk out and Tooru would mumble something. Iwaizumi would reply incredulously, and Oikawa would get defensive. They’d get angry, whisper-yell at each other, then one would start to cry, and the other would soothe them and walk them away from his room.

Life is unfair. Kill yourself or get over it.

If he only got the option, he knew what he would pick. But maybe he was already dead.

He felt like it, anyway.

“Your hair has grown out some,” Hajime noted. “Do, um…I could cut it for you, again.”

The offer was gentle. More gentle than his big brother normally was towards anyone.

He simply looked at him. He wouldn’t mind either way. He would hardly count himself as being in his body.

“Just, promise me you won’t take the razor and try to do anything, please?”

He tried to nod, but he hardly had the energy to.

“I trust you,” the brunette said after a few moments, and then came back with an electric razor. The brute made small talk as he worked on Kyoutani’s hair.

“You know, I love you,” Iwa murmured. “You’re a good kid. Anyways, what do you think of your hair? I did the sides a bit different, but I think they look cool.”

He was turned to face the mirror in the corner. His hair was shorter than normal, and there were tiny stars shaved into the sides. It looked nice.

His face gave the barest of twitches, but it made Hajime light up. He couldn’t fathom why. The brunette hugged him, those biceps flexing with how tightly.

“We’re gonna be okay, Kyou. I don’t know how, but we will. That’s a promise.”

Hajime didn’t break promises.

If only he could believe it.

—

Koutarou was off of bed rest in a few weeks, and they quickly discovered that the wounds on his arms wouldn’t stop bleeding. Ever. Which fucking sucked.

He couldn’t sleep without a gun, most nights. And he couldn’t even think about sleeping without doing three patrols around the base. Keiji couldn’t leave his side for too long without getting anxious, either.

But it was okay.

They were getting over it, he figured.

But then again, nothing could stay okay forever, could it?

Previous chapter | Next chapter

[navsstuff]

GUESS WHO UPDATED THEIR KYOUHABA FIC? ME! I DID!! It's been almost 2 weeks Sheesh but at least it was a good 4k

I don't usually post my writing on here but why not?

The kyoutani/Yahaba tag has been filled with crack fics or they're just background characters. that's so shitty, so I'll do it myself