#kyoutani kentarou x black reader

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌!𝖺𝗎 𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝖻𝗈𝖻 𝗂𝗆𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

“hello my youngest what can I do for you this pleasant morning?” you kept your eyes on your phone knowing the footsteps of your three children by heart, your husband grumbles turning over pulling the sheet up over his head.

the slapping of your six year old’s feet against the tile floor as she ran to jump into your lap, being the only thing you hear before it happens. you laugh with your daughter as your phone falls on the bed.

“haytari! you see your daddy tryna sleep.” she laughs teasingly. “i think he should wake up, no amount of sleep would fix that mug.” you burst out laughter as your husband shoots up. “i only look like this caus’a you brats.”

your middle child, eight year old mylo announces his presence, walking into your now wide open bedroom sitting at the edge of your huge bed. “if that’s what you need to tell yourself dad i support you!” kyotani growls out a “lo…” as his son pokes at his feet under the covers.

your eldest, ten year old kyara walks in skittishly, sitting at your feet. “what are we talking about in here guys?” your youngest speaks up. “dad’s ugly face.” you exclaim a ‘heihei!’ stifling your giggles as you husbands eyebrows twitch, a chastising “brat…” leaving his lips.

“it’s okay dad i still think you’re pretty.” kentaro sighs, fingers massaging his forehead, already tired from the day as he responds to kyara. “thanks key.” she smiles as if she’d accomplished something. “you’re welcome dad.” you laugh at the whole interaction, fixing hei’s bonnet.

“alright kids stop messing with your father, now what do y’all want?” hei wraps her arms around your neck, kissing your cheek as she creepily strokes your bonnet. “nothing but your love mother.” you hum unconvinced as you looked into her gleaming eyes then behind her to your other children, finding them staring back.

“yea right! what really you little gremlins?” mylo shouts no longer able to hide his excitement. “when’s our uncle coming mom!?” kentaro scoffs as you answer looking at your phone. “y’all are lucky I was just on the phone with him. he’ll be here in four hours— five if he doesn’t like his outfit probably, just enough time for y’all to get ready. I gotta do y’all hair, so go shower and brush your teeth; you all have dragon breath.”

they all jump out of your bed, rushing to their rooms. “finally damn disrespectful brats.” your husband says leaning over to kiss you. you stop him with a finger to his lips, his eyebrows furrowing as he ‘hmmps’ questioningly. “that goes for you too ken. you can kiss me all you want after.” he nods pulling away from your finger, jumping out the bed to the bathroom.

your family is sat in the living room after eating a full breakfast, watching a movie as you sit on the couch to do the kids hair, setting a pillow down on the floor, starting with mylo who’s the most willing because he likes getting his hair played with by you.

“why don’t one of you girls go to daddy to get this done quicker?” you ask parting your sons hair. your oldest fidgets, keeping her eyes on the movie. “umm no thanks mom.” you were about ask why before your youngest spoke up, her little figure lying on the couch in a relaxed manner.

“no offense mom but dad doesn’t know what he’s doing and he’s had ten years to practice. remember when he tried to do kyara’s hair last week? she looked like no one loved her, no offense kiki.” kyara glanced at her little sister before looking back at the large tv, replying. “oh um none taken i guess.”

your jaw dropped as mylo raised his hand. “i want a no offense too!” your little one complies. “no offense lo.” “none taken!” he grins making you smile at the little interaction before looking at your husband with a teasing look. he shook his head at whatever idea was going through yours, a stressed look on his face.

“heihei, why didn’t you say no offense to your dad?” the brown haired girl declares with assertion, looking to you then her father. “because i wanted him to be offended mommy.” you cackle, slapping your hand against your knee, panting to catch your breath as your husband slinks into the couch, throwing his head back. “i am sick of all of you. none of you are good people.”

after finishing their hair in different styles of braids, the doorbell rings and your husband goes to answer it. he snarls when toru pushes past him to the living room, closing the door and standing by it as he watches you all run up to toru, hugging him screaming his name.

“y/n!! my pups!!” he screams back, your husband scoffs and you roll your eyes, knowing he was going to try to bully the lanky, well dressed male. “when are you getting your own family? an’ where you taking my kids?” toru does the gesture of waving him off, a dashing smile on his face.

“why have a family when i can rent one? it’s more fun being the rich uncle anyways; i’m taking the pups shopping then to the amusement park, they should be good and tired when I bring ‘em back.” you smile thanking toru for the next few hours of quiet that he’s bringing you, he says no problem kissing your cheek as he rushes the kids out of your house, dodging the powerful smack kentaro was finna land on him.

you’re now in your bed lounging with your husband who tsks. “still don’t like that oikawa is their uncle.” you giggle raking your hand up and down his chest. “well maybe you shouldn’t have fallen for and gotten married to his best friend.“ he grumbles as you kiss at his jaw to distract him adding “at least iwa is their uncle too.”

he ‘hmmps’ leaning into your affection “that’s the only upside.” it makes you giggle, your upper half laying on his. “now tell me why you wanted those brats again?” you laugh, hitting him on the chest. “i’m not the one with the breeding kink ken~ or did you forget?” he smirks, flipping you over so he’s on top. “you’re right i did, why don’t you help me remember.” you squeal laughing as he covers you both with the blanket.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[romaevelizz]

y’all fw kyotoni or tsuki more thinking a lil jealous reader action thinking flo milli

[bleach-your-panties]

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...."BLONDES HAVE MORE FUN!"❀

⋱♡full collab info post ⇰here!

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[jean-kayak]

Anon Request: Okay but the thicc black gf hc’s got me like 🥵

Can I request a pt. 2 with Atsumu, Daichi, Kyotani, and Kuroo saying “Let’s get married” after getting blessed with the Wap? 🥺

Characters: timeskip!Miya Atsumu, Daichi Sawamura, Kyoutani Kentaro, Kuroo Tetsurou

A/N: Lmao, I did not expect those to do so well lmao, so here you go

Part one is here

🏐Coming straight out the gate with hickies

🏐This man loves to cover you in marks, I mean, there's so much of you, how could he not?

🏐He spends a huge portion of his time biting and sucking at your skin, darkening the marks that are starting to lighten or putting more marks on an empty part of your skin

🏐He loves the feeling of your thighs squeezing his head when he goes down on you, and he does this a lot

🏐He also can't get over how soaked you get when he goes down on you, and he definitely feels like he might drown, but if that's how he goes out 🤷🏽‍♀️

🏐If he comes home after a game and you're just in his jersey, he'll fuck you wherever you are, this could be the living room, kitchen, bathroom, it does not matter

🏐He's a thigh and ass man so expect him to constantly give them a little slap and they're random too especially if they're exposed

🏐The only place you're allowed to sit is his lap, no exceptions

🏐Expect him to always have his hands on you no matter what you do, he'll rub all over your body, sometimes not even knowing he's doing it

🏐He promises that he already was falling in love with you after the first time you gave him head

🏐You just wanted to help him relieve some stress after a hard loss. And girl did you

🏐He's never cum so fast in his life, and he's pretty sure he blacked out in the middle of it

🏐The first thing he remembers is how amazing your mouth felt around him and the last thing he remembers is his orgasm literally feeling like he was hit by a mac truck

🏐The first time y'all fucked he thought he was being sent to another world

🏐He let you take the reins, letting you sink down on him, but he was so overwhelmed by how tight and wet you are that it didn't last long

🏐So, it isn't long until he's flipping you over so fast that you're almost dizzy from the movement, and he's gripping your thighs as he pounds into you like a mad man

🏐The only thing he can really focus on is how your slick is soaking him and the bed and on the fact he's about to cum embarrassingly fast

🏐He tries to holds back, but it's he swears it's impossible, and he cums so hard that he literally falls on top of you

🏐He's a little ashamed that he finished so fast, and this man has the audacity to act sheepish as he lifts his head up with a chuckle

🏐"So, how ya feel about getting married?"

🏅Always makes you sit in his lap after a long day at work, loves rubbing all over your curves

🏅And if he gets really relaxed, he gets really handsy 😏

🏅Having the comfortable weight on top of you always makes him feel relaxed, like everything that was weighing him down just lifts away

🏅So, you'll just be sitting there absentmindedly watching TV or scrolling on your phone, and he'll suddenly move you so that you're straddling him

🏅One hand'll be rubbing your hip softly while the other works its way into your shorts

🏅The lazy, tired look in his eyes goes dark because he still can't get over how wet you get in such a short time

🏅He instantly gets hard at the sight of his hand and his wrist shiny with your slick when you cum, his dick straining painfully against his pants

🏅And you can still see a hint of tension and stress in his shoulders, so you make it your job to get rid of it

🏅He's more than happy to help you get his pants and briefs down his legs, his dick slapping against his stomach

🏅And literally, all you do is swirl your tongue around the head, and he's already melting

🏅He literally hasn't been able to comprehend how amazing your head game is lmaooo

🏅Like it literally takes nothing, and he's already cumming down your throat

🏅His body is literally sunk into the couch like you sucked the life out of him

🏅And he still can't even get over you when he has sex with you

🏅He doesn't even know where to start lmao

🏅It literally takes a small amount of foreplay and you're already soaked, nearly no resistance when he slides into you

🏅And he almost cums from that alone

🏅He actually has to wait for a few before he moves, wanting to make sure that it's as good for you as it is for him

🏅He doesn't even try to fight the noises that come out of him when he finally does move and he can't help but be vocal at how warm and wet you are around him

🏅He cums after a few thrusts into your soaking cunt, his body going limp also

🏅"Yeah, I'm marrying you."

😠The first time he met you, he definitely was stuck in time for a little bit

😠When you guys start dating, he's petty and rubs it everyone's faces (mainly Iwaizumi lmfao)

😠And he couldn't help but stare at you, his mind distracted his whole game

😠Koganegawa finally noticed that he was staring at you so he introduced the two of you

😠He tried to tone down his angry persona that he gives off, and he was surprised to find that it didn't really scare you off

😠His favorite part about you is everything because there's so much of you, but if he had to pick, it would be your ass

😠You can practically feel his eyes boring into you when you walk around

😠He loves to lay on your ass, it's the first thing he does when he gets out of the shower after his games. He's actually fallen asleep multiple times 💀

😠When he's angry after a tough game, he'll take it out on you by eating you out like you're the last meal on Earth

😠He always groans loudly whenever he sees how ridiculously soaked you get no matter how many times he goes down on you

😠He also can't help how loud he is whenever you go down on him

😠It literally takes like a few bops of your head, sinking him further into your mouth and he already feels his orgasm approaching

😠His hands instantly grip your hair, fucking your throat

😠And you're surprised when it seems like he's pulling you off of him like a second later, his body tensing as he cums

😠He's a little embarrassed that he came so fast, but it's literally the best head he's ever had, and he tells you that as you have to tell him that there's nothing wrong with that lol

😠But then he had sex with you, and that's when he thought you would kill him

😠He was already in awe at how you seem to be soaking wet in no time, but when he slid into you, it felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs

😠He can't help but ram into you, not wanting to be away from the euphoria of your pussy for long, and he can't help but look down to see how you suck him back in every time

😠And he feels his climax coming faster than when you sucked him off, and he usually doesn't moan, but he feels like he can't do anything else but

😠He feels lightheaded when he cums, and he finishes so fast that he feels his face heat up even more as he hides it

😠He'll become so shy lol. "Wanna get married?"

🧪He had some event that he was supposed to go to for work that he did not want to go to, but he had to

🧪He's pretty bored, deciding that in the next ten minutes he's going to get out of there, but then his eyes land on you

🧪He's pretty sure his eyes are bugging out of his head, and he's already making his way over to you almost immediately

🧪He's more than ecstatic when you seem to feel the same way, feeling a lot better about coming to this stupid thing when he leaves with your number

🧪He's trying to be a smooth talker, but he finds it nearly hopeless as his eyes roam shamelessly over your figure while wondering why he's never heard of you before

🧪After you start dating, he's always coming home from a stressful day at work and flopping on top of you, burying his face in your boobs

🧪"Tetsu, can you breathe?" He only shrugs, keeping his face down. "Doesn't matter."

🧪He'll lay in between your thighs all the time, sometimes you'll wake up and he'll be between them either watching TV or on his phone

🧪He was already smitten with you and how you looked, but the first time you gave him head, he really was about to buy you anything you wanted for the rest of your life

🧪You had barely done anything but it seemed like you were doing so much at the same time, having so many things to focus on

🧪He didn't know whether to focus on your tongue swirling around him or how deep you took him, but all he knows is that he's cumming instantly

🧪You actually have to check on him because he's not really moving, claiming that you killed him 💀

🧪Another thing he has trouble figuring out to focus on is when he goes down on you

🧪He loves when your plush thighs squeeze his head, warming his ears, but he also loves how much slick you're producing, coating the entire lower half of his face

🧪Sometimes you don't know if he goes down on you for his pleasure or yours because sometimes he's louder than you are

🧪He also loves when your taste literally floods his tongue, and he could literally stay in between your legs for hours

🧪But he really thought you might kill him when you finally sleep together

🧪He already thought you felt amazing around his tongue, but when he very easily enters you, he lets out the loudest moan

🧪He can already feel his orgasm coming at how wet you are and how your walls are pulsing around him

🧪He cums ridiculously fast, and if you don't cum he will definitely make it up to you because of how good you made him feel

🧪"So, I'm gonna need your ring size for when I propose to you."

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Old Friends

Being a Coach for MSBY and Team Japan

Featuring Tadashi Yamaguchi

and Kentaro Kyotani

MSBY featuring Tadashi Yamaguchi x GN! Reader; Team Japan featuring Kentaro Kyotani x GN! Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is an Anon request

🏳️‍🌈 Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing 🏳️‍🌈

MSBY (Tadashi Yamaguchi)

Growing up you always knew what you wanted to do!

That's right- coach and/or play professional volleyball 🏐

You grew up in Miyagi prefecture, right next to your childhood bestie, Yamaguchi

This is pre-Tsukki days 💅🏼

You both would play volleyball and other sports during the long summers

"YN you are so good at sports"- Yamaguchi would always tell you

When you moved away, you always kept in contact with Yams

Please he's one of those people who values all friendships 🥰

As you grew older, you decided that coaching was more your style

Enter MSBY 🙌🏻

I just want to say YN, thoughts and prayers for what you go through daily 😅

Now Yams knew you coached MSBY and he told you about the bubbly ginger who he went to high school with

You never mentioned to Hinata that you knew Yams because it's just never came up 🤷‍♀️

We keep things professional here

So when Yams reached out, asking if youd like to get lunch you immediately said yes!

He agreed to meet you at the MSBY gym so you could walk to the restaurant

When Yams showed up, Hinata about lost his ever loving mind 🤣

"YAMAGUCHI YOU CAME TO VISIT ME"- Hinata 🥺

"Actually"- Yams 😅

"Oh my god, wait did you go see Kageyama before this??"- Hinata 😑

"Umm no"- Yams

"SCORE! I always knew you liked me better than you liked him!"- Hinata says, punching the air

You walk over to Yamaguchi who looks at you and smiles

"Oh YN! This is my friend from his school Yamaguchi!"- Hinata says introducing you

"I know Hinata, I've been friends with Tadashi since I was a kid"- you say greating your friend

Hinata 👉🏻👁👄👁 really???

"Yep!"- you 🥰

There's a few seconds of awkward silence before Yamaguchi says "well YN we should head out"

"I'll be back in a while Hinata. Don't you DARE step foot on that court until I get back or I'm not putting you in the starting line up"- you 😑

Hinata 👉🏻👁👄👁 umm yeah ok...

You leave with Tadashi to enjoy a peaceful meal and catch up with and old friend ❤️

Team Japan (Kentaro Kyoutani)

You've been friends with Kyoutani for years

He's definitely onenof those people who cherishes friends whi stand by his side

And may times you baled him out of trouble YN 👀

You also supported his desire to play volleyball

And he supported your desire to coach a sport you loved

While you loved to play, your real talents lied in managerial work and coaching

You were able to keep track of plays, stats and you knew the game perfectly!

You'd often practice with Kyoutani after school and on weekends 🏐

After high school, Kyoutani joined the Sendai Frogs and you went on to manage various teams

Until finally... it happened 😳

You landed a dream job coaching Team Japan 🙌🏻

Seriously what an honor!!

When you told Kyoutani, he was so proud of you it was unreal!

He asked you out for celebrate drinks after your first week of coaching

He agreed to meet you ag the gym

Not sure if that wad a great decision but here we are 😅

You were talking to Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, Athletic Trainer about the teams work outs when Kyoutani entered the gym

You and Iwaizumi both said "hey Kyoutani" at the same time

Que 🎶 when he looks at me, nd I look at him and he looks at me and I LOOK AT HIM 🎶

It's beautiful

"You know Kyoutani YN?"- Iwaizumi questions

"Yeo we've been friends for many years. How do you know him?"- you ask

"We played volleyball together"- Iwaizumi says

Kyoutani joins you just as a group of idiots emerges 🙄

"Hey isn't that mad dog"- Hinata says

Kyoutani 👉🏻😐🙄

"Hinata shut up!"- Kageyama shouts

"I remember your crazy cut shots from high school! Dude they were so insane"- Hinata gushes

"Thanks"- Kyoutani says

"Kyo we can get going if you'd like"- you say

Everyone 👉🏻✋🏻

"You know mad dog YN?"- Hinata

"Who do you think taught him that cut shot?"- you 😏

Hinata 👉🏻❤️👄❤️ YN TEACH ME

"Boke! Leave the coacj alone!"- Kageyama shouts

You roll you eyes and head out with your friend for a nice lunch and catching up 🥰

[pinkja]

Kyoutani an ain’t shit loyal nigga but he’s MY ain’t shit loyal nigga!!

[tyrannosaurusray]

black ppl for kyoutani supremacy that is our collective nigga

[kyovtani]

𝐌 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 — 𝐊.𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

↠ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kyoutani kentarou x female reader

↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff, angst if you quint; biker!kyou, badboy!kyou, good girl!reader, college!AU

↠ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.8k

↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, heavy dirty talk & degradation, praising, semi-public sex, dom!kyoutani, sub!reader, DD/LG (daddy dom/little girl) dynamics, daddy kink, spitting, choking, possessiveness, unprotected, creampie

↠ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: after keeping quiet for months, you finally lose the last bit of patience you had left after having to watch your boyfriend‘s ex-fwb flirt with him right in front of your eyes…

There were quite a few emotions you could name, which you happen to dislike for different reasons.

Most of the time, you managed to skillfully ignore and suppress them. Not the best coping mechanism, but after years of being neglected by your parents, it was the only way you knew how to even handle your own emotions.

However, there was nothing you despised as much as the feeling of jealousy.

The disgusting taste coating the muscle of your tongue in a way which leaves your whole mouth numb before it slowly starts spreading through your whole system. It feels like a literal disease; clouding your head and your rational thinking with its poison in the span of a solid second.

You absolutely hate the heaviness on your chest and shoulders it came with because no matter how hard you try to calm yourself, the feeling of being suffocated becomes nothing but worse.

Most of the time, you don't have to deal with jealousy of any kind; mostly because Kyoutani Kentarou, your boyfriend of three years, has never once done anything to make you doubt his loyalty. Which is probably why the bitterness of it hits you so hard when you stumble across a scene which seems a tad bit too familiar for your personal liking.

One of those scenes happens to be the one in which Kyoutani‘s ex-fuckbuddy throws herself at him without a hint of hesitation.

You simply can't help it.

The way she looks at him — with so much admiration and fascination gleaming in her disgustingly pretty eyes — basically leaves you no choice but to grow incredibly insecure about every bit of your existence as the urge to claim what‘s yours takes over in an almost animalistic way.

If the intense fire of jealousy wasn‘t burning so deep within your chest, the feeling of pure hatred towards the brunette would have been the main focus of your attention. But unfortunately, you have to deal with this weird inferiority complex before you can even think of anything or anyone else.

With a deep inhale and a quick sip from your beer, you continue to observe the conversation between your boyfriend and his ex-bootycall.

You can feel yourself growing more and more uncomfortable, nervousness and anxiety crippling up your spine as you watch the pretty girl place her hand on Kyoutani‘s tattooed arms before she lets out a loud chuckle at something he says.

It takes you a lot of self control and willpower to not just walk up to her and push her away from your boyfriend, who obviously doesn't seem to mind the constant skinship with the girl in front of him.

After what feels like an eternity of not being able to shift your gaze from her, you finally get yourself to look at your boyfriend and just as usual a loud sigh falls past your lips at the sight of him.

Black leather adorning almost every part of his body, starting from the heavy boots on his feet to the fitting pair of pants and the jacket. The fabric hugs his muscular thighs in just the right places and you absolutely love the contrast between his dark clothes and his beautifully sun kissed skin. Dozens of chains are dangling from his earlobes, adorning his pretty neck as well as his hips and you sigh at the way a jolt of arousal rushes through your body.

You’re very well aware of how obvious you are being but at this point you can't get yourself to care about it anymore.

Kyoutani is your boyfriend and although most of his fellow biker friends are incredibly sweet and welcoming towards you, there are still a few who just can't believe the so-called “Mad Dog” has settled for someone so different from him.

But again, you don't really care.

Kyoutani has proven to you that nobody‘s opinion matters to him; emphasizing his lack of interest by provocatively going against every single thing your father says about him in order to break you guys apart.

And you try to focus on his words; you really do. Yet – it’s so hard with some of those other big, mean looking bikers staring at you with nothing but disgust and hatred in their eyes every time you step into their local bar.

However, usually Kyoutani also doesn't leave your side for most of the time; he absolutely hates his people‘s attitude towards you. He has made that mistake once, and he’s determined to never do it again.

But, for the first time in quite a while, Kyoutani has decided to leave you to yourself at their regular table, only wanting to get another round of drinks before he runs into the sweet-faced girl and gets caught up in a rather heated conversation.

And as you watch the scene in front of you unfold, the urge to get up and just punch her right in her pretty face absolutely overwhelms you, but for now she hasn’t crossed any lines besides some unnecessary touches so for your own sake you try to keep it down.

Mostly for your boyfriend's sake because you don’t want Kyoutani to think that you don’t trust him.

Of course your desperate attempts of staying calm haven’t gone unnoticed by your attentive boyfriend. You know he has seen through you as easily as he always does but you refuse to acknowledge it — or him in general. Because as soon as you meet his gaze, he is going to give you this one specific look; the one where his pretty eyes are narrowed and one slit eyebrow arched up to make sure you get the hint. And of course it doesn't take long until he finally gets you to look into his burning eyes; the pretty brown surrounding his iris filled with nothing but this certain kind of tenderness and affection.

You scoff at his reaction, absolutely despising the effect your boyfriend’s gaze has on you despite usually enjoying the way he was literally devouring you alive. Now it just makes you feel weak and helpless; as if he was taking away the last bit of your barely existent willpower to fight the jealousy.

“Kyou!”, the girl in front of him suddenly screams, more than just loud enough for you to hear and at the sound of his nickname leaving her lips, you can’t help but ball your hands into tight fists in hopes of not letting the anger get to your head.

“I’ll let you go back to your little pussy cat, don’t worry. Just give me another minute to finish my story. It’s not like she isn't clinging to your ass all day anyway, so she’ll be fine with being away from you for a few minutes”, she says and runs a hand through her short, black hair; her words sending another burning jolt of jealousy and annoyance through your body.

“Yui”, Kyoutani says and rolls his eyes, running his palm over his freshly dyed, silver buzz cut before his fingers come to play with the cigarette behind his ear, “stop talking about my girl like that, you know I hate it when you guys act like this.”

“Oh, come on, Kyou”, Yui scoffs in response, “this goody-two-shoes is seriously not worth your energy. You‘ve been fucking her for years now, aren‘t you tired yet? Knowing you the way I do, she probably can‘t even take your cock, let alone your cute little habits and all that, so why are you even wasting your time on her?”, she casually continues, her tone oozing with derogatory and the harshness of her accusing words irritate you in a way you‘ve never experienced it before.

And when your head starts spinning, you skillfully pushed your anxiety all the way back in your head and focus everything on the boiling anger clouding your mind as you stand up and finally walk up to her.

“And there she is, daddy‘s little girl! Hi, Y/N!”, Yui chuckled, mockery evident in every single one of her words. But all you do is smile back at her and try to stay calm but as soon as Kyoutani places his ring clad hand on your lower back, you feel a rush of confidence hit you.

“Hi, Yui”, you reply and take a step closer to your boyfriend, kind of to show her who the fuck he belongs to but also because his presence never fails to make you feel safe and secure.

“You know, I find it really funny how you‘ve been telling my boyfriend that I‘m a waste of time ever since we’ve started dating but you‘re the one who hasn’t gotten over your little friends-with-benefits bullshit in three ears and are still dying to jump his bones”, you push your lips into a fake pout and tilt your head to the side as you watch her expressions change the moment she processes your words.

“Yeah, he might be wasting his time with me but at least he gets to fuck me in the meantime, whereas you…”, you smile, wrath and every bit of hatred you feel for her gleaming in your gaze, while you successfully force her to maintain the eye contact. “Whereas you...you haven‘t gotten laid in three fucking years because you‘ve been hoping for him to come back to you”, you sigh and take a deep breath before you reach into Kyoutani‘s pocket to pull out your panties and hold them up for her and the whole bar to see.

Light shame has shivers running down your spine but you know you can’t back off anymore; you have gotten a little too brave so now you have to pull through with it – no matter how much you want to hide your face in your boyfriend‘s chest.

“And as you can see, I‘m always ready to give him just what he needs”, you add with a proud, shiteating grin, Kyoutani‘s strong gaze burning into your side and despite dying to know what he was thinking you don’t have the chance to even shift your gaze away from Yui‘s flushed face for a a moment.

“Oh, by the way, I can take his cock and of course this also includes his – how did you call them – cute little habits? So, as you can see, you really don‘t have to worry about my boyfriend”, you continue and hate just how much you enjoy seeing the black haired girl in front of you get more and more uncomfortable.

“Right, daddy?”, you say and finally shift your gaze to the tall male on your side.

And it‘s then that you realize his hand has wandered to your waist; his grip rather tight as he obviously tries to maintain his composure.

“Right, baby”, Kyoutani‘s voice is even deeper and raspier than usual, his tone a mere whisper to avoid giving away just how much your little scene has gotten to him.

“You let her call you that?“, Yui suddenly hisses, her eyes moving to roam Kyoutani‘s face as you push your panties back into the pocket of his heavy leather jacket, “you hated it when I did.”

“I also never once kissed or fucked you without a condom but I let her spit in my mouth and fuck her raw”, Kyoutani replies casually, his lewd words sending jolts of arousal right between your legs, “I think this says a lot about how different the two of you are, doesn‘t it?”

“Oh, fuck you”, Yui finally spits at you, shaking her head in pure disbelief before she turns to your boyfriend again, “and fuck you, too. I hope you‘ll be happy with your little toy and don‘t even think of crawling back to me when she leaves you for some kind of rich business guy who can actually offer her something”, is the last thing she says before she brutally grabs her bag and storms out of the rather crowded bar.

And as you watch her stomp away, the heavy, almost unbearable weight on your shoulders as well as your chest vanishes just like that; the feeling of being suffocated following right after.

However, you can't help but let her words echo inside of your head; the thought of Kyoutani actually thinking you‘d leave him for someone like your father has thousands of thoughts running through your mind.

With a soft pout on your lips, you go back to look at your boyfriend only to be met with a gaze so strong you feel yourself growing tiny underneath it‘s strength.

“Don‘t”, Kyoutani is quick to stop you as soon as he watches the way you open your mouth, making you gasp softly before you slowly press your lips into a thin line, “I don‘t care about anything that bitch said because just like everyone else – she‘s irrelevant”, he adds and pulls you flush against his chest with a low grunt.

You nod, appreciating his attitude now more than ever because you genuinely dont want him to let her stupid words get to him. So, with a soft smile on your lips and a relieved sigh, you take his handsome face into your palms and enjoy the feeling of being so close to him.

However, just as you try to go in for a kiss, Kyoutani pushes his thigh in between your legs, casually pressing his throbbing cock against your thigh as he tightens the grip on your waist.

You let out a shaky breath, the leather of his pants so close to your uncovered and incredibly wet cunt and for a good second you forget about your surroundings.

“Kenta-”, you whisper against his lips and try so hard to not just grind down on his strong thigh.

“Just — follow me to the fucking toilet, princess”, Kyoutani groans against your mouth before he inhales your scent and then suddenly pulls away, making you tumble against his chest.

With every step, another jolt of arousal and excitement shoots through your body, gushing out of your sensitive hole and wetting your panties to the point of discomfort.

As soon as Kyoutani opens the door to the washroom, he makes sure it’s empty before pushing you in with a deep sigh.

A shiver runs down your spine and a tiny smile forms on your lips as your boyfriend locks the door behind him and doesn’t even hesitate to turn you around and push you up against the wall. His pretty, tattoo clsd fingers find their way around your throat almost automatically and the contrast of his cold rings against your burning skin has you whining softly.

"Oh, baby", he grunts, "my pretty, littleangel girl", Kentarou presses his strong body harder against yours, his hips firmly grinding his hard cock against your ass, "you just made your Daddy really proud, do you know that?"

His voice is a mere whisper, his free hand finds its way underneath your short skirt and you shiver at the feeling of his strong fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh.

It takes you a hot minute to collect yourself and process his words because of all the arousal running through your blood and clouding your mind. You’re already so deep in the haze of your lust that even thinking about the possible consequences seems impossible.

Kyoutani slightly tightens his grip around your throat and easily elicits the sweetest moan from you; at this point you’re literally dripping down your inner thighs.

“I shouldn‘t be surprised because after all you are my good girl, right?", he growls and pushes his free hand in between your legs, cupping your drenched cunt and lazily sliding two of his fingers over your wet slit.

“Do you want me to tell you a secret, baby?", your boyfriend whispers into your ear, his hot breath fanning the skin of your cheek and sending shivers down your whole body.

“Y-Yes, please, Daddy”, you reply with the back of your head pressed against his collarbone and your lids fluttering close as Kyoutani applies just the perfect amount of pressure on your sensitive clit.

“Look at my good girl using her manners for me, so polite, so sweet”, he chuckles, “yet nothing but a fucking whore”, before he starts rubbing hard circles into your swollenbunde of nerves..

You start squirming underneath his strong grip with his fingers firmly wrapped around your throat and one of his digits teasing your clenching cunt in an almost mocking manner.

"Daddy”, you whimper softly, “I wanna know the secret, please”, you push your forehead against the cold wall and let the contrast of its temperature to your heated skin slowly cool you down in.

“I fucking love it when you get all possessive of me, angel baby”, Kyoutani grunts into your ear and plunges two of his thick fingers into your tight pussy.

Both digits slide right in without any problems because of how wet you’ve gotten from just his few words and the little bit of teasing.

And just as usual, your lovely boyfriend doesn’t even give you any time to feel ashamed of just how worked up he’s gotten you as he starts finger-fucking your hot cunt with practiced flicks of his wrist.

A row of loud moans falls past your lips, followed by quite a few whines and barely audible sobs.

“I just wanted to bend you over the counter and fuck you right in front of everyone, that’s how much your little scene turned me on, princess”, Kentarou moans and almost desperately rubs his clothed erection against your ass.

You feel yourself clenching harder and harder around his fingers at the sound of his words, his raspy voice never failing to make you lose your mind.

Kyoutani keeps up his rhythm as he shoves his fingers inside of you, curles them up in just the right way to make sure he hits your sweet spot with every single one of his harsh thrusts.

And in combination with the squelching sound of your juices, you find yourself approaching your high a lot faster than usual.

Of course your boyfriend absolutely loves the way your eyes keep rolling into the back of your head and how you can’t even form a proper sentence because of how good he’s making you feel with just his fingers.

After watching you claim him in such a lewd yet possessive way, he hasn’t stopped thinking about just how badly he wants to sink his cock into your tight cunt and fuck you absolutely senseless.

It took him a few minutes to decide whether or not he wanted to fuck you on his bike in the back of the bar before he came to the conclusion that the toilet would be the best place for the first round of many.

Kyoutani would never openly admit it, but the thought of you loving him so much that you’ve felt the need to mark your territory — as wrong and objectifying as this may sound — makes him incredibly happy.

He knows that you love him; you’ve never once done anything to make him doubt your feelings ever since you’ve started dating, yet to see you get so possessive over him reminded him of just how wanted he is.

And as he watched you go off on the girl he has never cared about at all, Kyoutani wanted to give you the world. As much as he loves degrading you, tonight he wants to reward you for being so, so good to him.

So, different from what you are used to, your boyfriend doesn’t stop thrusting his long fingers into your throbbing pussy as he feels your orgasm approaching; the spasming of your sensitive walls and your shaking thighs giving away just how close you are.

“F-Fuck, Daddy”, you breathe and wrapped your hand around the one he has firmly wrapped around throat, “I‘m going to cum.”

“Yeah? Pretty angel’s gonna cum for me, hm?”, Kyoutani sighs and picks up the pace of his movements, a deep grunt falling past his bit swollen lips at the sound of your sweet little sounds, “and I‘m not going to stop you, baby. Because you deserve it, pretty girl. Nowbe good for me and cum all over my hand.”

However, as you move your hips to meet his fingers, you find yourself craving more and although you know you could easily just cum from his fingers, you wanted to take what you could get now that Kyoutani was so willing to give you just what you want.

“Daddy, may I ask for something, please”, you whine, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as Kyoutani contiues to fuck you, his thumb grazing your clit every now and then to prolong the approach of your orgasm just a little bit more.

Your boyfriend smiles into the back of your neck, his rapid breaths hit your skin and easily show you how much he was enjoying this, too.

“Go ahead, angel”, he says softly, “you‘re being so good for me today, I have no choice but to make tonight all about you”, his words confirm your thoughts and you quickly wrap your fingers around the wrist of his hand which is nicely nudged in between your legs.

“I want to cum on your cock”, you whisper and try to face him, “a-and I want to look at you”, not really daring to pull his fingers out of your clenching hole as you wait for his response.

Kenta gulps harshly, his adam‘s apple jumping and his eyes slowly fluttering close as your words reach him.

“Everything for my good girl”, Kyoutani gulps harshly before he finally pulls his hand away from your cunt and your throat and then takes a step back to give you enough room to turn around.

His eyes never once leave yours, his gaze so strong you don’t even dare to breathe as he looks at you even when all you want to do is to look down and watch the way he finally pulls out his precum dripping, rock hard cock.

There is no exchange of words, only one of soft gazes when your boyfriend lifts you onto the sink, pushes your skirt up, and makes you spread your legs with a soft slap to your inner thigh.

You feel your pussy clenching around nothing in such despair, you would have felt embarrassed if it wasn't for all the excitement rushing through your body.

Kyoutani tilts his head to the side, taking in the sight of eagerness gleaming in the pretty color of your eyes but also the soft tenderness of your love lingering in your expressions.

You’re very well aware of his leaking tip smearing his precum all over your inner thigh; so close to where you need him the most, but all you can focus on is just how close he is to you.

You love the way his scent is surrounding you, easily pulling you behind walls of comfort and happiness. And when he wraps his arms around your waist, you feel at ease, as if you had just entered the familiar walls of your home.

Kyou lines his cock up with your entrance before he slowly pushes his tip in with a deep grunt leaving his throat his lips as close to yours as possible; you can literally taste him on the tip of your tongue as he shamelessly moans your name.

It takes him a couple of minutes to bottom out because no matter how many times he has fucked you already, it would always remain a tight fit.

You gasp at the stretch, yet the painful sting quickly turns into waves of pleasure as you both try not to move before you’ve completely adjusted to his size.

The feeling of finally being filled to the brim again after craving him like a starved woman, you can’t help the sounds leaving your lips.

"Fuck, that‘s my good girl", he grunts into your mouth, pulling himself out of you before his hips snap back, thrusting his whole length into your sensitive cunt with such force, you feel yourself slowly drowning in the waves of your pleasure.

"There’s no pussy I'd choose over this sweet cunt, baby. You're always so, so tight and warm for me, taking me like you were made for my cock", Kenta keeps the praises coming as his thrusts pick up their pace and his deep grunts and groans fill your ears, you can’t help but clench around his length.

"Look, you're so close already and it's not even been a minute", he whispered, "what a dirty little whore you are, huh?", Kyoutani groans and drives his cock into you a lot faster, a little less controlled yet still so, so deep you can literally feel the tip of his huge cock nudge the entrance to your womb with every single one of his thrusts.

Tears start streaming down your cheeks as the pleasure overwhelms you in the most beautiful way possible and with a soft sob of his name, Kenta looks at you again.

Your hazy mind is too slow to process everything fast enough when Kyoutani pulls you into a passionate kiss which ends up in a clash of teeth and tongue and spit dripping down both of your chins.

And as if he could sense it, Kyoutani pushes his hand from your waist in between your legs. He pulls away and gathers the saliva in his mouth before he lets a thick drop of his spit fall onto your already drenched folds. He starts rubbing it into your clit with firm circle motions of his fingers, his eyes never once leaving your face as he watches you basically run towards your high.

“Cum for me, pretty girl”, Kyoutani whispers against your lips, his thrusts now deeper and harder rather than fast, making sure to hit every single one of your spots with the tip of his huge cock, “make me yours, baby. Cream all over my me and show me that my cock was made to fuck your pretty pussy only.”

And with those words the first wave of your orgasm crushes down on you.

You tumble over the edge so abruptly, you stop breathing for a whole second, your sight starts blurring out and turning white, then pitch black as a bunch of jolts from the aftermath of your orgasm break down onto you.

And it doesn’t take long for Kentarou to follow you; the tight walls of your cunt spasm around his throbbing cock so tightly, he feels himself growing dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Just as usual, despite your post-orgasmic state, he makes you tilt your head back before he spits into your mouth and has you look into his eyes as you swallow every single bit of it without even batting an eyelash.

Kyoutani cums with a row of deep, choked out moans as he paints your cunt in the different shades of creamy white with his thick cum.

With your arms tightly wrapped around his broad shoulders and your forehead pressed against his chest, you watch your boyfriend pull his cock out of your still lightly spasming hole before he collects the mix of your releases on the tip of his fingers and starts smearing it over your lips before going in for another hot kiss.

You whine and whimper into his mouth at the taste of your own and his cum start coating your tongue and despite how lewd the whole act is, you found yourself craving for more.

“Fuck”, Kyoutani suddenly chuckle, his whole body vibrating at the sound as you lazily look up at him, “I love you so fucking much, princess”, he whisper and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You tried your best to smile at him, your brain slowly taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and blown out pupils.

“You‘re mine, Kyoutani Kentarou”, you mumble and pull him into another hug, the urge to cuddle after such an intense high overwhelming right then and there, “and sharing is not even an option. Just for your information.”

“All yours”, Kyou whispers and interlaces your fingers with his before he pulls your hand to his lips and presses a firm peck to the promise ring (his initials engraved to the front of it) on your middle finger, “always and for as long as you want me to be, my love.”

「𝐀/𝐍: This is a little sequel to "of cigarettes & love confessions" but can be read separately. Of course this is also a reuplod from my old blog (@/starboybokuto) I hope you guys like it and pls feel free to leave feedback if you did xx zade」

[hornime]

event request…….dacryphilia + praise w Kyoutani please? more soft kyou representation is needed, tired of him only getting written as a mean dom aaksjshs like let the king of my heart breathe let him be sweet on his baby 🗣 😩

LOVESICK | KYOUTANI KENTAROU X F!READER

part of my a whole lotta lewd event! [ details | masterlist | CLOSED ]

warnings: 18+, f!reader, dacryphilia, mmmmnothing else

a/n: WAHH H I LOVE HIM FADHJKDSDFSHADFHIADSI sorry this is SO soft like SO SOFT but I LOVE HIM OILFKHDAGSFJKGHAFDSIHKLSAKL MAD DOG WHO’S JUST A LOVESTRUCK PUPPY LITERALLY JUST SHOOT ME IN THE FUCKING HEART FUCK

“you’re so pretty like this, you know that?” 

a calloused thumb comes to wipe at the tears escaping your eyes and trailing down your face, bringing black smudges of mascara along with them. kyoutani gently strokes your cheek and you lean into the touch, sniffling at the overwhelming feeling of his fat cock filling you up. blinking the blurriness out of your vision, you gaze up at him with wide eyes, a pair of warm brown ones, filled with adoration, staring down at you.

“you think i’m pretty?”

his lip quirks up. “‘course i do,” he murmurs, slowly rocking his hips into you, biting his lip when your eyelids flutter shut at the pressure. “prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. you’re even pretty when you cry,” he huffs. “it’s so unfair.”

your laugh breathily, a cute sound that makes his heart pound in his chest. his hand finds its way under your chin, tilting your head up just the slightest and prompting him to lean down and kiss you. he tastes the subtle fruit flavor of your chapstick and the saltiness of your tears, mind buzzing with the feeling of you all over.

he loves you so much that it hurts.

it almost pains him when he pulls away, frowning at the sight of your plump lips pursed in a pout as he sits back on his haunches in search for a better angle. he knows that he finds it when you gasp, his cock suddenly thrusting directly against the spot that makes you gush.

“m’god kentarou,” you whimper, clutching onto his biceps as your back arches. “oh, it feels so good.”

“i know, baby,” he mutters, massaging the flesh of your breasts with his deft fingers, gently pinching your nipples and relishing in your little whimpers. he groans when you peer at him with glossy eyes, silvery droplets tracing a path from the corners of your eyes, gravity pulling them to the sheets. “so beautiful for me, honey. making me feel so amazing with this perfect body of yours.”

you sob lightly as his finger traces down your stomach to play with your clit, fleeting touches making you jerk up in search of more stimulation.

"i think 'm gonna cum," you mumble, cradling his face with your hands and craning your neck to kiss him. "can i?"

kyoutani smiles into the kiss before trailing his lips lower, along your neck and collarbone. he nods and you sigh in happiness, letting your worries dissolve into nothing as your muscles tighten and breathing grows erratic. 

you clench around his cock, nails biting into the skin on his shoulders, and he groans, rapidly circling your clit. you moan, throwing your head back, and he wants to have this image of you ingrained in his brain forever. 

"that's a good girl," he whispers, letting you ride out your high. "there you go, such a good girl."

"i love you," you hiccup, a fresh wave of tears flowing down you cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure that’s making your thighs squeeze his waist. "i love you so much, kentarou."

he shushes you, playfully brushing away your tears and making you squirm. "i know," he hums into your chest. "i love you too."

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Collegekyoutani! Headcanons

kyoutani kentarou x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: kyoutani calling you "pretty girl"

synopsis: kyoutani being in college and what he'd do with his free time. headcanon style!

a.n. had a brainrot about kyoutani in uni and needed to share, gotta feed the cuties that love this angry babie! <3

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collegekyoutani! with tattoos

so many pretty tattoos that are inked into his skin to ensemble into a beautiful story about his life

most are swirled designs that are completely darkened to show the exquisiteness of it

they'll curve around his slender fingers and each curve of muscle on his forearms and biceps

every time you tried to ask him the meaning of the designs, he'd give you a quick, "no meaning. just liked it."

collegekyoutani! who never dropped volleyball as a hobby

you can find him in the recreational gym, hitting vicious spikes to the other side of the court

he'd side eye you and then quickly look away because you're so

pretty

wouldn't say anything but would roll his eyes when the group he'd play with would teasingly nudge at him with your appearance

"s' annoyin'," he'd groan at the group but still trudges over to you with a smirk on his lips

greets you with a raise of his eyebrows and motions toward the exit

has a steady hand wrapped around your waist to guide you out but before he leaves, the group he was playing with would start hollering at the blonde's protective conduct

discreetly flips them off when you're not looking and easily responds to your question about his behavior

"'ts nothing," he smoothly tucks his hand into his pocket, "don't worry about it, pretty girl."

he'd have to play with the guys another time

collegekyoutani! would 100% be a sneakerhead

loves to collect sleek, athletic designer shoes and always wears them around campus to complete his rather simple outfit

daily outfit consists of: dark joggers (that sit low on his waist) and either a hoodie/fitted tank top (depends on the weather)

definitely wears silver rings to adorn his fingers, always finds it troublesome to take them off when he's washing his hands or showering

would occasionally wear beanies because it was trendy a couple years ago- certainly not because it does a great job at hiding his newly bleached hair

collegekyoutani! that rides a dark motorcycle to school but travels to his different classes by gliding along on his skateboard

the underside of his skateboard is probably covered in some vintage stickers he'd manage to get his hands on and scuffed on the sides

he'll usually go out each month to buy some boxed hair dye and spend the evening trying to cover his entire head with it

bought a haircutting kit so he could save money on that broke college student budget

cleans up the symmetrical lines in his hair by meticulously shaving it

would let you help him if you'd like

collegekyoutani! who thrives on monster energy drinks

this guy will finish a couple of them a week and increase the amount when finals week hits

chugs them down like it's water

the type to crush the can with his bare hand and toss it over his shoulder (into the recycling bin ofc)

college kyoutani! who would keep his apartment room tidy because you visit him quite often

will pick up any trash on the floors if his roommates left it and would arrange the shoes by the door so you don't accidentally trip

makes sure to dust and vacuum because he knows you have allergies

would always make his bed because he loves to see you wade over and collapse on it

collegekyoutani! that studies in the library because his roommates are too rowdy for him to get any studying done

he'd be brooding in the furthest corner, hunched over, and having his black headphones over his ears

a single notebook and pen is laid out in front of him, which he uses to take notes on the presentation that he watches on his glitchy laptop

it doesn't seem like much at first glance but what people don't know is that you're going to show up in a couple minutes and spend your time tutoring him

his ears would perk up (similar to a dog's) when he hears shuffling beside him and automatically relaxes when he notices it's you

would also rip his headphones away so he can hear your voice

the blonde's gaze is directly on the amount of sticky notes and pastel colored pens that you dump out in front of him and he automatically knows that this study session will take the entire evening

collegekyoutani! who doesn't know how to repay you back when he passes his test but offers to take you out and treat you with his meager bank account

he works a part time job at the campus maintenance facility, where he's able to fix up machinery that's used for transportation (i.e. bikes, scooters, cars, motorcycles)

it's not a terrible job

he likes it in actuality because he's able to work with his hands and figure out which parts fit together

collegekyoutani! is the one that ends up realizing his feelings for you when you suggested that the two of you could have a date at his apartment

he makes sure to stop by at the university's small convenience store in order to pick up your favorite snacks and some fried chicken strips for him

you had persuaded him to make a small fort with the extra blankets and pillows he had tucked away

he's not the type to say no to you- not when you're pleading him with your wide eyes so he constructs a fort with a quiet huff

"'tch," he begrudgingly agrees when he notices how your bottom lip juts out, "fine."

would attempt to settle with you inside the fort, making a show of how he has to wiggle in so his large physique fits

he thinks it's worth it though when he spends the night laying his head on your thighs while you shyly feed him pieces of the chicken strips he bought

collegekyoutani! who drifts to cloud 9 when he finally works up the courage to press his lips against yours

the both of you had been drowsy and drunk off of laughter because he was able to keep up with your quip

would probably tease you about the way you laugh and he'd chuckle when you try to push his head off of your lap with an embarrassed smile etched on your lips

"'Ts cute," he'd admit with a shrug and wicked smirk

you'd only roll your eyes because you're accustomed to kyoutani's jokes so you mock him by repeating what he said with an annoyingly high-pitched voice

he's reaching up and brushing your hair away from your face

contrary to his soft actions, the words that come out of his mouth are, "shut up."

you don't realize what you've set yourself up for when you respond with, "make me."

his golden eyes would drift to your lush lips and before he could stop himself- the blonde closed the gap after muttering, "'mma kiss you then, doll."

[haikyuucute]

Masterlist

Karasuno

Sawamura Daichi

First Time vs. Tenth Time (NSFW)

Sugawara Koushi

Just Like Candy(NSFW)

S/O who hates playing volleyball

FIrst Kisses

180 (Omegaverse AU)

Childhood Friends (Omegaverse AU)

First Time vs. Tenth Time (NSFW)

Prompt: “Come here” // “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice” (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Asahi Azumane

Libero S/O

Alpha!Asahi (Omegaverse AU)

Claim (Omegaverse AU)

Jealousy

First Time vs. Tenth Time (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Nishinoya Yuu

Alpha!Noya (Omegaverse AU)

Too Much (Omegaverse AU)

Kageyama Tobio

Stumbling In (NSFW)

Communication (Omegaverse AU)

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Kinks (NSFW)

Aobajohsai

Oikawa Tooru

Needy (NSFW)

Violent

Giggles

First “I love you’s”

Marking (Omegaverse AU)

Her Too? (Omegaverse AU)

Not-So-Popular (Omegaverse AU)

Iwaizumi Hajime

Truth or Dare

Irritable (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Matsukawa Issei

Prompt 92: “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg” (NSFW)

Kyoutani Kentarou

Prompts: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on a bed?”

Prompt E13 +E14: Safe Word + Aftercare (NSFW)

Soothe (Omegaverse AU)

A Favor (Omegaverse AU)

Nekoma

Nekoma

Nekoma’s Omega Manager (Omegaverse AU)

Kuroo Tetsurou

GF with nipple piercings 

Little Black Dress

Sensitive 

Piss Me Off (NSFW)

Distractions

Idiot

Protective Kuroo

First “I love you’s”

Kuroo x Reader x Bokuto (NSFW)

A Mistake // Part 2 (Omegaverse AU)

Alpha!Kuroo (Omegaverse AU)

Road Trip (feat. Bokuto)

Prompt: “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” (NSFW)

Jealous/Possessive (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt 11: “I didn’t know you were so sensitive”Prompt 46: “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet” (NSFW)

Prompt E13 + E14: Safe Word + Aftercare (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Prompt E3: Exhibitionism (NSFW)

“Yo lemme dom you” (SMAU)

Kenma Kozume

S/O who hates playing volleyball

You’re Dating Him?

Alpha!Kenma (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt: “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times” (NSFW)

Attention (Omegaverse AU)

Kinks (NSFW)

Do It Again (NSFW)

Lev Haiba

Silly Girl

Fukurodani

Bokuto Koutarou

S/O who hates playing volleyball

Feelings

Kuroo x Reader x Bokuto (NSFW)

Someone Else // Part 2 (NSFW) 

Road Trip (feat. Kuroo)

Alpha!Bokuto (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt D6: Jackhammering (NSFW)

Kinks (NSFW)

Akaashi Keiji

Good Girl

Feelings

Alpha!Akaashi (Omegaverse AU)

Intimidating (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt D9: Spanking (NSFW)

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Love Letters

Pretending

Don’t Call It A Crush (NSFW): Part 1 / Part 2

Untamable Masterlist (Omegaverse AU)

Libero S/O

Personal Performer (Mob AU)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Tendou Satori 

Perfect Masterlist (Omegaverse AU)

Alpha!Tendou (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt: “Want some help?” (NSFW)

D12: Vagina Worship (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Shirabu Kenjirou

Alpha!Shirabu (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt 62: “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?” (NSFW)

Johzenji High

Terushima Yuuji

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Inarizaki

Miya Atsumu

Buckling Knees

Prompt: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Selfish (Omegaverse AU)

Date Tech

Futakuchi Kenji

Hate-Fuck (NSFW)

Nohebi Academy

Daishou Suguru

“Sorry, He’s Busy” (NSFW)

Itachiyama Academy

Sakusa Kiyoomi

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

[rocorambles]

Let’s Play A Game

Pairing: Kyoutani x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Cock Slapping, Cum Play, Fluff and Smut

Summary: Let’s play a game, Kentarou. If you behave, you get a reward. If you act up, you get a punishment. Choose wisely~

You can’t remember exactly how this whole tradition started. It had been a spur of the moment decision you had made when you were both second years at Aoba Johsai in a desperate attempt to get your boyfriend to rejoin the volleyball club. 

Kyoutani loves volleyball, even if he’s too stubborn to admit it, and you can feel something heavy in your chest every time you two pass the gym on your way back home and you see his longing look that he tries to hide from you. But he’s never been subtle and you sigh when he unconsciously tightens his grip on your hand and clenches his jaw as the two of you walk further and further away from the sound of balls ricocheting off of arms, floors, and walls, Iwaizumi’s stern voice echoing throughout the gymnasium, and Oikawa’s cheerful lilt. 

You hope that his love for the sport will overcome his hot headedness when it comes to your senpais. But of course it doesn’t and having had enough of your boyfriend moping around like an abandoned puppy, one day you forcefully drag his growling, snarling figure to the gymnasium, smirking at the way he doesn’t resist all that much despite the scowl on his face. 

All he needed was a little nudge in the right direction and you lecture him about at least trying to get along with his upperclassmen, offhandedly sticking on a promise of a reward or a punishment depending on how he behaves before shoving him through the doors before he can retort. 

If you’re honest, you had forgotten about the reward or punishment addendum, so when you pick up Kyoutani from his first practice back you’re surprised when he tentatively approaches you like a hopeful puppy. 

“I didn’t get into a fight with the third-years.” 

You’re taken aback by both the statement and the quiet tone of his voice and the two of you just stare at each other in silence, Kyoutani in anticipation, you in confusion. 

“You said that there would be a reward?”

You don’t know whether to laugh or gape at your boyfriend and the sound that comes out of your mouth is an embarrassing guffaw. But when all he does is expectantly look at you, you can’t help the soft flutter in your heart and you pull him down by the collar of his shirt, planting a firm succinct kiss on his lips before pulling back and ruffling the top of his head affectionately. And you giggle at the faint blush you see and the upward twitch of his lips he’s trying to hide as you both straighten. 

But the peaceful atmosphere is broken up by obnoxious cheering from behind the two of you and Kyoutani doesn’t need to try hiding his smile anymore, an angry glare spreading across his face as Oikawa and Hanamaki whoop and holler about their kouhai getting some action, Matsukawa giving a thumbs up, and even Iwaizumi smiling fondly at the two of you. 

Needless to say, when the four third-years find out about the little game their Mad Dog and his precious girl have going on, Oikawa and Hanamaki spend most of their time trying to teasingly sabotage their underclassmen after every practice and match, over dramatizing and reacting when they see you show up to pick up your boyfriend, whining and complaining about how mean Mad Dog-chan was. And you can’t help joining them in messing around with your boyfriend, flicking him on the forehead much to their amusement and refusing to touch him, even for a quick peck on the cheek, internally laughing at how adorable he is when he slightly pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy as he trails behind you, sulking as you both walk home. 

But Iwaizumi takes pity on the fiery athlete, knocking a volleyball against Oikawa’s head and holding Hanamaki in a headlock when the two are being particularly relentless in their teasing, sending a small smile your way when he tells you your boyfriend was perfectly fine and Kyoutani perks up at the compliment, staring intently at you as you grab both his hands in yours and eagerly leaning in as you move forward to sweetly lock lips with him before you giggle and walk back home hand in hand with him. 

It’s a sweet back and forth neither of you ever tire of, but as the current third-years graduate and both of you become third-years yourselves, the stakes go up as both of you officially enter adulthood. 

Yahaba becomes the new referee of your little game and although he’s nowhere near as mischievous or eager about throwing Kyoutani under the bus as Seijohj’s ex-captain, he lets Kyoutani get away with much less as far as temper and attitude are concerned. And you can’t blame him. The three of you are now the highest in the school pecking order, the ones everyone else is looking up to as role models, and appearances are more important than ever especially in a sport where teamwork and morale are so vital to performance. 

And not even Kyoutani dares to argue or grumble too much as Yahaba and you both scold him together when he snaps at an underclassmen for fumbling a ball, refuses to help teach or instruct the new members, knowing deep down that both of you are right, that it’s time to shed his lone Alpha attitude if they want any chance of making it to Nationals. 

But on the other hand, while the new “punishments” are certainly harsher than before, the rewards are sweeter than ever and Kyoutani can’t stop hungrily staring you down when Yahaba gives you a swift thumbs up, rolling his eyes as he flees before he can (once again) witness Mad Dog crashing his lips against yours in a passionate embrace, calloused hands tightly gripping your waist as he practically devours you, tasting every inch of your mouth, not breaking apart until both of you are panting messes, greedily gulping down much needed air before clashing against each other over and over and over again until Yahaba is screaming at both of you to get a room already. 

You wonder if the game will ever get old, ever lose its appeal, but years and years pass and the game continues through graduation, through college. And now here you are, full grown adults, game still going strong and you laugh at the short straightforward text you get from Tsukishima. 

“He was fine.”

If someone had told you back when you were still in highschool that the beanpole from Karasuno and your boyfriend would be teammates, let alone friends in the future, you would have laughed your ass off. But life has unexpected twists and Tsukishima is now a close friend to both of you, a frequent guest at the apartment you share with your boyfriend. And you can’t help but chuckle at how surprisingly well the two get along, their mutual dislike for pointless pleasantries and superficial social niceties joining the two at the hip. 

But there’s no time for too much reminiscing, not when your boyfriend is on his way back home and you quickly prepare yourself, donning a skimpy black fishnet lingerie set and a matching black collar with a silver heart in the front as you coyly situate yourself on your bed and patiently wait. 

Your hand slips under your panties as the front door unlocks and you unabashedly moan as your fingers slowly circle and rub your clit, smirking at the way you can hear a muffled curse and footsteps quickening towards you in response. And when he finally appears in the doorway, you slip two fingers deep inside of you, letting your eyes roll back and your jaw drop open at the stretch. 

You barely have time to grow accustomed to the digits inside of you before a cock is being crudely slapped and rubbed against your face and you can’t help the lewd whine of approval that escapes you as you deeply inhale the familiar musk, tongue instinctively lolling out in a desperate attempt to taste the delicious meal in front of you, fingers beginning to thrust in and out of your increasingly slick hole. 

The only warning you have is a growl before his tip is making its way into your drooling mouth and you obediently let a hand grab you by the back of your head, unresisting as you’re ruthlessly shoved forward, your throat and mouth being forced to accept the hard length until your nose is brushing against the coarse hair of your boyfriend’s groin, the fullness and comfort of being filled on both ends only making you leak even more. 

You don’t know how many times he’s had you in this exact position. All you know is that it’s been enough times that it feels right, feels perfect, feels amazing for your mouth and throat to be used as nothing more than a warm hole for him to use as his hips piston back and forth, cock plundering every inch of your orifice, pleasure coursing through you from being used so thoroughly, from adequately pleasuring your lover, his low grunts and groans going straight to the drenched hole between your legs, and you swear you could cum just like this. 

But Kyoutani has other plans for the two of you and he sharply smacks your cheek with his saliva coated cock and warningly bares his fangs at you when you whine as he pulls out. You pout as you reluctantly stop playing with your leaking cunt, letting strong arms manhandle you into his preferred position, a wanton high-pitched keen coming out of you as you’re put on full display, hands pushing hard on the back of your thighs until you’re bent in half, shaped in a perfect mating press. 

You feel so vulnerable, pussy walls clenching as the cool air hits the apex of your widely spread thighs. And you think that this must be what prey feels like before it’s devoured, breathing becoming shallow as arousal curls inside of you at the predatory gaze Kyoutani has you pinned down with as he licks his lips when he takes a moment to finally fully appreciate the little outfit you’ve put on for him, something dark gleaming in his eyes at the dark collar wrapped around your pretty little neck, marking you as his, practically salivating as his gaze continues down, noticing how your nipples obscenely peek out from between the fishnet material, registering just how little the thin open fabric does to cover your glistening pussy. 

Patience has never been Kyoutani’s strong suit and although he’s managed to tone things down from his wild days as a second-year, leaving the nickname Mad Dog far behind him, some things don’t change and you squeal when your panties are being shoved to the side, Kyoutani not even having the patience to fully take them off before he’s plunging deep inside of you in one swift motion, almost immediately starting a brutal pace as he hammers in and out of you. 

Your measly fingers pale in comparison to the way the cock inside of you forcefully stretches you apart and the position makes your mind go blank as he reaches places inside of you your fingers can never hope to touch. All you know is the way his fat cock drags against your walls, the way the spongy spot inside of you is constantly stimulated with every thrust, and all you can do is take, take, and take as you’re physically held in place by the man above you and inside of you, unable to even writhe, only able to toss your head back and forth in delirious rapture. 

You can feel a familiar build-up growing inside of you, lust, desire, and arousal tangling together in an intoxicating and addicting cocktail and needy whimpers slip past your lips as one of your hands slip down between your legs, furiously rubbing your clit as you breathily tell your lover how close you are. 

And how can Kyoutani not join you over the edge as you fall to pieces underneath him wailing his name, looking every bit like the epitome of debauchery as your neck arches and your face goes stupid in utter bliss, feeling like literal sin as your tight walls clench and milk him? 

Something possessive and warm curls inside of him at the silly smile that stretches across your face as he buries himself one last time inside of you, thick white spurts filling you up, and he can’t help how he leans down to capture your lips intimately, savoring your taste before lightly nipping and tugging at your lower lip with his teeth as he pulls away, carefully repositioning both of you until you’re both side by side, lower bodies still connected as he tucks you under his chin and holds you close, letting you snuggle your head into his toned chest. 

It’s tempting to just melt into his arms, get lost to the rhythmic beating of his heart, but as the pangs of pleasure begin to dull to a pleasant thrum, you think of dinner, laundry, cleaning, and you sigh as you try to wiggle your way out of the comforting hold, only to yelp when Kyoutani responds by pulling you back to him, squeezing you even tighter as he petulantly growls.��

“Kentarou! We need to go wash up and then get dinner started. It’s not good for you to not eat anything after practice. You’re a professional athlete now! You have to take better care of your body.”

You snort when he reluctantly loosens his grip on you, laughing when his stomach rumbles and an embarrassed flush graces his cheeks. But you curiously look at him when a hand gently wraps around your wrist before you can fully escape the cozy warmth of the bed and his warm body. 

“Don’t wash up.”

“That’s disgusting, Kentarou. You came inside of me!”

It’s your turn for your face to heat up at the smug smirk that plays across your boyfriend’s face as he greedily eyes the white trail beginning to make its way down your inner thigh before making eye contact with you once more. 

“Don’t wash up.” 

And you scowl at how pleased he looks as he strategically places himself behind you as he helps you prep in the kitchen, whipping your head and glaring at him as he doesn’t even bother hiding how transfixed he is as the white trail drips further and further down your leg, threatening to land on the kitchen floor. 

“Happy? Now can I please go wash up? I’m pretty sure all of it leaked out by now- KENTAROU!”

You yelp as strong hands grab you by the waist, a strangled moan echoing throughout the space as a familiar hard object is suddenly splitting your lower lips apart once again. 

“Kentarou, wh-what are you-”

“You said you were empty so I’m just fixing that.”

“That’s not what I meant-”

But any rebuttal you have gets lost in gasps and moans as you’re bent over the counter, blinding pleasure coursing through your body all over again as the man behind you wildly ruts in and out of you and you can’t bring yourself to care about what you had been trying to say or do as you let yourself drown in delirious arousal once again. 

Dinner and chores will just have to wait. 

[chiwhorei]

who prays for the headsman?

paring: k. kyoutani x fem!reader

genre: angst, smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 3.2k

warnings: size kink, crying, oral (f. receiving), major character death, pseudo-incest, stepcest, violence (not a gorey depiction), stabbing, a mention of blood, medieval beheading, angst okay this is sad you have been warned

a/n: Hello! HQHQ monthly collab time, sinners! I’m super excited to share this with you all, it was truly a work of love. All of the other amazing fantasy collab pieces can be found here!

hymns: murder song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) - AURORA, the judge - twenty one pilots

“The girl’s mother and I are to be wed with haste,” Kyoutani Kentarou’s father pats his small head, smoothing down the blond locks, “Be sure to make y/n feel comfortable. She isn’t your blood, but she’s your family now, son.”

From the moment his father brought you and your mother home, still wrapped in thick mourning veils and tears, his cross to bare was you.

You needed barely an introduction before melting into the comfort of Kentarou. Wrapping your small hands around his middle and burying your face against his neck. Your stiff black dress crinkles against him. The contact was a magnetic, instantaneous spell. Like moth meeting flame, and Kyoutani would burn for it until the next lifetime. The bubbling, itching hellfire marring his tanned skin for two decades.

It’s easier to see the resulting moments in pieces. Shiny, silver blade raised high and gleaming in the light, a sharp swipe of the weapon through the stale air, and finally a thump of weight against the ground below. Still, quiet, and absolute. There’s no escaping the headman’s blade.

The virgin light of dawn rouses Kyoutani from a fitful night of sleep, he stretches his arm out to find your form and only catches the empty shell of blankets you’ve left behind. You’re always awake to greet the cresting rays of light as if they need your permission before ascending to greet the rest of the townspeople. You are the end and beginning of each day.

He finds you sat by the stone fireplace, nightdress hanging off of your shoulders and shawl wrapped tightly to keep the winter’s air at bay. You’ve always preferred the springtime. Even so, the smile that turns at the ends of your lips warms his body like the pouring of melted honey. He basks in you for a moment from afar, as close as he ever feels worthy of being.

“How did you sleep?” Your hand reaches out as he moves farther into the cottage’s main room, touching the warmth of his bare chest. Kyoutani pulls you into him, pressing a kiss to your temple and folding your head against the crook of his neck. Your question goes unanswered, as you both already know: there’s never much rest gifted to the headsman.

A tall wisteria tree sits just outside of town. It’s branches are long and decaying. No flowers bloom on a tree the gods have forgotten. But that doesn't deter you from airy footsteps carrying you to it’s base.

“There’s nothing you can do, y/n,” Kyoutani presses, reaching his arms out to ensure you don’t fall, “there’s no fixing rotten roots.”

You scoff, bunching up your skirt at the ends and kneeling at the large trunk.

Where you bound forward without care, your Kentarou is always there to catch you. As you stoop down by the lifeless tree, his stern eyes narrow. You lay your hands against the rough bark, rubbing upwards and back down. All you need is the notion of life. Your eyes shut in concentration, fingers dancing along the coarse texture. It’s there, deep inside, waiting for you to tug at and rouse back to life. You can see it just behind your eyelids, purples and long flora hanging down, surrounding you in it’s beauty.

“H-how did you do that, y/n?” Kyoutani is cemented in shock behind you, where naked, ghoulish limbs once sat are now filled with swaying, violet life.

“I dunno, I get a tingling feeling in my hands. Here,” You pull him down to sit on the ground, pressing your palms to his cheeks. Your touch is like balm on a wound, he closes his eyes and leans in further. His forehead presses against your own. Your hands cradle the sides of his face, thumbs tracing over the soft skin in soothing patterns.

This is wrong, even as a boy no taller than prairie grass; he knows how wrong this feeling is.

“Do you feel it, Kenta?”

Kyoutani’s job isn’t to decide a person's fate, but the blood still soaks his hands all the same. His walk home is always to the beat of heavy, warning footsteps. His figure is looming, shrouded in thick leather and chain medal. The faulted axe hangs by his side, gripped tightly and weighed down with the heavy smell of iron. He counts his sins every night, prays for absolution but still scrubs the blood of strangers off of his arms and wraps you up in them.

“You fucking bastard,” a strangers voice sounds behind Kyoutani like a siren. He hears the rustling of critics followed by the feeling of a stone thrown against his back.

“You murdered my brother. He was a good man and you killed him.” Kyoutani sighs deeply, he knows the blame will fall on him with every swing his blade makes, so any retort is swallowed. There’s never much reason to quabble, as word travels in a small town like water through a sieve.

“I know who you are, Kyoutani Kentarou. Your father was a good man, and your sweet little sister grew up to be quite the-” All reason shatters under Kyoutani’s boot in an instant, feet carrying him in his hecklers’ direction. His clenched fist meeting the man’s eye socket with deadly force, vision blurring and reason fleeting. He shouldn’t be handing out home brewed justice, but there’s no rationale exercised when your name passes through a strangers mouth.

Kyoutani is a strong man, but fighting three against one would be a losing battle no matter what. No matter how noble his intent is, a sharp knife to the stomach is impossible to ignore. The stranger twists the dagger, bringing his face to Kyouatani’s ear.

“Say hi to your dear ole’ dad for me, eh?”

He hears the man’s snide voice against the pounding in his head. He feels cold and far away, falling down a tunnel with no bottom.

“They’ll be coming for you, y/n,” Your lover's voice lilts against your back, but you don’t turn to meet his eyes just yet. Your hands busy themselves against the familiar grooves of bark. The wisteria’s flowers create a sanctuary from the cruelty of the outside world. It’s a sanctuary, but this spot is one of original sin. The first brush of lips sealed fate years ago that will be actualized by daybreak.

“I know, Kenta-” Your soft voice usually calms the blonde man in front of you, but under the plague of circumstance, your words are sharp spikes against his heart.

“Why did you do it then? How could you be so careless? The mark of a witch means only one thing.” Kyoutani’s stern voice cuts you off, holding you in place, “You never think about the consequences of your reckless heart. Look at me, woman.” His body towers over you, broad chest against your back. His hand finds your jaw, pulling it harshly to force eye contact. Darkened brown eyes fall upon your watery ones and his angry facade shatters like pottery in the small space between your two bodies. You sniffle in his hold, fat tears run down your cheeks as you stutter a response.

“I couldn’t let you die, you’re the only family I have left. I- I love you, Kenta.” A sob rips through you, the declaration isn’t a new one, but it’s context is uniquely heartbreaking. Kyoutani pulls you into him immediately, wrapping strong, scarred arms around your shoulders. You cling to him, a piece of history repeating itself as it likes to do, wrapped in each other and the royal purples of wisteria.

Your lips quiver an inch away from his, stained with salty tears. Kyoutani feels the warmth of plush skin dangled in front of him, there’s an urgency rushing through him where he’s usually hesitant. There isn’t much more time. Without consulting the angel on his right shoulder, two large hands cup your face and pull your lips against his own.

Your cries are muffled by the sloppy pull of your own tongue into Kyoutani’s mouth. As his traces over yours with a chorus of nips and licks, his hands fall to your waist to bunch up the fabric against your hips. The action causes your body to press flush to his crotch.

“We have one more night together, Kenta. Please.” Your words don’t need much appraisal, you could ask Kyoutani to pull the skies down with his bare hands and he would tear the blankets off of any gods above without a second thought. One more night.

Kyoutani unwraps himself from around your form to sit down on the spongy grass below. The terrain is soft and forgiving despite its location in the dense forest. He watches you above him, angelically outlined in the soft moonlight. The personification of virtue and goodness glimmering off of you like an aura. The purest beauty to ever exist, and he’s at the helm of it’s destruction.

The sound of your dress pooling at your feet pulls him from mulling over his past transgressions. His eyes follow a line up from said garment to where your bare cunt is nestled between hip bones. His gaze climbs farther, lacerating the memory of every dip and curve so they scar against his heart. He needs to remember everything.

You join him on the soft grass, knees swung on either side of his large thighs. His hands find your hips again, pressing into the flesh as you begin to rock lightly against him. Your movement is disastrous to his resolve, the tension in his body delivers harsh oval bruises against the skin of your ass.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Your confessions are accented by kisses against Kyoutani’s cheeks and lips. Your soul, your heart, your everything are each other’s; and tonight is the final assemblage.

Kyoutani’s touch is like scarlet fever against your body, burning in its journey to grope any flesh he could reach. His fingers have to cement this feeling into his fingerprints, after tonight only the phantom pains of you will remain.

“You feel so good Kenta. S-So right.” Your mewls rattle around against his skull, as one palm comes down to meet your heated pussy. The most morally abject sin he’s committed- even counting the heads that roll by his feat every day- is you. But still; he can’t argue the morality of your body writhing naked above him when his cock is already straining angrily against the leather of his pants. His fingers trace down from the hip bone to where your puffy lips sit. It’s amazing how sweet, how soft you are. Where Kyoutani is calloused and harsh, you are smooth and silken. Perfection. Depravity.

As one thick finger proads against your hole, your hips buck with new resolve. You crave more than just fleeting touches and stolen glances. You want him to let go completely, something he’s only done a handful of times. You need him to.

“I’m not made of ceramic Kyoutani. You treat me like a child, but I’m stronger than you seem to believe.” You use your family name for punctuation, but the sentence comes out melted on the edges when he sticks another digit in to join the first.

“Don’t you think I know that, y/n. Fuck. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known,” a resounding slap meets your ass, jolting you farther against his fingers, “but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t protect you. That’s my job, damnit.” His thumb finds your swollen clit with ease even within his flustered state and presses down, “I failed you.”

You don’t trust your own voice to answer, you know nothing you could say would ease his heart. All you can do is push forward in hopes that one night can make up for the life he’ll have to live without you. Your hands move down to loosen his suffocating pants, wobbly knees digging against the ground as he eases the leather down his legs.

Your hand grabs a hold of his hard cock, stroking from his thick base to reddened tip. The touch is familiar. Something that wracks him with guilt but fills his soul with warmth. It’s always been your touch. Similar to the sparks rendered from striking flint, your touch lights up his every nerve

Kentarou’s fingers move back to work you open for him, your head falls back, causing the fat of your tits to bounce against his chest. His other rough hand comes up to palm your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple and pulling down. You cry out in pleasure at the attention, senses overwhelmed by your lover’s ministrations.

“Please, please do something.” Your voice is desperate against the shell of his ear, pleading for more. More of Kentarou, and naively, for more time.

With a swift, practiced movement, the blonde moves you to lay against the grass. He removes the blood-stained shirt from his chest and kicks off his pants. His body eclipses yours, shielding you from view. You’re surrounded by him, the heady scent of sweat, the sound of the racing heart against his ribcage like a trapped songbird. It’s all Kyoutani, it always has been; your home, your confessional, the safest reprieve and your most vile secret.

Kyoutani’s cock is freed from its confines to slap deftly against his stomach. Your mouth tries to swallow as if filled with dried tea leaves, his size isn’t always the most accommodating. Even so, you lift up on one elbow to curl your fingers around his shaft and groan once again when your pointer finger and thumb don’t meet. Kyoutani opens his mouth to speak but you answer before the words fall.

“Don’t be gentle, Kentarou, ” your dwarfed hand tugs him towards you, creating a dizzying pressure, “I can take it.”

There’s no room for argument in your words, so he dips down to kiss your lips once again. “Let me taste you, y/n. Just one more time.” His eyes hold flames but regard you as softly as possible. You nod in agreement. His lips running down from your neck to your hips, you feel the chapped skin against your own. With each peck, a path of tears follow in tandem. His shaky cries are hidden behind the moans being pulled from your lungs. You don’t acknowledge it, for doing so would just make the wracking pain even worse.

There’s no use speaking of your combined suffering, it’s already dug it’s blade into Kyoutani’s vertebrae.

Once his mouth reaches your wet pussy, there’s nothing left of his conscious. Where guilt usually lies, madness replaces. The first swipe of his tongue is painfully slow, he has to savor this taste, your taste. Your soft, swollen lips are the gods’ manna and he’s been given one last chance to indulge. Kyoutani’s tongue finds your clit and flicks upward, just the way that’s always made you squeal. You’re coating his chin in slick, and nothing else will ever quench his thirst like this again. He could stay in between your legs for the next century, but rips himself away from your dripping cunt.

Your mouth is captured in his again, tongue and cheeks coated in your own arousal. The feeling distracting you from the reddened tip prodding at your tight hole. You suck in a sharp breath as you’re worked open. Every vein and ridge tugs against your snug walls. It hurts, it always does, but there’s nothing that’s ever felt better either. You bite his collarbone in a feeble attempt to keep quiet, nails cresting small shapes against his back as he slides farther and farther in.

“My pretty girl, so perfect for me.” Kyoutani’s hips meet your ass, giving you a moment to acclimate. You’re pulled taut around him, cock dragging against you as he pulls back. He remembers your previous words. I can take it.

His hips slam against you with ferocity. Every expanse of fat on you bounces. Thighs, tits, ass- all moving with the pace he sets. His cock is begging for release with every union of his tip to your cervix. A litany of cries and pleas fill the surrounding air, lilting around to bounce against the drooping flowers.

“Please Kenta, I’m- I’m going to.” Your sentence breaks off at the end but he puts them back together. He coos you, “I know, little one. Let go for me.” He presses two fingers against your clit once more to rub tight circles.

Your toes curl against the grass below you, body locking up as the blood running through your veins is replaced with gooey syrup. Years of tension and shame pull tightly against your body and snap in an instant.

Kyoutani can’t hold off his own orgasm any longer, not with the vice grip you have on him.

Not with the sound of the constable's horses drawing closer to the old wisteria tree.

It’s easier to see the resulting moments in pieces.

Kyoutani’s blade is sharpened meticulously. “A dull axe is worlds more painful.” Even as his heart is being torn from under his breast bone, webs of muscle and tendon snapping like sewing floss the closer he walks to your kneeling form, he remembers his father’s words.

The ringing in his ear drowns out the sound of your sentence being passed, it’s better he doesn't hear the official crimes you are posed with, lest he swings his weapon against the priest instead. He wants to reach out, to untie you and run away, to find a new world. A world where he hears the pattering of little footsteps and sees chubby hands clinging against your apron. A world where he wakes up to your wrinkled cheeks and graying hair.

Shiny, silver blade raised high and gleaming in the light, a sharp swipe of the weapon through the stale air, and finally a thump of weight against the ground below. Still, quiet, and absolute.

There’s no escaping the headman’s blade.

The wisteria tree is the beginning and end. Long, purple flowers sealing fate. Kyoutani pulls reluctant feet to the tree's base, his forehead pressing against the bark. He turns around and slides down to sit against the trunk. His hands roam against the texture of the grass beneath him. He remembers the spindly branches and decaying wood from years ago when he closes his eyes, he remembers your hands clawing back it’s life from the lowest level of hell.

When his eyes open again, they are met with yours. Soft, beautiful, and achingly familiar. You smile, lips turning upwards and teeth peaking out slightly. Your hand reaches out to cup his face, a dull crackle of warmth reaches his skin where forest fires use to smolder. It’s not the same, but it’s you. He knows it’s you somehow. Whether it be a cruel trick from the gods or his brain succumbing to madness. It’s still you. Your warmth is surrounding him again, and it feels almost right.

“Do you feel it, Kenta?” Your voice is warped and echoes like a hollow drum, he can’t help the tears falling in thick streams. It’s you. He reaches out to touch you, but his hands remain empty and cold. You disappear in a second, your face vanishing from where he swore he could almost feel your lips against his own.

You leave him once again and take the bright flowers of wisteria with you.

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[sems-diarie]

hi!! if youre doing black!reader x character moodboards, could you do kyoutani kentarou ?

completed !