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chimielie · 1 year

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“I’m just saying,” you tell your roommate as she shoves her wallet into her purse while you scoop up two of her bags, “spending so much money here for gourmet groceries is...”

You trail off as you realize that she’s more preoccupied with spending an extra second staring at the cashier she’s been pining after (expensively, you might add, because she comes here every week just to stand in his line) than listening to your half-hearted lecture. You glance back at him with her, jolting when you notice someone crossing in front of you from the corner of your eye.

“Move, register's mine for the next hour.” You look involuntarily at the speaker, who taps your friend’s crush (Yahaba, his nametag reads) on the shoulder. It’s a crowded space, so you stare up at the replacement cashier from scarcely six inches away, absorbing his visage like several blows directly to the kidneys.

He’s thicker-set and shorter than Yahaba, hair shaved to his skull and dyed blond with the exception of two dark stripes at his temples. Two tiny metal spheres straddle his left eyebrow, featuring above lashes so long he might as well be wearing eyeliner (actually, he might be) over burning eyes you could spend hours admiring. And—be still your beating heart—the shaved head reveals thick black hoops hung in his ears, glinting merrily under the fluorescents. There are piercings studded into the cartilage above, too, matching his eyebrow jewelry. He turns a little, so you can see the nametag pinned to his tie-dyed shirt; it reads Tarō, in awful scrawled handwriting.

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my whole entire life,” you say loudly, not a single thought passing through your brain prior to or during the process of speaking.

He stops talking and stares at you. The sounds of the store, the squeaks of cart wheels and the music over the speakers, are suddenly headache inducing. Your friend slaps you lightly on the arm, a motion that you read immediately as you did not just say that, holy shit.

“Say thank you, Kyō,” Yahaba says jokingly, and she emits a noise too high-pitched to actually be laughter. Your face, meanwhile, is frozen. You think you might actually be deceased. This must be rigor mortis.

“Don't think I’ve ever been called beautiful before,” he says, squinting those gorgeous eyes like he's trying to decipher a dead language.

“I am so sorry,” you say, reaching out to haul your ass and your roommate’s out of here now. Your hand closes around nothing and you look around to find her engrossed in conversation with Yahaba, who is now apparently off the clock despite his replacement coworker wasting time looking at you like someone might look at a dead fish that had been thrown at them. “Um. I am so sorry. I didn’t intend to... harass you at work.”

He grunts in dismissal, flashing you a smirk that reveals fanged canines, and if you’ve had one thought that’s inappropriate in a public setting, you’ve had them all by now. “I have to deal with—” He tilts his head toward the growing line, cussing under his breath and rolling his eyes. “You have a good night, though."

Despite your miserable shame, you take comfort knowing that your friend finally had a real conversation with Yahaba, even getting his number while you suffered under his intense gaze. You can cope with embarrassment if it brings something good into the world.

The silver lining is gilded over when, at two minutes past ten, you get a text from an unknown number.

just closed. u doing anything now?

this is kentarō from the grocery. i got ur number from yahaba who got it from ur friend.

hope thats ok

You smile at your phone, envisioning the wrinkle between his brows as he typed the last message. You're gonna have to start budgeting for fancier groceries.

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prettykitty3061 · 1 year

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Yo! I adored your himbo bokuto headcannons so if you have the time do you have any Kyoutani boyfriend headcannons?

i already have a bf headcanon in my drafts that will be posted soon so im just gonna have one head cannon!! sorry, but kyo hcs will be coming soon i pinky promise 💞💞

Kyotani has an oral fixation!!!!! whenever he's sitting down with you in his lap he always is attached to any part of your body. he just cant stand the feeling of you just being there with his mouth not on you. like excuse you???

you seriously cant get rid of him. it would genuinely be a fucking crime if you just decided that you weren’t gonna sit on his lap and let him suck onto your skin. he would either sit there and obnoxiously pout, or magically your hips werent connected to your body anymore due to the force and pace that he grabbed them and pulled them to his lap. in literal seconds, you were on his lap. and even if you tried to get off of him, or pull him off of you, there would be no possible way to move. kyotani always has an actual death grip on your waist if he’s focused on your body.

moral of the story : i also have an oral fixation

a/n : still working on all my requests, thank you guys so much for your patience. also my requests are still open, and i have a few posts coming soon (next 1-2 weeks). also most of march my posts will just be scheduled because i will be in finland!!! love u guys

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plooto · 8 months

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꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ soft . ft. kentarou kyotani

synopsis . all things taken into account, his brashness that seemed to disappear around you, the underlying fury behind his eyes gone with you behind them. he was yours, and you being his put him at ease in more ways than one.

warnings . hinting , soft girl ! yn , slight ooc ! kyotani , pet names .

words . 2.7k

notes . rewrite from my previous blog

volleyball games: a sport that would linger in your mind as one of the best moments. a core memory. your parents ushered you to the game, encouraging you out the house instead of playing animal crossing all day. you watched the aoba josai game in relatively silent, cheering proudly when your team scored or successful stopped the ball. it was after one hit you saw him—bleached hair, strong arms, and looks that could kill. he looked around, your heart seemed to stop and you ducked, pretending to tie your shoe to avoid his gaze. he only seen you out of the corner of his eye and he’s glad he did.

after the game, you made a choice. a bold one. you went to to the blonde donning the number sixteen and complimented him, leaving immediately after. unaware of the exchange that took place, his teammates pushed him around, disapproving of his newfound silence.

unbeknownst to you, his thoughts consisted of you and you only. your next meeting would be on his account. barely catching you, he asked for your permission to accompany you on your walk home. with a shy smile, you agreed. and walk you home he did, and the same the day after that, and the one after that one.

his way of courting you was trailered just for you, from the way he talked to you, down to the way he walked around you. his guard was down, you broke his wall, vulnerable to every sweet thing you did.

him making the first move was combated by you being the one to ask him out. sneaking a pastel pink sticky note into his locker, you prayed you got the right locker. he found you at the end of the day, grumbling about how he couldn’t find you sooner. wonder why.

you settled into your relationship with the spiker slowly. all things taken into account, his brashness that seemed to disappear around you, the underlying fury behind his eyes gone with you behind them. he was yours, and you being his put him at ease in more ways than one. he took you on low maintenance dates, ones you didn’t directly express that you enjoyed the idea of. coffee dates and walks that seemed to go nowhere. he showed you as much affection as you wanted, your favorite being his hugs. it’s something about the warmth when he wraps his arms around you, giving you the perfect amount of squeeze to make your heart flutter and reassure you that nothing could come between you. nothing.

your first kiss was in a movie theater. he let you choose the movie, he wouldn’t be paying enough attention to the movie when you were sitting so prettily next to him. your forgetfulness shining as you shivered, forgetting your jacket. noticing your shivers, he wrapped a warm arm around you, of which you snuggled into. smiling with content, you turned your face to place a soft kiss on his cheek. the tips of his ears reddening once the display registered. placing a finger under your chin, he lifts your lips to his: a silent explanation of his wants.

your relationship with the wing spiker was one you believed started in a past life. he was always so attentive of you, indirectly reminding you to eat and drink water daily.

on this day, your impulsive thoughts got the better of you, pulling your desk around your room with all your might. you took a break, opting to take a seat on your desk and listen to the muffled music playing from your speaker positioned in your closet ( promise, muffled music going through walls just hits different ). your music turned down on its own, confusing you for a moment until you heard your boyfriends text tone. with a smile on your face, you pushed yourself off the desk to check it.

my pretty boy : hey doll open up

not locking your phone you dropped it on the bed, maneuvering around the clutter you made minutes earlier to make it to the front door. you smiled at your boyfriend, who walked in and kicked off his shoes, being here enough times it was like he lived here. waiting patiently till he finished, you wrapped him in a hug. lifting you off your feet, he made his way around the house to your room, dodging the desk you left in the middle of the room to take a seat on your pink duvet covers.

“ what happened here, doll? ” you turned your head before the rest of your body, sitting with your back to his chest. you pointed as you explained the mess before you:

“ i wanted to move my desk where my cubbies were and the cubbies there because it didn’t look right anymore.. ” squeezing your hips, he placed you on the bed in his spot and got up to finish what you started. watching him as he lifted the desk and then the cubbies was serene. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as he was finishing. swinging legs and a glint of desire flashing across your eyes made him smirk, watching you squirm as your eyes locked with his.

“ doll? ” jutting your bottom lip, you made grabby hands in his direction and he obliged. sinking his fists into the bed beside your hips he leveled with you. “ what is it? ” he asked in a lower baritone. suddenly you were lost for words, looking away from his alluring eye contact.

“ n- need you kyo.. ” you couldn’t see it, but you heard as me smirked.

“ we’ll why didn’t you say that sooner.. you know i’m good at pacifying that. ”

practice was all he ever seemed to do—practice blocks, practice digs, practice this, practice that. he just prayed for this session to be over so he could return to his sanctuary.

softly, you hummed as you played animal crossing on the switch he got you for your birthday, even after explicitly telling him that your only desire was his time. never did you express to him you wanted one, but still he knew you did.

tilting your head as you listened to your music, thinking of when your boyfriend would come back so you can show him all the pent up affection you’ve been marinating.

on the other hand, kentarou was livid. why yahaba thought pushing his buttons was wise was behind him; however, the line of self control was starting to blur. a new touch of conversation taking its place, another he didn’t feel like expanding upon—the pretty marks you left on his back. audibly winching, he pulled the shirt completely off his shoulders.

“ oo woo ! finally got you some action, huh mad dog? ” he crossed the threshold,

“ fuck off, all right? what i do on my time, with my girlfriend is my damn business. not like someone like you would understand. ” this seemed to have hit a nerve, tucked deep away in the other second year’s mind.

“ what’d ya say? you- ”

“ yahaba. mad dog. there are first years here. ” kyotani growled, throwing on a shirt from his gym bag and making it out of the gym not nearly as fast as he liked. he wanted you in his arms, your sweet perfume invading his nose, cotton candy chapstick smearing across his lips.. no he needed you.

unfortunately he would have to wait even longer. kentarou was a delinquent, but he wasn’t stupid, he noticed the idiots following him from the blocks ago. making a so longer than normal at his house, he only decided it was good to leave after they were long gone. occupying the time by taking a shower and putting up his gym clothes. finally arriving at your door, he waited for you to open it. hearing the door unlock he looked up to see you looking at fun with sleepy eyes. letting him in, you waited for him to take off his shoes, sleepiness getting the better of you for you didn’t realize that you were already being lifted into the air. the sudden realization shot a jolt of energy up your spine, waking you up. arriving to your bed, kyotani places you down and snuggled into your shoulder. you wrapped one of your arms around his shoulders and the other hand you ran through his hair, scratching his scalp.

“ was practice that bad? ” he nodded, grumbling a few words into your shoulder,

“ i can’t understand you, kyo~ ” you told him softly, the hand scratching his head going to the bottom of his hairline. he pulled away from his comforter spot momentarily just to look at your pretty face, golden hues peering into yours.

“ idiot yahaba doesn’t understand how to keep his mouth shut, askin’ me ‘bout your scratches on my back..few angry words there and there, the only way to calm myself was to thing of was you making them” your eyes widened, tips of your ears set ablaze as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. letting out a loud chuckle, that rumbled the air around you, rubbing your hips.

“ don’t say things like that so casually! ” you balled up his shirt and held him tight until your face cooled off.

“ wanna watch a movie, pretty girl? ” he whispered in your ear, to which you nodded, telling him what movie you wanted to watch.

you snuggled into his side while the movie played, running your fingers along his abs absentmindedly. the two of you fell asleep like that, tangled in each other’s loving embrace.

the week after next, kyotani had practices that ran well into the evening, which he wasn’t happy about. he wanted to skip them to spend more time with you: his beautiful bundle of joy. you assured him it was fine, telling him that you’d show him extra love when he came to visit you.

the end of practice, he made haste, stuffing his gym clothes and making a beeline to your place. he knocked harder with extra impatience, when you opened the door.

“ hey ky- waaa! ” he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, barely making it out of his shoes before heading to your room. he laid you on the bed, giving you a rough kiss before stripping himself of his shirt and knee pads. without a moment of hesitation, he laid on you, pressing his weight into you. you huffed, tapping him to get some air back in your system.

“ kyo- loosen upp. ” he lifted himself off you, just enough to be close but not suffocating.

“ ‘m sorry doll, it was a long day.. ” he groaned. you smiled up at him, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. licking his lips, he laid you back down gently to hover above you. you lifted your hands to his face, pushing your thumbs against the corners of his mouth, forcing them into a smile. he shook his head, turning his head to hide his red face. you smiled up at him, sleepiness that was there before dissipating the more you spent time in his presence.

“ c’mon, let’s lay down. ” you mumbled, rubbing his arms therapeutically. you watched as his form laid down on the bed next to you. swinging your leg over, you sat on his lower back. your eyes dance over his large back, newer red scratches taking the place of the older ones. n a flash he turned you both over, positioning himself over you.

“ you’re breathtaking..” he whispered against the supple skin of your neck.

“ kyo.. ” you felt him smirk against you. “ w- wait stop ” you whimpered, he pulled away immediately, scanning your face for any sort of discomfort.

“ you just got off of practice..let me.”

you swung your feet as you scrolled through the photos of you and kyotani when something in your peripheral didn’t match your room’s color palette. knee pads? kyo must’ve left them.. you were already changed out of your school uniform opting to go in the shirt you were already wearing, you tossed on a shirt that you permanently borrowed from your boyfriend. you grabbed your phone after picking up his knee pads. you put on your shoes and made your way out the door.

getting closer and closer to the gym, you felt uneasiness fall over you. who would greet you first? you prayed it wasn’t oikawa, judging by the stories kyotani has told you, you weren’t fond of him in the slightest. stepping into the gym, you fiddled with his knee pads, holding them close to your chest as you looked around. you craned your neck as you watched the tall male approach you.

“hi beautiful, what can i do for ya? ” you took a step away from him, your heart pounding at the number of eyes on you.

“ - uh, um.. knee pads, kyotani.. um.. he might need them.” the male in front of you leaned down to your height, smirking as he watched you fluster.

“ hm, and how do you know our mad dog-chan, pretty- ”

“ doll? ” your head turned, your eyes barely settling on your boyfriend before you ran on the balls of your feet into his chest. you gripped the back of his shirt, tears pooling in your water line.

“ it’s alright, i’ve gotcha. ”he rubbed your back softly before coving your ears as his attention turned to the confused captain.

“ the fuck did you do to scare her so bad, oikawa?! ” he barked, glaring at him with a look that could have dropped him dead where he stood. oikawa raised his hands in innocence, quick to defend himself.

“ only shittykawa can make a girl cry that fast.. ” oikawa turned, expression resembling hurt before replying back to his cocaptain,

“ watch it iwa! for your information i was just asking her a question because she, has his knee pads! ”

“ but weren’t you in her face? ”

“ flirted with her. ”

“ you know, you’re a lot taller than she is. ”

“ must’ve been scary having a guy like him over you like that. ”

“ t- that’s oikawa? ” you mumbled up to kyotani. iwaizumi, the other spiker, laughed, getting what you were saying, then kyotani nodded, stifling a laugh under his breath,

“ yeah that’s him. ” you nodded, releasing him and pushing his knee pads closer to him.

“ stay for practice, i’ll walk you home. ” you nodded, opting to go to the corner by his bag.

the practice started and a few turns in oikawa shot kyotani a set, calling out his name. jumping into the air, he slammed the ball down, the blunt force echoing throughout the gym. you clapped your hands together quietly, your boyfriend turning to you with a wide smile on his face.

‘ how did a cutie like her end up dating him..? ’ the team thought, watching as you clapped when he made an impressive move.

towards the end of practice you felt your eyelids start to droop. shifting yourself to lay down on kyotani’s backpack. you wanted to stay up to watch his entire practice, but your body wouldn’t permit it. as your eyes were closing, you caught a glimpse of him throwing his hands in the air.

“ gimme a sec. ” he told his team, lightly jogging over to you and draping his jacket over you, pulling it up to your chin before moving a strand of hair out of your face. the light affection and the warmth bringing a smile to your face.

“ woah, who knew mad dog could be soft? ” he turned, glaring at his teammates, who in turn looked around as if they were not watching the scene take place in front of them.

“ back to practice! ”

“ tani!!! ” you called. running up the stairs he bursts open the door.

“ what’s wrong?? are you okay? ” you nodded, out stretching your hands towards him.

“ kith? ” his shoulders dropped, relaxing as he walked towards you. he leaned down to give you a kiss, throwing your arms around him as his lips pressed against yours. once he pulled away you smiled at him lovingly. words bubbled in your throat, words that never made it past your mind.

“ i love you, kentarou.” you felt him stiffen, eyes searching yours for any doubt. he smirked at you, leaning in to pepper kisses over your skin.

“ i love you too, yn. ” giggling, you locked your ankles around his hips, your arms moving to tickle his ribs. stifling a laugh, he pinned your arms above your head with one hand.

“ you’re pretty bold for pulling a stunt like that, doll. ”

published . september 2 , 2023

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rjhpandapaws · 1 month

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Kiyotani Kentarou

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toomanygoldfish · 6 months

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It’s a… Dog person🎉

With a nickname of “Mad dog” you might expect him to be at least acquainted with dogs. However much to your surprise he wasn’t.

You later find out that this boy, who is very rough around the edges, was sent here because of a school detention. But you were unaware of that when he was first introduced to you.

“…Hi, I’m here for volunteer work.” He shoved a piece of paper into the front desk lady’s face. She recoiled back, gently taking the crinkled paper in her hands, before putting it down on the desk and smoothing it out.

“Ah, Kentarō Kyōtani, here for…volunteer hours.”

Her nose curled up at this. Frowning slightly at her tone, you get back to work, filling out paperwork for the pets who needed to change facilities.

You turn around when you hear a sharp “you”. You stand up, take a deep breath, roll your eyes at her for luck, then turn around to face her.

“Yes ma’m?” You asked as politely as possible.

“You are to give him the rundown, put him on the easy ones. Also that paperwork needs to be done soon. Chop chop.”

You scoff slightly at the fact that she actually used the words ‘chop, chop’. You turn to him and bow.

You rise and introduce yourself,

“Hi! I’m [Name], I work here as a volunteer. I work mostly with dogs but I can give you help with the cats if you would rather spend your time with them.”

He blinks at you. You blink back at him. His eyes widened minutely, before looking away and introducing himself.

“I’m Kentarō Kyōtani, I’m new here, um dogs are fine” His voice was gruff and yet he had a gentle way of talking.

You nod shortly at him before spinning on your heel and opening the door to the cacophony that is the dog kennels. You had decided to start him on the cleaning of the kennels. That had to be the best start for handling the dogs and cleaning up after them.

As you walked past each one of the kennals you greeted the dog inside with a friendly smile. The dogs wagged their tails delighted to see a person. Many barked at you, to which you shushed them and gave them a small glare before continuing on.

Finally reaching kennel number sixteen you pause and look at him. His eyes however were transfixed on the pit bull laying down.

The pit bull in question and a pretty bad rep, she had been returned 3 separate times for ‘causing problems with other dogs’ which could not be true. She was one of the most friendly dogs here, although she was a bit shy meeting new people.

She didn't have a name. You had been told not to give her one. But she had the softest brown doe eyes. Her muzzle was resting on her paws, while her gaze was set on his.

He turned to you quickly. “Could I pet her?”

You smile, obviously he wanted to meet her as much as she wanted to meet him. You nod and crouch down to open the door. The door opens and you take a step back.

“Hey there sweetheart! How are you today?”

You took a step back, letting them have a moment together. You thought to yourself, that maybe, just maybe, he would be a great fit.

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Wow, I really thought he would be a cat person.

He would be a great pet parent either way.

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faerielotus · 11 months

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

KYOUTANI x READER

tw : murder, violence, blood, gore, smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t think you were going to go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gripped you tighter, kissing your neck.

He murmured. “You smell good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani kentaro x reader #mad dog x reader #Yandere!Kyoutani Kentaro #Yandere #fanfic #read the trigger warnings #first fic #haikyuu

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shzketches · 2 years

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seijoh!

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yahabadabado · 24 days

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Kyōtani is a drummer 100%. Like, just look at him. Dude is probably CONSTANTLY tapping and pillow-drumming. He started to play because his dad played drums in his high school band and little Kentarō just lost his mind. Has broken 100's of pairs of sticks over the years. Knows a shit ton of trivia and facts about a bunch of different bands and drummers, too. Spent a couple of years saving all of the money he got on holidays and birthdays when he was a kid to help pay for his drum set because he's a sweetheart like that. It's also a great way for him to release his pent up anger and energy, which is a bonus for everyone.

#haikyuu #hq anime #kyoutani kentarou #kyotani kentaro #kentaro kyotani #mad dog #I'll let y'all decide which bands he likes👍🏻#the order of this makes no sense lol #pay no mind to it #sorry all of my posts have been about Kyōtani lately #he's just my fav

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weezmancer3 · 7 months

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Kyotani Hcs!!

He works on his anger issues after the loss to Karasuno but when he tries his breathing exercises he cries 'Angry Tears' TM

The team is trying so hard to be a positive environment but it makes them laugh so hard

He runs his hands over his buzz cut all the time. It's all he does. Yahaba thinks it's cute.

His canines are unnaturally sharp, and it scares the underclassman

He's not a good fighter in the technique sense, but he's feral and normally wins bc he fights dirty

He bit as a child. any and all family members have at least one scar to prove it

He really likes birds and has been bird-watching multiple times. He even has guides to the native species in the different parts of Japan.

Yahaba gifted him a keychain with a Bluejay on it in highschool and Kyotani still has it today. (he takes it to his Sendai Frogs games as a good luck charm)

#haikyuu #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #kyotani kentaro #kyotani headcanons #kyohaba #kyoutani x yahaba #yahaba shigeru #kyotani's stupid buzz cut #he growled at the other kids on the playground and you know it #He's such an old man at heart #he does NOT want you on his property #GET OFF MY LAWN -Kyotani Kentarou 2023

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prettykitty3061 · 1 year

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kyotani x bimbo thoughts

MINORS DNI, 18+

tw/cw: borderline toxic relationship, kyotani slaps readers thighs, mentions of smoking and tattoos.

a/n: this is my first time ever writing something this long and detailed, im sorry if it sucks ass

kyotani is heavily in love with his bimbo bitch

he loves the small and tight leopard print bras you wear. especially when put under a sheer shirt with way too many buttons being unbuttoned.

he loves the jewelry that lay on your sweet skin. his favorite being the metal chain hanging his name. his other favorites are the waist chain (i forgot what its called) lightly laying on your hips with writing saying “daddys.”

he loves the tattoos that scatter your skin. each one engraved into your skin so delicately, looking as soft as your skin, contrasting to what they contained. one sitting on your lower back, the typical heart with squiggles on either side. another on the underside of your boob saying “brat.” with so many more littering you skin

he loves the way you pull on him when you want attention. constantly asking him to fuck you, to kiss you, to smoke with you. no matter how many times he’ll push you away and tell you youre crazy, you always come back sitting back on his lap and propping your elbows on his shoulders, with your hands cradling the back of his head, pushing him to look down at you.

he loves the big pout on your face. he wants to grab the bottom of your lip, decorated with a big pearl piercing, and push it down to your chin while he spits down you throat. and he does. the priceless look on your face makes it all worth it, the entranced look, that even he gets lost in.

he loves and hates the way you purposely bend down so that he gets a peek of your new pretty white g-string thong. he might as well just take you home now because he knows that youre not gonna stop till you get what you want

he loves the shock on your face when you get in the car to drive home he slaps your thigh, hard. so hard that your entire body jolts, shaking the car. when you glance over to whine at him, you can see the look on his face. so angry but laced with the need to have you, now. his grip on the wheel making his knuckles white and the tips of his fingers a bright red.

he loves rides filled with him digging his nails into your thighs, your quiet but nonstop whimpering, and his constant reminders to shut up.

to anybody else, it would seem like he hated everything about you and the relationship you held with him, but who cares. he loves his bimbo baby and his bimbo baby loves everything about him. loves him so much that not even a harsh slap onto your body could make you rethink it. because you love it, and god is it hot when you know he loves it too.

a/n 2: god he could throw me into a wall and tear off my tiny shirts please. im so sick of having to be a half closeted bimbo 😭😭

#kyoutani smut #kyoutani scenario #kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani x you #kyoutani x reader #kyotani smut #kyotani x reader #haikyuu kyotani #hq kyoutani #bimbolife #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #kyotani kentaro #kyotani headcanons

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plooto · 2 years

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꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ right for me . ft. kyotani kentarou

synopsis . growing up, you remained at kyotani’s side, your feelings for him never wavering, him the same. after school with the weekends coming up, you’d stay the night at his house, flirting back and forth as if you guys are not dating and you picking kiddish fights, forcing him to chase you around his house, you squealing with joy.

notes . young ! kyotani , young ! reader , small ! reader , soft ! reader , gentle ! kyotani , soft girl x punk guy ! au , not proofread .

you asked him out in secondary school. it was a kiddie crush, one that turned into something more, little did you know, he noticed you too. he was short when he answered you with a short and shy ‘sure’ rather an actual answer, but you understood. overloaded with joy, you smiled brightly. your legs making your bounce in place,

“ oi, relax ! ” you came back to your senses and nodded, giving him a hug before telling him you’ll see him in the morning for school.

growing up, you remained at kyotani’s side, your feelings for him never wavering, him the same. after school with the weekends coming up, you’d stay the night at his house, flirting back and forth as if you guys are not dating and you picking kiddish fights, forcing him to chase you around his house, you squealing with joy.

“ ‘m glad he’s found someone, ” his father spoke softly, sipping his drink as he listened to the two of you play around,

“ ‘taro i give ! ” you shouted in between laughter, his hands halted on your sides,

“ good, let’s go to bed, you’re tired, ” you pouted at him, looking at him with shock as he stood up, grabbing his tv remote.

“ not tired ! ” you said, crossing your arms as you sat up,

“ okay, cuddle ? ” you smiled, getting up and sitting on his lap, watching his facial expressions as he shuffled through the hundreds of movies that appeared on the screen,

“ i can feel you staring ” your face burned and you turned to the tv too, seeing a movie that you wanted to watch with him,

“ can we watch that one ? ” he shuffled past it,

“ this one ? ” you shook your head, he called another one wrong,

“ ken~ ” you pouted, looking at him, he smiled and let out a deep laugh, wrapping his arms tighter around you and selecting the movie you were talking about.

“ okay, let’s lay down. ” he pulled you backwards on the bed with him, wrapping his arms around you as you both turned to watch the movie on the television. the beginning credits finished and he felt your body relax more and he knew you were alseep.

“ not tired huh ? ” he leaned over you as gently as he could and pressed a kiss to your head, pulling the covers over your sleeping body.

“ g’night doll. ” you smiled in your sleep, and he mimicked your actions, deciding that that would be the nickname that he would call you.

graduating and you both attending aoba josai, you both were scattered, a new school and new schedules to match, you guys didn’t have much time together as you used to, only able to see each other during lunch and after school. you made a few friends, none too serious and kyotani had his volleyball club and you did your homework when he was at practice. weeks go by and your in your second term of your first year of high school and people have started to notice you and kyotani n were dating, your friends, yena and mina, pulled you to the side between classes,

“ hey, we heard some rumors going around and we just wanted to see if they were true. ” mina spoke, you nodded, looking up at your friends curiously.

“ what are they? ” they looked at each other before taking a breath, yena spoke,

“ that you were dating that kyotani kid, ” you looked at both of them doe eyed, you blinked once, then twice.

“ we are ! ” you said cheerily, a smile softly gracing your features. they both looked at each other,

“ oh ” they said and visibly calmed down,

“ what ? ” you looked from yena to mina and back again,

“ if it was true we was wondering why. ” you thought about it, resting your pointer finger to your lips,

“ omg, he’s not doing anything to you is he ? he’s a punk isn’t he, yena ? ” she nodded, you waved your hands in front of you,

“ no no ! nothing like that ! i asked him out, i didn’t really have a reason, we were kids and i liked him. ” you said softly, playing with your baby pink finger nails that kyotani recently paid for you to get done.

“ hm. ” they said simultaneously, debating what they should do next,

“ y’n, ” you heard your boyfriend behind you, you smiled to yena and mina, giving them both a hug before lightly skipping to your boyfriend of four years.

“ they didn’t look too happy, ” you pouted to the side,

“ i don’t think so either, they were seeing if rumors were true, ” he titled his head to look down at you,

“ the ones about us dating ? ” you paused, mouth agape as you stared up at him, “ what’d you say ”

“ i said yes of course ! i don’t want to not be dating you ” you spoke the last bit softly and looked away from him, he smiled at your shyness and leaned down to your height, lifting your face by your chin with his index finger,

“ hey, i don’t want to be without you either, so lift your head. let’s go get some ice cream. ” you gasped and smiled at him,

“ i love you okay ? ” you gasped, tears prickling at your water line, you nodded,

“ i love you too ! ” you jumped in place,

“ oi, relax ! ” when you did you took a breath, opening your eyes to see him a few steps ahead of you with his hand extended out to you,

“ c’mn doll, let’s go get you some of that f’f ice cream you love so much. ”

and all the while yena and mina were watching from the same spots you left them, accepting that you two were good for each other.

published . september 27 , 2022

#kyotani kentaro x you #kyotani x reader #haikyuu kyotani #kyotani fluff #kyotani imagine #kyotani drabble #kyotani kentaro #haikyuu x reader #kyotani x y/n #ੈ✩‧₊˚ childhood lovers kyotani ! au #. character // kentarou kyoutani

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