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Reader:F
Character: Kentarō Kyōtani, Ryūnosuke Tanaka
Rating: M
Summary: “can we get some kentaro (i can’t spell sorry) or tanaka jealousy content ” - @usually-unusaul
Warning:Jealousy, Implied Smut
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Kyōtani wasn’t a jealous type of guy. He wasn’t someone who got jealous often when it came to you hanging out with other people. If it was someone he knew then he didn’t get jealous, a little protective if someone got too close. But not jealous.
But when it came to strangers Kyōtani became protective. Arms wrapped around your waist, teeth bared, possessive kisses along the column of your neck.
“Kentarō!” You yelped when he wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on your shoulder.
He glared daggers at Kuroo, who thought it was acceptable to come up to you and start to flirt with you. Kyōtani overheard the rooster head talking to you and trying to impress you with how well training was going.
“Oh.” The dark haired man said, as he looked from you to Kyōtani, “You have a boyfriend.”
You sighed, “Yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” You reached up and held onto Kyōtani’s arms that were wrapped around your shoulders. You clutched your boyfriend to keep him from going full Mad Dog on the rooster head.
You knew the dog would win against the bird.
“Don’t touch my girlfriend.” Kyōtani remarked as he tightened his grip on you. He kissed the side of your head and you leaned your head back to give him another kiss.
“The Mag Dog, that’s a choice.” Kuroo smirked.
“Better than a rooster.’ You bit back. You were snug in your boyfriend’s strong arms. You kept your gaze locked with Kuroo’s, you were going to get the message across. You were happily taken.
Kuroo’s smirk only grew, “Well congratulations, Kyōtani. You got yourself quite the catch.” He then turned away from you two and said, “I’ll see you all at practice then.” And walked off.
When he was out of sight, Kyōtani turned you around and kissed you deeply on the lips, “Let’s go someone more private.” He said, “I need to suck a mark on your neck.”
You blushed, “But practice is starting soon!” You were the manager after all, you both needed to be on the court.
He just pulled you in for another kiss, in front of so many people. He leaned into your ear after he broke the kiss and said, “Then let’s make it quick, kitten.”
It was always Oikawa, because how could it not be Oikawa. His arm wrapped around you during training camp. How close he got to you, his lips almost to your cheek made Tanaka see red.
“I’m going to kill that bastard!” Tanaka snapped but was held back by Sugawara and Daichi.
When you noticed the commotion, you broke away from Oikawa and quickly went over to your boyfriend to calm him down. As you walked away you heard the brunette said, “You know where to find me, chickadee.” With a wink.
Which only made Tanaka see a deeper shade of red as he thrashed in the grip of his friends. You put your plate down and went over to him and took his face in your hands.
“Ryu, baby.” You said, “What’s going on?”
“I’m going to kill that playboy bastard!” Tanaka snapped. But was instantly calmed down when you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
He went slack in his friends’ arms and he was handed over to you, where you held him by the waist and kept giving him kisses. You apologized softly and shot glares at Oikawa, you thought he was being nice but in reality he liked you! That wasn’t okay, you were dating Tanaka.
“I’m sorry, baby.” You said as you held onto Tanaka as best as you could. He pressed himself up against you and rubbed his face against your neck.
“I hate him.” He grumbled against you.
You chuckled a little bit, “I know, but don’t worry. You’re the only one for me. I was trying to talk to him so we could figure out how he plays better. I thought ht was just being friendly.”
“How dare you take advantage of my girlfriend!” Tanaka yelled at the other player who was considerably farther away now.
Oikawa just stuck his tongue out and called back, “Well maybe if you didn’t have such a hot girlfriend, this wouldn’t be a problem.”
You blocked Tanaka’s path to the other boy and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. You held him close to you and kissed him on the lips to distract him.
You prayed that he wasn’t going to kill or fight anyone. But eventually you walked away with your boyfriend in tow. And when you were along, he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you and zipped it up to your chin.
“That’ll teach that bastard a lesson.”
You chuckled lightly and kissed him on the lips. You knew once training camp was over and you were back home, Tanaka will truly show how possessive he was over you.
Reader:F
Character:Rintarō Suna, Kentarō Kyōtani
Rating:G
Summary:Your boyfriend was a punk and since you’ve been dating so long. You wanted your own jean vest and customize it to your liking.
Warning:Fluff, Punk AU
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Suna noticed that you always played with the spikes on his vest when you sat in his lap when you hung out at the Foxhole. His baby girl in his arms while he wore his ‘battle vest’, his lips against your cheek while you played with the dull spikes that he meticulously attached to the vest.
“I should make you one.” He remarked one evening while he drove the both of you home from the clubhouse that the rest of the so-called foxes hung out in after hours.
“One what?” You asked as you looked up from your phone, your bag in your lap. Your long sleeves pushed up to reveal the tattoo of Suna’s name on your forearm. The only tattoo you had.
“A vest.” He replied, “Something you can wear to the Foxhole. I’m pretty sure Atsumu and Osamu would be impressed by it. Make you one of the guys.”
“That sounds awesome!” You chirped, “I’ve been collecting pins at all of your shows and the roller derby games. Maybe we can make patches too!” You looked giddy at the idea of your own vest.
Suna reached over and pat your thigh, “Anything you want, precious. It’s your battle vest.” And thus started the hunt for a battle vest. There were many trips to the local thrift store. Suna was very particular about the type of vest he wanted you to have, he didn’t want something flimsy and could fall apart with age. He wanted something sturdy, even a Levi’s jean jacket that you could cut the sleeves off. Eventually you two found a light denim wash jacket for a reasonable price.
Before you could pull out the thousand yen bill to pay, Suna already had enough change out on the counter to pay. You couldn’t get a word in when he said, “Just let me pay for it, it’s what a good boyfriend does.” Before he took the paper bag that held your new jacket that’ll become a vest.
And the construction of Suna’s girl’s vest began in the Foxhole. Suna bought you some paints from the dollar store to make your patches from the left over denim material from the sleeves, he found some Sharpies in drawers and you brought a hot glue gun from home and the pins you’ve been collecting.
Everyone was lingering around the Foxhole, smoking, eating a late dinner, blasting music. You were on the floor assembling your vest while Suna looked on. He fed you fries while you drew outlines of patches on leftover material.
You outlined the logo of you and Suna’s favourite band and then filled in with paint. You stuck pins on the front pockets and Suna helped you cut put the fabric of what used to be the sleeves. He didn’t want his baby girl to use sharp scissors.
“You should put a fox on it, then no fuckers will mess with ya.” Osamu suggested as he lit another cigarette, “But make it grey, then they’ll know for sure.” He winked.
Suna flipped him off, “I’m not branding my girl with your shit.”
Atsumu laughed, “Yeah, Samu, get your own girl.” Then took a bite of his sandwich.
“I’m going to make my own fox, the red fox.” You smiled, “I’ll be the red fox with my vest.”
Suna chuckled and kissed the top of your head, “Sounds good to me.” Then watched you attach the last pin on the vest. You held it up in front of his face and he said, “Perfect, put it on.”
You slipped it on your shoulders, it was a men’s jacket turned vest so it was a little baggy in some areas. But otherwise it was perfect for you and with all the deep pockets you had now, you could keep all kinds of things in them.
“I could get rid of my purse now.” Your eyes lit up, “I have so much room now!”
Suna chuckled, “Perfect. Now you got your own battle vest. You’re one of us, precious. Now c’mon, let’s take it out on the town. You guys want anything at the 7/11?”
“Bento.” Kita responded.
“You’re paying for yourself.” Suna said as he got up from the floor then helped you up to your feet, the vest still on you. He leaned in for a kiss, before Kita and Osamu threw some bills at him. He smiled at you lovingly, his punk rock girl. That had a ring to it, and as time goes on you’ll have more to add to the vest.
Kyōtani liked to think that his vest was a visual statement of his beliefs. From the dyed black denim, the weight of all the pins, to the craftsmanship of your name hand embroidered over the heart.
Whereas a lot of the crew slapped together their vests, Kyōtani took the time to learn skills to improve his. It was his most worn piece of clothing, he wanted to make sure it stood out, the way his blond hair or sharp eyeliner did. But in all honesty, it was the snake bites that made people cross the street when they saw him.
You were his baby girl, his precious little flower that he loved so much that it almost pained him. He never had a girl like you before, and since you had been dating for long enough, it was time his girl got her own vest.
“You want one, baby? A vest of your very own.” He asked one afternoon after he took you out to a cafe. He was watching you dig your fork into the strawberry shortcake you were sharing.
You looked at him, “That would be cool, but won’t it be super hard.”
He chuckled, “Thrift stores are wall to wall jeans. We could fish something out of the piles, I’ll even show you all my tricks to making it the best jacket. Don’t listen to Oikawa for tips, Iwaizumi had to help him.” He smirked a little bit.
You giggled, “I’d love my own vest, it would beat having to steal yours to look tough.”
He reached across the table and wiped some cream off your cheek, “You’re tough to begin with, the toughest princess out there.”
The following week and an adventure across the city to almost every thrift store you eventually found what you were looking for, a well fitted jean vest. Kyōtani thought you looked stunning in it and couldn’t wait to customize it to your liking.
“All you need is a needle and thread.” He took up sewing as a means to fixing his clothes to his liking, and that meant a large collection of thread. He had to thank his grandmother for all the thread and for teaching him the basics.
You soon found yourself in his bedroom, band posters everywhere, the stereo on playing the music he loved. The loud, brash lyrics and the thump of the rhythm that had him nodding his head along as he found some pins to put on the vest for you.
“Hold open your hand.” He said as he turned to you. He watched you open your hand and he placed a button of a cat in your palm. When you looked at him, he said, “It’s good luck to have your pin given by someone. C’mon, put it on.”
You took the pin, looked at it in awe as you stuck it right on the collar for all to see. Kyōtani then got the fabric paint from his desk drawer and sat with you. He kissed the side of your head and you giggled.
“I need a pencil to sketch out the kitty cat on the back.” You said as you tried to imagine how the cat would look on the back. Soon a pencil was placed in your hand and you started to sketch it out. It took a few tries before you got the shape you wanted.
You decided that unlike Kyōtani’s vest, yours was going to be more cute. His was a loud statement about politics, beliefs and ideologies, that all aligned with his punk nature. But you wanted to take a smaller approach, something that contrasted the black and white with splashes of red and blue. He had enough fabric paint to make something pretty cute.
“Can I draw something too?” He asked as he sat with you shoulder to shoulder, his ratty old sketchbook was in his lap as he watched you outline your design, “I promise it won’t be too graphic.” He was referring to there not being something like the melting skull he painted on his jacket.
“Sure, tomorrow when I work on it some more. It’s going to get late soon and I’m getting hungry.” You stretched out your back before you hunched over once more to get the paint sorted out.
Kyōtani continued to sit beside you and sketch out ideas. He kept showing you designs. One of them was a pair of cute angel wings, another was a cactus in a pot with a pastel flower coming out of it. There were many options and he noted which ones you reacted to more positively than others.
“They all look good.” You mentioned.
“Gotta find the best, only the best for my girl.” He said.
By the time you finished the sun was starting to set. He hung up the vest in the bathroom with the fan on to circulate the air better to dry it. He smiled at you as you stood in the cramped bathroom admiring your handy work.
“Good job, kitten. Final step is to put my name on it.” He winked at you.
You playfully nudged him, “We’ll see. Maybe if you’re a good puppy.” Then turned away and left the bathroom. You heard your blonde boyfriend chuckle and follow behind you to hug you from behind and kiss you on the neck.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be a good pup. Just for you, my punk rock kitten.”
ALTKyoutani feels like someone who didn’t plan on getting this far and has moments of staring into space thinking about the life he’s made for himself. So, for as much as they bicker about things that don’t matter all that much, he’s so happy to have Yahaba as a part of it.
