#kyouken

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

[A/N]: I wrote this at like three in the morning so it’s a little sloppy. I also have never written for Kyoutani before so I hope he isn’t too ooc

Warning: Sexual themes, implied smut

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“Kyoutani-kun can you please go warm up with the others?” You muttered, head buried in your clipboard as you scribbled something or other down as practice was about to start.

His presence beside you was overwhelming, his intense and silent brooding aura made you want to inch away from the spiker.

You knew what he wanted. Ever since a couple nights ago, he had been following you everywhere, waiting for you to cave.

It was an honest mistake really.

You were tasked with helping him study for an upcoming test so he could participate in the next tournament when things took a turn.

He had kissed you and you had no clue as to what came over you but you kissed back— rather excitedly at that. From there things escalated and you had ended up straddling his lap, feverishly dry humping him. It wasn’t until he almost had your top off that you realized just what was happening and you put an abrupt end to everything.

It felt wrong no matter how badly you had wanted it that night, there was a little voice in your head telling you that it’d be better to stay away from him. And yet the memory of his strong grip on your hips as he helped move you against his clothed cock made you feel lightheaded.

Ever since then he wouldn’t leave you alone, following you everywhere just looking for a second opportunity to fuck his teams manager.

”Why can’t I fuck you?” He suddenly asked, his bluntness making you cringe.

You looked at him, suddenly flustered, “Wha— you can’t just ask questions like that! Now go warm up before I get Iwaizumi.”

His scowl deepened, “Please, let me fuck you,” he suddenly hissed, as if the appearance of his ‘please’ would change your mind.

You just blinked at him in shock, “Iwa-chan!” You immediately yelled towards the court where the others were.

With that Kyoutani huffed, walking towards the others before Iwaizumi even had the chance to yell at him.

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You could feel his eyes on you the entirety of practice so you made it a point to keep your eyes off him.

He really wasn’t making this easy.

Because yes, you wanted to fuck him as well but the idea of getting wrapped up with someone as intense as Kyoutani Kentarou was nerve wracking.

Once practice had finally wrapped up you felt relief wash over you, but the tedious part was always cleaning up the gym afterwards and with your certain managerial duties, it tended to keep you later than you would’ve hoped.

Unfortunately, that was the most perfect time for Kyoutani to strike again as he started following you around like a shadow once more.

And with the other players filing out, you were getting ready to yell at him to leave you alone and go home.

For crying out loud, even Oikawa had gone home, and you still had a few things to do making you tasked with locking up, and Kyoutani’s prescence wasn’t making it any better.

”Alright, what do you want!?” You finally snapped, turning around to face the boy.

He narrowed his eyes, “Why don’t you want to sleep with me?”

”What kind of question is that!? Why do I need a reason—“

”You kissed back,” he cut you off, “You wanted it too.”

”Well I’m allowed to change my mind,” you huffed.

”Well— I thought you liked me!” He suddenly raised his voice, frustrated with the conversation.

You faltered— did he?... does he like you?

A part of you was hopeful, you did like him but there was another part of you that was still aware that getting involved with him might be a bad idea and you always were on the cautious side.

”I’m going to say this for the last time,” you huffed, narrowing your eyes at him, “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”

He narrowed his eyes right back, “Who said it had to be on a bed?”

You sighed, shaking your head at him, before turning around, “You’re impossible—“

You were suddenly spun around by the shoulder, a pair of lips came crashing down against yours before he pulled back, eyes staring intensely into yours, “I want you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “You just want to fuck me—“

”Idiot, I want to be with you,” he snapped, “...And fuck you.”

”I-I um—“ you were truly at a loss for words, but it seemed you didn’t need any as his lips were back on yours.

And you kissed back.

.... you also let him fuck you in the locker room.

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