#Konganegawa x reader

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Kinktober day 24 : hair pulling

Konganegawa x Reader

warnings: smut, public indecency, size kink, hair pulling, rough sex

word count: 1,000 (about)

summary: you accidentally turn your boyfriend in public and your pussy pays the price.

Things started to go wrong on the train ride home. Konganegawa was used to being a human shield for you in the cramped cars, having your back pressed against his chest, with one of his arms wrapped around your waist so no one could bother you.

It was raining, so the train was particularly packed. Normally people would give him a bit of space just because of his size but today there were just too many people for anyone to have much room to themselves. And you were closer to him than normal as well. With every turn the train made, you fell back against his chest, your ass brushing against his crotch.

The first time It didn’t do much more than send a jolt through his body. But it just kept happening, until he was fully hard. He was surprised you couldn’t feel his boner pressing against your backside.

“Babe,” he hissed into your ear, trying to get your attention while still being quiet enough that no one else would listen in.

“Hmm?” you asked, craning your neck back to look at him. He flushed and bit his lower lip, he didn’t know what to do now that he had your attention. Konganegawa shifted his grip on your waist to grab your hips and pulled you back flush against his dick. Your eyes went wide, telling him that you felt that.

“Sorry, Do you want me to move?” you asked, trying to push forward, but before you could get forward he snapped you back against his body.

“No then I can’t hide it,” he whispered, besides he thought he’d miss your contact if you moved away from him. Just then the train lurched to the side and you fell back against him again grinding hard against his cock. It was such a surprise Konganegawa let out a gasp loud enough that several heads snapped to face him. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as you righted yourself.

You turned in his arms to face him “sorry you whispered, you glanced down to check the tent in his pants. “I c-can help if you want, it’s kinda my fault anyways,” you whispered. If it was even possible Konganegawa felt his cheeks turn even redder.

“Right now,” He squeaked. What was this? porn? His mind filled with images of him subtly slipping his cock under your skirt and moving slowly in and out of you trying not to get caught.

You smacked his chest “no not here you pervert! I just meant- like come over to my house we’re almost to our stop,” you explained. Oh. he nodded.

The rest of the train ride was painfully awkward, but it was somehow worse when you got off the train and he had to walk to your house while hiding his erection. But finally, you made it to your house and behind closed doors.

“Sorry, Konganegawa, I really didn’t notice,” you said, rubbing your legs together nervously. You were scared to admit it out loud but you couldn’t help but be a little turned on yourself after realizing you’d accidentally been riling him up, and maybe you’d started grinding on him intentionally, feeling his body tense when you brushed against his dick. The moan he’d let out on the train replayed over and over in your head.

“It’s fine,” he huffed. “You’re really going to help me right?” his fingers twitched with anticipation and want to touch you.

“Yeah I meant it,” in a flash, he was on you. For someone so big, you often forgot

how fast he could move. He kissed you sloppily as the two of you stumbled back. He was like an excitable dog having his favorite toy dangled in front of his face. Konganegawa pushed you down onto a nearby desk, you were still basically in the middle of the hallway.

“Need you now- Is that okay?” he gasped before you could answer he started begging “please baby I need to I need to fuck you so bad please,” he moaned shamelessly humping your thigh.

“Yes please Konganegawa I want you to fuck me,” you assured him. He flipped you over, pressing your ass to his groin.

With one hand he released his straining cock from his pants, the head of his dick was red and leaking, it was lucky you’d gotten home when you did, otherwise, he might have leaked straight through his pants. With the other hand, he flipped your skirt up and unceremoniously shoved your panties to the side. God he wanted to give your soft little pussy the treatment it deserved, really worship your soft cunt, but he felt like if he didn’t get his cock inside of you right now he’d die.

He threaded his fingers through your hair raking his nails across your scalp. Before tangling his hands in the treads of your hair and yanking. You hissed, your body jolting at the pain that slowly faded into an achy sort of pleasure. Konganegawa felt his cock throb at the noise you made. He pushed into you in one fluid motion, feeling your walls constrict at the sudden intrusion.

Again, you moaned in pain, but it wasn’t quite the same, so again, he tugged on a fist full of your hair.

“K-Ko, that hurt,” you whined needily, but the way your cunt gushed around his cock told a different story.

“I think you liked it, baby,” he grunted, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, trying his best not to cum right away. You didn’t respond verbally but the way your walls fluttered around him told him all he needed to hear.

“I’m going to fuck you so good baby, fuck you feel so good, gonna make you feel so good,” he rambled incoherently tugging on your hair in random patterns keeping you guessing when the next tug would come. With the way your insides were slowly turning into soup, you had no doubt that he would do just that.

[kiidwritings]

omg i just came up with this headcanon; what if konganegawa taught his little 1 year old girl how to make popping sounds with her mouth. 🥺🥺 it’s basically how they communicate at home.

but now imagine konga is out and your at home with your baby.

you were standing at the stove, stirring a pot of soup, the heat of the stove flame licking against you midsection. your 1 year old daughter was at her high chair, babbling in her incoherent baby language, her little legs swinging and big (e/c) eyes looking around the surroundings of your dining room.

you would occasionally look back at her to make sure she was ok, sometimes giving her a smile whenever the two of you mad eye contact, causing her to let out a squealish giggle. you husband of now three years, konganegawa kanji, was out at practice with the sendai frogs. despite how exhausted you’re usually after a shift at your job, you always try and make a nice warm meal for kanji to enjoy when he came back from practice, belly empty and have had burnt off all his energy during the day.

as the soup was starting to come together, the small sounds of popping filled the room. you glanced back at your daughter and watched as she weakly popped her lips and made grabby hands in your direction.

you smiled, setting the wooden spoon down on a small lid and walked over to her, letting her grab onto the fabric of your shirt and look up at you, letting her lip popping come to a stop.

”yes baby?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you stared down into her identical orbs.

she didn’t respond of course, instead letting out another giggle as she bounced in her seat, blonde hair mopped atop her head moving with similar motions.

you chuckle, giving her a warm smiling and bending dow slightly to cup her chubby face and place a kiss on her forehead. her laughter continues as you stray for a little longer, letting her place her much smaller hands a top yours.

you soon move back to the stove, picking up the wooden spoon and giving the soup another good stirring. not even five minutes later, ”pop pop pop pop”

turning back, you make eye contact with your daughter again, her eyes looking back at you as she pops her lips and is yet again giving you grabby hands.

with a light sigh, you make your way over to her again, this time detaching the high chair’s desk and picking up your little bundle of joy.

her hands instantly make their way towards your face, almost mimicking how you cradled her cheek before.

“hello there sweetie,” you cradle her in your arms and make your way back into the kitchen. “daddy’s not here to keep you occupied so you want my attention, is that it?” she doesn’t need to respond, as the wide smile she gives you says it all.

as the soup starts to come together, you multi-task, holding your daughter securely in one arm and using your opposite hand to continue mixing together the combination of chicken chunks, carrots, peas and various other vegetables.

your daughter turns her head from the swirling pot of broth to look up at you. you eye her from the corner of your eye, lips turning up in a smile as her eyes of (e/c) gaze upon your face. you could see so much of both you and kanji in her.

you turn back to the stove, bringing the spoon up to your mouth to taste a little. the spoon brushing your lips as you bring it closer until-

”pop pop pop pop”

you turn to look down at your baby girl. she stops as she looks back you and smiles, letting out loud fits of giggles and resting her head on your shoulder.

you couldn’t tell if you regretted konga teaching her that or loving how this was basically her form of speaking.

hehe hope you guys like this! it was just something funny i thought’d i’d right in between school and my other request (i swear i’m finishing it!!)

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[glitterge1pen]

Crayons Not Cigarettes

Kyōtani Kentarou x reader, sfw, fluff, word count 2,770

If you looked it up on google the descriptors were "small venue" and "sports arena" and "stadium". The place took roughly ten minutes to walk around, the parking lot was huge, and it had those bright white lights out in the front. The entrance was a bit grand, big pillars with dozens of different sports flags. Tons of different teams, tournaments, and practices were held here.

You were starting your part time job at the concession stands today. You had already gone through the training a couple days ago, all that was left was actually doing your job. You were hoping you had a good shift partner, that you didn't spill any drinks, that people would be nice to you.

Tonight there was a volleyball match, you decide the crowd was decent for thirty minutes before game time. The regular attendees stood in lines at the front gates, waiting to be let in. Walking up to the employee only entrance you struggled with your key card to get it open. This was exactly how your manager had done it on training day. There was only five more minutes before your shift started, you were starting to worry you might be late.

"Turn it over"

You whipped around to see another person standing right behind you. He had blonde dyed hair with black streaks, and his eyes doused in eyeliner.

"Oh, thanks"

You kinda mumble it out, embarrassed that this very cute stranger had to see you struggle opening a door.

"Do you work here too?"

You ask as you hold the door open for him.

"No"

You take his short reply as him saying the conversation is over. You still have to awkwardly walk next to him down the long employee corridor though. After a rather long pause he continues speaking.

"I'm a volleyball player. On game days we get to use the employee entrances and doors."

"Really? That's cool,"

Up further down the hall you can see where your paths will diverge.

"Well I hope the game goes well for you"

He says nothing, but does nod his head before leaving for the locker room area. You turn the other way to the employee office. Put your jacket and bag into a locker, clock in on the old desktop, and walk out to the counter to start your shift. Your shift partner isn't there yet so you begin setting things up at the booth alone.

You flick on all the machines, filling up the icee mixer with dyed flavors, a new pouch of cheese for the nacho dispenser. You unpackage plastic cups, open up different cupboards and drawers trying to familiarize yourself before you have to start serving people. You get change from the back, filling up the register. Finally your shift partner shows up. Just in time to because you start to hear the sounds of people entering.

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Your next shift was for a highschool gymnastics tournament. The concessions stand was in a large hallway between different gymnasiums, wedged between the gift shop and Subway. Since it was a smaller event you were the only one working the counter. Hardly anyone was buying anything though. The fan behind the counter gave a gentle hum, the music rather quiet amongst the sounds of people.

“You still got bottled water?”

It was that guy from your first day. You duck below the counter to grab a bottle, hand it to him and start ringing up the total.

“You guys won that game the other day, right?”

You knew they had won. You had spent your break trying to get a glimpse of the player who you had spoken to. You had only gotten to see him for a few moments, his body in the air, hand coming down on the ball sending it over the net in one fluid motion. After pulling the metal shutters down over the counter at closing, you had walked back to the courts to confirm the score.

“Yeah,”

It was here that another volleyball player came up to the counter.

“I told you that you could use one of my extra water bottles! You didn't have to go and buy one!”  

The other player turned his attention to you.

“Sorry that my scary friend is bothering you-”

“Scary?”

You asked confused, but he kept talking.

“I’m Konganegawa, me and Kyotani are both Sendai Frogs!”

Kyotani.

“Nice to meet you both”

You say.

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Kyotani sat on the counter of the concession stand. You liked it when he was perched up there, he warded customers off fairly well. You were certain that practice had ended a while ago, but you said nothing in fear of sending him away. He didn't always say much, or anything sometimes, but his presence was comforting to you. Even if it wasn't always abundantly clear you could tell he paid attention to you, like he was standing watch.

He knew your schedule, what snacks to buy for you on break, what songs you liked best on your manager's store playlist. He had quickly become your favorite part of work. It didn't matter who you shared shifts with, if you had gotten swamped at the register, or if you had to mindlessly wipe the counters with boredom. As long as Kyotani was there work wasn't ever terrible.

“The team is having a get together”

You had been re-arranging the plastic utensils on the counter but stopped to listen to him.

“You wanna come?”

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“And you like Kyotani? Like you’d want to go on a date with him?”

Yamaguchi was teasing you, his voice trying to communicate how ridiculous he thought the notion was. You had quickly grown close to him after tagging along to a few of the Sendai Frog events. He came to every game and usually made an appearance at the concession stand to chat with you or you would find him in the stands. Today was one of those days.

“You are literally dating Tsukkishima”

Yamaguchi perked up in defense,

“They are nothing alike!”

“That I can agree on”

Both of you dissolving into laughs. Yamaguchi's face steadied and got more serious.

“You really do feel that way about him?”

He asked.

“Yes, I mean even when we first met I thought he was cute, and we keep hanging out more and more, and I just keep liking him more and more”

Yamaguchi looked ready to say something else when he stopped himself. You turned around, suddenly feeling another's company. Kyotani was right there, you wondered if he had heard anything you said but his expression betrayed nothing.

“You're on your break?”

“Yeah, what's up?”

He seemed, you couldn't find the exact word, but it was between dejected and bitter. You wanted to ask if he was okay but he spoke first.

“I thought you'd be watching the game”

“We had been,”

Yamaguchi said, jumping into the conversation.

“Yeah, the first set was just about to end, concessions is gonna be swamped when I get back”

You said, you trying to meet Kyotani’s eyes, to see if they would reveal anything to you but no such luck was granted.

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You try to focus on the customers you have. A dance competition was in the big gym today, the entire place was packed. You hand out bags of popcorn, perfectly filled cups of beer to the brim. At one of the tables placed outside your stand is Kyotnai. He was practically stewing, his aura strong and unavoidable. He was making it harder to count out change and your eyes kept drifting from customers to him. He had been sitting there for a while. You thought that maybe someone else from the team would come drag him back to practice, but that didn't happen.

The last customer in line left, the competition having gotten louder, more intense, pulling people away from the food. That last customer was replaced with Kyotani’s scrunched up sulking, angry face. Normally you wouldn't call it sulking, just angry or annoyed, but he definitely had traces of sulking on him.

“A couple weeks ago,”

He got this part out fine, but the rest of his words came a little more quiet.

“You had been talking to Yamaguchi on your break during a game, who were you talking about?”

You don't know what to say. You stumble over a few words, none of them sounding right. He was so direct and challenging, you felt as if no matter what you said he would eventually pull it from you. You only managed to get one word out properly.

“Why?”

He didn't answer and this surprised you.

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Kyotani stood under one of the lamps outside the main entrance. You thought you could see the outline of a  pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He didn't smell like smoke and you had never seen him do it before. You didn't move for a moment wondering if you could catch him smoking now.

“Hey fuckface! We going or not?”

Kyotani had spotted you and called out.

“Yeah, yeah”

You said rushing over to meet him. You could no longer count on your fingers how many times you had hung out with him. A couple of movies, lots of grabbing food after his practice or your shift, that time you found out he couldn't roller skate, that one trip to the museum. He had kissed one of the statues in defiance when you told him to stop touching things. Unfortunately for him that was the exact moment you had pulled out your phone to snap some pictures.

Today though he was tagging along with you to the store. You needed to pick a couple things up before going home. He had offered to drive. In the car, you recounted that day's incidents. A spilled soda on your pants, a customer yelling at you about their cotton candy, and getting scolded for coming in five minutes late.

“Why are you working there? Not that it’s bad, but you kinda hate it”

“Anyone hates working in a job where you have to give people food and wear a collared shirt, plus I don't hate it you're there”

That part about him wasn’t something you planned to say and you chose to ignore the seinement and keep talking.

“I’m just trying to save up money right now, I have other things in life I want, and you?”

You asked, at the light he stopped to look at you.

“What do you mean?”

“You just have volleyball brain, that's it?”

He hesitated here, it was brief but it was there.

“Volleyball brain is my diagnosis”

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Once in the store Kyotani pushed a cart around while you led him up and down different aisles. You pulled off bottles of dish soap, a pack of clorox wipes. You were going to turn down to the electronics center to see if they had any cute phone cases you might want when Kyotani cut in front of you with the cart.

“Let’s go the other way”

“It’s faster if we go this way”

You tried walking past him but he didn't budge. You huff, and shoulder check him when turning in the direction he wants to go. This happens a few more times. You wanted to loop around to the grocery aisle when he insisted you lap the whole store instead of just cutting past the toys and books. You forgot to grab that extra phone charger you had been wanting and he wouldn't let you pass by the magazines to get it. In the end you had waited with the cart while he went to grab it for you.

When you were loading the bags into the back seat of his car he asked what you wanted to eat.

“You sure you want to go out? You seemed nervous in the store”

You say.

“I’m fucking hungry”

Is all he says, but you know he's trying to lighten the mood from the strange way he was acting in the store. In the car he lets you pick the music and roll the windows down.

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It was a weekend morning and once again you were back at the store. You thought about the last time you were here a couple weeks before with Kyotani. Recently you have fallen into a type of rhythm with Kyotani. You spent a lot of your free time with him, with each other's friends, your lives were almost totally meshed together. More often than not people assumed you two were dating. Even if you wanted that to be true you were still unsure how he felt about you.

You had your basket and were on the way to the check out when spotted a book on display. Oftentimes you would send pictures of frogs and frog merchandise to the Sendai Frog group chat you had been roped into. Even if you weren't on the team you had officially been adopted into the group because “you work for home base!” according to Koganegawa. You picked the book up off the shelf.

They were the cutest drawings you had ever seen. They were simple and rough. Done in crayon which made them so charming. The title of the book was Frogs Go Ribbit! , if the display card was right this was the authors fourth picture book and so far the most popular. You opened up the first pages.

Frogs ribbit all day long

When they snooze and when they watch the morning news

Each frog had different types of music notes drawn coming from their mouth. Some frogs had bright colorful notes, one had notes that looked like plants and flowers, one had notes covered in flames. The one with flames had dark lines drawn under its eyes. It reminded you of Kyotani, if you weren't going to buy the book before you were now. You turned the page. Then snapped it shut.

At the movies buying tickets, during museum visits  

It was you. Sure you were a little crayon cartoon but that was you. It was you and a little frog that looked like Kyotani. That was your hair, your favorite pair of shoes. It was you and frog Kyotani in line buying movie tickets. You pull out your phone and scroll back in your photos to when you and Kyotani had first gone to the movies. It was even the same outfit. On the museum page you gasped when you realized who the other frog was.

Tsukishima's frog had glasses, a figure that was unmistakably Yamaguchi pointing in excitement at a painting next to the frog. There was no way it wasnt Yamaguchi and Tsukki. The green tufts of hair, you had helped him dye many times now so obvious. You and Kyotani were on the museum page as well. Kyotanis frog sticking its tongue out to latch onto a statue while you hit him on the head. Little yellow exclamations drawn around the point of impact. You flipped to the next page.

In the trees, on the court they ribbit, ribbit, ribbit! It fills their hearts!

There was a Koganegawa frog hidden in a basket of volleyballs. Tsukishima's frog blocking a serve from Yamaguchi with its tongue. Yachi was also on this page cheering from the stands. You were crouched down next to Kyotani’s frog patting him on the head, a doodle of a heart floating off him. The rest of the team was there drawn as frogs as well. Sure they weren't wearing jerseys with their numbers, there wasn't a Sendai Frogs banner, but that was them.

You flip through the rest of the book rather quickly. The book telling the tale of how frogs need to take breaks from their ribbits, how they need to eat well, sleep well, and love others. The page with the frogs eating had you feeding Kyotani a plate of flies. When you closed the last page and turned over to see who the author and illustrator were, all that was there on the front cover were the initials M.D. You pull out your phone from your pocket as you start grabbing as many of the books as you can. Your hand finding the contact you were looking for.

“Yamaguchi, you're never going to believe this but I think Kyotani feels the same way I do and you're also not going to believe how I figured that out”

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A/N: ahahahahah I don't know why this ended up so long BUT ALSO LIL FROG THAT GO RIBBIT. And here's the playlist that I listened to while I wrote; cherry sparkling water