Haikyuu!! Oneshots

Nail Appointment (Kentaro Kyotani)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to 27kira_dax27]

Requested by: Myself :)

Word Count: 3,570

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
- I know it's common that people think Mad Dog is a distance lover but I disagree. I think he'd be a clingy, 'always proving what's his' kind of lover
- Choking
- Biting
- Hickeys
- Kentaro having no PDA shame
- Mentions of Social Anxiety
- This is not a Oikawa hate account; love the man, he's just an ass in this fic, okay? :,(

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     "Puppy?" I mutter, my focus on my nails. My polish chipped at some point today, leaving a gap in the honey-colored paint I got to match my boyfriend's eyes.
     Instantly, Kentaro is behind me, his chest to my back and his hand around my throat. The rings decorating his ring and pointer fingers are pressed into the skin of my neck, gentle enough to indent the flesh but light enough not to leave a bruise. "Don't call me that," he grumbles, tone harsh but his head dipping down to be closer to my voice. "What do you want?"
     "Kyotani!" My pup's teammate - Yahaba - yells with a stern look on his face. "You shouldn't grab at your partner like that. Would it kill you to act like a gentleman?" Kentaro ignored his teammate, a soft growl and a tightening of his hand around my throat as he rolls his eyes.
     "My nails are chipped," I mutter, his attention instantly on my hands.
     His free hand jumps up, gripping my fingers. Kentaro holds it up to his eyes, forcing my fingers to spread wide as he looks over my nails. "You're expensive. Stop being such a goddamn klutz," he groans, rubbing at the chipped nail.
     That sends Yahaba into another lecture, chewing my boyfriend's ear off about lacking respect for me and talking down to me in 'such a degrading manner'.
     Again, Kentaro ignores him, dropping my hand to tug his phone out of his pocket. His thumb rubs up and down my neck, his fingers routinely flexing against my skin as he taps away at his phone. "Shut up, Yahaba. Your voice is obnoxious," he finally grumbles, showing me the screen of his phone.
     As I look over the screen, the two second-years bicker back and forth. Kentaro scheduled me a nail appointment for after school; four-thirty to be exact. It's Monday, which means it's an off day from practice, so he'll probably come with. Usually, he takes me to get my nails done on Fridays; his other off day of the week.
     The fact that he just paid three days ago to get done is what he's mostly irritated about. Maybe I'll be able to convince him to let me pay for the redo. "Hey, Puppy?" Instantly, his attention is on me again, dropping the fight he's in the middle of. He lets out a grunt, squeezing my throat in acknowledgment. "I'll pay for my appointment."
     Kentaro lets out a grunted laugh, all five fingertips rubbing against my throat now. "Over my dead body. I pay for your nails, end of discussion."
     "Kyotani!" Yahaba yelps again, face reddening the longer the bickering goes on. "Stop being so rude to your partner. You're such an ass. You deserve better, you know that?" He asks, focusing on me as he rambles on about my boyfriend's 'lack' of softness.
     "Ken-Chan is perfect."  The nickname gets me a huff, a turned-up nose, and a tighter grip from Kentaro.
     "Disgusting," he grumbles, his hand finally falling away from my neck. It lands on my shoulder, gripping me as his head lowers. "Have you eaten?" He husks out lowly, his grip tightening on me. I shake my head no, a low grumble filling my ear after I answer. "Did you eat breakfast?" Another head shake and disapproving growl. "Dumbass, no wonder your stomach has been upset all day."
     I'm let go, my little bulldog storming away to find me some food as he grumbles about my lack of eating. Yahaba shoots after him, another lecture warming up as he trudges after my boyfriend.
     I'm not left alone for long, not that I'm really alone. Kentaro's teammates are littered around the lunch table, a few of their partners mixed in as well. "Less Mad Dog-Chan!" His captain's voice rings out, pulling my attention away from my phone. The playboy is beaming in front of me, his favorite fangirl of the day wrapped around his arm. "Where's the Og Mad Dog at?"
     "Probably sticking his foot up your ass," I mutter, sending the captain a strained smile. I don't have a problem with anyone that has an issue with my boyfriend. He comes off as mean, has a bad attitude, and can be quite intimidating, so I get why most people don't get along with him or have bad vibes around him. Despite that, I can't help that I don't click with Oikawa. He annoys me. His ego, his player vibes, his cockiness, his ego again; I just can't overlook how he acts.
     "Oh La La, you little poodle. You got teeth too, don't you?"
     "Ya, and she uses them on my neck every night," Kentaro growls from behind me, the suddenness breaking my defiance instantly. I can be a hard ass now and again, but he's a hard ass ninety percent of the time. "Jealous much?" He grumbles, his hand back around my throat, squeezing it enough to cut off a bit of my airway.
     "Knock it off," Kentaro's ace and arch-rival butts in, smacking the captain upside his head. "You knock it off too," the older boy adds, shooting my pup a glare.
     Kentaro grumbles, head bowing down again to nibble on my neck, his teeth sliding against the skin right above his fingers. "Dumb shitty-kawa. Sizing up my baby, calling you a damn poodle, dumb ass little," he cuts off his ramble with a soft growl, snipping at my skin a little harsher.
     "Ken-Chan," I whisper, tugging my head away from his teeth.
     He grumbles a sorry, his tongue quickly lapping at the sore spot before he jerks away from me; no more teeth and no more fingers pressed into my neck. "I got you a salad - don't start bitching," Kentaro cuts himself off, ending my pouting fit before I can start it. "I got you a chocolate bar and one of those stupid cold coffee things you drink."
     The food is laid in front of me, my pissy boyfriend sitting sideways on the bench as he continues to simmer over his fights with Oikawa and Yahaba. Reluctantly, Kentaro rests his head on my shoulder, shooting glares toward his captain.
     I pop the salad open, working on opening my utensils and mixing the contents and sauce of the salad. Every few bites, I hold a fork full toward him. Kentaro grumbles during everyone, insisting he 'doesn't need that rabbit food' but eats every bite I offer.
     Slowly, his simmering ends, my pup loosening a bit as things settle down. When Kentaro is finally settled, his head shifts, chin on my shoulder so he can stare at my profile. His arms stretch out, one in front of me and the other one behind my back. His joints pop and crack as he stretches, the front arm resting across my hips as the back one toys with my skirt, fingertips balling up the material of my waistband so he can cling to me.
     He uses the hold on my skirt to pull me closer, the leg closest to him being shifted onto his lap. Kentaro's mouth is attached to my neck again, a bit of teasing rising but quickly shot down by a glare. He sucks gently, his canines sliding against my skin now and again as he enjoys himself.
     I swear my boyfriend has an oral fixation, the hickeys coating my thighs, chest, and stomach being proof of that. If Kentaro wasn't worried about ruining my perfect school record, I'm sure my neck would be littered in proof of his mouth too. "Talk," he orders, snipping at my neck again, careful not to nick me like he did before.
     "I think I'm going to do teal for my - "
     "No."
     "- I suppose I can do the honey color again. Maybe I'll get yellow with black stripes on my ring fingers to match your hair," I ramble, doing what my boyfriend wants. Kentaro isn't much of a talker but he enjoys listening, so our conversations are usually me talking nonstop with him offering grunts or short answers in response.
     He happily settles back to gently sucking and nibbling on my skin, one hand clinging to my skirt tighter as the other one starts toying with my waistband. Clingy, moody, pooch of mine.