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maruflix · 3 months

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— ★𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒.

☆ — “YOU ACT LIKE A PUPPY NEAR MY GIRLFRIEND, ATSUMU. I DON’T LIKE IT.”

SYNOPSIS: One of the perks of dating a volleyball captain: you get free access to their jackets.

FEATURING: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kita Shinsuke, Oikawa Tooru, & Ushijima Wakatoshi x f!reader

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

You felt a cold wind blow through your body and immediately shivered in response. It was early November and you had forgotten to bring your school jacket with you. You looked around, seeing Fukurodani students walking home with their friends, laughing and chatting.

The distance between Fukurodani and your house was pretty far. If you decided to suck it up and keep walking home in this temperature, you were certain you would go down with a cold tomorrow. You couldn’t have that, not when exams were coming up.

You turned on your heel and decided to head to the gym.

As you approached the gym, you heard the loud voices of the boys’ volleyball club. Taking a deep breath, you peeked from behind the doors, trying to find your boyfriend. From the distance you saw your spiky haired boyfriend spiking a volleyball so hard that the sound echoed off the room. The ball made contact with someone’s hand but instantly went flying wildly in a random direction… your direction.

You yelped when the ball hit the door, almost hitting you in the face. Everyone turned to look towards the door as you sheepishly waved.

“Oi, Horned Owl Head! You nearly smashed your girlfriend in the face!”

Bokuto Koutarou zoomed to your direction, yelling your name happily. “(Name)-chaaan! You’re here!” He crushed you in a bear hug before you could say anything. “I thought you went home already? Weren’t you going to study or something?”

“Oh, thank heavens. With you around he’ll play well.” Akaashi Keiji appeared next to the two of you, giving you a thumbs up.

“No, actually…” You stuttered out, unable to breathe in your boyfriend’s tight embrace, “Koutarou-kun… can’t breathe…”

“Oops, sorry.” Bokuto grinned unapologetically, finally releasing you, “You’re not gonna watch me practice?” He then pouted, “You’ve been so busy lately! With exams and stuff!”

“That’s why she’s at the top of the class and you’re at rock bottom, Bokuto-san.”

“MEANIE! Anyway, why are you here, (Name)-chan?” Bokuto shamelessly interlaced your fingers with his’, surprised when he felt how cold they were. “Whoa, you sick or something?” He rubbed circles on your hand with his thumbs, gripping your hands tighter.

“About that… umm… it’s really cold outside, and…” You fumbled with your words, feeling yourself grow warmer. You and Bokuto had been dating for months now, but you still felt shy around him. He was just so handsome, confident, and not shy to show his affections, not at all.

Bokuto blinked owlishly. “I’ll give you my jacket! Wait here!” He ran to the other side of the room, grabbed a jacket that was thrown on a chair (presumably his’) and ran back to you, draping it over your body.

You immediately felt warmth. As he tightened the white and black Fukurodani volleyball team jacket around your shoulders, you could smell the faint smell of his cologne, turning you two shades redder. You’ve always liked how he smells like pine trees.

Oblivious, Bokuto put a hand to your forehead. “Your face is red! You should go home soon before you get sick! I’ll visit your house later with snacks, okay?”

This made you even more flustered, managing to squeak out a “T-thank you, Koutarou-kun..”. Your boyfriend ruffled your hair in response, something he often did. “T-then I’ll be off!” At that you ran away, your body now hot and sweating.

“Damn, you’re a lady killer, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi commented when Bokuto finally rejoined his team on the court.

Bokuto smiled. “Really? I can’t help but to tease her since she’s so cute.”

KUROO TETSUROU

Walking home with Kuroo Tetsurou and Kenma Kozume was always relaxing. The three of you had fallen into the habit of walking home together everyday after school. It lasted even after you and Kuroo started going out because your blond friend didn’t give a damn even if he was a third wheel.

Today was no different. Breathing in the crisp autumn air, you linked arms with Kuroo while Kenma walked closely behind the two of you, invested in his video game. “Kenma, we’re approaching stairs.” You called back, earning yourself a grunt from the setter.

“Hey, don’t you ever get cold? You only wear jackets during winter.” Kuroo tilted his head while the three of you walked down the stairs.

Kuroo and Kenma had worn their red Nekoma team jackets while you were comfortable just donning your school uniform. You shook your head at the question. “Nah, my defense is good.” (Kenma snorted at that.) “Besides, I can snuggle up to you, Tetsu-kun!” You smirked, leaning closer to the black-haired boy, who replied with a smirk of his own.

“Damn right.”

After a few more minutes of walking, Kuroo suddenly stopped. “Hey, isn’t that a cat?” He pointed up a tree near the three of you. Looking up the tree, you spotted an orange cat on one of the tree’s branches, looking down at the ground. It seemed to be stuck.

“Oh no, poor cat. I think it wants to come down!” You tried to lure the cat, but it stood rooted to its spot.

“Nope, I’m not going to climb any more trees. I learned my lesson when Lev tried to save a cat and ended up almost killing me.” Kenma huffed, the sounds from his video game not even pausing.

“I’ll save the poor guy.” Kuroo decided, taking off his jacket. “(Name), hold on to this. Wouldn’t want to get it dirty.” He handed you the crimson jacket and turned to the tree, grinning. “Okay, time for you to come down, kitty cat.”

To your amazement, Kuroo climbed the tree with the litheness of a tiger, arriving at the branch faster than you could count to ten. He smoothly picked up the cat, climbed down, and set it free on the ground. “There we go, the day is saved.” He announced to no one in particular, stopping when he caught sight of you.

You stood, enveloped in the captain’s red jacket, zipped up all the way to the top. It was way too big on you, stopping almost under your skirt. You waved at him, the sleeves hiding your hand. “Since you gracefully handed it to me, I’m stealing your jacket~”

“It’s too big, (Name). I think I’m closer to your size.” Kenma paused his game to glance at you before looking at Kuroo, who had his mouth hung open. Kuroo Tetsurou was a snarky, intelligent guy, with a comeback for everything, but right now he is dumbstruck.

“Woah.” Was all he could get out. His body reacted faster than his mouth as his hands went to your cheeks and squeezed them. “Woah. You look cute in that. You should wear my jacket more often, okay?”

Kenma’s video game noises continued.

“Oh, r-really?”

Kuroo offered out an arm for you to take. “Damn, I’ll lend it to you again tomorrow. You better wear it, pretty girl.” He said and gently pulled your arm, linking it with his’, as the three of you continued walking home, your face now a little redder.

KITA SHINSUKE

“Sorry for making you do this, (Name).”

You paused from picking up a ball to look at your boyfriend’s guilty face. Reassuring him for the umpteenth time that day, you smiled. “It’s okay Shinsuke-kun, I had nothing to do anyways.” At this, Kita Shinsuke gave you a rare smile he would only show you.

The Interhigh was steadily approaching. That means your boyfriend and his team would practice a lot more on the days leading up to the competition. Unfortunately, the manager of the Inarizaki boys’ volleyball team had been sick for almost a week. Thus, you offered to be a substitute, acting as a ballboy to help the team.

At first you were a bit scared of the second years, especially the infamous Miya Twins who could be a little… scary on court. You were relieved to find out that the Inarizaki team was actually a group of friendly guys. The twins in particular were almost like a comedy duo. The rest of the second years also got close to you surprisingly quickly.

“(Name)-senpai! Here’s the ball!” As if on cue, Miya Atsumu jogged to your direction, handing you one of the balls.

“Huh? Atsumu-kun, I should be the one to give the ball to you.” Chuckling, you took the ball from his hand and placed it on his hand again. “You’re practicing your serves, right?” You had begun calling the Miyas by their first names to differentiate between the two of them.

“Oh, right!” Atsumu grinned before walking away with his twin elbowing him in the stomach.

Kita stood frigidly, his hands crossed in front of his arms.

“Shinsuke-kun? Aren’t you going to continue practicing?”

Your words broke his train of thoughts. “Mm, right. Well, don’t tire yourself out.” He squeezed your hand before walking away. Sighing dreamily, you watched as Kita’s teammates instantly flocked around him like baby birds. As a boyfriend, Kita was very dependable and calm. You felt lucky to be able to date someone as cool as the Inarizaki team captain.

The practice finished with no problems. As usual, the Miya Twins hung out around you and Suna Rintarou helped you pick up the balls. They were cute underclassmen, you couldn’t help but to dote on them.

“(Name)-senpai, I think that’s the rest of them.” Suna nodded, dropping the last ball into the basket.

“Thank you, Suna-kun.” You handed him a water bottle, “Now sit down here.”

“Ahh, it’s so relaxing with (Name)-senpai around.” Atsumu commented, to which Osamu agreed. The four of you sat together, relaxing. “(Name)-senpai, wanna walk home together?”

“She’s walking home with her boyfriend, idiot.” Osamu bonked his twin brother in the head, making you laugh.

“I know, idiot. I mean walk home together, all of us!” Atsumu protested, shoving Osamu to the side until the boy nearly toppled.

“Is (Name)-senpai okay with that?” Suna asked.

You hummed. “Sure! Let me go get Shinsuke.”

Kita raised an eyebrow at your proposition, but agreed nonetheless. Excited, you dragged your boyfriend by his arm while the Inarizaki captain let himself be led by you.

“Yay! Okay, let’s go!” Atsumu was the first to step out into the cold evening air. “Whoa, okay, that’s cold.”

“I think it’s going to rain.” Suna pointed towards the cloudy sky.

Atsumu glanced at you and saw that you were only wearing your uniform. “(Name)-senpai, do you want to borrow my jacket?” He was already unzipping his jacket when Kita stopped him. His face was as calm as always, but there was an unmistakable glint in his eye.

Kita took off his jacket and quietly helped you to wear them, making sure that your arms were covered. You blushed, your faces inches away from each other. Realizing your flustered state, your boyfriend stared at you and smirked. He then turned towards a stunned Atsumu. “You act like a puppy near my girlfriend, Atsumu. I don’t like it.”

Suna and Osamu stared at each other in shock before the younger Miya twin broke into hysterical laughter. “Oooh, you’ve done it now, Tsumu!” He shoved his brother, who could only gape in response.

“I-I didn’t- it’s not like that! I was just!!”

Kita smoothly laced his fingers in yours, smiling, while next to him, you almost melted to the ground. Even when he gets jealous, your boyfriend is still so cool.

OIKAWA TOORU

Watching your boyfriend practice was now a habit for you. You blended into the crowd of girls who were also watching, unbothered as they swooned over him.

Oikawa Tooru was undeniably handsome after all.

After practice ended, most of the crowd dispersed. You still sat and played with your phone as you usually did, waiting for your boyfriend to come and get you. To your surprise, a group of girls still sat next to you, giggling.

Finally, after a few minutes you saw Oikawa walk towards you, a smile etched on his face. Behind him was Iwaizumi Hajime, his teammate. Before you could say anything, the girls next to you stood up and swarmed the Aoba Johsai captain.

Amused, you watched as your boyfriend’s expression slowly twisted awkwardly. Ever since the two of you began dating, he had tried very hard to avoid his fangirls. He didn’t want to upset you in any way, and he had been very careful with it. You could tell that he was trying to get away, but the girls were just oblivious.

You faintly heard him say “Aah, sorry. I’m trying to go to my girlfriend, you know~?” as he finally managed to slip away from the disappointed girls. He beelined straight to you. “(Name)-chan!”

“Oh, so you finally noticed me?” You weren’t actually angry, but it was still fun to tease him and watch your handsome boyfriend’s face twist into a fearful expression.

“(Name)-chaan! You’re the only one I focus on! Isn’t that right, Iwa-chan?” He gripped your hands, kneeling down in front of you.

Oikawa Tooru was undeniably handsome. But he was undeniably yours.

“Eehh? Don’t rope me into your fight.” Iwaizumi deadpanned, “But it’s true. Even during practice, he kept glancing in your direction.”

“Reeeally?” You weren’t going to stop teasing him just yet. “But you took too long. Don’t you see that I’m cold?” You jerked your hands away from his, crossing them in front of your arms. Even when you were being difficult, Oikawa was always patient with you.

“Oh no, really?” Unbothered by Iwaizumi who was already walking away, Oikawa gently caressed your arms, trying to heat them. “What should I do? Should I hug you, (Name)-chan?”

You snapped your head to look at your smirking boyfriend and immediately looked away, cursing inwardly. “Hmph, you’re always like this, Tooru-kun.”

“(Name)-chan won’t look at me, I’m so sad~”

You refused to look at him because of the heat that was creeping up your cheeks. You didn’t want him to know that he never failed to make you feel like your heart was doing somersaults. He, on the other hand, was always calm and composed around you no matter what you did. It was just unfair.

A few seconds passed until you felt something warm around your shoulders. You slowly turned towards your boyfriend who was now putting his jacket around you. “W-what are you doing?”

“Hmm? You said you were cold~” Oikawa straightened the jacket’s position around your shoulders and nodded, “Yup! As I expected, you look great! Now let’s go eat~ I bet Iwa-chan’s waiting for us.” He held out a hand, smiling.

You took his hand, trying to ignore how his jacket smells exactly like him. When the two of you walked, Oikawa draped an arm over your shoulders, leaning down to look at you. “See? I only want to look at you, (Name)-chan. Don’t pout again, okay?”

“What, you think I’m ugly when I pout?” Flustered, you could only challenge him again.

Oikawa grinned at your stubbornness. “Not at all! It just makes me want to kiss you~”

Sputtering, you could only watch helplessly as your boyfriend’s smirk grew wider. Defeated, you tightened his jacket around your body and snuggled closer to him. Yeah, there was no way you were going to win in a teasing game against Oikawa Tooru.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

“So, you know that this gym is haunted, right?”

That was how it started. Soon after that, the team flocked to hear Goshiki and Shirabu’s (“REAL!”) story about how the Shiratorizawa gym is actually haunted, especially after 4PM.

It was 6PM.

“You’re lying~ someone probably saw a moth and freaked out, thinking it was a ghost.” Tendou waved his hand dismissively.

You weren’t fond of horror stories. Especially ‘real’ ones. Even though you knew it was probably made up, something about the setting being a place you frequent unsettled you. But you could only laugh along with Ohira and Semi, listening as Goshiki and Shirabu babbled on and on about the various ghosts that their friends (“totally!!”) spotted.

“What are you all talking about?”

Your boyfriend, Ushijima Wakatoshi, suddenly popped up from behind you, almost making you scream bloody murder. Sighing in relief, you leaned back into his broad chest, his warmth providing you some comfort.

“Apparently this gym is haunted, Toshi-kun.

“Ghosts are not real.” Ushijima stated nonchalantly.

“Well…. I guess Ushijima-san isn’t scared of ghosts…”

“How can I be scared of something that is not real?” Your boyfriend asked questioningly as his team ‘ooh’ed.

“Damn, that’s hella cool.”

“We need to head home soon, or the coach will scold me again.” Ushijima gently pulled you up from your seating position. You were just glad to head out. The stories were seriously messing with your head.

The team picked up their bags, preparing to leave. But just as everyone was going to walk, Tendou yelled, “LAST ONE TO REACH THE DOOR WILL BE CURSED BY THE GHOST!”

At this, everyone ran for their lives, leaving you and Ushijima behind in the dark. Ushijima looked unfazed while you were just too terrified to move. Everyone was now standing at the doors, huffing and puffing.

“I won! And you’re the last to arrive, Goshiki!”

“Not fair! Wait, Ushijima-san’s not here yet! He’s the one to be cursed!”

“(Name)-chan, come over here! There’s a ghost behind you!” Tendou called out teasingly, fully expecting you to wave him off.

To everyone’s surprise, you screamed in pure terror and zipped in lightning speed. When you reached the door, you were already so panicked that you tripped on the door frame and fell on your face. It all happened so quickly, no one had the time to process what was happening.

“O-ouch..” You moved to a sitting position, rubbing your forehead. You were honestly too frightened to be embarrassed. “Don’t… don’t tease me like that.. I’m scared of ghosts..”

Behind you, an intimidating figure emerged. You felt yourself being pulled up. “Thanks, Toshi-kun..” Your boyfriend dusted your knees before taking his jacket off and wrapping it around you protectively.

“Tendou, are you a child?” Ushijima’s chilly voice took everyone by surprise, “You will stay back tomorrow for extra practice with me.” His tone left no room for complaints, and so the spiky haired boy could only gulp and nod, knowing that the ‘extra practice’ would be tiring. The Shiratorizawa team gave him pitiful looks.

“(Name), are you okay?” Ushijima leaned down to inspect you, and you could only nod, the embarrassment finally catching up with you. “Tendou, aren’t you going to apologize?” Ushijima was a man of few words, but today he had no qualms chiding Tendou.

“S-Sorry, (Name)-chan..” Tendou put his hands together, feeling guilty at your shivering figure.

“It’s okay!” You replied, just glad that everyone was outside now.

“Hold my hand.” Ushijima took your hand and held it tightly before walking like nothing happened. You stared at the team who were grinning at the two of you, hid your blush under Ushijima’s large jacket, and walked next to him with your heart beating out of your chest.

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teamatsumu · 1 year

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kinktober 2023 - haikyuu edition

So here is the complete masterlist i did for kinktober 2023, and it is an all haikyuu special! I’m excited to share all these with you and I hope you like them!

Day 1: THIGH RIDING - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 2: THREESOME - Bokuto Koutaro x reader x Akaashi Keiji

Day 3: PHONE SEX - Oikawa Tooru x reader

Day 4: SHOWER/TUB - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 5: MUTUAL MASTURBATION - Kageyama Tobio x reader

Day 6: ORAL - Terushima Yuuji x reader

Day 7: ORGASM DENIAL - Matsukawa Issei x reader

Day 8: DOMINATION - Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Day 9: SKINNY DIPPING - Hinata Shoyo x reader

Day 10: VIDEO TAPING - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 11: STRANGERS - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 12: PUBLIC PLAY - Tendou Satori x reader

Day 13: GROUP SEX - Seijoh 4 x reader

Day 14: AGE DIFFERENCE - Ukai Keishin x reader

Day 15: MORNING SEX - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 16: DADDY - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 17: DIRTY TALK - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 18: HAIR PULLING - Kozume Kenma x reader

Day 19: SPANKING - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 20: SCRATCHING - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 21: WINDOW - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 22: KNOT - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 23: VOYEURISM - Kageyama Tobio x reader x Oikawa Tooru

Day 24: CAR - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 25: COCKWARMING - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 26: DEGRADATION - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 27: HATE SEX - Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Day 28: DOUBLE PENETRATION - Kita Shinsuke x reader x Miya Osamu

Day 29: BRAT TAMING - Kita Shinsuke x reader

Day 30: OVERSTIMULATION - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 31: BREEDING KINK - Miya Osamu x reader

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a-pastel-edgelord · 3 months

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Shinsuke Kita is a man who likes what he likes and gives little thought to things he doesn't. He'll go about his daily routine: rise with the sun, eat, morning ablutions, out to the fields until lunch, take a break, then back into the fields until dinner, do chores around the house then a small past time or two until it's time for bed. Unless it's the weekend or a game day, then he goes to Onigiri Miya to catch up with Osamu, Gin, Akagi and Omimi around lunch time.

However, he finds himself going to Onigiri Miya a little earlier on some days with the hopes of catching you while you're on shift. You're a part-timer and university student—but Osamu has been telling him that you have the chops to run the restaurant by yourself. "I know I don't hafta worry about leavin' for an hour or so. S'good feeling, Kita."

It's easier to like someone if a friend vouches for them. Yes, that must be the reason he's fond of you, because Osamu is. He arrives at the restaurant an hour early—an electronic bell chimes through as he enters. It's busy as usual but there's no line.

"Welcome!" You look up from the register and beam. "Kita-san! I'll call the boss over, he's in the back doing inventory."

Before he can protest, you've bounced away. He hears a muffled conversation the opening of a door and a moment later Osamu takes your place with a raised eyebrow. "Yer awfully early, Kita. S'not delivery day is it?"

"Nah, nothin' like that. Just... Had some spare time."

"Spare time huh." Osamu repeats, like he's tasting the words for the first time. "Well, did ya want anythin' ta eat? The usual?"

"Sure, that'll do."

"Uh-huh." Osamu leans back to shout into the kitchen. "Go ahead and make Kita his usual!"

You respond in a sing-song voice. "Already started!"

Shinsuke can't help the grin that hitches onto his features even as Osamu casts a wary but amused eye over him. The two men make eye contact for a few beats before Osamu sighs. "Please don't go scarin' off some of the only good help I've been able ta find."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Yeah-huh."

But nothing else can be said on the subject because you emerge from the back with a tray laden with food. There's even a side of fried tofu—not typically part of his order. You must have seen him looking because you hurriedly explain, "The boss said you like tofu, so I just did some up. I hope that's ok." Osamu rolls his eyes and walks back to the kitchen, catching Kita's eye as he goes.

"S'just fine." Kita takes the tray. "But I'd like to repay ya."

"You don't have to do that! It's my pleasure." You try and reassure.

"Then it'd be my pleasure to make ya dinner some time. Could do it today, after the game if that's ok?"

As you fumble through saying yes, Shinsuke savors his first bite of food. Yeah, he could eat your cooking for the rest of his life he thinks. It would be a nice addition to his routine.

#im collecting inarizaki like fucking pokemon apparently #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #shinsuke kita x reader #hq x reader #inarizaki x reader #osamu mention #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #reader insert #timeskip kita x reader #im obsessed with kita deciding to make room for you in his routine #he takes the time because you're worth it #osamu saw this coming for awhile and he's like well if you must #who should i do next?

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haikyu-mp4 · 2 months

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Foreign

word count; 1664 – f!reader, chubby reader

this is dedicated to the amazing writer and my very good friend, @cottonlemonade <3

You were new to Inarizaki this fall, starting in the middle of the semester. What a great time to try and make new friends, right? It is even better when you’re moving from another country and not fluent in the language. Sure, you understood Japanese well, but you could be quite slow in answering, so many of those you tried to interact with simply couldn’t be bothered, especially teenagers.

So when the principal sent an e-mail a few days before you started school, informing you that Kita Shinsuke would be showing you around on your first days, your expectations weren’t very high.

Needless to say, you were proven wrong. You got along very well with the kind boy who had the patience to wait for you to gather your words. It didn’t take long for him to suggest you join a club, asking if you might be interested in managing his volleyball team. He insisted that it could give you a boost into the social circles, but made sure you knew it was all up to you.

Here you are, two days after starting Inarizaki and standing at the entrance of the volleyball court with a tray of one of your favourite recipes from your home country. The tray was pushing into your squishy stomach as you clutched the sides nervously and tried to take a mental note of all the names you knew and the ones you would have to learn.

Everyone’s attention shifted when Kita cleared his throat and gestured towards you while looking at some of his teammates with strict eyes. “This is the girl I told you about, she will be trying out for manager this week so I expect you all to behave.”

Their gazes went to you and you gulped, quickly lifting the tray. “I brought a peace offering,” you said, having practised saying that in Japanese in the minutes before Kita met up with you.

Most of them slowly started coming over, but one seemed particularly drawn towards you, making his identical twin try and speed past him to reach you first. “What is this?” the silver-haired twin asked while fighting off the other one so he could grab first.

“It’s a recipe from my home country…” and as you explained it to him, you were thrilled to see he didn’t immediately get bored of you taking your time with finding the words. While all the other team members came and grabbed their pieces before settling somewhere in the gym to stretch and eat, Miya Osamu, who at some point remembered to introduce himself, stayed put in front of you to listen while munching on and appreciating the delicious homemade food.

“So you’re a foodie too, have you cooked any Japanese food yet?” he asked, and you tucked the tray under one arm now that it was empty, following him as the two of you walked over to where the manager should be.

“I haven’t, my parents don’t know much about it too,” you answered honestly.

Osamu chuckled. “Either,” he corrected, giving you the right Japanese expression for it. “They don’t know much either.” You blushed, looking to the side and only then noticing that the others were gathering to start practice. “But I could show you sometime? My mom and I love cooking.”

That is how you ended up in this predicament, wearing a matching apron with Osamu while Atsumu sat by the kitchen island with a judgy look.

You were a bit uncomfortable at first, wondering if the apron was too tight and exposed one too many of your curves for him to look at you like that, but you tried not to think about it when Osamu was being so nice and lending his time. After all, Osamu had not-so-subtly touched your waist or lower back whenever he had to move past you even if there really was no reason to do so.

“Hey, Atsumu,” you started, using your kindest voice, not noticing how Osamu sharply looked up from where he was preparing the last fillings. “Since I’ll be the manager, why don’t you tell me about being a setter?”

Atsumu leaned on his hand with his elbow on the counter and let his face slowly fall off it with his eyes closed. “Sorry! Almost fell asleep there, you were taking so long.”

Osamu was about to launch a whole spoon at his brother’s head “Ya stupid-“ when you burst out laughing.

It made Osamu’s stomach do flips as he watched you laugh with one hand leaning on the counter and the other clutching your chubby stomach. “You’re quite rude, aren’t ya?” you asked rhetorically, having already picked up a piece of their dialect.

Atsumu perked up in his seat when you didn’t seem to break under his insult, fighting back a smile of his own at how your laughter rang off the kitchen walls. “Pff, shut up.”

“You seem pretty intent on staying around so I can’t be that bad,” you teased, and it held just enough charm for him to accept it.

Atsumu squinted at you before going back to leaning on his palm. “I was just hoping to steal some food.”

You looked at Osamu with your sweet smile and said “What’s next, chef?”

The redness creeping up Osamu’s neck was not easy to hide. “Uhh, right. Just to shape them, really.”

“Is there a trick to make it nice?” you asked, holding some rice in one hand and eyeing the filings.

“If you count rounds, it’s easier than just squeezing randomly, so work your way around the shape-“ he explained, showing you with his rice ball as he talked.

You stared at your hands before shaping some rice and filling it, before grabbing another half of rice and… not making it quite as pretty. “Sorry, could you show me one more time? I want to do it as well as you without using moulds.”

Osamu started picking up more rice before stopping abruptly, throwing it back in the bowl and moving closer to you. That dummy had watched enough clichés to figure this was the perfect opportunity to wrap his hands around yours and show you. He executed said cliché perfectly, and the way your warm hands felt was almost enough to distract him from the task.

“Disgusting, right in front of my salad,” Atsumu complained before finally walking out of the kitchen to presumably bother their mother instead.

The two of you started filling and shaping the onigiri, bumping into each other now and then and throwing out flirty comments. If all the students at Inarizaki were so welcoming, you would be more than fine.

On Friday, after your last class, Kita stood outside your classroom and patiently waited for you. He bowed shortly after you exited, making you return the gesture. “Kita! What a pleasure,” you said.

He gestured towards the hallway so you could start walking together. “I wanted to ask how your first week has been.”

There’s a little skip in your step as you start thinking of this week. “I had trouble with some girls in the cafeteria, but I’m already feeling like my Japanese is developing much quicker so I’m sure it will all work out.”

Kita hummed under his breath, seemingly in thought for a moment before responding. “I see, I’m glad you’re looking on the positive side.” He turned a corner, making sure you followed as he steered towards the gym. “And the team? How are you feeling about the manager position?”

“They’re all very nice. Chaotic but fun,” you said with a soft chuckle. “Osamu has been especially welcoming, even though Atsumu gave me a hard time at first,” you continued, laughing at the last part.

Kita frowned, slowing down slightly. “A hard time? I hope you don’t feel pressured to accept the position, Atsumu can be… he has an attitude, but he works hard,” he excused, using his hands to gesture, and it was the first time you saw Kita look even a tad unsure.

Your short laughter made him stop, looking curiously at you. “I was going to say that if you’ll still have me, I’d love to accept the position.”

“That’s great news.” A small smile appeared on his face and that was enough for you, as you opened the door to the gym and gestured for him to walk first.

Osamu came jogging over the second you entered. “Hey, captain!” he greeted Kita as he passed him, heading straight for you. “How do you feel about trying something more complicated this weekend?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows as if suggesting something much dirtier than cooking.

You shot him some finger guns, smooth as ever as he walked backwards towards the bench area while you faced him. “You’re on!” you responded cheerfully.

“Is my place still okay?” he asked, just as Atsumu walked over and bumped his shoulder, making him trip over his feet. You frantically held your cute, chubby hand out and he grabbed it before you helped him up again. You must have been a sight to see with your matching red cheeks.

“You lovebirds gonna take up the kitchen again?” Atsumu sighed dramatically. You noticed over his shoulder that Suna was filming this as Osamu caught his brother in a headlock.

“Leave our new manager alone!” Aran said in an authoritative yet fond voice. Kita stood beside him with his arms crossed, so you assumed he had told Aran that you accepted.

“So it’s decided?” Osamu asked, and the excitement in his voice was palpable.

“I will was your manager starting today!” you announced, already picking up the basket with their water bottles to go fill them up.

“Will be our manager,” Atsumu corrected, probably about to make another quip at you, only to be interrupted by Osamu chuckling affectionately and coming over to take the basket from you.

Kita shook his head at their antics. This would be a fun year with his team.

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bokutoko · 28 days

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yumie's ring

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

it was a quiet evening when kita proposed.

his granny just left from dropping off some fresh strawberries from her little garden, knowing it was one of your favorites… well, more like she walked with kita as he, ever the gentleman, carried the crate of fruit over.

you didn’t notice her whisper something to her grandson, who only shook his head in response, earning him a gentle smack on the arm and a knowing look from yumie. she then looked to you, giving you a sweet smile and a soft “wonderful to see ya, dear,” before walking back down the porch steps to her little home across the street.

together, you washed the berries, occasionally holding out one to feed to each other. you soon noticed kita’s lips with the slightest red tint, a perfect color to match his pink cheeks. with a shy smile, you’d leaned in for a kiss, and kita’s heart uncharacteristically skipped a beat from the saccharine taste of strawberries on your tongue.

now there you were, the two of you in each other’s arms in the kitchen as the sun finally dipped below the horizon. why you wanted to slow dance in the kitchen with no music, kita had absolutely no idea. but, he humored you because of course he would.

“ya sure are silly,” kita teased, slowly swaying you back and forth to the dull droning of the cicadas outside.

“it’s nice to be in your arms, shin. sue me.” a hand absentmindedly carded through his hair, twirling the tufts near his nape.

and kita wasn’t exactly sure what came over him in that moment. taking in his surroundings, he realized everything he would ever need was right in front of him, staring him in the face with those pretty, sparkling eyes of yours.

there, in the dark kitchen, his gaze didn’t leave yours as he pulled out his granny’s ring that’d been burning a hole in his pocket for weeks now, whispering, “marry me.”

part one | part two

a/n: the recent influx of love on part one?? holy smokes y’all THANK YOU. this is kinda long but take a part two blurb as my token of appreciation <3

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zumicho · 2 months

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she takes work frustrations out on ao3, writing fics about the hot guy living next door — kita shinsuke. he helps fix roof leaks, kill pests, and stands up to their asshole landlord. unfortunately, having a spare key to her apartment leads him to read the monitor she forgot to shut down when she left.

pairing kita x miya reader

tags, cws smau hybrid (no tweets, texts only), language, lots of hurt-comfort, fem!reader, grief at the start, parental issues lol

status : coming soon ; taglist : open, send an ask/reply (27/50)

a/n : this fic is dedicated to dodger ♡ I wouldn’t be writing this if my love for kita hadn’t been revived by 88 ford !! go read go read go read

*no shade to betterhelp, joke purposes only. “AO3 > therapy” lol

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text intros

prologue : lucky number

grew up in the same house, so I know why you lash out. I understand you, more than you think I do

one : the curse (make your bed)

forgot how to cry, who am I to complain?

two : got a nickel?

I know better than to drive you home, cause you’d invite me in — and I’d be yours again.

three : the blessing (say thank you)

I guess it’s all about the things you want but never get

extra a/n: do NOT expect consistent uploads, the profiles/prologue should be out by tomorrow (07/29/24)

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #smau series #haikyuu smau #hq smau #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kita x reader #kita shinsuke #inarizaki #haikyuu texts #haikyuu fic #hq angst #hq fic series #haikyuu fanfiction

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captain-hawks · 2 months

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shinsuke kita x f!reader

a hot summer morning spent picking strawberries in kita's garden leaves you at odds with feelings you've spent years trying to forget.

wc: 2.2k

c: 18+ only, pining, fluff, feels, outdoor sexual activities, dry humping, fingering, see also: emotional smut

a/n: requested by @cheesypuffkins87!

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — HEAT WAVE EDITION

“Yer doin’ it wrong.”

Part of the green stalk breaks in half along with the small, red fruit clenched between your fingertips, and you turn to look at the man bent down on one knee in the dirt beside you, his brown eyes focused on yours.

“I thought you were just a rice farmer,” you tease, the strawberry bobbing as you twirl it by the stem.

It’s a little strange—crouching down in the middle of Shinsuke Kita’s garden, a wicker basket overflowing with peppers and garlic and onions sitting on the ground nearby. Sweat prickles at your temples despite the light, breezy fabric of your sundress, the summer morning sun hanging bright overhead.

It’s strange—after all these years. To see the corded muscles that make their way up Kita’s forearms, his skin tan from long days spent tending to his rice field. His hair is still the same soft shade of silver, black underneath, but there’s something less tame about the way he wears it now, the strands mussed like he’s perpetually been running a hand through it.

His smile’s still the same though, a careful, tentative thing, something that always feels like a secret when you earn it.

(The sight of it still makes your heart flip helplessly in your chest, too.)

You were close with Kita at Inarizaki High, close enough that all of your friends just assumed the two of you were dating (though you certainly weren’t).

You’d confessed to him after your graduation, and he’d let you down as gently as possible, smiling sadly as he reminded you of the acceptance letters to universities overseas that you’d been mulling over for weeks. He couldn’t hold you back.

He’d seen you off at the airport, let his hand linger near your wrist, pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek that nearly brushed the corner of your mouth.

(You’d replayed the moment over and over in your head the entire flight.)

Now it’s been six years and you’re moving back in with your parents for a little while, and you’d hardly been back in town for twenty-four hours when you found yourself face to face with Kita at the grocery store one morning, every compartmentalized drawer of feelings you’d carefully tucked away over the years crashing open and spilling out onto the bright, shiny linoleum floor beneath your feet.

This thing is, Kita doesn’t do social media.

So as your calls and texts naturally dwindled over time, you found the only glimpses you could get into Kita’s life were the brief times he appeared in posts from other old friends like Aran and the Miya twins.

And sure, you knew he’d become a rice farmer—Osamu had once posted a particularly flattering video of him in the middle of wiping sweat from his face with the bottom of his shirt out in the fields, your throat going dry at the strip of his abdomen that was exposed in the process.

(You’d thought about it for weeks.)

But still, you weren’t prepared for the way your heart caught in your throat when you saw him standing there in the middle of the cereal aisle in a white t-shirt and a pair of light wash jeans covered in speckles of paint.

And you definitely weren’t prepared for the way your name still sounded on his lips—a warm familiarity that made you feel eighteen again.

Now you’re kneeling beside a row of strawberries wondering what your life would look like if you had stayed, if there’d be two chairs instead of one on Kita’s back porch.

You drop by his house most days now, and there’s something tangible that hangs in the air between the two of you, unfinished business thicker than the late summer humidity and louder than the steady buzz of the cicadas nestled deep in the towering trees. It’s in the brush of your fingertips when he hands you a cup of coffee and the placement of his hand against your lower back when he hugs you goodbye, feather-light and yet deliberate all the same.

It’s in the vase of carefully picked wildflowers he sends you home with for your mother, and the way he won’t take no for an answer when he insists on helping you to get the old sedan in your parents’ garage running again to save you a trip to the local mechanic.

(It’s in the nearly imperceptible shift in his expression when you tell him you haven’t dated in over a year.)

You’re not sure what he’s waiting for, if he doesn’t realize you’re still head over heels for him after all these years. If he doesn’t know how badly you want to feel the solid wood of his front door digging into your shoulder blades as he presses his body flush against yours and kisses you like you’ve always wanted him to.

Kita sighs, equal parts fond and exasperated as he removes another strawberry from the plant with ease. “Ya might as well let me set up that garden for your mom.”

Balking with faux indignation, you grab a larger berry with much more success this time. “Are you doubting my green thumb?”

The corner of his lips quirks up, just a little. “We’re way past doubt, I think.”

Frowning, you stick out your tongue at him before bringing the strawberry to your lips and taking a slow, deliberate bite out of it, maintaining eye contact with him all the while. Kita’s throat bobs as he watches your eyes flutter closed for just a moment at the sweet, ripe flavor, and you can feel the sticky juice trail down your chin.

When your eyes open, there’s a hand on your wrist stopping you from taking another bite, Kita’s callused fingers resting against your pulse point.

Idly, you wonder if he can feel just how hard your heart is beating as he holds your gaze while he leans in, taking the last bite of the fruit while it’s still in your hand, his lips brushing over your fingertips in the process.

He’s still staring at you as he wipes the back of his hand across his lips. “‘m not a strong enough man for this,” he exhales.

The skirt of your dress ripples in the breeze. “For what?”

Kita reaches out, slowly, and drags his thumb through the juice still on your chin, curving upward toward the corner of your mouth. “To watch you walk away again.”

Somewhere in the distance, the sound of tires on pavement echoes out across the fields. A bird shrieks. The wind chimes at the edge of Kita’s porch whisper and sway.

“Do you want me to stay?” you ask him.

The night.

The day after.

Until you lose count.

Until the well-worn footpath to the garden is carved out for two.

“Yes,” Kita rasps without hesitation, “C’mere.” His eyes are bright with something as you lean forward while he sits back, until his hands are clasping your hips and you realize he’s tugging you into his lap.

Straddling him, you let your arms loop around his shoulders, and his eyes fall shut for a moment as you let your thumb scrape against the nape of his neck, his skin warm to the touch from the relentless sun. When his brown eyes open back up again, they track a path to your lips as he brings a hand up to cup your jaw.

“Shoulda done this a long time ago,” he murmurs, tracing the curve of your bottom lip with a careful reverence that makes your heart ache.

And then his lips are on yours.

Kita’s lips are soft, far softer than you ever could have imagined, but they’re also more greedy, more demanding than you ever could have hoped. Years of want and regret and desire mold the shape of his mouth on yours, the slick slide of his tongue against the seam of your lips, the tightening of his fingers against your hip bone at the breathy little sound that leaves you as he deepens it.

When you break for air, it’s almost regretful, the separation of your lips as both of your chests heave, his brown eyes a shade darker, pupils blown wide. With one hand splayed across the small of your back, Kita’s mouth traces a path along the curve of your jaw, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against the sensitive place just behind your earlobe. You whimper as his tongue laves over the spot, your body arching into him, and his hand slides up higher against your spine, pulling you impossibly closer still.

“Shinsuke,” you accidentally gasp out while his lips are blazing hot and wet down the side of your neck, and he groans, tightening his grip on you as his teeth sink into the space between your shoulder and neck.

He exhales against your skin, rough and a little unsteady, his breath hot and damp. “Say it again.”

It was rare for you to use Kita’s given name—you were always afraid of the intimate weight of it on your tongue (it weighed enough in your heart, after all).

And you’ve yet to use it now, not since you’ve returned, the syllables firmly, stubbornly trapped in purgatory behind your teeth.

“Please,” he breathes out, still waiting.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you crumble for him and whisper, “Shinsuke.”

Kita’s mouth comes crashing back into yours, engulfing your lips in a hunger that leaves you dizzy as his tongue tangles with your own, your body writhing against him as he tugs at your hips.

A searing wave of pleasure rips through your chest as your hips fully align with the movement, your cunt dragging against the erection tented at the front of his pants. Kita cups the back of your head, kissing you deeper as his other hand slides to your ass, dragging you against him.

You gasp into his mouth, your cotton underwear the only thing separating your folds from the friction of his pants with the way the skirt of your dress is rucked up around your thighs. Rocking against him, you whine as you try to chase the rising and falling tides of pleasure dancing over your nerve endings with each roll of your hips.

“Ya sound so pretty like this,” he murmurs against your mouth, a hand sliding beneath your dress to trace the waistband of your panties.

“Touch me, Shinsuke,” you beg.

His eyes meet yours as your mouths part, a trail of saliva snapping between your lips, and he cups your mound through your underwear. “Like this?” he asks, brows raised, his middle finger pressing against your slit, no doubt feeling the way the material’s already soaked through with your arousal.

You clock the moment he realizes how wet you are, his jaw ticking as he swallows.

Bucking a little in his grip, you exhale. “More than that.”

Kita takes his lower lip between his teeth, hooking a finger in your panties to pull them aside, and you watch the muscle at the side of his neck flex as he drags one finger through your dripping folds. “This all for me?” he asks.

You want to laugh.

You want to cry.

You want Kita to carry you inside and take you to bed, to fuck you until you can’t think straight. To make love to you until you lose track of where you end and he begins.

You nod, carding your fingers through the hair at the back of his head, and Kita lets out a satisfied hum before plunging a finger inside of you.

There’s a dizzying rhythm to it, the way Kita rocks you in his lap as he massages your inner walls, one finger quickly becoming two. His voice is gravelly as he murmurs soft words against your lips, telling you how much he loves how wet you are, how good your cunt feels on his fingers, and the coil in your gut wraps tighter with each exhale, each plunge, each stroke.

There’s something so deliberate in how Kita fucks you with his fingers, like he’s already mapped you out, as if he knows how to scrape up every dredge of pleasure boiling in your veins, how to orchestrate every moan and whimper he eases up your throat and past your kiss-swollen lips.

And when you shudder and keen for him, he groans, like the mere idea of how fucking sensitive you are for him is a phantom stroke against his throbbing, untouched cock.

“Come for me,” he instructs you in a low, steady tone, his gaze burning into yours.

He drags his thumb across your clit and curls his fingers inside of you, and you see stars as your climax punches through you, every muscle in your body tensing with the hot, gushing damn of pleasure that comes unbound from your very core.

Kita’s patient as you ride out the aftershocks, kissing you softly while you shudder and whimper and gasp for air, holding you close as you try to catch your breath, letting your forehead drop against his shoulder.

When you finally look up at him, there’s a sparkle of amusement in his eyes as he muses, “I really was gonna take ya for dinner first, at least.”

Brushing your fingers through the mussed strands of hair over his forehead, you reply, “I’m also a fan of breakfast in bed.”

He smiles. “Think I can manage that.”

#kita shinsuke #shinsuke kita #kita shinsuke x reader #shinsuke kita x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #dee writes #spicy sleepover weekend

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kairiscorner · 11 months

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Hey! I'm sorry, I saw you wanted Haikyuu requests and my brainrot is plaguing me with this though.

Ok so, imagine with me: You are dating Asahi or Kita and whereas he is calm at times. You are the complete opposite! You're basically climbing walls, biting him and sometimes jumping on him at random times.

I'm sorry I just love the idea of a calm man and feral partner or maybe it's just self indulgent

OMGGGGGGG YES PLEASE, THEY'RE MY DARLINGS AND THEY WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN WITH A PARTNER LIKE THAT IMO also i'm sorry i defaulted the reader to be fem, this just struck me as a wonderful idea to make pt 2 of "his girl"! though i will give them they/them pronouns, unless you'd like for me to change it!

his girl. (part 2)

summary: nobody would have thought that your chaotic ass could be dealt with; well, one can only be surprised at the fact that he's able to be the mediator to your chaos... or, rather, the enabler (sometimes!) he just can't say no to you, his cute little partner.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ asahi azumane

many would be surprised to see this mature looking high school third year, a giant of a high school third year, actually having a soft heart underneath all his muscles and intimidating looks. he was just the sweetest, and you could vouch for it—because he really had a hard time saying no to you and your antics.

sure, you were smaller than him (and the much cuter one in the relationship, in his eyes) though you were like a firecracker; going off whenever everyone least expected it and just doing what you wanted at any given time.

sugawara and daichi were always worrying for the big man, he was responsible, though when handling you, he'd melt into a big puddle of shyness and utter affection whenever you'd peck a kiss on his cheek or give him a hug. you could never keep your hands off him, to the point that when you were being so clingy to him one time, he came into practice looking all bashful, with you riding on his back, gently biting at his reddening cheeks that just kept blushing due to how cute and loving you were being to him.

he can never get used to how much love your smaller self had for him, he can't take all the love you could give, though he was always willing to take it all and give you all of his love for you. you always surprised him with how hyper you could be, but that was part of the wonderful, lovable package that was you.

"i know, they can get... a bit too much sometimes, but i love them like that, and that'll never change." he'd gush to sugawara and daichi, to which they'd nod and sigh. 'he's completely smitten with them, isn't he?'

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ shinsuke kita

to faze kita is to be an absolutely feral person that nobody, not even the miya twins, could rival in having the most ridiculous antics; and that person was... of course, you. he was a straightforward, seemingly perfect, honors student; the no-nonsense captain of inarizaki's male volleyball team, and, surprisingly, your boyfriend.

he does everything on his own time, everything for every hour of every day had a schedule—everything was predictable because everything has a natural flow to follow, kita believed, until you came into his life and turned his oh-so organized life upside down. your chaotic nature could not be controlled, kita could only do so much to keep you in check—such as personally attending to you whenever he can to make sure you didn't do anything rash nor hurt yourself by accident.

he was always a worrier, much like daichi, and he could never settle down to think until you were safe and sound, not causing any chaos nor finding yourself in any chaos. he did respect your independence and never sought to control your actions, though all he hoped to teach you was self-control and moderation, that you can be as chaotic as you want with him, but make sure not to hurt others nor yourself when doing so.

he has said to you before, you can do whatever you feel like with him, just make sure not to hurt yourself or others—so you did just what you felt like doing when kita was mopping the floors of the gym. you rushed up to him, screamed his name all loudly and sweetly, and jumped on his back. gin, aran, suna, and the twins were there when it happened, and of course, they were all partially shocked to see that kita didn't budge at you lunging at him.

suna filmed you kissing down his neck as kita held your legs in place so you wouldn't fall, and steadied your grasp on him. "my love, i did say you could do what you want with me, but what i meant by that was behind closed doors." he reminded you with a stern, yet soft, voice. he could never raise his voice, especially not towards you, his beloved. mopping the floors would have to be rescheduled for later in the day, looks like right now, kita would be taking you outside to piggy back ride you as you smothered him with all your affection. the most unpredictable part of his days are always with you; they're always the most exciting part of his days.

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angelsleepinggurl · 1 month

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𝐦𝐬. 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥

『"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙮, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩"』

〄 𝐦𝐬. 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥 ━━ ━ ━ ╮ *✧:* ┆𝔎 ⋆ 𝔎┆*:･ﾟ

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭.

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-smut

-strong language

-whole book is in lowercase

-blackmail

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𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫…

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hanmaitani · 4 months

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Pretty Neighbor pt.2

PAIRING - Kita Shinsuke x Reader WC - 6.4k GENRE - Smut CW - copious amount of lead up, noncon voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, dubcon, masterbation, use of sex toys, cunnilingus, soft sex, body worship, Kita isn’t as innocent as everyone believes him to be, Suna is an instigative little shit SYNOPSIS - Kita Shinsuke is the responsible one in the friend group. Quiet, reserved, respectable. Always on his best behavior. That is, until his neighbor Suna gets a cute new roommate. A cute new roommate who’s a little too oblivious for her own good.

A/N: if you wonder how I envisioned this apartment setup

PART 1

Kita Shinsuke was the responsible one in his friend group. He always had been.

He’s usually quiet and reserved, respectable, diligently doing his work and helping others where he can. Always on his best behavior.

Kita Shinsuke was constant. That was what he was doing when he saw his cute new neighbor for the first time. Being constant.

His attention had been grabbed by your small curse and he’d glanced to see you walking towards the neighboring staircase. A light smile tugged on his lips when he saw you trip and a shoe tumble out of your overly full arms. He watched with light amusement as you crouched down and tried to balance it back in your arms.

He was next to you in just a couple long strides, his mouth moving before he could think about it. “Evenin’.” A short greeting but one that was graced with a response from you nonetheless.

“Evenin’.” Your voice was soft to his ears, sweet as the small smile you gave him that had the corners of his lips tugging up even more. But before he could try to respond you were scampering away and up the stairs.

He smiled to himself as he continued on to his own set of stairs, catching a glimpse of you disappearing into Suna’s apartment. He made mental note to ask him about it later.

He didn’t mean to accidentally look into your window, honestly. He’d been caught by the downstairs neighbor for a brief minute, delaying his ascent up the stairs. His attention had been drawn on his way up by movement from the window next to his stairs, the window that usually had the blinds completely drawn.

He’d glanced up to see you leaning up, stringing up some small lights around the window, soft sounds of music and melodic singing wafting out the window. Maybe, he thought to himself, he didn’t so much mind his little run-down apartment anymore.

He'd had to face Aran’s questions when he entered the apartment still smiling. He found himself thinking about the cute neighbor as he tried to go through his usual evening routine. Wondering when he would be able to see you again.

He didn’t have to wait long, quite literally almost running into you while leaving for work the next morning. You’d looked up at him, eyes widening quickly as you recognized him.

He let a smile pull on his lips at how cute he thought you looked, “Mornin’.” He greeted, trying to be kind as possible. He thought you looked like a skittish cat, ready to flee at any sudden movement.

“Mornin’.” You squeaked out in response and he watched as you dashed off just as quick as the night before.

He'd sighed at the lack of interaction, how fast you were willing to leave, but moved towards his car, careful to not be late. The interactions with you, however, weighed on his mind. He spent most of his day, with the thought of you sitting pretty in the back of his mind, not quite impeding on his routines but constantly present nonetheless.

He would like to say he wasn’t disappointed when he pulled back into the parking lot at the end of his workday and saw that the car you’d gotten into this morning wasn’t there. But he was a little disappointed. A little sad to see the blinds pulled shut on the window, no little fairy lights hanging and turned on. A little disappointed he didn’t run into you while making his way to his apartment like he had the night before.

He refused to let it disrupt his routine, however, and just like clockwork, he slipped outside late at night, just in time for the elderly woman a few doors away to appear, her car pulling up with groceries in the back. He smiled fondly as she tried to load the bags into her arms, his feet already carrying himself down the stairs towards her.

“Lemme help ya, ma’am.”

He tried his hardest to listen to her gushing the same story she told every week and her attempts to set him up with her granddaughter. He smiled and appeased her, but his attention was taken by the familiar car pulling into the spot next to where Suna’s was supposed to be.

Distracted by you, the girl who nearly tumbled out of the car, hand holding onto the frame of the door as you steadied yourself. Distracted by you as you came fully into his view, the lights from your car seemed to reveal some bruises across your skin, too dark to be just plays of shadows. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw what seemed to be some cuts across your legs.

He tilted his head to try and see better as you piled things into your arms before shutting the door. He wanted to catch your eye, to wave a ‘hello’ but it was stopped by the elderly woman who he’d been helping.

“You’re always so sweet for doing this Kita dear.” He smiled down at her.

“Ya needa stop comin’ ‘ome wit groceries s’late, ma’am.” She hushed him and waved her hand. “I’s safer fer ya durin’ the day.”

He stayed sweet towards the elderly woman, taking her groceries inside for her to help her put them away. By the time he got to throw another glance over his shoulder, his cute neighbor was already almost at the stairs. He shook the disappointment out of his head and resumed his routine of helping the elderly woman.

He unloaded her groceries diligently. He placed items where she requested and politely declined her requests to invite her granddaughter to come meet him. His usual routine.

By the time he was finally making his way back to his apartment he smiled at the window next to his staircase. Blinds pulled up halfway, lit up by some fairy lights. He couldn’t help but be curious as to what you were doing, if you were playing music like before, singing as you put something up like you had the night prior.

He didn’t mean to glance over at the window as he passed it on the stairs. His face blushed a deep red as he took in the scene in front of him.

He could see you sitting on the end of your bed, cleaning a large scratch on your leg with some cotton. Your hair was still wet as it fell down your bare back. Bare. Because you were clad in only a towel. A towel that barely covered your lower half.

He snapped his gaze away from the mirror and rushed to get himself inside. His face was still hot when he made his way to his room., telling himself that he wouldn’t ever do it again.

That was short lived. He didn’t mean to; swore he didn’t mean to. But when he left for work in the morning, he couldn’t help himself. It was just a glance, to see if you were still there. You were and he had to do a double take.

His hand gripped the railing tightly as his eyes raked quickly over your body. His lips parted softly as his eyes were caught on your bare back. Your legs were tangled up in your comforter but most of it was pressed under your bare torso. In fact, the only piece of clothing on your body was a tiny pair of shorts that had rode up slightly.

Kita swallowed hard as his eyes traced the curve of your ass and up your bare back. Your hair was gathered around your shoulders, the smooth lines of your back exposed to his eyes. His breathing stuttered at how beautiful he thought you were.

You stirred slightly and he snapped himself out of his trance. His eyes aiming back ahead of him and continuing down the stairs. He berated himself as he went, for acting like a creep, for letting himself invade your privacy like that. His face was red as he made his way to his car, a little later than he was supposed to, breaking his routine for the first time.

That night he tried to force himself to avoid looking in the window. He truly did try his hardest. But seeing your shadow move around caught his attention as he started up the stairs.

It was just a glimpse, the movement of you pulling your shirt off by the window. He saw the curve of your breasts in your bra and he stopped himself from continuing to look. He shook his head hard and trained his eyes down. Watching his feet as they carried him to his front door, using the entirety of his willpower to not look back up.

He slipped back into routine of the morning, refusing to look behind him as he left, didn’t run into you on his way to his car either. There was a weird tug in his chest at the miss of seeing you, a weird need to glance back at your window as he got into his car.

An easy feeling settled over him when he saw the blinds moving a little bit and your shape moving around up in your room. He willed himself to leave, telling himself that maybe he’d run into you when he came home.

He did see you, as he parked his car into his spot that evening. You were standing in front of the stairs leading up to Suna’s apartment, laundry basket tucked into your arms. He couldn’t tell why you weren’t moving until he’d opened his car door. He strained his ears as he reached for his bag and could just barely hear the sweet lull of your voice.

“Sorry, I just have to get up the stairs.” He watched as you shifted on your feet, moving your laundry basket ever-so-slightly. He could see past you now.

“Go ahead.” The man in front of you replied. Kita’s body tightened as he recognized the man sitting on the stairs in front of you. Suna’s freak of a next door neighbor. Someone he’d thought had been kicked out already, especially after the altercation that happened the month before when the cops had to be called.

“I don’t want to accidentally hit you,” your voice was still sweet and he could hear it shaking slightly, “if you wouldn’t mind just for a moment—” Kita’s feet were already carrying his body towards you before he could think about it.

“Are you saying I can’t take a hit?” The man’s voice raised and Kita watched as the cute girl, you, flinched back slightly. Kita’s steps quickened, closing the distance. “I can take a hit; I’ve been hit before.”

Kita nearly growled as he stood protectively behind your smaller frame. “S’common cour’sy.” The words rolled out of his mouth without thinking, his hand laying gently, protectively on your upper arm, attempting to keep you away from the man that was now in front of both of you.

He was looking straight over you, glaring at the man who was making his cute neighbor so uncomfortable. He tried to shake the feeling filling him out of his head, attempting to ignore how your skin felt against his own as he guided you to step back, placing himself in between you and the other neighbor.

“Yer only a couple complaints ‘way from getting’ kicked outta ‘ere. Watch yerself.” He tried to stay calm, to ignore the urge to grab the man in front of him by the collar and toss him out of the way. He didn’t know where the rush of anger came from, but he wanted so desperately to protect you, the girl now standing behind him. “Jus’ let the pre’y lady pass.”

The man didn’t seem to want to back down. Trying to square up to Kita, he stood up and took a step forward. “I don’t like the tone you’re asking in.”

Kita, always quiet, reserved, and respectable was quickly losing his temper. He stepped forward, squaring his shoulders, putting himself between the weird neighbor and the stairs. He moved his hand back to you behind him.

“Wasn’ askin’.” He dropped his tone, a dark look crossing his eyes as he took another step towards the man. Kita guided you behind him, blocking you from the man in front of you.

“Thank you.” Your breath brushed against him as you walked hurriedly up the stairs. The words were soft from your lips and he wished so desperately to follow after you, but he couldn’t leave with the creep in front of him acting the way he was.

“Who do you think you are!” The man in front of Kita raised his voice again, offensive as opposed to the way that he was stepping away from Kita now. “You can’t keep me from sittin’ on my own stairs!” He exclaimed.

“’m not.” Kita said plainly. “’m keepin’ ya from harassin’ the pre’y lady, fer no reason.” He stepped forward again before he felt a presence step up beside him.

“So you bothering my new roomie?” Suna asked with a bored tone. The man grumbled as he realized the two men weren’t going to move from the staircase. Quickly making himself scarce, Kita didn’t relax until he was out of sight.

“Thanks for protecting y/n, I’m sure that she appreciates ya for that.” Suna sighed as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder. “Should go check on her though.”

Kita nodded lightly, watching as Suna disappeared up the stairs, unlocking his door easily and slipping inside. Kita paused as he turned back towards his own door.

Y/n. Your name was y/n. It was pretty, just like you. He smiled lightly as he noticed your light turn on in your room. That was one step closer to knowing you.

The next few days were mostly uneventful. He would sometimes catch you in the mornings when you left at the same time, quiet 'mornin''s passed between you both. Kita always talked himself out of furthering the conversation for the sake of them possibly being late.

He tended to not run into you in the evenings when he came home. He was often left longing to just have a conversation with you, thinking about how maybe he could catch you in a conversation through the window as he walked up the stairs.

That was before he realized how creepy it might come off if he acknowledged he could see you through the window. Especially when he caught himself looking in your window more and more, accidentally catching glimpses of you as you changed. Accidentally peering in to see your naked form barely covered by your blankets as you slept.

He’d never felt more annoyed with himself as he did on those mornings that he did that. Lecturing himself over the indiscretion and how he should stop doing it. Only to find himself accidentally doing it again. To find himself watching you as you walked away from him in the morning. Remembering how soft your skin felt under his touch.

All of it came to a head the day he decided he really needed the casserole dish back that he’d lent to Suna nearly a month prior. He had accomplished the feat of going down the stairs without glancing over at your window, reaching the bottom of the stairs just in time to see Suna rushing over towards his car.

“Suna!” Suna’s head snapped towards Kita, pausing his rush for a moment. “Wonderin’ if I could get my dish back, the one I lent ya.” Suna tilted his head for a moment trying to think. “Wanted to use it t’make some food tonigh’.”

Suna nodded lightly. “I’m in a rush to meet Mizu, she’ll kick my ass if I’m late again.” He fiddled with the keys on his ring before tossing something shiny over to Kita. Kita caught it before realizing the object was a key. “I gotta go, but feel free to have a look around, I’ve got no idea where it is.”

“Yer not gonn’ need it?” Kita asked, staring at the key in his hand.

“Not comin’ home tonight!” Suna shouted back, leaning himself into his car, “see ya!”

Kita sighed at the rush his usually calm neighbor was in before training his eyes back up to the door. What was the worst that could happen?

He felt wrong entering the house on his own. Knocked first, but didn’t seem to be heard. He turned the key carefully, feeling wrong entering the space without one of the current residents. He sighed as he slipped off his shoes, locking the door behind himself. There was no response when he called out into the apartment and figured that the pretty resident living here was occupied.

He sighed and made his way towards the kitchen, the entire apartment a replica of his own’s floorplan. He spent ten minutes rummaging through the kitchen, cursing Suna’s disorganization. Ten minutes before deciding that a resident of the apartment might have better luck. He glanced towards the hallway, his feet carrying him before he could think.

There was the sound of the tv coming from behind the door and he winced as he resolved to knock. “Y/n?” Your name felt foreign on his tongue but he persisted. Knocking and calling again. He winced at the lack of answer, but he was determined to make that food tonight. It wouldn’t hurt to just grab your attention.

“Y/n?” He called again, his hand slowly turning the knob on the door, easing it open slowly. He was trying to call your name again when his voice died in his throat, unprepared for the sight in front of him.

Kita’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight. The pretty neighbor that he’d been catching glimpses of from the window was splayed out on the bed.

Your body was completely bare, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You had headphones over your ears, the reason why you hadn’t heard him trying to get your attention. Your mouth was parted lightly, soft moans falling out with your eyebrows scrunched together in focus.

He watched as your hands, much smaller than his own, pressed between your thighs. Your knees were bent up, one hand loosely holding a vibrator to your clit, the other trying to work the tip of a pretty purple dildo into yourself.

He swallowed hard as he watched your wetness pool out of you, covering the head of the dildo. He was ashamed in himself at the way he could feel himself harden in his pants, at the way he imagined what you would look like trying to stretch yourself around his length.

He clenched his jaw as he saw your body arch slightly, your head falling further back into the pillow. Small whimpers falling from your mouth.

He watched your muscles tense and he couldn’t draw his eyes away. Couldn’t bring himself to make a single sound as he watched you bring yourself closer to the edge. Right up until the point where he watched your back fall back down as you groaned in frustration.

Your eyes stayed closed as you took a deep breath and he found himself closing the door as you started again.

Kita Shinsuke was the responsible one out of all of his friends. He’s quiet and reserved and respectable. He’s always on his best behavior. Except this moment, when he threw caution to the wind.

When he decided to risk it and take the consequences. When he walked over and knelt at the bottom of the bed, deciding that he, just once, could do something selfish.

Your body froze as you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. Your eyes flew open and you glanced down to see a head of gray and black hair.

The cute man from next door, whose eyes were trained on the space between your thighs.

You squeaked, trying to sit up quickly, embarrassment filling your body, face heating up as you tried to snap your legs closed. He glanced up quickly, eyes darker than you’d known them to be before they softened upon meeting yours.

He didn’t let go of your wrist that was gripped around the dildo. Instead, his fingers rubbed circles into your wrist. His second hand brushed up your bare thigh, goosebumps raising after his fingers as he leaned up onto the bed. His fingers lightly pulled the headphones off of your ears and you were greeted by the sound of your tv playing once again.

“Ya can tell me to stop.” His voice was deep, sending a shiver down your spine as his eyes raked over your body. You felt so insecure under him, like his gaze was analyzing your body’s every twitch. “But ya look so pre’y like this.” Your chest tightened, sending heat rushing down towards your core. “Ya gonn’ lemme help?”

You almost said no, thought about it, but the way he was eyeing your body, the glances you’d stolen at him over the past week seeped into your mind. What was the worst that could happen? You whimpered and nodded lightly at him.

A smile pressed onto his lips and he brushed his hand against your thighs, easing them back open. “Yer so pre’y.” He mumbled.

You whimpered as he guided your hand to grip the base of the dildo harder, his other hand pressing the on switch to the vibrator again, helping you press it firmly to your clit. You let out a shaky moan as you collapsed back onto the bed, your eyes squeezing shut.

It sent a shock up into your body, the embarrassment of being splayed out like this and the pleasure it was causing to course through your core sending mixed signals to your brain.

His hand, wrapped around yours, began to push the tip of the dildo back in. You whimpered out a moan as you felt yourself stretch lightly. He groaned at the resistance, eyes trained on the wetness seeping out of you.

“Ya gotta relax, y/n.” You whined at the sound of your name falling out of his mouth, you didn’t even have the energy to question how he’d known it.

The vibrations traveling through your body from your clit was sending your mind into a haze. Your sharp gasp escaped your lips as he helped you ease the dildo into your cunt another inch.

“Yer so tigh’.” He groaned and you moaned at the praise. “Bet ya’d feel ‘mazin’ ‘round me.” You whined at the thought of it. Would he stretch you better than the dildo, dip into you further?

“Fuck, please, wanna cum.” You whined mindlessly, barely aware of his grip tightening around your wrists.

You could feel the tightness pulling at your stomach, you could feel yourself tightening around the dildo. Breathless moans falling from your mouth as your head fell back, back arching as he guided your hands. You whined as you couldn’t keep up with the edge you were chasing.

You heard the pretty man tsk from between your legs. “No wonder.” He released your hands and you whined as your orgasm fell away from you before you could reach it. “Ya go a li’le slack there darlin’.” You let out a strangled protest as he pulled the toys out of you and pushed them off to the side. “I’ll take care o’ ya.” He traced his fingers across your wrists, dragging them up with him as he placed himself on the bed between your legs.

“What—” you started, watching as he hovered over you, pulling your wrists to lay up by your head.

“Jus’ need ya to relax.” He whispered, his voice sending shivers up your spine as he pressed a soft kiss against your jaw. “Wan’a hear ya moan my name. Can ya do that fer me?” You whined as you felt him nibble onto your neck lightly, nodding softly as he traced kisses along your skin.

“Strangers shouldn’ be doin’ this.” He let his fingers trace up your arms and you let out a shaky breath. “Kita Shinsuke.”

His hands brushed against your sides lightly. “Shi—Shinsuke.” You repeated back with a whimper as he cupped one of your breasts.

“Will ya say it ‘gain fer me.” He kissed down your chest lightly, kissing the tops of your breasts. “Ya look so perfec’. Pre’y like this.”

You moaned his name again softly as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tongue lapping at it lightly.

“These fi’ in my hands jus’ right.” You whined as he palmed your breasts, kissing down the middle. He kissed all the way down, pulling small gasps out of your lips as made his way back between your legs.

“Can’tell ya how many times I though’ ‘bout havin’ ya like this.” You whined as you felt his hot breath against your core.

“Shinsuke.” You whimpered, your fingers winding into his hair.

“Jus’ keep sayin’ it, love. Lemme take care o’ ya.”

You nodded lightly as he pushed your knees over his shoulder. He nudged his nose against your clit and your breath hitched. Your eyes fluttered shut easily as he pressed his tongue into you easily. He moaned into you and your breathing stuttered.

“Ya taste so pre’y, darlin’.”

You cried out as he licked into you desperately, pace quickening as your moans increased in volume. Breathy sounds of his name fell from your lips as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You whined as his fingers pressed to your entrance, easing two in slowly. Whispered ‘please’s and whimpers of his name fell out as you felt your core tightening up again. “Wan’ cum please.”

He hummed against you and curled his fingers up, licking diligently at your clit as you felt sparks running down your spine. Your back arched as you cried out whines of his name, feeling yourself barreling towards the edge.

Your legs clamped closed around his head but he seemed unphased as he pushed you into your orgasm. You whined at the immediate feeling of overstimulation, your fingers pushing at his head, trying to detach him from you as he sent more sparks running through your veins.

He pulled off slightly, pressing soft kisses into the inside of your thighs as he massaged circles into them. “Ya taste so sweet, can’ get ‘nough.” You watched dazedly as he licked across his lips trying to lick up your cum left over on them. “Coul’ stay ‘ere all day.”

You panted, watching as he leaned up onto his knees, your eyes trailing his fingers as he undid the buttons on his shirt, easily pulling it off. You tried to lean up to reach for him but he tsked you and pushed you back down easily.

“No.” He said softly, kissing the corner of your mouth as he hovered over you. “This s’all ‘bout ya darlin’.”

He pressed his lips to yours finally, his hand cupping your cheek and lifting your jaw up to his. You could taste yourself on his lips and he swallowed the moan you let out. You let your hands fall against his chest, tracing the outlines of his muscles as his hands moved down to unbutton his pants.

“Wanna,” you whined as you kissed him again, “wanna feel you please.”

Shinsuke let out a soft chuckle as he kissed your lips again. “All ‘bout ya darlin’.” He whispered into your lips, pushing his pants down his legs.

You let your eyes rake over him as you did, the first time you really had the chance to fully appreciate his beauty. His gray and black hair was messy from the previous ministrations of where your fingers had tugged at the strands. His shiny brown eyes trained down between your bodies as his fingers brushed against your skin.

His long pretty fingers, soft and rough at the same time, sure of themselves in their movements but handling you with care. Your own fingers longed to brush against the dips along his hips, to trace the trail down lower. Longed to rake nails against the course hair that led to what you now wanted most.

A soft moan fell out of his kiss-swollen lips as he nudged the head of his cock against your clit.

“Shin,” you whined out the nickname, “please wanna.”

He groaned at the sound of your voice, leaning up to catch your lips with his again as he slowly eased the head of his cock into you. You breathed in a shaky breath as his mouth fell open against yours.

“God darlin’. Ya feel s’good.” He moaned into your mouth, kissing you again. He eased his hips forward a little more, drawing a moan out of you. “Feel s’tigh’ ‘round me.” Your head fell back into the pillow, soft moans falling out of your lips as he pushed the rest of the way in. “Ya look s’pre’y b’neath me.”

“Shinsuke.” You moaned, drawing out his name as he brushed his hands against your thighs softly, pulling your knees up to his hips. You felt yourself clench around him and the moan he let out made you unintentionally do it again.

“Fuck, can’ help it.” He groaned, eyes glazing over as he leaned up to look down between you both, eyes tracing over your body. “Yer s’perfec’.” His voice was rough against your ears as his hand pulled your knees together in between your bodies. “m’sorry. Can’t help it.” He groaned as he pushed your knees closer to your chest. You let out a squeak as he pressed in deeper.

You felt your eyes roll as you he dragged his cock out slowly before thrusting back in quickly. You let out a curse and he repeated the motion.

“M-more please.” You moaned out, barely catching the soft smile he gave you.

“Anythin’ fer ya, pre’y.” He moaned and leaned down to kiss you, subsequently pushing himself more into you. You let out a strangled moan against his lips as he picked up the pace, his speed quickly becoming brutal.

You let out a pathetic whine as his hips adjusted and the tip of his cock hit a spot in you that had you seeing stars. “Right—” you moaned loudly as he picked up what you were trying to say and his hips began to move incredibly faster.

You cried out calls of his name as he bullied the head of his cock into that sensitive spot repeatedly. Words tumbled out of your mouth with no meaning, mixed in with pleas and curses and versions of his name.

“Ya gon’ cum fer me darlin’?” He whispered against your neck, his lips pulling some of the sensitive skin and sucking a mark into it.

You moaned again, slurring out a flurry of ‘yes’s, your eyes rolling and your back arching as you felt the pressure of your orgasm building quickly. Crying out another call of his name you felt his grip tighten on your body.

A flurry of curses left his lips against your skin. “Wan’ my cum?”

Your head was nodding fervently before you could register it, your hands trying to find purchase on your sheets as you felt yourself tumble over the edge. The sound of his moans in your ear sent your senses into overload and his rhythm got sloppy, his speed and strength still not wavering.

“So pre’y takin’ me.” He whined into your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin he’d just marked. “Cum fer me ‘gain m'love.”

You whined at the overstimulation, your nerves on fire from your orgasm not calming as he continued to pound into your g-spot. “Wanna—”

You whined as one of his hands came down between the two of you, his fingers picking up quick but light circles around your clit. “Wanna feel your cum, Shinsuke.”

You choked out another moan and cried as you felt yourself rushing towards the edge again, your body tensing up. Your hands pressing against his chest pointlessly trying to relieve the overwhelming pleasure.

His groan against your skin was broken, your name falling from his lips easily as his hips stuttered. Keeping his hips pressed firmly against yours, he let out a strangled moan. He pressed his lips back to yours and swallowed your cries as your orgasm crashed over. Your nails dug into his arms, leaving crescent shaped marks.

You whined as he slowly pulled out, his fingers rubbing easily into your muscles as he unfolded your legs. Your breathing was still staggering as he easily stretched your body back from it's cramped position.

“Ya need to keep yer window shut when ya change, darlin.” You tilted your head at him, confused as he rubbed his fingers into the sore spots of your hips. “I can see ya from my steps.” He smiled lightly as he felt your legs tense up. “Relax darlin’ I jus’ worked hard to relax ya.”

He brushed his fingers against your core and gathered up some of his cum that was leaking out. You whined as he pressed it back in. “This sight, righ’ ‘ere.” He raked his eyes over your body and you felt the urge to shrink. “I wan’ it to be all fer me.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, your mind still in a post-orgasmic haze, trying to figure out if you heard him correctly. “What do you mean?” You asked breathily, as he smiled down at you. He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheekbone.

“I mean,” he whispered, “anytime ya wanna be taken care o’, ya come t’me. It’ll be my job now.” He hummed in question, but you didn’t protest that arrangement. You didn’t mind it. You watched him pull away from you, him slipping his clothes on easily.

Your breathing paused, waiting for him to walk out the door. Instead, he placed his hands on your waist, guiding you to stand slowly. Your eyes watched his movements easily as he looked down at you, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Shinsuke?” You whispered in question but he just smiled, eyes taking in your every movement.

“Yer beau’ful darlin’.” You swallowed hard, your face heating up as you looked down. “Ya should grab a show’r. M’gonna make ya somethin’ to eat.” You tilted your head at him in confusion but he left you no choice as he guided you down the hall and to the bathroom. “C’mon darlin’.”

You were confused, but showered quickly, washing your body slowly, the soreness in your core reminding you of the man who would probably be gone when you left the bathroom. You sighed as you wrapped your towel around your body and braced yourself to be alone when you reopened the door.

Shinsuke’s hand wrapped around your waist easily as you stepped out, however. “Drink this,” he pressed a glass of water to your lips and you looked at him with wide eyes. “I’ve gotta go, but there’s food on ya counter.” You watched in awe as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Close ya window, darlin’.”

You spent the rest of the night reeling from the interaction, trying to ignore the millions of questions racing through your mind. Spent the next morning sitting on the couch and eating your breakfast slowly as Suna talked your ear off about boys he could try to hook you up with.

You hadn’t found it in yourself to tell him about Shinsuke from the night before yet, your brain still trying to wrap itself around the events.

Suna dragged you out to lunch that day. And with your luck, you both ran into Shinsuke.

“Hey Kita.” Suna greeted as you both passed him. Your eyes lingered on his arms, the muscles that tensed under his t-shirt. The muscles that bore the light markings of your nails from the night before.

“Suna,” Kita nodded at him before regarding you with a soft smile, “y/n.” You swallowed as you remembered how your name sounded on his lips last night. Rolling off his tongue as he came inside of you, as he kissed your skin, as he-

“Hi Shinsuke.” You muttered back, eyes training on the way his fingers wrapped around the strap of his bag. Of how his hair was combed perfectly now compared to the mess your fingers had made of it the night before.

You barely noticed the way Suna’s eyes flitted between you two, narrowing at the way your own eyes traced each other’s forms. You missed the way he let a smirk cross his lips in realization as he guided you away. “Sorry, lunch plans, catch you later?”

Lunch was a blur and so was most of the rest of the day. You kept glancing at your window, with the blinds pulled closed, just as Shinsuke had asked of you. However, with the blinds closed, you couldn’t see Shinsuke coming and going. It took you all of until the next afternoon to give in and pull your blinds open. You wanted him so badly to come over again.

So when he was supposed to be coming home, you figured, it wouldn’t hurt to keep the window open. It was harmless, really, taking your shirt off and waving to Shinsuke as he was a few steps up to his house. Harmless, really, as you walked away from the window, letting him decide what to do.

It wasn’t your fault that you missed the two boys at the bottom of the stairs looking up to where Shinsuke had been looking.

That you missed the boy whistling lowly and nudging Suna in the ribs saying: “tha’s yer new roommate?”

That you missed Shinsuke’s low growl of irritation and him shoving his house keys into Suna’s hands has he stalked away, burning a trail to you in your room.

Wasn’t your fault that you missed Shinsuke snapping at the boy with a: “keep yer eyes off my girl, Miya.”

That you missed Suna’s shit-eating grin as he led Osamu over towards Shinsuke’s apartment. “Shit, sorry, forgot to mention she was taken.”

TAGLIST - OPEN

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#kita x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #haikyuu x reader #kita fanfiction #kita shinsuke fanfiction #𓇻 Kita’s Gravity #𓇻 Void Screams Back #𓇻 Dark Side Writing

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guppybibi · 3 months

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It's Showbiz, Baby.

𖦹 pairing: Kita Shinsuke x fem!reader

𖦹 word count: 1572

𖦹 content: reader is an actress, just an intro- not much happens. kita’s older sister is a big fan of Y/N, and i mean a HUGE fan.

𖦹 notes: i'm not sure how long this will be, i will (hopefully) be posting this on AO3 soon:3. Kita has an unnamed older sister and younger brother, which i do not know the ages/names of so i will be making it myself!

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ Part 1

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Everyone needs some time for themselves; we're all just humans after all. However, that felt impossible for you, a well-known and appreciated actress. The paparazzi was always at your tail whenever you went out; flashing lights are all that you see behind those heavily tinted sunglasses of yours. You couldn't even enjoy a simple meal at a fast food place without a bunch of different fans surrounding you, which led you to become a shut-in in the comfort of your own home. Not that you didn't value your fans; you wouldn't be where you are without them. You just wish that you had some alone time.

It was one of those slow and steady days, since you’ve recently just finished acting a pretty major role in an upcoming movie. You're resting up so you can be well prepared for the premiere of the movie which will be in about two weeks or so.

As you continuously scroll through your feed, you see an author promoting a rental cabin in the province. Immediately catching your attention, it wasn't even pricey to begin with and most importantly—it seemed peaceful. Which was exactly what you needed right now. You start to check out the website for more details about it, deciding to book a stay for a week. Squeals of excitement fill the room once you click through the payment process, placing down your phone on the nightstand.

It was finally time for your long awaited vacation, sighing in bliss as she sees the sights surrounding her right now. You lift up your sunglasses and place it on top of your head, your floral sundress flowing as the wind breezes through it. Looking at your phone for directions, you felt like you were in the middle of nowhere. A city girl was out of place, oh what ever could she do? You decide to just stroll around, it wouldn't be dark in a while anyways so you should take this opportunity to take a walk without a bunch of people swarming you. Pulling your luggage along, scratching against the sidewalk.

The province wasn't anything like the city, that was clear to you right now. (Or she was just sheltered..) The air felt so fresh, the rows of fields that made your heart fill with tranquility just by looking at it. You spot a cottage from afar, by now you were desperate to find the cabin as you stupidly decided to wear heels. Seriously, what were you thinking? Dragging your sore legs to this stone cottage, you knock on the wooden front door.

The door creaks once it opens, revealing a man holding a broom with his dull brown eyes piercing through you. He hasn't even said anything yet, how could he be this intimidating?! One of his thin brows raise as he stares at you, before he speaks. “Ms. L/N?” You nod in response, it wasn't a surprise that she was easily recognized by this ‘stranger’; it happened all the time! Really, no need to sweat it.

“Yes yes, that's me! Um, I’m looking for this cabin here? I believe it's around this area..” You say, showing him your phone and pointing to a photo promotion of the cabin. “Ah yes, I know. The cabin is under my grandmother's name, so I can lead the way.” He answers, nodding as he places the broom aside and starts walking towards the said cabin. While you followed him, you felt a bit embarrassed that you assumed he knew you from your acting gigs. “Here we are,” The white haired man said as he stopped in front of the cabin, it looked as great as the pictures showed! It was definitely worth the money..”These are the keys, if you need anything–I’ll be at the house nearby. I’m sure you've seen it, it's right across the street.” He continues while you nod in response, recalling the house you saw earlier and mentally noting it down.

“Thank you so much!” You thank, bowing your head slightly as he waves his hand. “My pleasure, I hope you enjoy your stay here.” He pauses, swatting a mosquito that was trying to bite him. You look around and see that there were a lot of insects here, not just mosquitoes which gave you the heebie jeebies.. “Oh and no need to worry about the insects, as long as you don't open the windows they usually don't manage to get in. There are also some mosquito nets you can use.” He goes on, looking at you expectantly; ready to answer any query you had right now.

“I think I’ll be fine sir, thank you.” You reply, receiving a nod from him. “No need to address me so formally, I believe we're both around the same age–so you can just call me Kita.” “Same goes for you, you can just call me Y/N.” He nodded yet again, it felt like it was the hundredth time he nodded today.

He soon dismisses himself, heading back to his home across the street. Which left you to tour the cabin all by yourself. Everything seemed really traditional, not like anything you've seen in the city. You feel like you’ll really enjoy it here..Due to the exhausting travel here, the moment your body hits the fluffy bed; you instantly drift off to sleep. Good thing you managed to get the energy to even take off your makeup, it’d be really..messy–if you didn't.

Kita’s POV

He slips out of his sandals, placing them aside in a shoe cubby. Seeing his older sister, Kimiko, sat down at the dinner table with their grandmother. Sipping on some oolong tea alongside grandma Yumie who had her own cup as well, Kimiko was scrolling through the different details of people booking the cabin to double check. She almost spits out the tea in her mouth, some of it dribbling down her lips as she stops herself. With widened eyes and a gulp, she looked over at Shinsuke. “Y/N is here!? THE Y/N?! And you didn't even bother to tell me!?” She exclaims with a shocked tone, standing up just to grab his shoulders and shake him.

A door slams open when Y/N’s name is mentioned, displaying an equally shocked younger brother; Riku. Not even giving Shin enough time to respond, Kimiko speaks up. “Yes! THE Y/N IS HERE- and Shin didn't even bother to mention it to us!” She says with a snarky tone, turning over to the defenseless Shin and staring at him for a sec before facing Riku. “Kimi-chan, speak to Shin-chan in a nicer tone–you're his older sister. You should know better.” Yumie butts in, her gentle smile still on her face as she sips on the tea. Leaving Kimiko with no room to argue, she isn't one to disrespect her grandmother like that.

“It's alright, I should've informed them about it anyways. It's a family business after all, but I don't think we should bother Y/N–right now at least. She's here for vacation and to relax, not to entertain any of her fans.” Shinsuke adds, believing that Y/N was deserving of rest and respect; she was human just like them. Shin was never really fond about how things worked in the entertainment industry, aware of how the actors' and actresses’ privacy is basically torn off once they’re considered a ‘celebrity’. He didn't believe this was right, and this was only the tip of the iceberg with the amount of issues in the industry.

Maybe some of these people actually do enjoy the idea of them lacking privacy, who knows? Shin wasn't one to judge, he simply just preferred a quiet life. “Right..don't bother her. Got that, I just hope she comes over here and asks for something—anything! I’ll gladly give it to her!” Kimiko adds, daydreaming of Y/N strutting over to their own home to borrow something like her hairbrush.

“Yeah, in your dreams sis. She's a grown woman, I’m sure she can handle herself.” Riku teases, sticking his tongue out as he taunts his older sister. “Oh c'mon! No need to shatter my dreams like that, and plus–she's from the city. I doubt she’d know her way around here, she’ll need help eventually.” Kimiko was right, if she wanted to tour around the village, it would be best if she had some kind of guide. They couldn't risk having a bigshot getting lost and causing a commotion in their simple little village.

“Well whatever, she's staying for a week so I’m sure I can wait! I'll be extra patient.” She adds, earning a skeptical look from her whole family. “Sure, you who have multiple posters with Y/N’s face plastered all over your room, also you who have watched basically every single movie and show Y/N has been in–even side characters!”

“Hey! Commitment and loyalty is a good quality to have!” “Not if it's coming from an obsessed stranger, that's creepy!” That made Shinsuke wince a little, thinking about how his little brother was right–he can't imagine having his face on inanimate objects, free for people to do whatever they want with it. They could do all sorts of profane actions to it.. Shinsuke shook his head, sighing as he muttered. “I'll head off to bed, I have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” He shouldn't stress out about things he couldn't control, I mean–a rice farmer versus a whole industry? Yeah–no.

Today was only the beginning of his uncontrollable worries..

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lizzy06 · 2 months

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Kita Shinsuke x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Inarizaki Fic Rec Masterlist

One for the Rules ✨by alkhale (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, acto!shinsuke)[COMPLETED]

Patience is a virtue ✨✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, fluff, humor, childhood friends to lovers)You lost track of the days that you were in love with Kita. He was the wielder of cold-logic and held the bluntest of words at times, but he showed his own special brand of care. What you hadn’t expected was for him to especially care about you.[COMPLETED]

A stranger you know well ✨by @love-amihan (oneshot, angst) It's your wedding day and you get closure(kinda) with your ex.[COMPLETED]

a place to call home ✨✨by @nariism (oneshot, childhood rivals to lovers, one bed trope) "be kind, shinsuke." that's what yumie always told her grandson. and he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.[COMPLETED]

Lavender ✨by sansos/@snailsos (oneshot, fluff) Every decision, every action, every step that you took served to distance you from your past. Yet you still clung on to the lavender bookmark that bound you back to it.[COMPLETED]

If Memory Serves Pt 1, Pt 2 ✨✨by @seokiloquy (oneshot, humor) your mom sent you to farm.[COMPLETED]

lover be good to me ✨by flintstrike (soulmae au, hurt/comfort, slowburn)You meet Kita Shinsuke on a rainy summer day, with a sea of hydrangeas swirling at your feet. You know him instantly, as only a soulmate can. He seems like a good man. Like a good soulmate.[COMPLETED]

Again by @yourstarvic (oneshot, fluff, past lovers, )You and Kita meet up again and decide to make a promise.[COMPLETED]

Grant her wish by @caxsthetic (oneshot, fluff) He never expected you to be there in his life, someone who was chaotic and may change his routine. But then, maybe he needed you after all.[COMPLETED]

kita shinsuke loves his grandmother by @augustinewrites(oneshot, fluff) His grandmother keeps pestering him to date you.[COMPLETED]

GOLDEN DAYS by @sukirichi (oneshot)what it’s like dating Inarizaki’s golden boy.[COMPLETED]

Enemies ✨by @loveephia (oneshot, kinda enemies to lovers, tooth rooting fluff)in which you can’t believe that someone like kita exists, and you hate him for being so perfect.[COMPLETED]

a sea of flowers in bloom ✨✨by sunmoonstarsrain (fluff, humor, angst with happy ending)"Take a holiday", your best friend said, "somewhere in the countryside, i know just the place". You probably shouldn't have trusted her. Not when she sent you to Kita Shinsuke's rice farm (aka the home of a god).[COMPLETED]

Slowly Falling In Love by mochi_puff(arranged marriage, fluff, slowburn)You and Kita Shinsuke got wed through an arranged marriage. This is a slice-of-life, slowburn fic of the two of you.[COMPLETED]

In Due Time ✨by deltachye (oneshot, wedding fluff) You meet at a wedding, and you know it’s a bit hasty, but your Pinterest board titled “Wedding Inspo” could really be put to use right about now.[COMPLETED]

Dancing in the Morning Sun ✨by Channelei(oneshot, humor, fluff) Kita wakes up in his childhood home to the chaos that is his wife and his grandmother dancing together at 6:15am.[COMPLETED]

won't go home without you by @i-need-entertainment (oneshot, angst, fluff) You and Shinsuke have a fight.[COMPLETED]

a multitude of happy deviations✨ by @eggtoasties (oneshot, fluff) When Kita comes to practice with lipgloss on his mouth, chaos ensues.[COMPLETED]

Season + Weather by ejqz (fluff, light angst)Kita Shinsuke adored his grandmother. When she suffered health complications, Kita knew it was time to leave both Osaka and you to return to the countryside. After the winter chill comes the bearing of spring. Then comes the summer of cicadas, and finally the fields of neverending gold.[COMPLETED]

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teamatsumu · 8 months

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⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ confessions ⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙

hello everyone! so this valentine’s day, i have planned an all-haikyuu exclusive event based on a very popular valentine’s theme - confessions

here is the masterlist for the event, i hope you enjoy it!

‪‪❤︎‬ letter # 1 - iwaizumi hajime x reader

wrote confession for character A, accidentally gave it to character B instead

‪‪❤︎‬ letter # 2 - hinata shoyo x reader

you confess because you think you will never see him again, so it doesn’t matter

‪‪❤︎‬ letter # 3 - akaashi keiji x reader

you lose a bet so now you have to confess to your crush

‪‪❤︎‬ letter # 4 - kita shinsuke x reader

your friend confesses on your behalf

‪‪❤︎‬ letter # 5 - bokuto kotarou x reader

you confess to him, and he’s confused because he thought you were already dating

If you would like to be tagged, just send an ask!

(divider by @/cafekitsune)

#haikyuu #iwaizumi haijime x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #valentine’s day event #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff

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ushiwakaout · 6 months

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Yooooo. I’m feeling kinda in a angst mood so I want to like politely ask maybe a argument scenario from like angst to fluff? For kita, Atsumu, Osamu, and Suna. Or you can just do one. Love yuh lots.

I’ll make these short and good so you can get the whole experience with 3 of them.

TIME SKIP!

SPOILERS!

BETA DRAFT! srry.

[Osamu is a little ooc tbh but i think out of all the haikyuu boys he’d be the most poetic and im leaving out Suna because i cannot seem to write him correctly for the life of me, i am not satisfied.]

Shinsuke Kita

He’s not emotional. We know this. He’s apathetic, and you knew this the second you got into this relationship so why are you arguing with him. He finds this pointless. He breathes heavily and pinches the ridge of his nose, “Don’t do that! You said you would do better and you haven’t! Are you even listening to me?”

“If you don’t like what we’ve got then just leave!” He slaps his sun hat on the table, his gloves are still on. Kita literally just got back from a long, hot, exhausting day at the rice farm.

He didn’t mean to yell, and he didn’t mean the words that slipped out his mouth. It was too late. He knew that. Kita stared at his shoes, not daring to look at you. “Seriously? Kita? You promised me you’d try be more expressive with me…”

He tugs at you heart strings when he keeps his head down, he’s squeezing the chair nearby and it’s making his knuckles white. “Kita…” You try to cup his cheek, making an effort to try and get him to look at you but he swatted your hand away.

“That’s enough y/n, I don’t need you to babysit my emotions and the way i express things.”

Oh now you where upset.

You took a couple of steps back in disbelief, “I understand that you’ve been having a difficult time at the farm but that’s not an excuse for being a shit boyfriend… How about i take a load off your shoulders- we’re done Shinsuke, I-I’ve had enough…”

He doesn’t stop you from collecting your things. He doesn’t stop you from walking out the door.

It slams shut and he’s just standing there, in his empty kitchen. His house is a ghost of you. Every corner had been decorated by you. So he looks to the floor.

Tears fall to his shoes and he’s shaking.

It’s from crying he thinks, but the more he cries the harder he was shaking.

“Kita.”

Your soft whisper breaks him from a nightmare.

His cheeks are wet.

He was crying. But it wasn’t real.

“Kita? What’s wrong honey? You were having a nightmare…”

His head was still resting on your chest, the same position he was originally in before his nightmare. You caressed his hair. He loved feeling your fingers run through your hair. He felt safe. Kita tightened his hold around you, “I’m okay now.” He whispered, kissing the closes part of you before nuzzling back into your chest. “I love you, y/n… i know i can be a little apathetic… but i care for you the most in this world.”

Atsumu Miya

He’s always been a ladies man.

You hate how stupid good looking he is.

It makes you feel insecure sometimes how much he gets hit on and you don’t. “It’s because he’s respected in the male community.” His twin brother spoke. “Everyone knows your his partner… so they back off.” It made your head hurt.

At a large volleyball gathering, you decided to wear something a little more eye catching. He thinks nothing of it, he tells you how amazing you look and you’re off to the party.

He’s pissed that he’s brought you now.

Who the hell told him it would be a good idea to bring his freaking partner. Osamu laughed at him when he mentioned something about it. “Now you can finally see how y/n feels…” Atsumu raised a brow. “What do you mean by that?”

Osamu regrets speaking. He lets out a sigh, “Y/n been feeling insecure lately. They don’t like the way you instigate things with them, that your flirty or that you look at them for that matter-“

Atsumu began waving his hands, trying to get him to stop speaking “You sure they didn’t you you were me? T-they wouldn’t keep something like that from me...” He glances over at you, a man from a different team was making your laugh. You fixed your hair shyly as you smile to the man who talks to you.

Before Osamu could try and stop his brother from doing anything stupid. He hand already marched towards you. “Uh yeah excuse me- this is my partner and we are leaving, thank you for keeping her company-”

“Atsunu what the fu-”

He’s dragging you out of the building and you don’t struggle, he was never one to run out of a party so the suden rush prevented you from even thinking of stopping him.

“Atsumu can you please tell me what the hell we’re doing out here! I’m freezing!”

His hand was still squeezing your bicep, “Why did Osamu have to tell me that you’ve been feeling insecure.”

You freeze. This was not, a conversation you wanted to have. Not now especially.

“Can we not- Can we not do this here, please?”

“No, i thought we didn’t hide stuff from eachother.”

“Atsumu-”

“It’s me right? Because i pretend with them-”

You’re stuttering and stumbling threw your worlds as he continues to speak.”

“Did they say something to you, I swear-”

“I DONT FEEL GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!”

You blurted out, grabbing at fabric of his shirt. “I don’t think i even have…” You’re looking at your feet now. “I know you don’t see the things they say about me for dating you, but it’s mean… I wanna give you so much love but how much sanity will i have left… they pick at me for every little thing i do, wrong or right. I love you ‘Sumu… I really do but I don’t know know how much more i can take.”

He’s the one frozen now.

“You’re not breaking up with me.”

“What-”

“Like hell you’re breaking up with me. Give me 5 minutes… stay here… please.”

He kisses the tip of your nose while squeezing both of you’re shoulders.

You’re standing there confused and sad. Sniffling and cold air brushed your chilled skin. From inside the building you could see through the glass door how he paced back in forth and spoke into the phone. it wasn’t long before he came back out.

Once we was in front of you, he cupped your hands on his. “Do you love me?” He kisses your wrist. You nod, sniffling back a tear. “Good. Do you trust me?” He kisses your other wrist, you nod again- almost choking on your breath. “I called my agent… He’s calling a press meeting for me, and i’m going to state that if any network, any fan girl, any article writes poorly about you- they will be sued by me every single time. We’ve already got a few people in mind, the paper work will go through tomorrow.”

“Sumu… you didn’t have to do any of that.”

“I will rather quit volleyball, then have you break up with me, because of an issue i can fix.” He kisses your cheek softly. “You’re perfect for me, i won’t let other make you think otherwise.”

Osamu Miya

He couldn’t close on time again.

He cursed under his breath, running towards the restaurant that you had originally picked out. He let the hostess know your name but her lips tightened and she shook her head. “You’ve just missed em, drank a glass of [liquor] and then made their way out… Sorry.” Her apology was apathetic.

He walked out the establishment and once he heard the door close behind him, he cursed loudly into the air.

He tried calling your phone but it didn’t even ring. It was off or worse he was blocked. It was late, the trains where no longer running so he walked himself home in his suit. Osamu quickly had put it on, and it was clear that he did because it was wrinkled and his tie was not tied correctly. It took him about an hour to get home. The one you shared.

He had a gut feeling before he opened the door. So he stood there, his hands in his pockets. Your stuff would be picked up and gone. He was with you because he loved that you had such a strong head on your shoulders… you wouldn’t take it any longer. Today, one-hundred percent, was the final straw.

3 year anniversary.

He let his forehead drop to the door, making a light thud. He gripped the little box in his pocket.

The reason he had been working like a dog, day and night.

This stupid little ring.

It was perfect too. He knew exactly what you liked, what you wanted. It was way over over his budget but he’s do anything for you.

“Osamu? Is that you?” Your voice chirped from behind the door. His head shot up and looked ahead. “Y/n?” You unlocked the door, slowly revealing that you had changed into you pjs, eyes swollen from crying. “I waited for you…” You whispered, your voice breaking in the process.

God he hates himself. He hated himself for making you like his. “y/n im so sorry…” he whispered. “please forgive me…” he dropped to his knees, his body lightly brushing yours as he held you. “i shouldn’t have been late, i should have never missed any of our dates… please give me one more chance, please hear me out...”

he backs up and props up a knee, digging into his pocket. there’s a shift in your eyes that he notices, “Don’t freak out, this isn’t me trying to tie you down that way… not necessarily…”

he clears his throat, opening the box that was in his hand, displaying it to you. “there is no one in the world… no one… i would rather be with than you. i can’t see myself with anyone else. i would be the luckiest man in the world if you married me, but this- you can say no to this…”

you’re still frozen, tears falling down your cheeks, sniffling. “I want to earn you… i don’t deserve you right now… i’ve been the worse boyfriend there is… there’s no excuse for it but all those nights i’ve been working late have been for you- and you only… i’m sorry i couldn’t communicate that with you. let me earn you again… let me show you that i am worth being your husband.”

you start nodding slowly, sinking down onto your knees to kiss him. “I’ll promise i’ll be better.” he says in between stolen kisses as he slips the tin onto your finger.

Author Note: My request are open!!! Please do fill free to ask for something.

i did lie

i came back from the dead

i write for haikyuu, jjk, chainsaw man and MHA primarily <3

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