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fandomaya · 2 years
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He is the type of guy to take walks with you. I mean, yes you could take a public transport or a cab to go from one place to another but he just loves to walk with you for various reasons.
The first reason being that he is able to spend more time with you and most importantly he is able to hold hands with you. Oh he loves to hold your hand and he occasionally raises your palm to place a gentle kiss on top of it.
Though he may not talk much to others but he loves to talk with you and walking just presents the perfect opportunity. He would tell you some obscure fact or story about some nearby building or an urban legend. Later on, you would talk about the new eateries that opened nearby which you two could try out or the festivals, fairs to be held in the upcoming season. All these bits and pieces just open many more tales from childhood, friends and life in general.
You love the way how he is subtly careful. Like the way he swiftly switches hands and shifts you to the side of footpath away from the busy street. Or how when you two are about to cross a road, he holds your hand a bit more firmly and observing both sides of the road while you keep on observing his beautiful face.
— Akaashi, Yamaguchi, Kita, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ennoshita, Matsukawa, Hirugami, Semi, Tsukishima
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miyatcha · 2 years
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bfs who, when you ask them what to order, they get you something you really like because you said a week ago that you enjoyed something certain to only your tastes. so when you see him with a drink that's wildly different from what he likes, you know he ordered it for you. :(
kenma, SUNA, tsukki, OSAMU, KITA, SUGAWARA, akaashi, hinata
lowkey i feel like shoyo would work bc he loves when u get passionate/excited abt things
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revasserium · 9 months
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"i love you," he says it first, "i love you," he says it accidentally, "i love you," he says it like a secret, "i love you," like a promise, "i love you," like heartbreak, "i love you," like a dull ache, the kind that sinks into the pit of your stomach and stays there.
"i love you," he says, like he means it, and he prays to every god he's ever heard of in heaven that when you say it back, you mean it just as hard as he does.
sugawara, oikawa, kita, suna, kageyama, daichi, bokuto
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nkogneatho · 11 months
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— Holy trinity of Malewives
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suguwu · 4 months
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which of your faves chops their own firewood for the blazing fire they build in the fireplace?
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k-kenmz · 1 year
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reflections — we were too close to the stars
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( psd: @miniepsds )
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choco4miruku · 4 months
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Yup yup yup!!! MBTI is always an excuse to create content for my OTPs out of thin air ✨✨✨
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ari!! it’s been way too long since i last dropped by!! i’ve missed you!! how are you?? 
now that spring’s here, i’m lugging in a GIANT basket of flowers of all kinds for you 💐🌷🪻🌹🌻🌸🌺!! + a curious sel question!!! — what’s your favourite thing to do during spring? what do you think bokuto's is? (or whoever is your hq fave!! tho i think i remember bokuto!) 🥺 
SELLLLLLL HI THERE MY ANGEL <33333 pls never worry abt when u drop by hehe, i’m always happy to chat w u whenever!!!! :33 BUT I MISSED U TOOO and ofc i missed ur lovely sel questions …..
i’m putting allll the flowers in pretty vases and sending u a giant heap right back 🌸🌸💐💐🌷🌷🌹🌹🌻🌻🌼🌼 anddd some fruit 🍊🍓🍎🍐 !!
as for the question !!!!! hm hm HMM i honestly think i just loveee going on walks…. nothing beats spring walks imo (autumn walks r a close second tho >:3) it’s just so lovely to stroll around a bright green park…. grab a milkshake from any cute stores i pass…… and seeing the flowers and the bees and everything is always so lovely hhh i can’t wait for everything to bloom :’3
AND AS FOR HQ … bokuto is a cutie but not one of my faves sadly 😞😞 MAYBE ONE DAY THO i’m a big fan of suncoded men so there’s a big chance honestly….. BUT for this question i’m just gonna go w nishinoya bc he feels like a very springcoded boy compared to my other faves !!
i think . :3 he ALSO loves spring walks…… loves to run around like a neglected golden retriever and explore cute little nearby towns <33 would love to pet any dogs he meets and maybe feed a couple duckies <333 i just feel like he LOVES the warmer seasons and gets sm extra energy that he needs to release….. he rlly is like a little puppy i love him sm :((( ANDDD i know he loves ice pops so i think he would just be FEASTING on those and i would be right there w him . we would have a popsicle eating competition and both end up w stomach aches <33 yeah. just fun little spring things!!
but with that being said... as protocol (and my curiosity) demands ….. what abt u sel 🎤🎤🎤 u very much strike me as a spring girlie so i need to know allll ur favorite activities <3 anddd for the hq guys … what spring activities do iwa and oikawa like ?? what would u all do together ??? :3
sel i am sending u all my sunniest vibes ☀️☀️☀️🍊🍊🍊🌻🌻🌻 i hope it’s starting to get a lil warmer and brighter where u are !! ty for checking in as always <333 and have a cute lil picture of ur boys as a treat… look how cute they are aaaa 🥺🥺
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mango-bango-bby · 2 years
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Domestic vibes just 🥺💕 May I request like headcanons for Kita with a pregnant darling? I was thinking maybe some general ones about him taking care of his darling and a few about him meeting his little baby 🥺💖? Thank you and I hope you’re having a good day!-🌻
♡ Welcome To The World ♡
(A/N: Domestic fics 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I hope you like this!! I’ve wanted to write domestic Kita for a while because it’s just so so cute 🥺🥺💖💞💕)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic, pregnancy, kids, AFAB reader
Summary: How Kita helps you during your pregnancy and how he is once you’re baby is born (Yandere!Kita x AFAB!Reader)
Masterlist ➸ ♡
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♡ The baby was definitely planned, Kita’s always wanted a small family with you. Even if he’s nervous about having a child with you, he’s overall just excited!
♡ Whether or not you’ve fallen completely in love with him yet doesn’t matter because he’s so loving with you especially once your pregnant, that you’re most likely in love with him by the end of your pregnancy.
♡ So gentle with you! He’s there with you for ever step of your pregnancy, from the moment you find out to the moment the baby is born, he’s right beside you to support you. He will do things like hold your hair back when you throw up because of your morning sickness or will go drive favorite restaurant in the middle of the night because you crave that particular restaurants food.
♡ Kita feels so sad when you start being in pain because of the pregnancy. He wakes up in the middle of the night some nights because you’re crying while in pain. He always holds you, gently wiping your tears, and trying to comfort you. He knows there’s not much he can do but he’s trying!
♡ He definitely reads those parenting books that don’t work most of the time. He just wants to be the best father he can when your baby is born. You need to reassure him sometimes that he’s going to be a great father and he has nothing to worry about.
♡ Kita decorates the nursery with you! And by that, you pick out the things for the nursery and he sets them up because he doesn’t want to put stress on you or the baby. But you end up loving how the nursery comes out, it’s so cute and comforting and you hope your baby likes it too.
♡ Also he has great taste in baby clothes, like every thing that he buys for the baby you’re just impressed. One time he came home with matching sweaters for you, him, and your unborn baby. You started crying immediately because it’s so sweet (it might have been the hormones though).
♡ Rushes you to the hospital after your first contraction. He’s so nervous, worried that something will go wrong and either you or the baby will get hurt. It goes well though, your baby is born healthy and there aren’t any complications with you.
♡ So Ume Kita is born! Kita immediately starts crying when he holds her for the first time. He already loves his daughter so so much. He will protect you and Ume with his life. He can’t wait to watch her grow and to raise her with you.
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
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seawherethesunsets · 1 year
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GANNIBAL (2022)
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vs-redemption · 1 year
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Hiiiii! I'd like to send in a non-love related one! Because this sweetest softest boy has been on my mind, can I please request Kita + 🍀 for Soft Sunday? Thank you!
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Soft Sunday Headcanons: Kita + 🍀
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Kita has always been one to shy away from using the word luck. There was no need to rely on such an abstract concept because, in his mind, if you worked hard at what you wanted every single day, the results would come eventually.
These are the words he stuck to for almost every aspect of his life.
For his job, as long as he made sure the soil was good, the seeds would grow. As long as he tended to the plants, there would be a great harvest. As long as he kept good relationships with his business contacts, he'd be able to sell his harvest and provide for himself.
There was no room for luck in that equation.
It was much the same for his health and happiness. He didn't need luck. There were always steps he could take to take care of and improve both his physical and mental health.
When love found its way into his life though, things got a little tricky.
No matter how kind he was to someone he liked, no matter if he told them all the right things or bought them flowers and chocolates, no matter how much time and effort he put in... it wouldn't guarantee that he'd win the person over.
Yes, he learned this the hard way.
It was okay though, because those were still experiences he could learn and grow from and he used them as such.
It was through these heartaches that he found himself acknowledging 'luck' as a concept because he knew that it wasn't just his own actions that had you agreeing to be by his side each and every day after he met you.
Whenever he looks into your eyes and sees them full of love for him, he does know that, at least in this, he is very lucky.
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nekofra · 9 months
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That's just my headcanon but I want to believe that Kita Shinsuke is an ace character
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shayewrites · 2 years
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Coming Out as Ace with Kita Shinsuke
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a/n: so this is a really self-indulgent lil headcanon/ficlet since i’ve had so many struggles of wanting to be in love, but also being ace and feeling as if i don’t deserve that. so, if you fall into that spectrum with me, this one’s for you!
content warnings: reader is asexual. (in case that wasn’t clear) kita makes a joke about being able to ‘handle himself’. overall comfort that made me sob as i wrote this. 💜🖤🤍 (fem!reader)
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It started with a kiss, innocent and simple in nature. The way his lips felt on yours was a feeling you could drown in, but as he started to move down, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, pushing his hands underneath your shirt, you froze.
He noticed your stiff frame, but thought you might simply be shy, so he pulled you closer and continued his actions, unknowingly making you uncomfortable.
When you finally came to your senses, you pushed him away with the palms of your hands, “Shin, I can’t.”
Instantly he halted his actions, fear clouding his deep brown eyes, “Is something wrong, dove?”
You shook your head fervently, not wanting to make him feel as if he had done anything wrong. “N-no, I just don’t think I’m ready yet,” you started, stumbling across your words, “I’m not-how do I say this-interested in, ya know-“
You paused, unable to finish your statement. This wasn’t the way you wanted to tell him, but now, it seemed there was no other choice. He gave you a quizzical glance, before responding, “Are you not interested in me? Is that the problem?”
He had totally misunderstood you, which you couldn’t blame him for. After all, you were the one who didn’t even finish their statement. “No! Not at all!” you reassured him, “I-uh, I know I haven’t been straight forward about this topic, but there’s something you need to know about me.” You snaked a hand behind your neck, finding your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. It was now or never.
He reached a hand out to rest over yours gently, “Are you sure?” His eyes were filled with concern, but his steady hand gave you the courage to continue.
You took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes.”
He settled back into the sofa pillow, keeping one hand in yours, “Then I’m all ears, darling.”
You steadied yourself, mentally preparing for any and all possible reactions to what you were about to reveal, “Shin, I’m not-I’m not interested in having sex, not really. The idea of it simply does not appeal to me in any way. Now, I know we kiss, cuddle, and make out from time to time, and that has come with time, but taking it any farther is simply not in my interests. I’m asexual.”
Kita was silent for a long moment, not saying anything as he searched your gaze intently. This wasn’t the response you were expecting, but even so, the silence was starting to make you anxious, “Look, I understand if that’s a dealbreaker for you. There’s no hard feelings if it is, I just-it hurts to deny you like this when it seems that you want to take things to that next level. I’m sorry, but I can’t simply change that about myself.”A tear fell from your eye, dripping down your cheek, “I’m sorry, Shinsuke.”
Suddenly, he grazed his thumb across your knuckles, tenderly touching you as if you were made of fine porcelain or the softest silk. You looked to find that his eyes were soft and inviting, nothing like you had mentally prepared yourself for, “y/n, I’d never ask you to change who you are for me. I hope you know that. I love you for so much more than the concept intimacy or even sexual pleasure. I love you for who you are, each and every part. I love that you can tell me these things, and that you trust me with your vulnerabilities. That’s all I could ever ask for. If you do not want to go any further, that is your choice to make. A choice I will always support you in, either way.”
Tears streamed down your face freely at his support, your heart melting at his words, “So you aren’t going to leave me?”
He chuckled lightly before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Where do you get these silly ideas, dear?”
You sniffled, “It’s just I know you’ve always wanted a family and you deserve a partner who can satisfy you-“
He wiped away each tear, reassuring guy with each swipe of his thumb against your cheek,“You are my family, y/n. If we want kids further down the road, we have options. There’s no need to worry about things so far away. Also, you don’t need to worry about my pleasure. You’ll find I’m capable of taking care of myself.” He sent you a knowing wink, smiling when he saw your lips turn up as well, “For now, the most important thing is that you understand that no matter what you feel, you can always come to me with those feelings or convictions. I will love you either way.”
You wrapped your arms around him, thankful that you had ended up with someone so loving and accepting of you, “Thank you, Shinsuke. I love you.”
He smiled as he engulfed you into his arms, “And I you.”
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a/n: being ace is different for everyone, and i do hope that all readers understand that this is simply my take on it. i understand that there are some who may view asexuality differently, and that’s okay. you’re valid! 💜🖤🤍
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sashimiyas · 1 year
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okay weird but hear me out. threesome with kita shinsuke and matsukawa issei
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youichi-kuramochi · 2 years
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FIC: i had a dream about you
by viverella / @youichi-kuramochi Fandom: Haikyuu!! Relationship: Kita Shinsuke/Ojiro Aran Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word count: approx. 8.9k Summary: It turns out that sometimes, absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
written for the aran big bang!! I got to work with percy, whose incredible art you can see here!!!
[ READ @ AO3 ]
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soranihimawari · 2 years
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Reconnected at Last
Pairing: farmer!kita x comic artist!yn
Word count: 1.6K
Warning: 17+ suggestive ending//allusions to sex (not stated, but unprotected sex is what is implied)
Rating: KSF (fluff)// classmates ->fake lovers -> endgame
Notes: clearing out my docs on Google…
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Autumn gives way to winter on another side of the city. Kids and parents alike are waiting for local arenas to open up the ice skating rinks and Yuletide night markets are being finalized. This time of year always had left you a bit flustered—peppermint drinks and westernized traditions typically warm your heart down to the soul, yet alas, with no one special to celebrate your winter work-break with, you decide to go home for a few days.
Your parents are out of town enjoying their time abroad visiting family members, so you come back home to Hyogo with an empty house to greet you. You’re thankful for the space given, considering you’re thinking of self-publishing a short series (about thirty each) one shot of shouyou manga; an editor in your department said it should be fine since everyone in the office was interested in your work. Truthfully, you hope your stories are worth telling because you don’t recall ever dating since you graduated college. Sure, perhaps there was one person from your past you were close to, but it never really amounted to anything other than amicable friendship.
Perhaps assisting an older lady in the combini in your stint as a part timer in third year high school led to such friendly terms with a classmate of yours. From what you gather, he and his teammates (his close friends group too) were a bit rambunctious. Especially at the store at a later hour. All you’re trying to do is perfect a sketch of said classmate struggling to stay awake in self-study. You’re strategically in the center of the classroom while he’s a few seats ahead and to the left of you.
Thinking back to the day you formally met, a smile softly spreads across your face. You’re drawing your blinds open in your childhood room and you can almost hear the chimes from the combini in your memory—
“Oi, welcome in,” you greet from the freezer. You were restocking some mochi ice cream.
“Domo,” his voice is quite deeper than you thought. Curious one you are, you poke your head up between the aisles to see a neatly brushed fine of bleached white hair; it’s wild to see a pure white fox’s ear twitch when you exhale a cute, “eep!” before dodging under a sale sign. He tried not to chuckle when he blatantly hears you curse after smacking your elbow against the shelf. You’re embarrassed when you come back to the register.
“Ya alright there?” This classmate asks you. His leaning in makes you flustered.
“I’m fine,” Your voice cracks when his molten golden eyes bores into your skull. Your heart is beating a bit outside your chest as the transaction continues.
“Yer in my class, right?”
“Mm.”
“Drew me almost sleepin’ in study hall,” he chuckles.
You don’t even have a chance to deny it after pressing the total button because he surprises you—“went to the art club’s portfolio exhibition for extra credit last month. Ya did a good job at paintin’ me darl.”
Presently, you shake your head clearing your mind. You take your cell phone outside of your pants pocket Your your curiosity is piqued when you press the call icon underneath your former classmates’ name. Two calls and he picks up.
“Hey Kita Shin,” you greet. “Yeah, it’s been a while… um, are ya free tonight? … the combini? I’ll see you there.”
You hang outside the old store patiently waiting until you see an old modeled pick up truck park on the street. The driver smirks at you with this peaceful expression and as you climb into the passenger seat, his hand keeps yours warm while driving back to the farm. Together, you talk about life post college for you; you inform him about being selected next to be published, then he tells you he’s a successful farmer now too:
“The sole provider for Miya Osamu’s restaurant, huh?” You nudge your shoulder against his at a stoplight. “Yer kouhai are amazin’, huh?”
“They are,” he bites back a laugh. The light changes and for what it’s worth, was your former classmate drives up the road to his now inherited home.
“I wanted to visit before she passed,” your voice carries a frown when you glance out the window. “Obaa-chan was kind.”
“She was,” the pick up is now parked in front of the house.
A silent pause falls over you too before you shake your hand free from his.
“Shinsuke, I should have called much sooner,” you confess. “I should have been here for you and visited beforehand.”
“Ya were busy, so don’t beat yerself up,” he offers, hopeful smile and all.
“Busy?” You scoff. “I wasn’t busy, I just didn’t want to come back and give an old woman false hope.”
False hope occurred when you stopped by one afternoon before your shift started at the combini. Kita’s granny had answered the door and there you stood with an extra set of handouts for the next exam. You explain you’re here to drop the items off since nationals were around the corner. Though she invites you for some tea, you declined saying you had a shift starting soon.
Eventually that night, kita sends you a cryptic text where you are a bit perplexed as to why you head to fake being together to protect his aging gran’s heart. You keep the façade up for a few more weeks, saying the day you move to your dorm is the day you two ‘break up.’ What you don’t know is what happens to Kita after that; the lines blurred for him a little too much and try as he might to get you to listen to him, you would push him away saying you shouldn’t continue because ‘i don’t want to hurt you.’
“Obaa-san didn’t have false hope,” Kita presently says. A defeated sigh prefaced what he was going to say. “I did.”
Your eyes go wide and your body nearly jumps out of the passenger seat yelling, “Hah?!”
“… but ya ran off to start yer first year at university and I stayed here.”
He shakes his head as he opens up a rather challenging secret to tell you—
“But we could have made it work,” You defend, an incredulous stern look burned holes into his memory. “I could’ve come home more—”
“I don’t think so, ya said so yerself, ya were busy.”
“Busy? Yes, but had I known how you felt, I’d make time for ya…,” You hold on to his wrist gently, tugging him to turn his body to face you. “If I could make time for my parents, I’d make time for ya too.”
There are lots of brilliant things in Kita Shinsuke’s life: the sun, the jade dragon statue in the living room, the silver keys to the barn, your eyes in the sunset…Now, as he leans in, he gives you a minuscule amount of time before you feel his pursed lips graze your hairline. You don’t stop the warmth spreading from ear to ear as the blush settles in.
“Are ya gonna invite me inside?” You inquire in between nudging your forehead against his growing grin.
“What about dinner?” He reaches over to open your door.
“Make me something after,” you call over your shoulder after you climb out of the truck. Winking up at him shaking his head, he leans over the steering wheel before exiting the truck.
With him following behind you, the door slides open and closed. Kita has your back pressed up again the wall right by the corner of his hallway; you’re pulling his shirt, guiding him toward you. Something in the way his lips taste and feel makes you want to accelerate this pace. Essentially, when his hands find their way to your waist, he murmurs an order to you: “off.” He pinches the fabric of your shirt before you obey his request. You sigh into his mouth raising your arms to ease the fabric up and overhead. There is a fondness in the silence you share with him as he bows his head to catch your lips with his.
“C’mere Shin,” you breath exasperated by his lingering presence; your fingers gently wrap around the hemline of his work jeans.
You make quick work of his softened shirt asking if you could take it off for him. He’s one step ahead of you, pulling it over from behind, his dual-toned hair flutters about much like yours did. The shirt falls to the floor just as your eyes readjust to fully seeing each other in this state of springlike warmth.
“Gods the sun must love you,” you murmur, tracing his lips with your fingers. Glancing down you take note of the slightly bronzed skin as though you’re drinking the day with him now.
“Not as much I do,” his voice is deeper than before. He’s so much closer now; it’s enough for you to boldly flirt with the person he’s grown to become.
“Is that so?”
Tell me you wanted this too, somehow the words go unsaid.
“Yes.”
Your hands cup his cheek as your back is pushed at an angle he wants to continue kissing you in. Kita gives pause from bruising your lips moving to kiss your jaw line, then down the juncture where your neck and collar bone meet. You let out a long drawl of his name—you sound like you’re whining, but Kita is agonizingly slow when he sinks his teeth into the flesh there. Your reaction when you jerk forward makes him almost laugh into your delicate skin; his teeth marks are still there, disappearing with a tender impress of his lips.
With one hand on your waist, the other slides down the back of your thigh, cupping the back of your knee, Kita raises it a bit higher to tease you how he plans on solving this need to have you. You know the longer he does this, while you tongues carve a physical touch language into the other, the longer the damp spot in your underwear forms—you let out another breathier mewl and this time, when your eyes flutter open to see the heavier lidded ones of the young-old captain, he bestows a nickname fit for you.
Without warning, kita’s other hand moves from your back to the other thigh, and he had this mischievous smirk. You don’t really brace yourself until you’re lifted to comfortably sit against his hips, your legs wrapping around his waist. He chuckles when her feels you press against the sweet side of his neck, teasingly nipping against his earlobe. Your hair grazes his chest as he walks you to a room he’s been meaning to share with you.
A few hours later, into the early night, you’re drifting in and out of a sleep-like state. Your hair smells of freshly crushed oranges and lavender soap, yet you’re comfortably laying on a bed that isn’t your own. Half dressed behind you is someone who waited an exceptionally long time for you to come back. He had a few marks on his collar where your sweet lips had been, begging him to hurry up and satiate the hunger growing between your bodies.
“Shin,” you call gently, curling into him a bit more.
“Mm?” An arm wraps around your torso, grazing your skin, a thumb rubbing small circles on your shoulder.
“I could get used to this,” you peck his jaw before burrowing back into being comfortable in his hold. Kita’s free hand plays with your hand, tracing small lines over the back of your palm, listening to your breathing even out.
“Me too, darlin,” He murmurs, caressing the bangs out of your eyes. Golden eyes glance down at you wearing nothing but an old shirt of his, a small pile of clothes in a heap by the entrance of the bathroomis the only viable proof of the intimate moment shared. His imagination is kind, envisioning late night dinners with you, sharing inside jokes,meeting up with his kouhai saying ‘look at my love.’ His lips press against yours gingerly, watching your nose twitch right before you show him a drowsy smile.
“Me too,” are the words you hear when he rests his head atop yours.
As you both drift into a much needed slumber, both of you figure the future can wait for a little while longer. The present where Kita Shinsuke and you give into selfish ways causes a meadow to bloom. Sure a love story is laid there between you two as you sleep, yet come the morning, you awake to softened kisses before hearing Kita’s salutations in your ear. Looping an arm around his shoulders, you raise yourself up to kiss him at a better angle teasingly you return his kisses with a needier coy phrase: “five in the mornin’ an’ I’m already loving this side of you.”
“Oh?”
You open your legs covered by the duvet underneath and trap him there, bucking up slightly to kiss him a bit deeper, more playful than before when you push against him again. Hands on his supple cheeks he groans when you rest your forehead against his, fingers of his trailing down the small of your back, pinching the elastic band of your underwear.
“Shut up and remind me how much you do, pretty boy.”
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