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xythlia · 6 months

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⎙ 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐓 !

› mammon x f!reader

› request for my mootie wif the best ideas <3 @aestrayla I hope u don't mind I took some creative liberties but u know something like that would make him SNAP ajdhsks

warnings : squirting, talking about making reader a mommy (not sorry), creampie, mating press, semi rough sex, aggressive mammon, possessiveness, hickies/biting, dacriphilia, breeding

"Uh, hey- wait what is that?"

Your eyes rolled back in your head, breath coming in short bursts in between drawn out moans of his name.

The tinny voice coming from somewhere by your head barely registers in your brain, your field of vision dominated by Mammon as he laid over you between your legs.

"I dunno if you're busy or something but I was calling to talk..."

The way Mammons teeth flash as his lips pull back in a possessive snarl makes something ignite deep inside your tummy. One hand finds your face, gripping your jaw while he forces you to look in his eyes, full of something primal that makes your heart beat erratically, not get distracted by your phone.

You hadn't seen it, but he definitely did catch the way your ex's name flashed across the screen right as he'd slid inside you, pushed your legs up to make sure you felt every inch of his cock as it pushed inside your soaked cunt. You'd been messing around in his bed after a movie marathon, your phone had been the one thing not tossed onto the floor as you both got caught up in each other.

Seeing it turned his mind into a flood of red. How dare some scum sucking human guy call you up? Doesn't he know you belong to him? And what the hell were you doing keeping an ex saved in your phone? Don't you know who you belong to? Without thinking he'd slid his finger to answer the call.

Mammons lips brush against yours, shushing your cries and his hips stop moving, keeping his throbbing cock inside you as you squirm.

"Answer him, baby." A whisper of a growl.

Your eyes gape, full of confusion as he lets go of your jaw, pulling away ever so slightly.

He can see the panic dancing across your previously pleasure drunk face.

"Yeah, sorry I'm- I'm really busy-" you struggle through the words.

"Okay," he pauses briefly. "I mean we can talk more later but I was thinking about you, us, you know? I miss you. I was wondering if you'd wanna give it another try?"

The question sits like a loaded gun in the room.

Your eyes are wild, hands scrabbling above your head fumbling for your phone but Mammon beats you to it. Snatching it up as you whine.

Mammon pulls nearly all the way out of you, feeling the way you clench around him in a desperate attempt to get him to stay. The swollen tip of his cock is all that stays nestled inside you. Gently he sets back on his heels, his other hand finding your pussy as he feigns absentmindedness while slowly circling your clit.

In a tone that makes you shiver and squeeze your eyes shut he starts speaking.

"Don't think so, man. She's too busy about to become a mom."

At that, coupled with a hard press of his index on your aching clit, a particularly hoarse groan is pulled from deep inside your chest.

"What the fuck, hey who is this dickhead?" Your ex's voice takes on a hard edge but it doesn't even register to you, not with your head pressed back against the pillows and your hips rolling upwards to chase Mammons touch.

"Ya heard me, but why don't I let her tell you herself?" He mocks, setting the phone right above your head as his hands dig into your hips in a bruising grip before he slams his hips back against you. The force of it makes you gasp and almost choke on your own spit.

But he can't stop himself now, forearms planting themselves firmly on either side of your face, lips devouring yours. It's sloppy, almost animalistic the way he pounds you into the mattress.

Your head is spinning and you've all but forgotten that there's someone else listening to you right now. There's no space in your mind for that, not when Mammons pace is so brutal and the only thing you can do is claw at his back in a weak effort to anchor yourself.

"Fuck," he pants, "Ya wanna be a mommy?" A smirk paints his face as he nuzzles his nose against the side of your neck, licking and sucking against the thin skin like his life depended on it.

You whine, burying your fingers in his snowy hair. The question makes your mind short out, like an electrical wire snapping and spraying sparks in its wake. You open your mouth but all that comes out is an incoherent mess, cries of his name as you frantically reach down and grip the backs of your thighs to pull them up, your moans reaching a fever pitch as you feel his cock prod even deeper.

Letting go of your neck with a soft pop he finds your lips again, biting on your bottom lip and drinking down your cries like they're the finest wine in any realm.

After a hard nip to the swollen flesh he breaths out against your mouth, "Wanna hear you say it."

Tears slip down the sides of your face, you feel the odd wetness of them pooling against your ears as you sob eagerly. "I wanna be a mommy- please-!"

Your voice gets cut off in a squeal as he takes control of your legs, pushing them so far against your chest it makes you wheeze. He grunts against the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him, your slick walls throbbing and just begging to milk him. With your mouth dropped open in a silent wail Mammon feels something warm spray against his abdomen.

But still his hips keep thrusting against you, balls twitching every time they slap against your ass. He can feel the way he's clenching his jaw so hard his teeth might break. Seeing your slack jawed tear stained face and feeling the way you cling on to his shoulders so pathetically finally slows him down.

With a few long, deep thrusts he stills inside you, relishing in the way your pussy is practically sucking in the warm thick cum spurting inside you. It's confirmation, in his mind, that now he's gotta commit to this.

In a fleeting second of awareness his eyes slide from your cockdrunk face to your phone. The screen is dark.

With a grin that oozes smug satisfaction he captures your lips again in a slow, burning kiss, tongue sliding against yours languidly.

Dragging his spit covered lips to kiss along your jaw his hips gingerly start moving again, prompting a low whine from you as your eyes flutter open.

His hands reach under you, cupping your ass and holding you open for him. "Gotta make sure it takes, right?"

#obey me x reader #obey me smut #obey me imagine #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x reader #mammon smut #om smut #mammon x you #obey me x female reader #꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ kita writes

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lovdlydaz · 8 months

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how they react when they see you in your uniform

afab!reader, you play volleyball and you just got home from a game

warnings: nsfw, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, musk kink, man just a lot of sex ngl

a/n: i've been wanting to try drabbles for a while, but i'll come out with fics soon. it'll be drabbles when i'm unmotivated, and fics when i am. hope y'all are okay with that ♡.

oikawa

♡ ————————♡

when you came home off your bus, you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to be on the couch, watching your game on the T.V. he was drooling over the way those spandex hugged your ass and thighs so well, how your ponytail swayed as you went to pass the ball. your body rolled so fluidly, making his cock harden because of how good you played his sport. so, when you came into the room he jumped, then his pupils blew with lust. you were in those same spandex, just in a jacket. he stood up and grabbed you, taking you into your shared room and throwing you onto the bed. his cock was hard as fuck, those shorts he was wearing didn’t really hide much. “you looked so pretty out there babe, i'm sorry i couldn’t come watch you play but you did so good,” he praised you as he pounded into your seeping pussy, eyes rolled back into your head whenever his tip kissed your cervix. you were definitely enjoying yourself, and he kept praising you until he finished. however, when you were both in bed cuddling he would go into your ear and whisper "but i'm better." needless to say, he got a one-way ticket to the couch that night.

ushijima

♡ ————————♡

it was a rough day at practice today. your team had fucked up hard at one of the many national games y'all played, but yesterday wasn't that great. you had fucked up your serves multiple times, had hit the ball into the net god knows how many times, and your hits kept going out. it was horrendous how you barely got to touch a ball today, and your exhausted expression showed when you got home from your car. your lovely boyfriend, who just so happened to be doing his nightly workout, was in the middle of his 6 x 10 reps of pushups when you walked in. he continued to do them, a small 'hey' escaping his lips before he heard an exasperated sigh leave your lips. he heard stuff being thrown on the couch then a flop, quickly hoping up from his little corner in the living room and walking to you. though, when he was about to speak he stopped, seeing you all sweaty and still in your uniform. he felt his heart throb, or what he thought was his heart. but then, he looked down, seeing his rock hard cock and blushing. you opened your eyes to see your large boyfriend looming over you, then feeling something poke you. you looked down to see his even larger cock poking out from his shorts, making you blush as well. let's just say that your spandex, jersey, and entire body was covered in cum that night. and you didn't regret a thing. <3

bokuto

♡ ————————♡

see, you and bo had this sorta complicated relationship. sure you were the sub in bed but bokuto acted as a sort of sub top, whining and whimpering your name whenever he was balls deep inside your pussy. and today was the same as always. you had gotten home from practice, a tired sigh leaving your lips until your beefy boyfriend latched onto you like a leech to skin. "i'm so glad you're home baby! how was practice? did you do good??" he asked like a bright puppy, you could visibly see his tail wagging. you giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, nodding your head and smiling. "yes bo, i had a great practice. how have you been? did you have practice today?" you asked, but then you felt something poking you, and then you felt hungry eyes boring down onto you. koutarou had gone quiet, and he had gotten hard too. it was the way those spandex curved around your waist, your hips and thighs were squeezed through the flexible fabric. you were picked up by your legs and carried into the bedroom, thrown down like a ragdoll before the spandex were ripped off you. his face was shoved into your heat for hours, not letting up until you had passed out. when you did he got himself off from your passed out form, then cleaned you both up and went to bed. just so you know, you were wearing your jersey home almost every day after that. <3

daichi

♡ ————————♡

today was the day of the big game, the biggest of your season actually. so, you had gotten up bright and early to start your day. you took a shower and got dressed, yet your boyfriend who was your #1 supporter and best volleyball coach was there cooking in the kitchen for you. "hey babe, ready to go?" he asked, then he paused. you were sliding your jersey on, tucking it in your spandex and your thighs jiggled as you did so. "yeah, gimme a sec—" and now you were against the wall, getting your brains fucked out of you right before your game. "fuck babe... couldn't resist myself with those pretty thighs of yours..." he whispered into your ear, instantly making you orgasm. he wasn't short after, messing up your insides and causing white to leak from you. you didn't have time to get cleaned up, so when you both got into the car you could feel his cum leaking out of you, which made you blush. let's just say you had a great game, and an ever greater fuck when you got home.

kita

♡ ————————♡

you had had a great day today. your team was playing the best they ever had and it was visibly cheering you up. though, when you got home your boyfriend was cleaning the counter off, seeing your tired yet happy form walk into the house. "hello sweetheart, how was it?" he chirped happily, but his eyes were staring straight at your pretty legs and formidable ass. your uniform looked so pretty on you, and your bust was even tighter in that jersey. he finished wiping off the counter as you told him your day, pressing you into a kiss when you finished speaking. his hands travelled to your thighs and you whined, those were your most sensitive areas. the sex was on the couch, bodies pressed together as you both were feral for each other. kita more than you, but y'know. the sun came up, and you both weren't even close to done. <3

kuroo

♡ ————————♡

your multi-million dollar boyfriend wasn't able to make it to your game. he had tried so hard but he was so busy, yet you didn't mind it. you knew how much he loved you, he showed it to you every day. so, when you were driven home by your personal taxi driver which kuroo also so happened to get for you for your birthday last year, he was sitting in the T.V. room, streaming your game. you were the libero, and he was admiring the way your body moved so nicely to get the ball in the air. hearing you come in he jumped, but then chuckled when he realized it was you. "oh, hey babe," he sputtered with a deep voice, but then his eyes travelled. the way your hair stuck to your forehead, how tight that jersey was and how even tighter those spandex were. he couldn't control himself, and now you were on the bed in doggy position as he rammed his thick cock into your cervix. "this pussy grips around my cock so good... such a slutty player aren't you? wearing those tight ass spandex... fuck, baby you make me go insane..." he murmured all sorts of things to you before you both orgasmed at the same time, making it heavenly bliss for you especially. after that, he got you both cleaned up, but you passed out in his arms before you even touched the bathtub. <3

#haikyu x reader #drabble #female reader #afab reader #haikyu smut #haikyu x y/n #bokuto koutarou #daichi sawamura #kuroo tetsurou #ushijima wakatoshi #kita shinsuke #oikawa toru #bokuto x reader #daichi x reader #ushijima x reader #kita x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader

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clubkira · 6 months

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FIREWORKS.

── SHINSUKE KITA. ┊ HAIKYUU!!

raining in japan m.list. // hq. masterlist.

premise. the perfect fireworks display ending to your first date with kita gets cancelled due to unforseen weather changes; and he seems more upset about it than you are.

content. shinsuke kita / f!reader. somewhat established relationship (first date). set pre-timeskip.

word count. 2k-ish

soundtrack. rainy tapestry : lamp.

19:57

“Attention all park-goers, the fireworks display for tonight is cancelled due to the untimely weather.”

The overhead speakers loudly declare several times to the entirety of the amusement park of the recent development, with a few still turning their heads in confusion at the sudden announcement.

“Please make your exit out of the park, and have a great rest of your night.”

Kita’s hand is grasped firmly in your own as he leads you out of the designated fireworks viewing zone, in tow behind you both are the several hundreds of other disappointed families making their way out.

Unclear at first glance in the darkness of the night, rain clouds have already begun to form over the park. Light trickles of rain start to shower above, quickly increasing in intensity at an alarming pace and drenching those caught in the downpour.

Dozens of children can be seen and heard crying into their mother’s laps across the viewing area, covered in hastily bought clear ponchos while holding their extinguished sparklers. Some quietly trudge behind their parents in sadness, their sneakers and socks getting soaked by the puddles of water that have begun to form on the ground while they walk.

Passing by a small girl sitting on a bench crying to her parents about missing the fireworks show, the slight dip in Kita’s usually relaxed expression doesn’t go unnoticed by you. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly the more saddened families he walks past, the pace of his footsteps quickening with each puddle he unintentionally splashes in.

“.. I’m really sorry,” He manages to speak after some time, the exit of the amusement park becoming clearer in the distance with a sigh.

“I didn’t know it’d rain so hard tonight that they’d have to cancel the fireworks display.”

Your head perks up to meet his own as you give him a sympathetic smile, “no, it’s okay. You couldn’t have known this would happened in advance.”

It was true, nobody had prepared for this outcome at all. The weather forecast for the night said it would only be a light drizzle; with the park’s staff not even being aware of the cancellation until fifteen minutes before the viewing, when they were told to rush out the emergency ponchos and begin handing them out to the guests who were waiting for the fireworks show before one of the staff got on the loud speaker to address the viewers.

“I know, I know,” Kita runs a hand through his hair disheartenedly, eyebrows knitting in frustration when he pulls the both of you underneath a nearby overhang to shield you from the ensuing rain. “it’s just, awful that our first date ended up like this.”

Kita’s pristine, cleanly pressed and ironed white shirt is now stained with little specks of rain, wrinkled with splotches of water lining the chest area and his watch decorated in tiny droplets that slide off and drop to the ground. Eyes shifting around the entrance, the other families slowly begin to trickle out group by group just as disappointed as before.

The crease in his eyebrows becomes more prominent than before, his frustration clearly showing with how he stares angrily at the soaked stone tiles beneath your feet with a huff.

“I can’t believe this..” you hear him mumble underneath his breath, looking up and around at your surroundings when the rain begins to pick up, several families standing around nearby as some are looking at signage for bus routes or getting into their cars in a hurry.

“Our first date, and I’ve already screwed it up.”

Your stare quickly hardens at his words, “You didn’t screw this up,” comes a sigh, eyes flickering to meet his.

Even in the chaos that surrounds the two of you, your quiet words manage to reach his ears when you notice the way his gaze visibly softens upon seeing the concern your eyes hold for him. His shoulders relax, untensing as his arms fall to his sides.

You’ve never seen Kita so frustrated before, and over something he has no control over. He’s always been levelheaded no matter the circumstances, usually being the type of person who doesn’t go undeterred when things don’t go his way or how he intended.

But you can’t deny the annoyance displayed prominently on his face and in his body language when it’s presented right in front of you. The way his knuckles tense when he feels the rain beginning to come down harder around you two, bouncing off rocks and soaking into the grass below.

The calm mask that Kita normally wears seems to slip off for a brief moment as he visibly swallows, shoving his hands into the damp pockets of his pants. An awkward laugh bubbles it’s way up his throat in his attempt to soothe over the situation.

The smile he gives you doesn’t even reach his eyes.

“Ah, I’m sorry things had to turn out like this.” He apologizes again, like he’s been doing repeatedly in what only feels like the past fifteen minutes; an attempt to assure you that he genuinely is. “I really am, is there anyway I could make this up to you?”

You shake your head, “I told you it’s fine, you don’t need to keep apologizing for this, Kita.”

“But it’s not fine,” he laments, grimacing when the rain from his hair trickles and drips down onto his face, wiping the raindrops away with the sleeve of his shirt. “I wanted to do something special to end off tonight,” his voice is tinged with disappointment, a reflection of his own self-frustration.

He looks away from your eyes, staring off to the paved parking lot ashamed, “Someone like you deserves a better first date than.. this.”

You scoff at his statement, huffing when he keeps depricating himself, “Kita, what’s so bad about this first date, hm?”

Kita’s face morphs into something of somewhat confusion, stuttering lightly when he turns back to face you. He chuckles unsurely like you’ve just told a good joke, “What do you mean? Do you not see what’s happening around us right now?”

He gestures to the still remaining families surrounding the entrance of the amusement park nearby, the children having calmed down but still visibly deflated by the rain and cancellation of the fireworks. Most are preoccupied with a device or toy of their choosing while being shielded from the rain by coats, signage or the strollers of their younger siblings.

Disgruntled parents stand just out of reach trying to figure out the best routes to take home, arguing with the park’s staff about refunds for the fireworks show while heckling them about the poor management and lack of communication with the staff and park-goeres.

The chill of the wind can be felt through your soaked clothes, goosebumps rising all over your arms that cause you to shudder. Everything begins to slow down to what seems like a barely moving standstill; anything from outside of your little bubble with Kita being reduced to a snail’s pace in your eyes.

The movements of those surrounding you become like smear frames in the distance, the raindrops still raging on even more heavily now serving as the only remainder of reality; the only constants being the sounds they make when they fall from the darkened sky up above onto the two of you.

“Does this look like a perfect first date to you?”

Kita’s question snaps you back momentarily, the pace of the world resuming in an instant. He turns to face you; arms crossed over his damp shirt and wearing a skeptical expression on his face that is mixed with something else that you can’t quite discern otherwise.

Confusion, frustration, desperation?

Your lips purse in thought for a brief moment, which he takes as his answer as he rambles out another hasty apology before you can even respond. “See what I mean? Look, I’m so sorry about all this. I swear, if you let me take you out again next time I can do better—”

“Shinsuke.”

The sudden use of his first name shocks him into silence, gulping as he waits for your reply. A sense of worry envelops him when you don’t respond immediately, uneasiness in his voice when he speaks again.

“Yes?”

Stepping towards him, the feeling of the soaked soles of your shoes slosh around in the puddles underneath make shivers shoot up through the calfs of your legs. Kita’s gaze follows you expectantly, eyes afraid to leave yours when you reach for his hands from deep inside of his pockets.

They’re cold to the touch from the cold rain and wind chills of the night when you hold them in your own, thumb brushing over his dry knuckles and settling into the folds of his palms.

“You haven’t even asked me about how I felt about the date yet.”

Kita blinks owlishly, his eyebrows unfurrowing as confusion settles into his face again at your response before letting out an unsteady laugh, shoulders shaking with mirth.

And the timid smile he shows you this time does reach his eyes.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” he apologizes again, this time more freely before pulling you in closer by the hip. His head settles into the crook of your neck with a hum, “What do you think of the date then, hm?”

Kita’s breath feels hot against your skin, a sharp contrast to the chill that circulates in the air around, carried through the rain and wind in it’s journey. Bodies swaying blissfully in the darkness, hidden away from the blaring headlights of the cars pulling out of the parking lot underneath the overhang.

Sparkling specks of water drip and fall down around you, pooling into that puddles that have for sure already begun to ruin the bottoms of your shoes. Rainwater has begun to seep through the soles, your socks becoming victim to the nature of your circumstances.

The wet fabrics of your clothing clings to the sides of your figures, the image of Kita’s collarbone and upperhalf of his chest glazed underneath his shirt.

Kita’s hair is fully drenched, now clumped and pushed to the side from when he ran his hand through it. Droplets of water litter his cheekbones and eyelashes in perfect spheres, cascading down the edge of his jawline in a resemblance of tears.

Even when soaked to the core, like a housecat who was caught in the sudden rain; Kita looks as handsome as the day you returned his feelings.

Your voice is low, settling into the background sounds of the rainfall. “I think, that our date was wonderful;” you reassure him, “even without the fireworks.”

Kita looks unsatisfied with your answer, confused and asking you questions in rapid-fire succession. “But the fireworks were the whole reason you came here—” He begins to say, “Aren’t you, disappointed..? That you didn’t get to see them?”

“No, Shinsuke,” you chuckle, “I didn’t come for the fireworks, I came for you.”

As wonderful and flashy as fireworks are, and indeed what could be considered major highlight of a trip for many of the visitors of the amusement park, your heart was never dead set on seeing them.

Fireworks can be seen anytime, but your first date with Kita can never be repeated.

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t come to get rained on at the end though,” he chuckles, bringing a hand out of his pockets to cup your warm cheek. The warmth radiating from your skin defrosts the chill in his palm almost instantaneously, “I wished to have a very dry end to our date, preferably,” his choice of words makes you snort.

“You wanted a dry end to our date?” You repeat jestingly, “Maybe you don’t actually like me in that case, Shinsuke.” His head drops in quiet laughter, “Fine, fine. I’ll rephrase what I meant then.”

His fingers smooth over your jawline tenderly, eyes soft and heart full of love. “I wished to kiss the most beautiful girl underneath the fireworks as the perfect end to our date, how does that sound?”

“Who said it had to be under the fireworks?”

“No one,” he smiles, “But it would’ve been very romantic if we did.”

A grin of your own tugs at your lips, “We can still kiss right now if you want.”

“While we’re soaking wet?” He laughs, drawing his face closer. His hands itch to grab hold of your face and pull you in, but he holds himself back in fear of overstepping his boundaries.

“Are you sure?”

Kita looks to you for permission, lips barely an inch away from your own. The steady rising and falling of his chest is accentuated by his sopped shirt clinging to his frame, hot breath fogging up in the cool night air.

You nod, without a doubt in your mind, finally connecting the distance between you two. Kita smiles into the kiss, eyes closing in satisfaction while his hands stay planted at your hips, never straying away from their hold.

The taste of rainwater is evident on both of your tongues, the two of you giggling as the twinkling sounds of rain and ripples of the puddles flow through the atmosphere around.

Kita’s the first to pull away, hesitating when he chases your lips one final time before reeling his head back to catch his breath.

Even in the darkness, only illuminated by a street lamp several feet away; Kita’s cheeks are rosy with euphoria, eyes crinkling with sparks of happiness flying throughout.

His forehead leans against your own, the wet strands of his hair sticking to his head. The whites of his teeth gleam when he smiles, quietly whispering for your ears to hear only.

“Maybe I should make sure it’s raining when I take you out on a second date.”

reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Inarizaki’s Manager

Miss Manager is Shy and Cute 🥹

Inarizaki x shy and cute! Female manager (she/her pronoun)

Warnings: Atsumu starts off as a butthole but we reform him, fluff

A/N: I wrote a headcanon set earlier with a shy reader and well, now I think I’m a shy reader expect 💅 so here’s one of my favs with a shy manager 😌

Oof- you good, girl?

Seriously this team is like the opposite of shy and calm

I wouldn’t say they are Karasuno level but they get HYPED

Now, many of them had given up the dream of ever having a female manager

They were prepared to brave it alone (namely Kita, Aran, Omimi, Akashi, Suna, Ginjima, etc)

They knew what their problem was…

Well PROBLEMS

Atsumu and Osamu

But it’s fine because they were efficient 💅

Kita did everything and well, Kita did everything

But that all changed when one day our precious Angel, Riseki, met someone new 👀

You see, you were the new girl in school

A curse honestly

Being the new kid is never easy, trying to find friends or fit in with everyone is so hard

And to top it off, you were ridiculously shy and a wallflower

It’s not that you didn’t want to make friends but your shy, cute nature made it difficult

When you first joined Riseki’s class, he thought you were rather cute

You kept to yourself, didn’t bother anyone

You were smart and capable

And most importantly, you had absolutely NO CLUE who the Miya twins were 😌

Riseki had watched you a few times, and you showed a lot of promise

You seemed to be able to ignore all the Miya chat surrounding you

You didn’t seem bothered by the fan girls

And most importantly, when a Miya fight would break out, you’d simply ✨ignore ✨ it

The problem was that Riseki knew you were shy

You’d never speak up in class, you barely talked to anyone

But he also knew this was his opportunity

So what does he do? Well he confides in Kita

“Hey Kita, so I think I might have found us a potential manager?”

Kita 👉🏻😐😑 *not convinced or optimistic whatsoever*

“Is this person a teenage girl?” Kita asks in return

“Yes but-”

Kita 👉🏻 No 🫶🏻🥰

“Here me out tho, she’s a transfer student and I’ve been keeping an eye on her,” Riseki says

Kita 👉🏻🤨 creepy but ight-

“She has shown zero reaction to the Miyas at all! Like none, not even a second glance!” He says

Kita 👉🏻 tell me more…

Riseki goes on to explain more about you and Kita agrees to give you a small trial run

Ok now that Kita is convinced, all Riseki needs to do is ask you

Simple right?

“Hey Yn!” He yells as you freeze

You rn 👉🏻😐😳

Please you are looking around like “is he talking to me? Am I Yn?”

“Hey I was wondering if you had a club yet?” He asked as you just stared 👁️👄👁️

Please Yn, function

Riseki realizes that he probably came in way too strong, so he backs up a bit

“Umm I’m sorry to come at you so strong but I was wondering if you needed a club? The boys volleyball team is looking for a manager and I think you’d be perfect,” he says as your eyes widen even more

Please blink before your eyes dry up

“Ohh umm I don’t think I umm- I’m not sure I’d be good- I don’t play volleyball or know anything really,” you say as you blush heavily

Riseki is DYING at how cute you are 😭

“It’s ok Yn! I can teach you everything and the guys, wellmostoftheguys, are super helpful!” He says as you ponder for a bit

Maybe this is just what you need? You never take chances like this and maybe now is the time to start branching out

“Umm I guess I can try,” you say, a tiny smile lighting up your face as Riseki dies inside 😭

After school, he brings you to practice

The gym is huge and all the guys in it are huge as well

You start to second guess your decision

Maybe you aren’t cut out to be social, yeah maybe you’ll just be shy forever

Suddenly you are forced out of you thoughts when you are approached by four guys

You quickly take refuge behind Riseki and peer out from behind him as the boys all smile at you

“Kita, Aran, Omimi, Akagi- this is Yn! Yn these are our third years!” Riseki says as you blush hard and peek out from behind him

“Umm hello, I’m YN from class 1-4. It’s very n-nice to meet y-you,” you stutter out as the third years practically perish

How the heck are you so freaking cute?? 😭

“It’s nice to meet you YN, I’m Kita, the captain. Thank you so much for coming to meet with us,” Kita says, already impressed that you aren’t making waves or causing any disruptions

“T-thank you for having me,” you say as you stand next to Riseki now, a little more confident

“So Yn, do you know anything about volleyball?” Aran asks as you shake your head

“Not really but I’m a pretty fast learner,” you say as the boys all nod

Suddenly, a rouge ball comes flying out of nowhere as you quickly take cover as Akagi stops it from hitting you

“Are you ok Yn?” Kita asks as you nod

“I’m fine thank you,” you say before being approached by a boy with a yellowish blonde hair color

“Hey girls aren’t allowed in the gym!” He shouts as you reeled back a bit

Who was this extremely rude person?

“Shut up ya idiot! Obviously she’s talking to the captain!” A silver toned man says

“Yeah well I don’t need to be interrupted by any squealing pigs during my serves so get out of here!” He shouts at you as you quietly back up

“ATSUMU! Knock it off, stop being so rude! This isn’t one of your fan girls, this is Yn and she’s going to be our trial manager!” Kita scolds the yellowish blonde as he scoffs

“This? This is going to be our manager? She’s tiny and looks like she’s afraid of her own shadow! How is she going to ever be a manager for a powerhouse?” Atsumu says as you whince a little

Man he was a jerk 😒

“Damn Sumu, you’re being a jerk! Leave the poor girl alone,” a tall black haired man says

“Suna’s right! She didn’t do anything to you,” Omimi says as Atsumu stares at you

“She’s literally taking up space! Like how is she going to even be helpful?” Atsumu says as you finally lose it

“Excuse me,” you say, a little anger and agitation now clear on your voice

Everyone 👉🏻👀

“Yes, I maybe a little shy and skittish at times but it’s extremely rude of you to judge someone you haven’t even been introduced to,” you say as the men all look at you

Kita is like mentally taking notes

Suna has his phone out and recording 📱

Riseki is like “who is this?”

“My name is Yn and I’m a first year. I might not be the best but I’m smart and I learn quickly. If I interrupted your practice, I apologize but I won’t stand here and be treated with disrespect,” you say as you bow and take your leave

Honestly Queen shit 👑

Oohhhh Kita and Riseki are BIG MAD

Kita doesn’t say anything, he just GLARES at Atsumu

Riseki turns and goes after you but not before giving Atsumu the death glare of a lifetime

Aran, Omimi and Akagi are ready to kill

Suna is still recording 📱

Ginjima has now joined the pack and is wondering what the heck is going on

And Osamu, well Osamu is 👀 👇🏻

“YOU TYRANNICAL PIGGGGG!” He shouts as he kicks Atsumu in the back

But this time, nobody stops him from beating up his brother

The team 👉🏻 😙🎶

Meanwhile-

“YN wait! Please wait- I’m so sorry about Atsumu!” Riseki says apologizing to you

“Riseki, I’m sorry but I can’t-,”

“Please Yn! PLEASE! Please just give us a shot! I promise, we will kick Atsumu off the team if we have to just please be our manager!” Riseki says, on his knees BEGGING

Dang these guys really want a manager 😅

You sign, “I’ll do a trial run if it means that much to you.”

Riseki 👉🏻😐😳🥹 really?!?

You smile and nod a little

Riseki pulls you in for a deep hug 🫂 as you simply blush

And this began your journey as Inarizaki’s sweet manager

I wish I could say it was all smooth sailing but alas, Atsumu is still on the team 🙄

You aren’t sure why but at first, he’s just not nice at all

Like he refuses to take a towel from you, or even drink the water you hand him

He kind of makes you miserable

He knows how shy you are so he often puts you on the spot just to embarrass you

“Hey Yn do you know what that was called?” He says as he slams a serve over

Omimi and Akagi 👉🏻🙄 here we go…

Kita 👉🏻 😐😑 Atsumu-

Osamu 👉🏻 just say the word Yn 🙎‍♂️🤛🏻

Suna 👉🏻👀📱

“Umm a serve ace right?” You shyly respond

“Well would you look at that, she can learn,” Atsumu laughs as he walks away

Everyone is GLARING at Sumu rn

Literally Riseki was not joking when he said they would kick him off the team Yn

Idk if you bruised his ego or what Yn but man’s has it out for you 😅

However, one thing about Atsumu is that you can win the man over

It’s simple really… 🙌🏻 praise 🙌🏻

And you do just that

“Sumu your sets are really off today!” Aran says as Atsumu glares at him

“Yeah dude you literally almost flubbed our quick,” Suna says as Atsumu rolls his eyes and walks away

He sits on the bench, putting a towel over his head as he ponders

He’s not sure what’s wrong with him today but he’s been off all day

You noticed something was off, thinking maybe he was just having a bad day

But then you realized that Atsumu Miya wasn’t use to having bad days

So you decide to extend an olive branch

You walk over the him as he sits on the bench

“YN wait!” Osamu tries to stop you but he can’t

Suna’s eyes widen in fear for your life as Kita gets ready to save you from certain destruction

You calmly sit beside Atsumu as he turns his head and glares at you

You smile a little and place your hand on his gently

The team 👉🏻😳😲

“Everyone has bad days Atsumu. If we didn’t have bad days, we’d never get better. I still think you’re an amazing setter and if you ever need a hug, I’m here for you,” you say as Atsumu’s eyes widen

Atsumu is to stunned to speak

Quick Suna take a picture!

Seriously he was so mean to you and yet, you were still so nice to him

You smile and stand up, walking back to practice when it happens 🫣

Two strong arms grasp you from behind as a warmth radiates around you

You smile a little, grabbing his arms and squeezing

“Thanks Yn,” Atsumu says as he lets go and walks back into the court

The entire team is too stunned to speak

You say nothing as you go back to your job, handling towels, volleyballs and notes

“Did that just happen?” Ginjima asks

“I think so? Is this a dream?” Omimi responds

“Holy crap Atsumu actually has a heart?” Suna says

“OF COURSE I HAVE A HEART YA IDIOT!” Atsumu screams from the court

“Not like anyone could every tell ya grinch!” Osamu responds

“EXCUSE YOU SIR?!? WE ALL HAVE BAD DAYS, IF WE DISNT HOW WOULD WE EVER GET BETTER!” Atsumu responds

“YN literally just told you that ya dummy!” Ginjima says, rolling his eyes 🙄

The guys go back to practice

This time, Atsumu is much more on point

You smile and clap as the boys all kill it in practice

You don’t cheer loud, simply clap and smile 😊

It’s literally giving them life Yn!

Now when it came time for tournaments, you can’t say you weren’t nervous

This was your first time around so many people

You were still pretty shy, even thought you’d become friends with the entire volleyball team

Literally they were so protective of their shy little manager 🥹

“Ok is everyone here?” Kita asks as you nod

You had been walking in back with Suna, making sure all the members stayed together

“Ok let’s go get warmed up!” Kita shouted as the guys all nodded and followed

You were walking when suddenly, your notebook fell and your papers scattered everywhere

“Crap!” You silently said as you kneeled down to pick them up

However what you failed to notice was that the team had continued to walk

You see where I’m going with this 👀

“Hey guys- oh no!” You said as you stood up, realizing there was every color of jersey surrounding you BUT black and white

You 👉🏻😐😳😢

“Ok Yn calm down, the team is somewhere,” you silently muttered to yourself as you wandered around giants

You felt like crying, scared and nervous because there were so many people around

You had to ask someone for help

Suddenly, you bumped into the back of someone

“I’m so sorry!” You said, tears in your eyes as she looked at you

“Oh it’s fine, hey are you ok?” She asked, gorgeous blue eyes watching you

You shook your head, eyes meeting hers

“Hey Kiyoko, I’ve got the bento boxes all sorted!” A blonde girl said, walking up to you

“What team do you work with?” The girl named Kiyoko asked

“I-I’m with Inarizaki,” you said as they both smiled

“Come with me and Yachi, we can take you to the gym,” Kiyoko said as Yachi stood beside you

“Thank you so much,” you say bashfully to the two pretty girls

Meanwhile…

“Ok Riseki, Ginjima can you help YN fill up the water bottles please?” Kita asks as they nod and look over to you

Only you’re not there 😅

They start looking all over for their precious bby

Please Ginjima even looks under his shoes incase he stepped on you 😭

“Umm Kita,” Riseki interrupts

“Yes,” Kita says looking at him

“YNs not here,” Riseki says as everyone stops

“What the hell? Where is she?” Kita says looking around everywhere for you

“Suna weren’t you walking with her?” Aran asks as Suna gulps

“She was with me just a a minute ago!” Suna says, now panicking too

“Oh my god and I was just starting to actually like her and you lost her?!?” Atsumu says as Osamu smacks the back of his head

Then they hear their opponents say something

“Has anyone seen Kiyoko and Yachi?” Their team captain says

“OH MY GOD WE HAVE A MANAGER KIDNAPPER!!!” Riseki yells as two of Karasunos memebers RUN from the gym

“We have to find Yn!” Aran shouts following them with the rest of the team

All that remains in the gym is Kita and Karasuno’s captain, Daichi

“We could just text them,” Daichi says as Kita nods

Back with you, you are enjoying talking with the two Karasuno managers

They both seem a little shy like you but they still manage a strong school

“The gym is just up this way-” Kiyoko says when you hear it

At first, it sounds like a stampede of elephants

Then you realize it’s just like 15 teenage boys racing toward you 😅

“YN OH MY GOD WE FOUND YOU!” Riseki says pulling you into a hug as your boys gather around you

“Are you hurt? Do you need help? Are you hungry?” Aran says panicking as you watch Kiyoko and Yachi fight off their team

You giggle a little, the boys taken a back

“I’m fine guys, I actually just made some friends!” You says smiling at Kiyoko and Yachi

Inarizaki rn 👉🏻😐😳🥹 our baby is growing up!

“Thanks Kiyoko and Yachi! I’ll see you in the gym!” You say, waving to the two girls as they follow you

You look over at Riseki and give him the biggest hug

Riseki rn 👉🏻😳

“Thanks for inviting me to be your team manager! Now let’s go kick some butt!” You say sweetly as the team stops

The team 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

No need to worry about the match Yn, I’m sure everything will be just fine 😌

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wonderoustime · 8 months

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they say "chivalry is dead" but how could it be when kita is alive?

trained by his granny from a young age, kita has been raised as the man to defeat all men in regard to classiness.

he pulls your chair out for you not out of obligation, but with a deep-rooted respect for your presence. his genuine feelings pour out of his heart through his mouth as he compliments you on your work, your personality and your personal style, taking into account your likes and dislikes so he can always gift you things that match up with your interests and things that you've always wanted to give a try but have never uttered a word about aloud.

the very essence of chivalry resides in the way he always ensures to walk on the side of traffic and the way he holds doors open for not just you, but for anyone behind you. it's in the way he always quickly jogs up to an old person and helps them hold their bags or cross the road, the way he quickly offers his seat to anyone in need, the way he makes everyone he talks to feel heard in a way irreplicable by anyone else. it blooms just like the small bouquet of flowers he hands you, permeates the senses similar to the scent of the delicious sweet he gifts your family and shines bright like the stars in the sky as he carries a tipsy you home from the bar.

it's the cardigan cure for the september storm.

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festive · 2 years

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꒰ Heaven on Earth: ꒱

꒰ pairings: ꒱ ⋮ Shinsuke Kita x Fem!Reader

꒰ contents+warnings: ꒱ ⋮ breeding, established relationships, established relationship, oral (fem!receiving).

꒰ words from vi: ꒱ ⋮ i posted this on ao3, edited juuuuust a bit to post here. anyways 3.2k of me simping for kita.

"Angel, I'm home." Kita's voice rings through the house as he's greeted by Tamago — the family's fluffy white pup, who is anything but small, who also reaches right up to Kita's shoulders when she's on her hind paws.

Tamago rushes to the door — tail wagging delightfully behind her, whooshing with each step. She tackles him while placing her large paws on his stomach, nearly knocking him over as she bounces all over the place. Whining and barking before Kita speaks up. "Did ya miss me?" He coos, tenderly petting her head, his hands ruffling her soft fur, making her ears perk up. She barks in response as if she knew what he was asking when in all honesty, she was just happy to be here.

"Alright, calm down, girl." Kita hums, shooing the enthusiastic pup with his hands as she circles around his knees, her heavy tail hitting him with a thump as she plays with his pants. She bites and pulls on the material. "Tamago, please." Although his voice was soft, the way he said her name held a certain sternness, as if he was scolding a child. Tamago tilts her head cutely before scurrying off toward the kitchen.

"Love, are ya home?" Kita calls out as he wanders aimlessly throughout your shared home before remembering which way Tamago went. He's guided by the rich smell of spices and herbs leading him towards the kitchen. He could feel his mouth starting to water. Whatever you were making smelled amazing.

"I'm in the kitchen, dear!" You turn your head to call back, loud and clear. Although you feel embarrassed by your volume when you realize you didn't need to scream — nor did you need to tell him where you were since he, in fact, knew where you were seeing as he was leaning his weight on the doorway.

Kita would be lying if he said he didn't find it endearing how cute you were when startled or how adorable you were as you apologized for yelling indoors. You give him a nod before turning your attention to the stove.

"Mmm' don't worry 'bout it." Kita hums, making his way towards you — careful with his footsteps, not wanting to make too much noise. You can feel his large hands wrap around you, tugging at your frilly apron before they settle on your waist. Your husband pulls you close, dipping his head into the crevice of your neck before.

"Did ya miss me?" He asks, his warm breath tickling your neck. You giggle, and it sounds like music to his ears. You were absolutely perfect. "Of 'course I did, sweetheart."

Tamago watches in boredom, her brown eyes trailing from you to Kita before she let's out a loud yawn as she rests next to the fridge — highly unbothered by the show of affection and more focused on relaxing. You wriggle a bit, freeing yourself from your lover's hold. "Don't you want to get cleaned up before dinner, ya know, shower or something?" You tease. Kita twirls you around as if you were a ballerina until you're face to face with each other.

"Do I stink?" Kita sticks out his lip, pouting, his tone laced with worry as he raises his arms in an attempt to smell himself. "I don't stink, do I?" You laugh at his childlike naivety before giving his nose a little boop.

"All I can smell is the aroma of the food yer cooking." Kita sucks in a deep breath, inhaling the various smells of spices, chopped onion, and even cooked garlic and other veggies. "Ya sure it's not the dog yer smellin'?" He gestures his head towards Tamago's direction, and he's met with her infamous side-eye as she lifts her head and snorts. You laugh. For a dog, she sure was a diva. "I'll have you know. I bathed her before you got here."

"Sorry, Tama', didn't mean to insult ya." He chuckles. Kita moves closer to you, leaning over your body slightly to catch a glimpse of what was sizzling in the skillet. "Whatcha' makin'?"

"Tofu burgers and cooked vegetables." You grin, knowing that those were your husband's favorite things to eat.

"Have I died and gone to heaven? What'd I do to deserve this?" Then, raising his thick brows, he gives you a quizzical look.

"Nothing, nothing. Just thought I'd show you how much I appreciate you." You're not lying. Your husband works so hard day in and day out to ensure your needs are satisfied — never asking for anything in return and always making your life easier. You're truly grateful for him.

"Yer an angel, ya know that?" You can feel the heat start to rise to your cheeks, doesn't matter if you have been married to him for over 5 years. You'll always fall victim to his charm. "Shin, stoooop." You whine, pushing his hands away from you as you try to hide your flustered expression — your smile never leaving your face. But to no avail, your husband was much stronger than you were and he refused to budge.

"I mean it! I thank tha Gods' every day for putting you in my life." You never once doubted him, no matter how many times he says it. His eyes soften and you can feel the warmth of love illuminating from them — he leans his face in closer so that both your noses are touching while his lips hover mere inches away from yours. "Shin." Your words come out breathless before he places a gentle kiss upon your soft lips.

You push him before he can deepen the kiss. "Not in front of Tamago." You reprimand him as he were a child, reminding him of your guy's fur baby that's casually laying against the fridge, not even paying attention to you both. Kita groans before he steps aside, digging into the cupboards in search of something. The sound of him rummaging had Tamago's ears perking up, as soon as he finds what he's looking for she's already on all fours. Her eyes light up as she sees the box labeled 'dog treats.' Kita smirks, ready to outplay her.

Fishing his hand inside the box, he pulls out two bone shaped treats before making his way over to the kitchen door that's connected to the outside. Turning the handle he gives Tamago one good look before tossing the treats into the wild. "Go get 'em!" She takes off and Kita shuts the door behind her — locking it with ease. "That'll keep her busy for a bit." He muses, making his way back to you.

"So now, let me show ya' how much I appreciate ya." He wraps one arm around your form while he takes your chin in his hand — cradling it with his fingers. "This time with no distractions."

"Shinsuke, I'm trying to cook."

"I think just this once, I want dessert first.." He counters, moving you out the way as he turns off the stove and switches the skillet to a cold burner. You sigh. "You're being greedy." This time you cradle his face delicately in your smaller hands, before placing a chaste kiss upon his lips.

"Can ya blame me? I just want my wife to know how much I love her." He smiles against your lips. Then, he picks you up and gently places you on the kitchen island to not hurt you — your legs dangle off the edge. He helps you take off the apron you're wearing, you're not sure why you're neatly folding it, but you do it anyways before you place it beside you.

"Spread yer legs, please, angel." You stifle a chuckle. You found it amusing how even when he's about to do something so sinful and lewd, he still had the courtesy to be polite. You'd make a mental note to thank your grandmother-in-law for raising such a wonderful man later.

You do as you're told with no complaints, spreading your legs wide enough for Kita to slot himself between them. Then you pull your dress up, bunching it to your waist so that he has the perfect view of your lacy red underwear.

"Mm' fancy panties? It's like ya were expectin' this to happen, my little vixen." He hooks his fingers around the band of your panties — admiring the soft silky fabric before pulling them down past your thighs and down to your knees. You shimmy them off your ankles and kick them onto the floor until you're practically exposed.

The cool air hitting against your core caused your body to shiver as Kita kept your legs propped open with his body. You feel slightly embarrassed, shifting in your place as your husband stares at your aching cunt through half-lidded eyes as if he were mesmerized by the sight before him.

He places gentle butterfly kisses upon your plush thighs before trailing his soft lips further up your body, slowly approaching your puffy folds. He plants his tongue flat against your cunt, licking broad, languid stripes across your entrance.

Kita is a man who'd prefer to take his time and savor his food before devouring it whole. It showed by how tantalizingly slow he was lapping at you — this was his way of savoring you. Although the sentiment was nice, you hated it. You wanted him to ruin you, to make you scream and cry as you cum on his tongue. "Shinsuke, please."

"Please what, angel? Ya know ya gotta use yer words." Kita questions. You place your hands upon your lover's head, and your fingers tread gingerly through his hair as you massage his scalp. Kita hums against you in contentment, sending vibrations into your core.

"Please make me cum." You whine out in frustration.

"Are ya sure I'm the one being greedy?" He looks up, his brown eyes making contact with yours, and you can see the playfulness in them. Of course, he's more than willing to oblige after this was all about you. He didn't need to be told twice. He buries his face deeper into your cunt, and his nose bumps against your clit as he fucks his tongue in and out of you vigorously.

"Shin— Shin, you feel so good." You whimper, your hands clawing at the surface underneath. Then, feeling desperate for more, you close your eyes, grinding your core into his face. Your hearts racing and the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter as you're on the verge of cumming — all you needed was a little more friction. You're so close until...

He pulls away, and you whine at the loss of sensation, the knot in your stomach suddenly disappearing. You feel an ache between your thighs.

"Ya taste as divine as ya look. I could savor ya forever and never get tired." You open your lust-filled eyes to stare at the man between your thighs in bewilderment for bringing you so close to your orgasm just to dangle it over your head as if you were a cat playing with a string tied to a stick. "Come on, don't look at me like that, will ya?"

You're about to say something. However, before you have the chance, you feel Kita sliding two thick fingers into you — the penetration throwing you off and causing your words to die in your throat. He's always been skillful with his hands, knowing where to poke and prod that has you screaming his name while you see stars.

He angles his fingers and curves them slightly so they rub against your sweetest spot as he continues to pump them in and out of you while he lazily thumbs at your throbbing clit. Then, finally, he moves his face closer to your cunt, parting his lips. Next, he places his mouth upon your bundle of nerves — replacing his thumb with his tongue. Saliva drips down Kita's chin as he continues to sloppily suck and slurp on your puffy clit.

You can feel the knot in your stomach coming back as Kita continues his ministrations without delay. He finally gives you the release you were so desperately looking for. A pornographic moan spills from your lips as your body convulsed in pleasure, your orgasm crashing through your body as you cum on your lover's pretty face.

Kita pulls away, licking your slick from his lips. You can hear him fumbling with his belt and watch as he effortlessly discards it, along with his pants, then finally, he takes off his shirt. Leaving him in nothing but his boxers, your eyes follow the silver trail of hair on his stomach until they land on his crotch. You don't fail to miss the wet spot on the front, but you'd instead not question it.

You opted to watch in silence as his cock springs to life, hitting his stomach with a slap as soon as he pulls his boxers down.

Kita's leaky cock was pretty. It had two prominent veins decorating the shaft, and no foreskin, so you could really admire how cute the flushed tip was, even when it was leaking precum. And for the first time tonight, he found himself feeling embarrassed, the tips of his ears going just as red as his face as you stared intently at his cock.

"Shin, you're beautiful." You say absentmindedly, but you really did mean it. Kita has always been beautiful to you, even when you were both in school together. You were shocked when you confessed your feelings for him and even more shocked when you had learned he had always reciprocated. Hell, you were grateful for that shot of tequila you had that day. If it weren't for that liquid courage, you don't think you'd be here right now — married for over 5 years. "Ya think so?" Kita asks, and you nod your head in reassurance.

Your husband pins your body underneath his and you're forced to lay your back onto the cold surface of the island. He has one hand planted above your head while the other is stroking his cock as he aligns it with your awaiting hole.

You don't mind the wait; honestly, it gives you time to admire your husband's body. Kita hasn't always been this built. He'd always been lean in his youth — it wasn't until after his teenage years did his body start to fill out nicely, with muscle and a little bit of pudge. (Not that you're complaining! Kita's little stomach is your favorite to cuddle because it's so soft. And to be fair, it's your fault he's put on the extra weight.) You absolutely loved feeling his weight pressing against you.

You're brought out of your stupor as you feel the tip of Kita's cock forcing itself inside as he sinks past your folds — the ridges of his shaft rubbing deliciously inside you as it drags along your walls. He hisses as he finally bottoms out. It was a tight fit; however, it's not your fault he's so big, so thick, and so long. Sitting at a solid 8 inches when he's hard. The pudge of his stomach rests nicely against your pubic bone as he gives you time to adjust to his size.

As soon as you give Kita the confirmation he was waiting for, he begins rocking his hips against yours at a steady pace. The way his cock dragged slowly throughout your body with each thrust felt excruciating, and you ached for him to be rougher with you — not wanting him to keep touching you as if you were a doll. You desperately rut your hips against him, and then you feel the weight of his large hand pressing into your hip, holding you still.

"Let me cherish ya." You glare at him, although your gaze held no malice. "Please?" He asks this time, and you sigh. Allowing him to do as he pleases.

"Ya know, been thinkin'—"Kita stops mid-thrust as he drawls out his thoughts. "Been thinkin' bout how good ya look all-round 'n swollen with my kids." Your walls involuntarily clenched around his cock — hard, you'd be lying if you've never thought about bearing his children. Kita gives you a lopsided smirk before he rams back into you. You let out a choked sob.

"Is that want ya want?" He thrusts into you, picking up his pace as you desperately nod your head, unable to form any coherent thoughts, or words, for that matter. Simply enjoying the feeling of getting fucked silly.

"Sweetheart, I'm talking to ya." His voice snapped you from your delusions, the familiar feeling in your tummy becoming unbearably tight as if it were going to burst at any given moment.

"Yes, yes, oh god, please— Shinsuke, please breed me!" Pleased with your answer, Kita angles his hips determined to hit your sweetest spot with precision. As Kita's name rolls off your tongue like a prayer, you no longer hold back your moans, not caring how loud you're being.

"Atta girl, look at ya.. lookin' beautiful as ya cum on my cock." As if on cue, the tip of Kita's cock pounds against that spot that has you seeing stars. Your fluttering walls clench and constrict around him — and he's trying his hardest not to cum right then, desperate to steal one more orgasm from you.

He gives you no time to recover from your post-orgasmic bliss as he continues rutting his hips into yours at an inhumane pace — you're scared if he goes any harder, he'll knock you off the kitchen island, so your wrap your arms around him as if you're clinging onto him for dear life.

A ring of white forms at the base of his cock as he rips orgasm after orgasm off you — your juices dripped down his shaft as they coat his heavy balls that slap against you with each thrust.

"Mmm' sorry angel, ya just feel so good." You've long lost count of how many times you've come, you felt sensitive, and your brain felt dizzy, you couldn't even register the 'I love yous' coming out of Kita's mouth.

As if the gods took pity upon your poor soul, you feel Kita's cock pulsate inside you - his balls tightening in desperation. He was close. With one final thrust, he finally came, his cock twitching as it shot spurts of white deep inside you, saturating your walls with his seed. He removes his softening cock, putting it back inside his pants before replacing it with his fingers that slide inside your thoroughly used hole easily. "Shin, no more, please." Your voice sounds hoarse, and you can barely lift your head to look at him. He pumps his fingers inside of you, and your body tensed up. "Sorry, just makin' sure ya don't waste any."

He retracts his fingers, then gathers your limp body in his arms and hoists you up before carrying you off to the bathroom. "I love ya, now let's go get ya cleaned up." He muses although he can't help but shake the feeling that he's missing something — or someone.

"That's nice and all, but please don't forget to let Tamago in." Ah, there we go. As soon as you're cleaned up, then he'll let her in — hell, he'll even finish dinner and make ya favorite dessert.

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 1 year

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The Haikyuu Characters Responding to you Saying “I Think you Could Have Been Nicer to Me Today” | Pt.2

Pairing: Haikyuu characters x f!reader

Notes: I loved writing this one. I haven’t been working on them too much lately, but here is this for now and I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter!

In this chapter, the characters include: Osamu, Atsumu, Kita, Suna, Sakusa, Daishō, Numai, Kuguri, and Sakishima!

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minarixx · 9 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏 ✯ 𝐒.𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚

"𝙄 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙"

PAIRING. Kita Shinsuke x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, unrequited love, childhood friends to NOT lovers el oh el

Two childhood friends, Kita and Y/N and their complexities of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities.

WC. 3.1k

A/N. My new longest one shot. This one is alright they are getting a bit repetitive sorry guys but I'm still not making part 2s. I feel like making Y/N end up with the love interest's friend is kind of cliche and boring and I don't like happy endings my b.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

In the picturesque prefecture of Hyogo, two grandmothers, Mrs. L/N and Mrs. Kita were close friends on neighboring farms. They had shared countless memories together, and now, they were excitedly awaiting the arrival of their first grandchildren.

On a blissful summer afternoon, the sun beamed down from the azure sky, casting a warm and golden glow over the world below. The gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass, and the distant chirping of birds provided a delightful background symphony.

Mrs. L/N and Mrs. Kita settled on the swings, the sturdy ropes creaking on the wood softly as they rocked back and forth. The swings seemed to dance in the sunlight, casting playful shadows on the ground below. Their laughter echoed through the air as they pushed off the ground, swinging higher and higher with each stroke of their legs.

"Oh, Margaret," Mrs. Kita said with a twinkle in her eye, "I can't believe we're going to be grandmothers! I just know our little ones are going to be the best of friends, just like us."

Mrs. L/N nodded with a warm smile. "Absolutely, Yumie. I couldn't agree more. It warms my heart to think about the adventures they'll have together."

As fate would have it, Kita and Y/N were born just days apart, and their grandmothers couldn't have been happier. From their hospital beds, Mrs. Kita and Mrs. L/N exchanged joyful phone calls, sharing the exciting news of the arrival of their grandchildren.

As the years passed, the two grandmothers lived up to their prediction. Kita and Y/N grew up side by side, their grandmothers often arranging playdates for them.

“They're like two peas in a pod, aren't they?"

Mrs. L/N nodded, a knowing smile on her face. "Indeed, they are, Margaret. I believe they share a special bond that will last a lifetime."

The grandmothers exchanged a glance, and Mrs. Kita decided to broach the subject delicately. "You know, I can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, they'll grow up to be more than just friends."

Mrs. L/N's eyes widened with surprise, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Oh, Yumie, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

They both shared a laugh, realizing they were on the same page. With a twinkle in her eye, Mrs. Kita said, "Perhaps we should encourage their friendship, and who knows, one day, they might discover something more."

From the earliest years, they were inseparable, their laughter echoing through the streets as they explored the world together. During warm summer nights, they chased fireflies, their hearts brimming with dreams of thrilling adventures.

Time flew by, and Kita and Y/N's friendship blossomed. They shared secrets, laughed, and supported each other through ups and downs, just like their grandmothers had hoped.

Little did they know that the innocent bond they forged in their early years would lay the foundation for something deeper and more profound—a love that would one day become the heart of their story.

Their connection deepened, transcending the boundaries of friendship. Unbeknownst to each other, both Kita and Y/N began to harbor feelings that went far beyond mere companionship. Yet, they were afraid to speak their hearts' desires, fearing that such revelations might jeopardize the cherished friendship they held dear.

Years rolled on, and although they remained as close as ever, a shift occurred when Kita started seeing someone else and Y/N got a job offer in the city, reaching adulthood was what had happened. It was as if an invisible thread linked their hearts, but neither dared to tug at it, lest everything unravel.

One sunny afternoon, Y/N and Atsumu strolled through the park, their laughter filling the air as they enjoyed the warmth of the day.

"So, have you heard from Kita lately?" Atsumu asked, casually.

Y/N's face lit up with a soft smile. "Yeah, we texted yesterday. He was telling me about his plans for the weekend."

Atsumu hesitated for a moment before speaking cautiously, "You know, there's something I heard from someone... I don't know if I should say it."

Curiosity tinged with worry sparked in Y/N's eyes. "What is it, Tsumu? You can tell me."

Taking a deep breath, Atsumu gently revealed, "I heard from Aran that Kita's going to announce got engaged last weekend."

Y/N's heart sank, her smile fading away. "Engagement? But he didn't mention anything to me..." Her voice trailed off, disappointment and hurt evident in her eyes.

Atsumu placed a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, it's okay," Y/N replied, trying to regain her composure. "I just... I always thought we were so close that we shared everything with each other."

Atsumu nodded empathetically. "I know, and maybe he just hasn't found the right moment to tell you yet."

But the seed of doubt had already been planted in Y/N's mind. She couldn't help but wonder why Kita hadn't shared this significant event in his life with her. Did he not trust her enough to confide in her? Or had he intentionally kept her in the dark?

Y/N sat on her favorite cozy spot on the couch, nervously tapping her phone on her thigh. Her heart raced with anticipation as she waited for that one text she had been hoping for all day.

The sun was slowly setting, casting a warm glow through the window and painting the room in hues of orange and gold. Y/N glanced at her phone every few seconds, checking for any new notifications. Finally, the familiar chime of a text message broke the silence.

Her heart skipped a beat as she unlocked her phone and read the message from Kita

Kita >"Hey Y/N, let's meet up for coffee."

As Kita and Y/N sat in the old coffee shop by the tranquil lake, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the comforting scent of aged wood filled the atmosphere.

“You know, Y/N," he said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I remember the first time we came here together. We were just kids, barely able to drink coffee."

Y/N chuckled, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia. "Yeah, I remember that day too. I ended up spilling so much coffee on the table but you helped me clean it up."

"It's what friends do, right?" Kita replied, smiling warmly at her.

"Right," Y/N said, her gaze turning thoughtful. "Kita, you've always been there for me, through thick and thin. I don't know what I would do without you."

Kita's heart swelled with affection, and he reached out to gently squeeze her hand. "And you've always been there for me, too, Y/N. You're like the missing piece in my life puzzle."

Y/N blushed, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "That's so cheesy, Kita."

"I mean it," he said, looking into her eyes. "You've been my rock, my confidante, my partner in crime. I feel like I can be myself completely when I'm with you."

"You can, Kita," Y/N assured him, her voice soft and reassuring. "You've always been yourself with me, and that's one of the things I love most about our friendship."

Kita's heart skipped a beat at her words, but he quickly brushed the thought aside, not wanting to ruin the moment by revealing his hidden feelings.

They continued talking, reminiscing about their countless adventures, sharing dreams and aspirations, and laughing at inside jokes that only they understood. The depth of their bond was evident in every word they exchanged, in the way they leaned on each other for support and found comfort in one another's presence.

"Life is going to change a lot soon," Y/N said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "You're getting engaged." Kita’s eyes widened not realizing she had found out so soon.

"I wanted to explain," Kita began, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I know it must have hurt to find out about my engagement like that, and I'm truly sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

Y/N's defenses were still up, but she listened, her heart yearning for answers. "Why didn't you tell me, Kita? We've always been so honest with each other."

Kita sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I’m not sure, there were a lot of things on my mind with preparations and wedding planning, you understand right?"

Y/N felt a mix of emotions wash over her – hurt, understanding, and regret. "I wish you had trusted me enough and remembered to share this with me."

"I do. Things won't be the same, but I know we'll always have this, right here."

Y/N turned to him. "Right here," she echoed, her voice cracking with emotion.

They sat there in silence, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air. Little did they know that this night, under the starlit sky, would be etched into their memories forever.

As the evening wore on, Y/N grappled with her feelings, unsure of what to do next. She longed to confess her own hidden emotions to Kita, but the fear of being a home wrecker was large but losing him as a friend was larger.

Days passed, the buzz of excitement spread throughout the town as the news of Kita's engagement became official. Invitations to the engagement party were sent out, leaving everyone eagerly anticipating the celebration.

Y/N stood in front of her mailbox, her heart pounding with anticipation, as she anxiously waited for her mail to arrive. Her mind was filled with a mix of emotions, unsure of how to feel about attending the party celebrating Kita's engagement. Part of her was happy for him, wanting to support him in this new chapter of his life, but another part of her couldn't shake the lingering sadness and regret.

Finally, the mail arrived, and Y/N found herself holding the coveted invitation in her hands. She took a deep breath and opened it, revealing the elegant card adorned with intricate designs. The words "Kita and Runa’s Engagement Celebration" were written in beautiful calligraphy.

Her heart sank a little as she read Runa's name, realizing that the woman who held Kita's heart was someone she barely knew. Y/N heard Kita mention her multiple times, and the realization stung, making her feel like a distant observer in his life.

She remembered the day where he introduced Runa to her. As they sat in the fields of Kita’s grandma's farm.

As weeks went by after the introduction, Y/N observed Kita and Runa's relationship blossom. They seemed genuinely happy together, and Y/N couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry they shared. Still, she told herself it was just one of those puppy love flings, convinced that their relationship wouldn't last.

But as months turned into years, Kita and Runa's bond remained steadfast. Y/N watched from the sidelines as Kita and Runa's love deepened. She remained a loyal friend, cheering them on and supporting their relationship, even though it pained her to do so.

Soon, Y/N was going to witness Kita and Runa's love taking a new form at the engagement party. Her heart ached with a mixture of emotions.

As the engagement party date drew closer, Y/N wrestled with her emotions. She knew she couldn't let her feelings dictate her actions, but attending the celebration felt bittersweet. She wanted to be there for childhood friend, but she also feared the pain it might bring to witness him committing to someone else.

Arriving at the venue, Y/N was greeted with warmth and excitement from other guests. She smiled and engaged in conversations, trying to push her personal feelings aside.

The occasion was joyous, yet both Kita and Y/N felt an underlying melancholy. Amidst the laughter and congratulatory toasts, Kita found solace in the bottom of a glass, the bitter taste of whiskey easing his nerves.

In the midst of the celebration, Kita and Y/N found themselves alone in a quiet corner. The dim lights cast soft shadows upon their faces, and the familiarity of each other's presence comforted them. As the night wore on, the alcohol loosened Kita's tongue, and the words he had suppressed for so long came tumbling out.

As she made her way into the bar section of the venue, her eyes found Kita, looking dapper in his suit and a nervous smile playing on his lips. He saw her too, and for a brief moment, their eyes met, conveying a depth of unspoken emotions.

"Y/N, there you are."

She turned to find Kita standing before her, looking both nervous and apologetic. His engagement ring was clearly visible on his finger, a symbol of the new chapter in his life.

"I've been looking for you," Kita said softly.

"Kita, you rarely drink and you reek of alcohol."

"Y/N," he said, his voice a little shaky, "I need to tell you som'shin."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, noticing the uncharacteristic vulnerability in Kita's eyes. "What is it?" she asked, concern lacing her words.

Kita took a deep breath, the alcohol making the task of expressing his feelings even more challenging. "I've lo'ed you for so long, Y/N," he confessed, stumbling slightly over his words. "But I never said anythin' 'cause I was afraid of losin' you. I thought it was betta to keep my feelin's hidden and cher-ish our friendship. I needed to say tis before I got married."

A tear escaped Y/N's eye as she listened intently, realizing the weight of Kita's slurred confession. "Oh, Kita," she whispered, her own emotions starting to surface. "I never knew… I never realized…"

"It's alrigh'," Kita interrupted, offering a bittersweet smile. "I've moved on, and I'm genuinely happy for you if you find someone else. I jus' wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

As the words lingered in the air, the full weight of Kita's unspoken love settled upon them. Y/N's heart filled with both sadness and regret, wishing she could have recognized his feelings sooner.

"I'm sorry, Kita," she said softly, her voice quivering. "I wish I had said something sooner.."

As the night continued, they stood there, two childhood friends, each holding onto their unspoken desires. The alcohol might have emboldened Kita to share his feelings, but it couldn't erase the years of silence that had passed between them.

The morning after the engagement party, Y/N woke up with a heavy heart. The weight of Kita's drunken confession still lingered in her mind, the memory etched into her soul. However, as she contemplated the events of the previous night, she couldn't help but notice something unsettling.

Kita, in his intoxicated state, had poured his heart out to her, confessing his long-standing love for her. Yet, when she met up with him at the cafe, it was as if that vulnerable confession had never happened. He was his usual cheerful self, talking about the wedding plans and how excited he was for this new chapter in his life.

Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of confusion and sadness. Had he forgotten what he had said? Did he truly not remember his own confession of love?

As the days went by, Y/N found herself in a state of emotional turmoil. On one hand, she cherished the memories of their close friendship and the unspoken love between them. On the other hand, she carried the burden of knowing his true feelings while he seemed to be moving forward without a care in the world.

Unable to bear the weight of her emotions any longer, Y/N sought comfort in a late-night conversation with Atsumu.

"I just don't understand, Tsumu," Y/N confided, her voice shaking with emotion. "He confessed his love for me that night, and now, it's like he's completely forgotten about it."

Atsumu listened attentively, offering a sympathetic smile. "Sometimes, people say things they don't fully remember when they're drunk. Maybe Kita wasn't ready to face his feelings, and his mind chose to forget."

"But how can he forget something like that?" Y/N exclaimed, tears glistening in her eyes. "It was such a vulnerable moment for him, and now it's like it never happened."

Atsumu hugged his friend tightly, understanding the pain she was going through. "I know it's hard, Y/N, but sometimes we can't control how others feel or what they remember. All you can do now is find a way to heal and move forward."

The days turned into weeks, and Y/N did her best to keep her composure while the wedding preparations were in full swing. She attended bridal showers, smiled through fitting sessions, and participated in the joyous festivities. But each step towards Kita's marriage was a reminder of the unspoken love that still lived in her heart.

On the day of the wedding, Y/N stood amongst the guests, her eyes fixated on the altar where Kita and Runa exchanged their vows. She felt a mix of conflicting emotions – happiness for Kita and the life he was building with someone he loved, but also an overwhelming sadness at the thought of what could have been.

The burden of carrying the secret of Kita's confession weighed heavily on Y/N's shoulders. She knew she had to be strong for her friend, even though it meant sacrificing her own feelings. And as she watched them exchange rings and declare their love she couldn’t help but let out a few tears.

The celebration continued and Y/N knew that she would forever hold a special place in her heart for Kita, a place reserved for the boy who had been her confidante, her partner in crime, and her unspoken love. And as she watched Kita and Runa share their first dance as an engaged couple, Y/N made a silent vow to cherish their friendship and find her own happiness in the world.

She knew that their paths were now diverging, but the memories of their cherished friendship would forever be a part of her, reminding her of the unspoken love that once filled her heart during her life.

The unspoken love that would forever remain a part of her story, even as she embraced a future that led her to find her own happiness and fulfillment.

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yuu-kumeii · 1 year

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"What do you think you'll get for White day, [Y/N]?"

"Oh, probably a box of chocolates or something heart themed"

You don't actually know and for good reason too. For as long as you've been married, you can never exactly pin down your husband's train of thought when it comes to his love language. Love language being the term that he uses to justify the ungodly amount of things he buys you on any available occasion. It's not wrong call it his love language but you think there would be a word to describe the sheer amount of excuses he has compiled in that mind of his for every gift he brings home for you.

Unfortunately, as much as you want to use the word spoil to describe it. No word can encapsulate the excuses ~and~ the frequency of these presents. They're like objects that suddenly appear in your house like they've been there this whole time, but you know they haven't. Everytime one appears, you ask your husband and get the confirmation that "Yes, they are for you and no I will not take no for answer" before the culprit skips off to work like he didn't just buy you completely cute but unnecessary.

So that's why you can earnestly say you don't actually know. Because White day day? You know, the holiday where it's customary to give something back to the one you love? The one holiday that reciprocates care for the bond you have with another, that White Day? Trying to guess would be like trying to guess how you die, other than the most obvious option, you can't just guess and know whether or not you're right. But now that you think about it, maybe this Valentine's day will be the one where you get a nice, regular sized box of chocolates and maybe even a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Though you hope that this time, he'll let the store clerk help him with arranging it. Whatever you're getting on this Valentine's day might be completely ordinary and similar to the ones your coworkers get from their significant others....

Oh who are you kidding? It's probably going to be extra.

But you have no time to think about that because it's right back to work after all the Valentine's talk around the office. Well at least you try to ignore it but with the obvious flower decor and suprise partners visiting to see their significant other hard at work, it's hard not to let your mind spiral once again to dwell on just what your unpredictable husband might get you. Yet you persist in your work and tune out everything around you for the time being. Hopefully until the end of your shift which may or may not be earlier than usual given the chipper yet intimidatingly efficient work ethic of your coworkers today. If only they were like this every other day.... Oh well, you'll take what you can get.

The workload vanished as fast as it came, everyone was ready to pack up and leave to celebrate what was left of Valentine's day with their partners. Some already left once they've finished their share while the rest opted to stay for a bit of chit chat, more discussion on what their partners would get them and all the more reason you feel lost in your answer to the various questions thrown your way. It's no secret to anyone that your husband would sell his kidney if it meant getting you something special, the thought came up so frequently that it became a running joke at your expense. Not that you really minded since the jokes were more than true to reality itself, you can't count the amount of times your husband burst in your office in a panic just because you accidentally left your lunch at home. He'd pout while telling you to be more careful as if he hasn't left his fair share of packed lunches, though you do think he might be doing it on purpose just to see and brag about you to his friends.

You've really been drifting in your thoughts the whole work day because the second you take in your surroundings, there were only a handful of people left. Gone were the endless conversations and the bright office light, replaced with a sunset glow signalling for your departure. Absentmindedly bidding the rest goodbye, you walk into the elevator and descend. Alone with your thoughts once more but not for long, as the doors open to reveal an empty reception desk. Man, you really have lost track of time. The sun starts to bid its farewell yet it doesn't stop the sound of people getting pulled into pastry shops for a last minute White day gift. Well it might not be last minute but it does look like it considering the greatly reduced amounts of people. You remember just how crowded the shopping mall was, partners and students alike rushing to find something for their significant other. How funny it reminded you of yourself in high school, who would've thought the amount of stress it took just to find the perfect Valentine's Day chocolates for your then school crush. The same crush who ended up spoiling you for White Day, telling you to wait for his graduation because White Day wasn't the only day he wanted to spoil you. Such a cheesy line, how did you ever see him as anything but a dork? You know the answer to that yet remembering it would be too embarrassing.

In the midst of all your reminiscing, you didn't realize you were already home until you almost tripped on the first step. But not to worry, you've done that at least 2 times eversince you both moved in so you're probably almost immune to the pain.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

With nothing else to stall with, you finally make your way inside the desolate house. The lights still off and nothing out of place, just how you left it this morning. To be honest, you feel like it looks a bit sad. But that's probably because it's White Day and your husband is probably just on his way home now, the empty house makes you feel like a single woman but not to worry because that will change at one point of the evening. In the meantime, you settled for a shower to get your mind off the White Day everything. Even though your house has nothing even relating to it, the anticipation of your husband showing up to finally answer the question that's been nagging at the back of your head is killing you. Once changed, you make your way to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat while waiting for—

Knock

Oh no.

He's here.... and doesn't choose to just walk inside? He wants you to open the door for him and what? See for yourself what he has planned? Does he want you to open the door to surprise you? To tackle you inside? What if he doesn't have a gift and he just gives you a hug? Nothing wrong with that but all that stress for a hug? Well, it might not be but what if—

KNOCK

Oh right he's still there, still waiting for you to open the door. Well, here goes nothing—

"Welcome ho— eh—"

This was not what you were expecting, this was far from it actually. You knew your husband wouldn't dare forget something like White Day but neither did you think his surprise would be this well surprising. Now you don't actually know what this is supposed to be but what you can say is that it's a lot, very overwhelming because if it weren't for the doorframe you're sure it would tower over you no matter what height you are. The thing that surprised you the most was the fluffy teddy bear face that greeted you instead of your husband, the teddy bear had a good enough face but you'd rather kiss the love of your life than the ominous blank face of a stuffed bear that clearly is one size too large for your door. Not only the bear, but there was an ocean of red, pink, and white around it. Bouquets themed after one color each and chocolates of different shapes and flavors with their boxes to match, there were boxes of what you assume are pastries from the shopping district coupled with enough cards to last till your 25th anniversary yet even all that probably doesn't scrape the surface of this White Day gift supreme package or whatever it is. But behind it all was the sheepish expression of your husband who politely asks to be let inside so none of what he's carrying would bury you, as someone who values their life you step aside to let him in. Though you should've seen it coming, nothing could prepare you for the look of absolute disarray once your husband found out he couldn't just waltz in and have the gifts phase through the wall. He looks so confused now that he has to actually think of how he's going to get him and the pile inside the house, you can see it behind his eyes. The desolate mind behind it too tired to find an answer, to the point he felt the need to look at you with a helpless face just begging you to help him.

And being the helpful lover you are, you laugh at his dismay before giving him an amused expression. It isn't until he starts pouting outside in the night breeze unwilling to step inside until the pile gets in first that you roll your eyes playfully before telling him to put the pile down so you both can take it in more manageable bundles. Your husband puts the pile down and watches as you take the top of his haul into your hands to place it on your kitchen counter, still watching as you go back to get more. It's ok though, because you can see the gears turning in his head for a second which finally prompts him to start mirroring your actions. Not long after, the mass is successfully moved inside. Now that you have a proper look at it, most of these things look like they've been kept in good condition. Not that you think the quality would be in shambles but you expected at least a little bit of wear and tear considering the time it took for these to get here, assuming he bought them during the prime time for White Day sales that is.

Oh how wrong you are, but you'll find that out soon. Right when your thoughts start to spiral, your husband walks downstairs clean and ready to explain himself. Well maybe you'll be the one to make him but that's besides the point.

"Ok... Care to explain why this pile of chocolates, flowers and cards is about three times your size?" The calm smoothness of your voice cannot mask the entirety of your awe but it's enough to have your husband stop in his place like a deer caught in headlights, you're not even looking at him at this point. Turned towards the pile of chocolate that definitely should be in the fridge by now and yet not making a move to do so. A moment of silence ensues before your husband answers.

"They said that if I got you all this it'll make you love me more..."

Huh.

"Wait, who are 'they'?"

"The people at the shopping district, I didn't have time to get you a gift in the morning so I went there on the way home and then the people there came up to me saying how they have 'the perfect White Day surprise for your partner' and about how you'd expect something big from me today.... So I bought everything they recommended...."

This guy. This pure, dumb, cute, whatever thing you can call him—! You can't believe he got ganged up like that! How dare those shopkeepers take advantage of your poor defenseless husband on White Day! You can imagine the smirks on those guys, probably proud of themselves about the last minute sale they managed to get. All because your husband was manipulated into thinking you'd love him any less if he came home empty handed, the audacity of some people! You'll give them a piece of your mind when you get the chance—

"Are you mad?"

You must've let it show on your face that you're planning to probably beat up some poor store clerk right after White Day, but it's fine because he will never know the thoughts behind the face. And honestly, you aren't mad. Far from it actually, you feel so loved. Because what kind of person would willingly follow the suggestions of multiple shopkeepers from different shops on gifts for their wife? Well, your husband unsurprisingly but it's in the name of love so everything should be fine. Though you will make sure to tell him that just one White Day package is enough of a surprise already, not to mention the fact that you might have to share the chocolates with friends and family if you don't want them to be wasted.

"No of course not, c'mere... "

With light footsteps you stop right in front of him, gazing into his eyes with a loving look. You smile and take his face into your hands, his breath hitches at the distance between you. Funny how you do this on almost every 'special occasion' and yet he still acts as if it's the first time you've done anything this intimate. Besides that, you continue to close the distance before giving him a kiss. One that prompts him to put his hands on your hips out of reflex to pull you closer, a light hue spread across his face making him look extra cute. But before he could reciprocate, you pull away causing him to chase your lips. A giggle was pulled from you at the sight of your big strong husband all pouty and flush, looking at you with eyes that screamed for you to continue kissing him. Unfortunately for him, it seems you have other plans because not only did you pull away from the kiss, you pulled yourself away from him entirely. Your husband looks so lost, even more so when you turn away from him to pick up a box of chocolates. Opening it and popping one into your mouth before looking back at him innocently.

"What? We have all this chocolate now, can't let it go to waste"

Your smile dropping into an amused grin as you kept eating the chocolates, leaving your husband to once again take a few seconds to process what you just said. Finally gathering his bearings, your husband huffs at you. Pout still present yet his demeanor now turned playful, you know what he's going to do.

"Why you—! Get over here and gimme that kiss!"

This was better than what you could ever expect.

ATSUMU <3333, BOKUTO <333, HINATA, Kita, Osamu, LEV <33, Kageyama, Oikawa (probably so proud of himself), Kuroo (Definitely proud too), Iwaizumi, All hq boys probably did this at some point let's be real

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xythlia · 1 year

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Could I please request cockwarming scenarios? With either the obey me characters, Stardew valley bachelors, or genshin characters? Thank you!!

꒦꒷♡ . . . DRABBLES \\ COCKWARMING . ·˚ ༘

♡⃕ . . . WARNINGS | f!reader ⸝⸝ cockwarming ⸝⸝ creampie ⸝⸝ biting ⸝⸝ possessive ⸝⸝ pwp ⸝⸝ brat taming ⸝⸝ spit swallowing ⸝⸝ soft sex/morning sex ⸝⸝ lite degradation ⸝⸝ mean dom kaeya⸝⸝ semi-public ⸝⸝ minors do not interact!

♡⃕ ࣪ . . .SPECIAL GUESTS | itto ⸝⸝ alhaitham ⸝⸝ kaeya ⸝⸝ diluc

♡⃕ ࣪ . . . NOTICE | eep i hope u like it anon i strayed a lil bit from just cockwarming bc the second i think of them too hard i just :3 get a lil silly also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to edit (⁠^⁠^⁠)

ITTO . . . "Ah, shit you feel so good," he groans against your neck, nuzzling into your warm skin before his teeth catch against your flesh. It makes you whine, hips bucking desperately but still those firm hands grip you in place on his lap.

"Itto, please," you whine. It felt like torture, being this stuffed full with no friction even the small wiggles of your hips didn't provide any relief and your desire was only rising, growing into some ravenous thing inside your chest.

"C'mon, you can hold out a little longer-" his words fell off into a gasp as you were finally able to lift yourself up, feeling near tears as you slid back down his thick cock, moaning as the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him. You knew you were being a bit of a brat but you'd had enough, an eternity of squirming in his hold crying out for him to just fuck you.

That was all it took for his resolve to shatter, any intention of holding you flush against his thighs abandoned feeling your pussy practically sucking him back in every time you'd lift your hips. The head of his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside you had your vision turning to static, the world barely visible in flashes as you frantically brought his hand to your clit, your fingers clawing against his shoulders as he circled it. It felt like you were on fire, molten lava flowing through your veins before it burst out, leaving you whimpering and biting into Ittos neck as your orgasm crested.

You went blissfully boneless as he fully supported your body, thrusting sloppily upwards into your cunt with strangled grunts and whispers of affection against the side of your head. Every time he cums inside you swear you've never felt more full in all your life, yet each time feels like the first; cum spreading like syrup to coat your insides while he remained hard inside you.

An exhausted smile painted your face, both of you curious how much more you could take tonight and Itto firmly believing you should start every night sat on his lap and milking his cock.

ALHAITHAM . . . Cold. Egocentric. Aloof. All things you'd said to him before, mostly in jest sometimes out of frustration with how detached he could be. Still, none of that mattered when you were creating a puddle of arousal on his lap inside the House of Daena.

"Quit squirming," his cadence hasn't changed despite your needy cunt squeezing around him in a vice grip. The reprimand made an embarrassed heat sear beneath your skin, making it prickle. Nobody got you as worked up as he did, and he was smug in that fact. Knowing you publicly detested him yet privately let him bury load after load inside you gave him a perverted satisfaction.

This was a step above, however. Getting you like this, cunt soaked and shivering from holding yourself back, in a place as risky as this? A feat to be satisfied with.

"You're so run by desire, it'd be repulsive if I didn't enjoy your company," he mused, a wicked grin on his face as he moved his hips to tease you with the promise of friction as one hand snaked up your shirt to pinch at your nipple.

It had you even more keyed up, fingernails digging into the pages of the book laid out before you so hard they were drained of color. So you still had the presence of mind to pretend this was a normal, if bizarrely intimate, study session.

He couldn't wait to see exactly how long you'd last like this.

DILUC . . . Morning light filtered through the gauzy window coverings, the bedroom awash in shades of muted gold that highlighted you, sleeping peacefully beside him.

A strange wistfulness enveloped him, a longing to remain here in this moment for as long as possible. Willing you to remain asleep, swimming through dreams while his hands unconsciously roamed your body. They weren't the ravenous movements of lust, no, but the pensive movements of a man overcome with love.

He did love you, as heart stopping as that revelation had been he was glad for it. It forced him to admit the life of a stoic perfectionist was a lonely one, starkly contrasted by this present warmth with frigid greys.

As his thumbs ghosted over your nipples came the silent I love you. His index traced your bottom lip with the same silent thought. Swiping his fingers through your arousal, feeling his blood thrum hot with eagerness, and feeling the low pressure as the head of his cock pushed past the relaxed muscle he couldn't help but groan the same sentiment out loud as he sunk inside you.

Catching his breath, that zeal ebbed into a lazy comforting one and he had no desire to move or rouse you from whatever pleasant dreams captured you. He only hoped he was in them, too, as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder and the back of your neck, accompanied by the blissful slight pulse of your walls around him.

KAEYA . . . This was a punishment a long time coming, you were fairly sure. The last few days had seen more bold teasing from you, and his growing irritation with your antics.

Tears pricked in your eyes as his hand gripped your jaw, your mouth open with garbled whimpering. You'd been impaled on his cock for what felt like hours, your cunt throbbing and clit sore from the smacks he'd given you when you'd tried to get yourself off.

And now you were here, spread eagle with your back against the solid desk, his cock buried inside you yet still, and Kaeya with that mean glint in his eye.

"Now now, you couldn't listen yet you expect to be rewarded? That just doesn't make sense," he tutted.

You whined again, hands gripping his forearm as he leaned down closer to your face. You could barely make out the glittering string of spit through the tears gathered at your waterline but you knew this was yet another test.

Enthusiastically you lapped it up, swallowing as you knew he expected you to. Your pussy ached with how badly you needed him to move, wrap your legs around him and feel him flood you with orgasm after orgasm. You needed it so bad your thighs shook, legs trembling pathetically all splayed out.

Even though his face was now unreadable, you hoped you'd earned at least a small reward with that show of obedience.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x female reader #itto x reader #alhaitham x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #itto x fem!reader #alhaitham x fem!reader #diluc x fem!reader #kaeya x fem!reader #itto smut #alhaitham smut #diluc smut #kaeya smut #genshin imagines #꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ kita writes

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taytak3syou · 1 year

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Contacts

“Baby🫶🏻“

Kita, Tsukishima, Kageyma

“POOKIE😘🫶🏼💗💗🤭”

Tanaka, Makki, Oikawa

“Mini me💋💍”

Kuroo, Terushima, Hinata

“Future wife💍🫶🏼”

Bokuto, Suna, Sugawara

“Future mommy😫🤭”

Mattsun, Noya, Terushima

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icyhottodo178 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Seven: Praising- Kita Shinsuke X Reader

Note: Day Seven of Kinktober and today’s character is Shinsuke Kita. I hope you enjoy!

Contains: Insecure reader, praising, sexual content, 18+ content

Word count: 499

“You alright? What’s got you so down?” Kita asked you as he had noticed how upset you seemed to be and you hugged him before pulling away.

“No I’m not alright, Kita. I was at work when someone called me a fat bitch and I guess it just got to me,” You told Kita as he was angry at what you told him and he picks you up before taking you upstairs to the bedroom which surprised you. You wondered what was going as Kita places you down on the bed and he takes off your clothes.

“I’m going to show you that you’re not fat and you shouldn’t let those things get to you,” Kita said as he gently kisses your lips before pulling away and he started to kiss your neck then all the way down your body. You moan a bit at the kisses you were receiving from Kita as he smiles at your reaction and pulls away.

“K-Kita…” You said as you look away from your boyfriend and you didn’t know what to say. Kita noticed this as he gently puts his hand underneath your chin so that he could turn your attention back to him and he sighed.

“Don’t look away baby. You’re beautiful and you know it. I love you so much and you’re not a fat bitch so please don’t hate yourself over what some idiot told you because it’s not true at all. You’re the one I love the most,” Kita said as you blush at his praises but you were still skeptical and were still thinking about how that person calling you such a name even though it wasn’t the truth at all.

“You don’t have to lie to me Kita,” You said to him as he didn’t expect that response from you and he sighed.

“I’m not lying at all, baby girl. I love you so much and you’re not a fat bitch! Please don’t hate yourself. If you still don’t believe me then let me prove it to you by having sex with you while I praise you,” Kita said to you as you reluctantly nodded and he takes off your clothes before he thrusts his already harden cock inside of your pussy.

“Shinsuke!” You moan out as he smiles and he starts to pound your pussy while he starts to praise you.

“Look at how well you’re taking me as always baby girl. You’re so beautiful and amazing. The way your pussy tightens around my cock turns me on so much and your moans are music to my ears,” Kita said as you loved how he was praising you and soon you both came together.

He pulls out of your pussy as he cuddles you and kisses you on the lips before pulling away. You both soon fell asleep as you were now feeling better after being praised by your boyfriend and you loved how he knew what to say to you to make you feel better.

So that is Day Seven of Kinktober complete and let me know what you guys thought of this down below in the comments. I hope you all enjoyed it and Day Eight will be posted tomorrow.

This is @icyhottodo178 signing off until next time!! Peace out!!

#haikyuu #female reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #18+ post #smut #x reader #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #haikyuu kita #kinktober 2023

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Inarizaki’s Manager

🚑Miss Manager Breaks Her Hand🚑

Inarizaki x female! manager (she/her)

Warnings: mention of broken hand, pain relievers mentioned, crying, angst(?) to fluff

A/N: this idea stemmed from the 2k headcanon celebration and I loved it so much that I thought I’d indulge myself 💅

This team ranges from “protective dad squad” to “problem children”

It’s giving season 4 Seijoh x Shiratorizawa crossover

Like I’m both excited and scared for you

Now being their precious manager, you were literally worshiped on this team

The third years, Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi, absolutely adored you beyond all measures

You were the light of the team, the rock 🪨

The second years, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna and Ginjima, were the guardians of YN

They didn’t think anyone was good enough to breath the air of THEIR YN

And last, but certainly not least, our precious bby first year, Riseki, absolutely had the biggest crush on you

He looked up to you and worshiped every step you took

Needless to say, you were irreplaceable my dear Yn

Unfortunately “irreplaceable” does not equate to “unbreakable” as our lively Inarizaki was about to learn

Because you see, it happened so fast that absolutely nobody knew what to do

You sent the solid team that was slated to win nationals into the biggest frenzy ever

And it all started with a rouge volleyball 😌

You see, it was the end of practice and everyone was packing up the gym

Everyone except for a certain someone 👀

Now I know what you’re thinking ok? This is all Atsumus fault

It’s always Atsumu fault 🙄

And while 99.9% of the time it most definitely is, this 0.1% was not

Because it was someone else who accidentally caused the chaos

“Sumu pack it up! It’s time to go home!” Kita shouted as you picked up the remaining volleyballs

“Just a few more serves, I’m almost at my limit,” Atsumu said as you mindlessly continued your work

You were use to this, Sumu was Sumu and there wasn’t much more you could do

And by now, he had learned to avoid hitting you so you really didn’t mind

You just continued about your merry way, picking up balls and daydreaming

“Come on bro, let’s go I’m starving!” Osamu whined

“If you’d practice your serves as much as you eat, you probably wouldn’t have to worry about missing any!” Atsumu said before slamming a service ace into the opposing court

“What did ya say to me?” Osamu raged

“Oh boy,” Aran said 😐

“Knock it off you two! Let’s just finish up!” Ginjima yells

Suna 👉🏻👀 📱

Meanwhile, you are just lost in your own world, probably daydreaming of peace and quiet

“Give me that ball!” Osamu shouted as he grabbed the ball from Sumu before tossing it and slamming it into the opposite court

It looked like a good serve, a solid one even

It’s course was set to land right on the end line

Which was, coincidentally, right where you were 😃

Akagi, our star Libero, saw it first

“YN LOOK OUT!” He shouted as the rest of the team watched on horror

Thankfully, you manage to get your hand up quickly

The ball hit your hand, smack on and deflected towards the wall

A loud and almost visible sigh flooded the gym as everyone was relieved you didn’t get hit in the head

However the calmness lasted approximately .02 seconds when they heard you whine and grab your hand

“Crap Yn!” Omimi shouted as the team raced towards you

You were grabbing your hand as tears began to flow down your face

“YN I’m so freaking sorry!! I didn’t mean too!” Osamu said, coming beside you as he looked at your hand

Fun fact: a professional volleyball serve can be upwards of 120mph (193kph)

Osamu isn’t a professional but it’s safe to say he can probably reach at least 80mph (128kph)

Needless to say, there’s a lot of force behind a serve

I googled all the facts 💅

N E WAYS

You look at Osamu, tears in your eyes as you respond, “it’s ok Samu, I should have been watching.”

Meanwhile, your hand is beginning to swell and it hurts so bad

“Let me see it YN,” the coach says as he studies your hand

“Is she going to be ok?” Ginjima asks as Coach looks at you

“Riseki, grab an ice pack quick, Kita and Aran, take YN to the nurse now!” Coach barks as the team goes to work

Suna comes next to you, holding your hand gently as Riseski hands him the ice pack

You hiss and whimper as the ice hits your skin

Osamu and Atsumu stand to the side, visibly upset that their arguing lead to you getting hurt

“Come on Yn,” Kita said, putting his hand on your lower back as Aran took over for Suna, bracing your hand

Atsumu and Osamu wordlessly began cleaning up the gym with the rest of the team, feeling awful about what happened

“Hey!” Omimi says as the twins look at him, “it was an accident. She’ll be ok.”

Meanwhile, in the nurses office…

“We need to call your parents Yn, you need to go to the hospital,” she says as you look at her

“She’s ok isn’t she?” Aran says, concerned

The nurse shakes her head, “I think her hand is broken, she needs x-rays to confirm.”

Kita and Aran’s eyes widen as you hold your hand, crying a little as the pain continues to sink in

The team finishes cleaning up and they all run to the nurses office as they see you sitting outside with Aran

“Hey everything’s all right?” Atsumu says as you look at him

“The nurse thinks she broke her hand, her parent is coming to take her to the hospital,” Kita says as he walks out from the nurses office

Osamu immediately deflated, he feels absolutely awful about what happened

He realistically knows it wasn’t really his fault, accidents happen, especially on the court

You notice him looking sad as you stand up and walk to him

“Samu it’s ok! I’ll be ok I promise,” You say, hugging him as he hugs you back

It’s a sweet moment that is unfortunately interrupted 😐

“What about me YN?” I’m sad too!” Atsumu whines as Osamu and the team glare at him

You smile and giggle, hugging Atsumu and then the rest of the team

Your parent arrives and you are taken to the hospital

The guys all go home, worried about what happened to you

They all feel awful, knowing how much pain you are in

Suddenly, their phones all ring, the group chat lighting up as they all simultaneously answer

“YN are you ok?” Osamu shouts from his phone screen

Talk about turn of events 😅

“Will you shut up and let her speak?” Ginjima says

“How about everyone shuts up and let’s YN talk!” Kita finally says as you smile from the hospital room

“Hey guys, I’m ok! My hand is broken but I got a cast on it!” You say, showing the team your favorite color, now wrapped around your hand

They all go silent, feeling awful

Osamu feels the worst as he looks at your wrapped hand

“Damn Yn, I’m so sorry!” He says again, his face expressing immense concern

You laugh, an odd gesture given the situation, “Samu it’s ok! The doctor was super impressed that I managed to deflect a serve like that! It’s not a bad break and they said within a few weeks I should be healed!”

“Are you able to do volleyball practice YN?” Akagi asks as you nods

“No physical activity for a while but I can still write and do everything I normally do! So it means I get out of gym class!” You say, excited you won’t have to participate in running for a while

“Did they give you something for the pain?” Aran asks as you nod

“Yeah they gave me some good pain relievers but I won’t be in school the rest of this week,” you say as the boys all deflate

“I’m really really sorry Yn! I feel awful!” Osamu says again

“Samu it’s ok! It was an accident! I should have been paying more attention anyways!” You say as you smile

Thankfully, a certain someone knows just how to lighten the mood 😏

“Really if you think about it, it’s all Sumu’s fault,” Suna chimes in as Atsumu takes over Osamus phone

“What the hell Suna?!? How is it my fault??” He shouts

“Well if you wouldn’t have kept serving, this never would have happened!” Ginjima adds

“It’s true,” Riseki says

“Atsumu you are going to run so many laps tomorrow!” Kita says as

Atsumu 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

They are all just glad their precious manager is ok 🥰

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