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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.”

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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.

#kita Shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke x y/n #hq smut #hq x you #hq x female reader #kita Shinsuke smut #kita smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #Theresa are u happy I finally posted it!!#Shinsuke kita

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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!

If you want to check out my masterlist for the texting series posts as I make them, you can follow {this link} to the page!

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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.

©Minarixx 2023 - please don't copy, repost or translate without my knowledge credit or permission.

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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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yuu-kumeii · 10 months

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"Kitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—"

Your voice drawls out his name in a long whine, distress evident from the way you graciously wailed through the speaker of his phone.

"What is it, love?" He asks on the other side, seeming a lot more put together than you are. No surprise there, Kita always seems to have everything under control.

"I can't studyyyyyy, everything is so distracting and it's so hot today! I can't do this," You cry, accompanied by loud thud of your hand hitting your bed, telling Kita more than he needs to know about your current state.

With finals right around the corner, it's not surprising that you and Kita haven't been going out as much. Though you tend to start studying a day before the exams —which only happened because you just forget how to study properly—, your very diligent boyfriend starts a week before. Meaning that while you're free for the week, Kita is not and clearly it had an effect on you. Because instead of studying like a responsible person, you're getting distracted by everything that never bothered you before.

But Kita isn't phased in the slightest, "And your first thought was to call me?" He lets out an amused sigh with a hidden but endeared smile, your first thought has always been to call him first.

Whether it be to tell him about this super amazing thing you saw or to proudly announce that you bragged about him to your friends —for the 50th time and still counting—. Maybe that's why he's always so eager to come at your beck and call, it's one of the ways he can repay you.

"Yeah so..!? I'm not allowed to tell my own boyfriend about my struggles?" You say back, lifting your head to properly face the device in your hands. Knowing that he can't see your little bitter pout but it doesn't take away from the effect you had on him, even through the screen.

Kita lets out a soft sigh, filled with amusement. It's so easy to fluster you whenever you get like this, always asking for him and denying any semblance of clinginess when questioned.

"Well, since you told me all about your hardships, why don't I help ya?" His suggestion immediately brightens your mood, not because it would help you study. But because it would help your boredom and you just like his company in general, such devious intentions you have there indeed.

"Really!? Yes please help me!" You drawl excitedly, enthusiasm already oozing through the screen.

"Good, because I'm already outside"

Huh.

He's.

What.

Immediately breaking into a mad dash downstairs towards the front door, flinging it open to reveal your boyfriend in all his average glory. Phone still pressed to his ear much like yours, his smile softens at your shock.

"Hi," His voice pierces through your clouded head, making you fumble a bit at his abrupt greeting.

"Hi...." The only thing you could dare to say back.

Your breath hitched after staring for a good second, eyes already showing your adoration for him the longer they linger. Everything stopped and took a step back, Kita only looks on with genuine uncertainty at your gaze.

That is until you suddenly tackle him with all your might, almost making both of you —and the totebag he had— topple over in a pile. Thankfully Kita was used to it enough so he barely moved an inch, even though a little more force would've tipped him over. It's the volleyball captain's experience at work there. You couldn't contain yourself once you let it out, squeals of delight escape from you.

Legs locked on his hips, face deep into the crook of his neck. You were softlocked on him and he can't do anything about other than supporting you with an arm under your bum, freeing the other one to close your front door.

Thank goodness your neighborhood was rather empty that day because if anyone you knew saw, both of you would be in for a nightmare of teasing. Not that it was a bad thing, people knowing you're dating, it's just a certain group that you'd rather keep in the dark. Because as much as you love them, they'll be even more insufferable when they have something to use against you.

But that's besides the point, Kita is finally with you in these trying times and you couldn't be happier. Still locked onto him koala style as he made his way upstairs and into your room, making sure to lock your door before anything.

Finally making it to your room where he immediately attempts to dump you on your bed, gently of course he can't afford to lose his perfect boyfriend award now can he? Not that he knows about it... Yet.

He quickly takes out a few textbooks from his bag, "Any subjects you're really struggling with?" Kita asks, rummaging through his bag for some notebooks.

"...Everything...? I mean— except japanese literature of course!" You quickly defend yourself when Kita's expression shows that he was not amused, "...But everything else is kinda hard..." You finish, fiddling your thumbs in shame for your academic catastrophe.

"You're in luck, because I happen to bring books on all the subjects we have this year, " Kita turns to you, lifting up a notebook with the words 'Test pointers' neatly written on it.

"Something tells me you wrote that just in case I needed help..." You trail off, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

"Close, it's actually for Miya" Kita sighs, silent disappointment just oozing out of him.

"JUST Miya? Like it's for Atsumu right?"

Kita nods, satisfying your sudden curiosity. But then, a sudden thought pops into your head.

"Does this mean you think I'm as hopeless as Atsumu in terms of studying?" You stare down at your hands, like someone whose world view was shattered before their eyes. This realisation has opened your eyes to the reality of the logical chances at your scores being as good as you want them to be. Was every good score just pure luck? Was it all—

THUD—

"A—"

Something hit the top of your head gently, stopping your train of thought. Looking up, you see a rolled up notebook resting on the crown of your head. Your boyfriend being the culprit and his face is DEFINITELY not amused.

"Stop your panickin', you know that's not true"

"How did you know... "

"It was written all over your face, sweetheart" A smile making its way onto Kita's face, oh so he is amused.

But the fun always has to end just when it's getting good, you did ask for some study help and you're gonna get it (unfortunately with the study part). It might as well be the end of you too.

"Now, what do you wanna start with first?" Kita says, eyes already looking through the notebook for practice questions. His switch clearly catches you off guard judging by your dumbfounded expression.

"Mmmmath...??" You squint your eyes as you answer him, looking away to avoid his gaze at your unsure answer. You just don't want to start studying.

"Alright, then we'll start with integral calculus then" Your boyfriend moves to take out a very thick textbook out, it's so thick it makes you nervous despite the fact that you also have that book. Speaking of which, isn't that book in your drawer? Or did you leave it in your locker? Actually nevermind, you have to focus.

Kita hands you a pen and paper, "You ready?" He asks you, eyes both stern and reassuring.

You quickly take them, setting it down on the foldable table you had laying on your bed, "I think I am" Great answer, you sounded so sure of yourself, [Y/N].

This is gonna be one long study session, but that's ok. Kita didn't mind the 4 other times you called him asking for help this week, you'll be just fine.

#「★ It's showtime! ★」#haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #shinsuke kita x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyu x female reader #kita x reader #kita fluff #This has been in my notes for some time now #I started this during my exams which was well over a month ago omg 😭#While we're here another one of my friends agreed to be a beta reader :D #I also got my first rq so I'll start doing that when I get the inspiration bc I alr have the flow all figured out #I want Kita to help me remember how to study 🥺

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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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letshaikyuu · 1 year

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Kita x affectionate Fem reader

> Kita Shinsuke headcanons.

a/n: hi. you might be asking yourself if this is real and oh boy, it is. while losing my mind over my exams, this request came and i was like let's give this a try, so i don't throw my laptop out of my window. where this might take us idk, we'll see.

warning: none; female reader. written for hs!Kita cause im not well-versed in the older versions of them.

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(mind you, i completely forgot about character traits, so i had to google his personality all over again)

So, i believe at first he'd not be very open to much affection from his partner. He's not that used to it, he's kind of shy due to you pressing your body so close to his, and he generally avoids too much physical contact.

With you two dating, Kita know he has to get used to your affection one way or another, but i think he'd ask you to tone it down a little - if this ends up making you upset, he'll feel super bad and ultimately agree to cuddle with you as a peace offering.

As we all know, he's super caring yet uses his words very harshly and straightforward. He's not afraid to ask you if you're generally so affectionate with everyone or you're plainly annoying him. Another "-♥" there, but he just worded his thoughts wrong.

He'd definitely find that side of you endearing (once he's warmed up to you and your actions), but then the jealousy comes in. He can be as calm and calculated as he wants, but if Kita really likes you and your the type to be so sweet and affectionate with everyone, then we have ourselves a problem.

So, if a fight breaks out due to him avoiding to admit his jealousy, it's all on him, babe. Kita is not dumb, so he'd immediately acknowledge his faulty words and try to explain the meaning of them - i can also see his ears starting to redden because 1. he's super embarrassed and sorry and 2. he's literally showing you how jealous he can be.

He's trying, folks. In the end, you somehow get past that bridge and reassure him that you'll only be so affectionate with him and in private. Kita couldn't be more grateful, really.

He later on learns there's nothing better than having you immediately run to him and into his arms once you two see each other for the first time in the day. The Kita back then wouldn't know what to do with his hands, scared of accidentally touching your breasts or butt in an inappropriate way. The Kita now is more confident in his actions, feeling a lot better once you're in his arms and he can envelope you in a tight hug.

The soft "hey, love" he'd whisper in your ear would make you melt every single time.

He also becomes used to you being around him in the kitchen; especially loves it if you give him a back hug as he's cooking and compliment him on the food he's making. Do point out the blushing on his ears because he'd get super shy then and it's adorable.

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ending note: i really hope i did him some justice, seeing as how i haven't written anything on this blog for like 2 years? idek, but hope you all are doing well and wishing you all a happy, healthy and successful New year!

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #inarizaki #kita shinsuke #kita headcanons #kita x reader #kita fluff #haikyuu x female reader #hq x female reader

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shu-glue · 2 years

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Chapter 5: Run That By Me Again

Summary: You meet up with Kita and he asks you to tutor Suna. You and your friends arrive at the gym to take some shots for the volleyball team's posters when you get suspicious of Suna.

A/N: holy moly, this is like. the longest chapter i've written so far (a whopping 5.5+ words O.O) (i know its not that long compared to others but shush). chapter 6 is almost finished and will be posted next week; however, i'll have to move the schedule to every Saturday in my timezone (Fridays PST) since i'm going back to school and i have responsibilities again 🥹. anyway, as usual, likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! hope you like the chapter and hope you have a nice day!

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(Knock, knock.

“Excuse us, anybody hooome~?”

Your small hand tightened its grip on your older brother’s, your wide eyes flitting up to him nervously. Your palms were sweaty, and your face was flushed. Your baby cheeks were puffed out as you gulped down the large lump in your throat but to no avail. “Shinichi… I wanna go home now…” You say to him, pulling at his sleeve to get him to leave the doorstep of your neighbors’ house, to get him to go back to your home—if you can call that new, empty house a home.

Your older brother, Shinichi, looks down at you, blue-green eyes wide with surprise. He said your name softly, placing a hand on your shoulder, his free hand holding onto the basket of separately packaged biscuits. “We can’t go back home already, we just got here. Besides, it’s important to make friends with the neighbors, remember?” He had gently said to you, smiling.

You frowned deeply, shaking your head vehemently as you buried your face in his shirt. “No! I wanna go home… my stomach is feelin’ funny…” You cried. You didn’t want to meet new people. You didn’t want to see them stare at you again, behind their bright cameras and whispers behind their hands, like how it was in your hometown. The thought filled you up with a funny feeling in your stomach that made you want to puke, and made your hands and fingers shake.

Shinichi’s eyebrows raised before they furrowed, frowning now as well as he pushed the bangs away from your face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced ya. We can come back here another day—” He had said to reassure you, finally understanding your state, when the door had opened and the two of you whipped your heads to look at it.

You hid behind your older brother, immediately cautious, as the both of you stared up at the old woman who greeted you at the door. Her hair was already a silvery gray and a warm smile was plastered on her face, inviting and comforting.

“Oh? Ya must be the kids of the family that jus’ moved in.” She said, her smile getting brighter as she looked down at you and Shinichi.

He smiled politely, bowing at her and nudging your back so you would do the same. “That’s right! I’m Shinichi and this is my little sibling.” He had said, introducing the two of you. He calls your attention. “Say hi to the nice lady.”

Meekly, you had averted your cautious gaze from the woman, muttering a small ‘hi’ that made the old woman beam at you, regardless. “Oh, such polite children! I’m Kita Yumie, nice ta meetcha!” She had said. Shinichi beams. You don’t reply.

“Nice ta meetcha too, ma’am, we’re actually here ta give ya some biscuits we made! Our mama wanted us ta make friends with the neighbors.” Shinichi says, handing a plastic of cookies to Yumie, which she gingerly accepts. “But, my sibling is actually having a stomachache so we have ta go back home.”

You hid yourself even more behind Shinichi, about two seconds away from running back home and locking yourself away from the world. Yumie raised her eyebrows. “Oh! If that’s the case, please, have some tea leaves we have. They help immensely with stomach pains, I always have my grandchildren drink it when they complain about their tummy feelin’ funny.” She had said and she looked behind her. “Ah, Shizuka’s taking care of Shousuke then—Shin-chan! Can ya get the mint tea from the top cabinet?”

You peeked around your brother when she said that, the littlest bit of curiosity having had taken hold of you. “Oh, Shinsuke is a really sweet boy. He’s about yer age, actually!” Yumie said to you, smiling brightly. "He's a bit shy but he means well. I would appreciate it if ya befriend the boy as well."

Shinichi grinned down at you, almost excited. You're confused. "Did ya hear that? Ya might get a new friend!" He had said to you. You highly doubted it. You didn't want a new friend. You wanted to be left in peace. You wanted to be alone. You wanted to disappear from everyone else's peering eyes forever—

"Grandma." A new voice had cut in and you turn your head to look behind Yumie, and your eyes had widened seeing his silver hair, fading to black at the tips, and his sharp brown eyes. "Here's the tea."

The two of you made eye contact, and he had blinked at you curiously, while you blinked back.

"Ah, thank you, Shin-chan. These are our new neighbors!" Yumie had said to him, before turning to you and Shinichi. "This is my grandson, Kita Shinsuke."

You looked at him, at Kita, and the both of you made eye contact.

Your eyes wide, as he nodded at you and your brother. "It's nice ta meetcha."

Your stomach started to feel funny again. But that time, it was different.)

When you were younger, you never really thought that you'd be friends with Kita Shinsuke, much less best friends. The quiet, mild-mannered boy from two houses down the street, living with his siblings and his grandmother while his parents worked away in the rice fields. He was a year older than you were, and on the weekends, you and your older brother would visit his house.

You can’t remember exactly when you two became friends. At some point, you two just clicked.

You can’t remember exactly when you realized you had feelings for him either. No, that’s not entirely true. You just know that at some point, Kita became someone you wanted to give the world to. At some point, your heart began to beat quicker whenever you saw him. Your palms would get clammy with sweat when he’s near you. At some point, your feelings went past the line of platonic.

And it was the scariest realization of all.

“Kita?” You call out as you step through the doors, walking onto the school rooftop. It was quite easy to slip away from Nana and Ryuji, who were so immersed in finding out the universal deadline for returning one’s manga. No one comes up to the rooftop anyway, so you were pretty much safe on your way up.

The wind is much stronger up here, whipping through your hair. No one comes up here, so it’s only you and Kita.

He’s sitting by the net railing of the rooftop, silver hair waving in the strong wind. Ankles crossed and arms wrapped around his knees, he looks serene. It feels like your heart just stopped and got resuscitated at the same time. Smiling, you walk—if not skip—over to him, your grin barely hidden on your face. “Kita!”

Kita blinked and looked up to see you approach, his expression melting away to form a gentle smile on his face. He says your name gently—your first name, like he always had—, greeting you with a ‘good morning’ and you feel like your heart could burst as you sit down beside him, enjoying the morning air next to him.

Kita Shinsuke. Your best friend, your childhood friend. Your everything.

“Did ya finish yer morning practice early?” You ask him, getting comfortable on the ground. Kita’s usually so busy with the volleyball club, he rarely has time to see you in the mornings.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “everyone was tired after a few drills so I let them rest before their first period classes start. I also wanted to talk to ya before class.”

You grin. “Ya say they usually slack off during practice. Did ya decide to be merciful this time?” You joke. Kita tilts his head.

“Am I that strict?”

“Nah, yer good. The best captain even.”

For as long as you can remember, Kita loved volleyball. It started when the both of you saw a couple of kids passing a volleyball back and forth between each other. It was obvious that Kita wanted to try playing, but he was never verbal about his interests at that time. He never talked about what he wanted, it’s like he just adapted to what happened around him and acclimated. You scrapped up whatever money you had in your allowance with Shinichi’s help, and bought Kita a volleyball for his 7th birthday.

You were afraid that he wouldn’t like it, that you overestimated yourself and thought you knew him better than you actually did, but you will never forget the way he smiled and hugged you in thanks that day. Ever since then, he is always so thorough when he practices, and he gives his all every time. The fact that he became captain made you so proud of him.

“When's the preliminaries for Interhigh? I need ta know when to hog the TV at home to watch ya play.” You say, wringing your fingers together.

“Some time after midterms, I believe.” Kita replies. “But ya don’t have to watch if yer busy.”

“Don’t say that! I want to!” You suddenly exclaim, closing your fists as you whip your head to him. “What kinda person would I be if I didn’t support ya?”

Kita’s expression softens as he looks at you, smiling gently. “Thank you.” He says with a gentle utterance of your name.

Kita Shinsuke. Your best friend, your childhood friend. Your everything.

Everything you want in your future but you’re not even sure if he feels the same way.

“Oh wait, which reminds me,” Kita’s words make you perk up, “can I ask ya fer another favor? I’m sorry, I know I already asked ya ta make posters for the team but—"

“If it’s a request from you, I don’t mind, Kita.” You say, scooting closer to show him you’re paying attention. “What is it?”

“Thank you, it’s just… something that needs to be done before midterms.”

Your heart begins to beat dangerously fast. Wait, oh no, what if he’s planning on confessing to someone and he wants you to be the messenger? What if he wants to stop being friends because of that? Please don’t let it be that, please don’t let it be that—!

“Ya remember Suna Rintarou, right?”

Oh thank God.

Wait, what.

“Suna Rintarou?” You repeat in confusion, tilting your head as you raise an eyebrow. “Ya mean that boy from the cafeteria yesterday? Your teammate?” And the guy who just recorded the Miya twins and Nana bickering without doing anything to stop the scene and the guy who crashed into you yesterday and didn’t bother apologizing. (But Kita didn’t need to know that.)

“That’s the one.”

“What’s his deal then?” Your face sours at the mere thought of the sleepy-eyed asshole as you place your chin on your palm.

“Well, his grades are dropping. And we had been informed yesterday that if he doesn’t pass his midterms, it is highly likely that he’d be benched for Interhigh preliminaries.”

“Oh.” You blurt out, lifting your head. “That’s not good.”

Kita frowns, nodding his head as he rubs his temple. “Yes. I was wonderin’ if you can talk to him, and help him out a bit.”

You blink. “Help him out?” You repeat and Kita just gives you a look. Instantly, you regret being on the same wavelength as him sometimes. “I am NOT tutoring him.”

“Is it because ya had to scold him yesterday at lunch—?”

“It’s because he’s an annoying lil—!” You cut yourself off, running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry, it won’t work, Kita, we won’t get along. I barely even know the guy, I don’t have time for him, and I don’t have time for his problems!”

Kita sighs. “He’s one of our key players in the team, and a talented spiker. I don’t want to have a player like him benched for half of the tournament.”

You look down at your feet, pouting. “Yer probably better than him, Kita. No, yer definitely a better player!”

“I’m flattered yer confident in my abilities, but, Suna’s still a core starting player.” Kita says. “Please, if not fer him, can ya do it fer me?”

He’s doing it again. You don’t know if he’s aware he does it. He HAS to know that he’s doing it! There is no way he’s just subconsciously and coincidentally giving you puppy dog eyes with those brown eyes of his.

And the saddest thing is that it’s actually working on you.

“Ghk. Well…” You trail off, trying to avert your gaze from the way Kita is looking at you. “Well… uh…”

Kita’s small frown grows deeper and his eyebrows furrow even more, from looking like a quiet, pouting child, to a sad looking labrador puppy sitting in the rain. Oh, this is so not fair. This is really not fair!

“F— Fine…” You finally say, slumping as you sigh loudly. “I’ll help him study. But only if he asks! I ain’t offering!”

It seems like that was enough for him as he smiles softly at you, one of those rare smiles he never really shows others (you feel special every time you see it). You try to ignore the way your heart flutters when he rests his head on your shoulder, slightly tired from morning practice. He may be a robot to some, but you see different. He says your name. “Thank you.” Kita murmurs. “Yer a lifesaver.”

“Don’t mention it.” You reply, trying to keep your composure as well as act normal, resting your head on top of his, praying that he doesn’t hear the way your heart is beating so fast right now, so thunderous, so loud. How has he not noticed by now?

“Ya know, I’m glad yer my friend.” He says and you feel his breath on your shoulder, you feel his hand ghosting the side of yours, you feel your cheeks heat up so bad you feel like your face would melt and catch on fire.

You want to cry. You want to throw up. You want to hug him, kiss him, tell him how much you love him and how much you want to be by his side. How much he means to you. How happy he makes you feel.

But you don’t. You can’t.

You just smile at him. “Hey, Kita.” And you hope your voice doesn’t sound weird, that you don’t sound nervous, that you aren’t stuttering like a bumbling fool. You hope that you don’t throw up after this. And he smiles back at you.

“I’m glad yer my friend too!” You say, eyes shut as you force a smile.

You hope, you pray, that he never finds out what he does to you. At least, not until you tell him yourself. These feelings of yours are like a secret you want to share with him and only him, the only page in your locked diary that you’d willingly tear out and give to him because you’d know your secret is safe with him. A secret only meant for you and him. Your confidant. Your best friend. Your childhood friend. Your everything.

“Thank you.”

If only you were brave enough, prepared enough to trust him with the key.

“Disposable cameras?!"

“Check.”

“Lights?!”

“Check.”

“Okay! Senpai, draft posters?!”

“...”

“Senpai?”

“.....”

“SENPAI!”

You startle out of your daze and stand up straight, finally zoning back in. Classes have ended a few minutes ago and you’re in the clubroom, preparing everything you and your friends need to take the photos for the posters of the volleyball team. Though, you’ve been in a daze all day ever since your talk with Kita this morning. “Huh? Oh, the drafts? Yeah, check.” You quickly say, filing through the stack of papers in your hands.

“Are ya alright? You were zoning out just now.” Ryuji asks you, tilting his head as he looks at you confused.

“Eh? Yeah, I’m alright, why wouldn’t I be?” You reply, trying to act normal again.

“I know ya space out sometimes, senpai, but it’s not like ya ta mentally peace out while doing somethin’ fer the club.” Nana says, before she gasps, hand going to cover her mouth almost scandalously as she leans forward. “Is it… is it Mystery Boy Crush—?!”

Immediately, you have Nana’s mouth covered with both your hands, your eyes wide and cheeks red. “No! No, I mean— okay, yeah, it’s Mystery Boy Crush but like—”

Nana shrieks in excitement. “Wait, really?! What happened this time? What did he do??” She asks, eager for details as she pries your hands off her mouth. Ryuji doesn’t say anything but it’s obvious he’s curious too, if the way he’s leaning towards you and tilting his head was any indication.

Both your friends know that you have someone you like (an image that would shock anyone who didn’t know you personally). They know you are close with him, and that you are head over heels over him, but they have no idea as to who your Mystery Boy Crush is. They’re curious though, and overwhelmingly positive about him as all you’ve ever told them is that he’s sweet, studious, and caring (which is true).

“He just… we just talked…” You say, averting your gaze. Honestly, that’s all you really did earlier but your heart still stubbornly and erratically beats.

“Wait, oh my god, shut up, did ya?!" Nana excitedly pries, shaking your shoulders. "Did ya finally confess yer feelings? Did he tell ya he liked ya too?!"

You raise your eyebrows, grabbing Nana's hands to stop her shaking you. "Uh, no. We really just talked." You reply, making her whine out loud.

"Nana, we shouldn't pry too much." Ryuji chastises her and Nana robotically turns her head towards Ryuji, an unimpressed look on her face.

"If ya tell me yer not curious about who senpai's mystery crush is and what they did earlier today, yer a huge liar."

"... yer not entirely wrong." Ryuji admits, rubbing the back of his neck and Nana places her hands on her hips proudly.

"Of course, I'm right!" She says ("I said not entirely wrong—") before turning to you. "Senpai, are ya SURE ya can't give us at least one clue? Like, what club is he in? What does he look like? Is he cute? Hot?"

You blush and lightly push Nana's face, pinching her cheeks. "Not gonna tell ya. It's a secret fer me and me alone." You say and while Nana whines once again and Ryuji looks disappointed, they don't press the issue any further.

"Fineee. Let's just head to the gym now—"

A sudden voice by the doorway interrupts the three of you. You all recognize the voice; Nana snaps her head up, face immediately twisted in displeasure, Ryuji frowns deeply, and you immediately steel yourself, putting on your blank facade once more.

"Looks like we have the clubroom to ourselves then, doesn't it guys?"

At the doorway stood three boys. The one with dark hair is eyeing you and Nana with his blue, keen gaze, lazy smirk plastered on his face. (Sleazy, as Nana would describe him.) The one with strawberry blond hair and red eyes is standing farther back, hands shoved into his pockets, eyes boring into the three of you. The last one with light brown hair is standing front and center, smiling coyly at you and you alone.

It annoyed you.

"You shut yer whore mouth, Hasegawa!" Nana shouts at the dark haired boy, the one who spoke up first earlier.

He frowns at Nana, shaking his head in mock disappointment as he clicks his tongue. "Yer so violent, Nana-chan! Maybe if ya softened up a bit, somebody would take pity and actually have interest in ya." He says, revelling in the way Nana clenches her fists and grits her teeth. "Hmm, maybe grow up a bit while yer at it as well. How old are ya again? Eleven?"

Nana snaps her head to you and Ryuji, and you two can almost see a vein ready to pop in her forehead. "Can I hit him this time?"

"Maybe not…" Ryuji restrains her by the arms in advance.

"Come on now, you two, why don't we get along?" The light brown haired boy says, smiling coyly at Nana this time as he waves his hands to placate her, which irks her even more.

"Joue-senpai." You finally say, voice level. "I thought ya weren't coming to the clubroom today."

While you're the vice president of the art club, Joue Misao is the president of the art club. At least, he should be. He doesn’t really do anything for the club aside from hanging out with his friends, Hasegawa Daiki and Amiya Hotarou, in the clubroom along with the rest of his lackeys. (“Like a bunch of lazy twats,” Ryuji had said once.) It’s annoying, but Misao is well and popular among everyone else for his ikemen-like appearance and “chivalrous” personality. In reality, he’s narcissistic and flat out lousy.

Daiki isn’t a member of the art club; he’s actually not a member of any club right now as he prefers to spend his free time after school doing ‘dodgy’ activities. Hotarou, on the other hand, IS a member of the club but he’s either just brooding in the background during club activities or with Misao and Daiki doing who knows what.

You and your friends weren’t fond of the trio, Nana and Ryuji more riled up because of how Misao dumped all his responsibilities on you and them in the past.

“Oh, we heard that y’all were going to the gym today, so we figured we’d guard the clubroom while yer at it.” Misao replies to you, demure smile now turned back to you. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes though.

“YER our club president! Ya should be helping us right now too—!” Nana rolls up her sleeves, ready to punch anyone if needed, but Misao wags a finger at her.

“Ah, but isn’t this our lovely vice president’s idea? Then this should be their responsibility, shouldn’t it?” He says, side-eyeing you with a smirk on his face and saying your name. “That’s what we talked about yesterday, ain’t that right?”

Your frown deepens and you cast a harsh glare at Misao, but you don’t say anything despite the fact that you’re obviously irked. Ryuji does it for you. “Ya know, ya can’t just blow off all yer responsibilities and expect Vice Pres to—”

“Shut uppp. Yer cutting in on our downtime.” Daiki whines, pushing past the three of you to walk further into the clubroom.

“Hah??! Why I outta—!” You stop Nana with a sigh, leading her and Ryuji out of the clubroom.

“Let’s just go, guys, it’s not worth it.” You say, ignoring the smirk Misao gives you. You push your friends out as they complain, quickly exiting the clubroom before any more bickering can break out.

Hotarou’s red eyes follow you out the door.

“We should’ve cussed ‘im out.”

You give a drawn out sigh as the three of you near the gym. Nana and Ryuji are pissed, rightfully so, with how Misao and his friends had treated the three of you earlier. Honestly, you want to throttle him as well. Wipe that stupid smirk off his face and maybe pull out at least some of his brown hair. But alas, you had a reputation to keep and hitting someone willy nilly wouldn't do anything for you except cause trouble.

"It's really not a big deal." You say, turning to Nana and Ryuji with a dubious look on your face, an eyebrow raised.

"No, it's not not a big deal!" Nana interjects, shaking both her fists in front of her. Her face is red hot with anger, eyebrows furrowed together so tightly you're worried she'd get wrinkles early. "Ya don't deserve treatment like that! Those assholes shouldn't be treating ya that way and personally, I'd give 'em a piece of my mind!"

"I don't normally agree with, uhh, violent methods but Nana's right." Ryuji adds, crossing his lanky arms over his chest as he regards you with stern eyes. "Telling a teacher about his lousiness won't cut it."

"That's right, that's right!"

This shouldn't be the time for your heart to swell at their concern for you, but you can't help it. They really ground you. Support you never knew you needed until you were about to collapse.

Though their willingness to beat someone up for you is endearing in some way, it's not a good idea in the slightest. "They insulted the two of ya, too. I'm more miffed by that than whatever they do or whatever they say ta me." You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "But causing a scene won't solve anything, ya know, we'd only get in trouble and I don't want that for either of ya."

Nana pouts. "We can handle any punishment!"

"I'd rather ya don't handle a punishment in the first place." You sigh again, throwing your head back and staring at the sky. "Let's jus' leave it, yeah? We just have ta deal with Joue-senpai fer another few months."

"Ya mean an entire school year." Nana grumbles as she slumps, extremely exhausted just from that one encounter. "Can y'all believe he said photography is just taking random pictures and photoshopping ta make it pretty? The nerve of that dick!"

"I've had Hasegawa mess up one of my oil paintings by adding an entire cup of water to my paint…" Ryuji adds, rubbing his face with his hands. "And Amiya…"

Nana cuts in. "Amiya's just weird."

You sigh in understanding. "Well, doesn't mean we can't have a fun year, now does it?" You say, trying to light up the mood. Nana looks at you with disbelief.

"Yer so disgustingly optimistic!"

Soon, the three of you arrive at the gym, the double doors wide open. You can hear talking in the gym, loud murmurs, and the occasional squeaking of sneakers against the hardwood floors.

You enter the gym first, followed by Nana and Ryuji. “Excuse me, please pardon the intrusion.” You call out, voice calm and cool and face stoic. The entire team is dressed in their volleyball uniforms and they turn their heads when you announce your arrival. Coach Kurosu is with Kita, their attention now on you the second you called out, and Kita gives you a small smile.

"Ah, members of the art club. I take it Kita asked ya to make the posters fer us." Coach Kurosu asks you as you and your friends approach him.

"Yes, thank you fer letting us borrow yer time today. Especially since we heard the tournament is somewhat soon…"

"Oh, don't worry about that! Just do what ya gotta do fer today." Coach Kurosu assures you, waving his hand, and he turns to Kita. "I'll leave everything to ya then, kid. Gotta meet with some teachers."

Kita nods and you bow to the older man as the coach leaves the gym. The former gives you a smile. "Thanks again." He murmurs to you and you nod, trying not to let a grin spread on your face.

The silver-haired captain then turns to his team and beckons them to gather around, all of them obeying either with a confused or curious expression. "Boys, these are the members of the art club. They'll be helping us create recruitment posters, as well as fundraiser posters."

You bow to the rest of the team, Nana and Ryuji following your lead. "Good afternoon. I'm the vice president of the art club," you say, giving them your name, "these are my fellow members, Hibiki Ryuji and Murasaki Nana. Thank you for havin' us." You have Nana distribute the draft posters so everyone can have a look, while you and your friends set up the lights. You flit your eyes over each member, checking to see if everyone is accounted for. You asked Kita for a list of all his teammates and their positions yesterday when you were making the draft posters.

There’s Aran, Akagi, and Omimi; the three you know the most because you’ve seen them with Kita during school most of the time. There’s the first years as well, though, the only one you know by name is Riseki Heisuke (mostly because Nana has complained about him bumping into her one too many times).

… And there are three second years trying to avoid your gaze.

Ginjima looks like he wants to melt into the floor this time, Atsumu is too busy having a “friendly” glaring match with Nana, Osamu is trying to stifle his laughter. The only second years who are looking at you are Yuto, who’s glancing between you and the aforementioned three in confusion, and…

You narrow your eyes when you see Suna’s yellowish-gray gaze fixed on you. He doesn’t look angry or even annoyed, he’s just staring at you with blank eyes.

What’s his deal?

Blink, please?

“What are you glaring at, High and Mighty?” Suna suddenly says, surprising you and at the same time, managing to make you viscerally angry. High and what?

“Are ya talking ta me?” You speak in a threateningly calm voice, eyebrows raised as you level him with a cold look.

Suna doesn’t flinch and just regards you with a raised eyebrow. “I dunno, am I?”

He’s looking at you with a challenging and indignant glare again, just like he had yesterday. But this time, you don’t know; it’s like there’s something else. Something else he has under his sleeve. You’ve met too many people like him to not know when someone thinks they have a trump card. This look he’s giving you is not just challenging or indignant; it’s sly. And cunning.

Before you can think about it further, Ryuji calls you over for help with the lights. Pursing your lips, you glance back at Suna, rolling your eyes before turning around. “I know you’re well aware that I have a name.” You say. “You know it. Use it.”

Whatever information he thinks he has against you, it wouldn’t make you bat an eye.

“We’ll do a formal group shot first, two rows, shorter members on the front and taller members in the back.” Nana orders after everyone is finished looking at the draft posters, and you and Ryuji have the lights ready. “We don’t have all day! If ya lose yer dignity being singled out as the shortest teammate, I don’t care!”

"Should you be talking?!"

You watch with a sigh as Nana wrangles everybody to their proper positions. Ryuji is pale with how many tall athletes Nana is quickly making enemies of, and you can practically hear all the backup plans he's mentally forming if she ever manages to anger 3 or more of them. "I'm going to have an aneurysm."

"Don't have it here."

"I'm gonna have a medical emergency and yer tellin' me ta hold it in?"

When the players have lined up now, Nana looks at them with a scrutinizing gaze, hand on her chin as she looks at them one by one. "Senpai," she calls out to you, "do ya think their positions are alright?"

Blinking, you give them all a once over, pursing your lips. "I think it'd be better if the front row crouches or sits down, and the tallest members in the back row stand on each end…" As you ramble, you walk forward and begin rearranging all the volleyball club members in the back row, tallest ones on each end and their heights descending towards the middle.

Some of the first years blush when you nonchalantly grab their arms and wrists to pull them to a new spot. You don't give it much thought. You're too busy with what you're doing.

You were so busy that you didn't notice the foot jutting out in front of your path and you trip on it, eyes wide as you flail your arms in front of you to break your fall. The impact doesn't come, however; an arm swiftly wraps around your waist, stopping your fall.

The air is knocked out of your lungs for a moment before you quickly gather your bearings, twisting around to look at the culprit who tripped you and the savior who caught you.

They're one in the same.

Suna stares down at you with the same blank eyes, brown bangs cascading down his face. You're acutely aware of his arm still wrapped around your waist even as you manage to stand upright once again. Barely registering Kita's voice asking if you're alright, you watch as Suna glances at Kita and back at you with a scrutinizing gaze, almost as if… he's trying to decipher something.

Just…

Just what is this guy planning?!

Student ID: Joue Misao

Class 3-7, President of the Art Club

Age: 18

Birthday: April 1

Fun Fact: Once, he saved a first year's cat from a tree to show off, fell on his bum while climbing down, and found out it wasn't even the first year's cat.

Student ID: Hasegawa Daiki

Class 3-2

Age: 18

Birthday: September 5

Fun Fact: He once tried to date three girls at the same time but they all broke up with him on the same day without being aware of one another.

Student ID: Amiya Hotarou

Class 3-1

Age: 17

Birthday: February 29/March 1 (on non-leap years)

Fun Fact: He always gets confused when he doesn't see his birthday on the calendar when it's not a leap year.

#suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna x female reader #haikyuu x fem!reader #please teach me how to be a girlfriend #miya atsumu #miya osamu #shu writes #inarizaki #haikyuu inarizaki #kita shinsuke

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