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etherrreal · 1 year

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“when they’re feeling insecure”

Pairing: atsumu x reader; kita x reader; suna x reader Genre: reverse comfort-fluff; drabbles & headcanons WC: 5.169 Warnings: N/A A/N: thanks for the request! this is actually the first piece we’ve worked on together so we’re excited for you all to see it! enjoy :) -Dawn & Luna

since you and Atsumu tended to be strapped on time to spend with each other—with you working full-time and him being a national volleyball player—you liked to meet up with him after practice sometimes so you can pick up some food and get some quality time together

he was always taking his sweet time to get showered and ready to go, so you got to bond with some of his teammates, his captain Meian especially

when you found out you both loved the same show, every week, the day after the show aired, you got to practice a bit earlier so you and him had time to talk about the newest episode

Atsumu watched every week as you barely gave him a wave when you entered the gym those days, bee-lining straight to Meian and launching into animated conversation about your show

he had tried many times to sit down to watch it with you, but each time, about 15 minutes into the show, he found himself disinterested and distracted by his phone

he knew that never bothered you—”we don’t have to have the same interests,” you would tell him—but, week by week, as he observed you light up those days you walked into the gym to talk with Meian, he began to feel like maybe he wasn’t trying hard enough to get into your interests like you do for him

and he’d be damned if big bicep Meian would make you laugh more than he did

It’s Friday, you’re absolutely exhausted from work, and you’re ready to wash the grime of the day away in the hottest shower imaginable. You’re a little thrown off when you walk in the house and hear the T.V. playing in the living room, familiar voices from your favorite show coming from the room. You don’t remember leaving it on before you left, so you creep into the room slowly, peering around the corner to see a mop of blond hair leaning against the back of the couch.

“What are you doing?”

Atsumu snorts himself awake at the sound of your voice, eyes bleary as he tries to gather himself, gaze darting between you and the screen.

“Oh, me? Just catching up on your show.” He’s back to lounging against the arm of the couch, remote in hand gesturing to the screen. “It’s the part where that one girl, uh, Ashley is talkin’ to her boyfriend right now about how they’re going to move in together soon.”

“Okay, first of all, that’s not her name.” You set your bag down next to the couch, throwing yourself down onto the cushion next to him. “Second, that’s her mortal enemy, and I’m pretty sure they’re talking about how she hopes he bites the dust on their next mission.”

Atsumu stares at the screen, paying attention to the dialogue for probably the first time since turning it on. “Oh.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his cluelessness. “I’ve already told you, ‘Tsumu, you don’t have to like the same things that I do just because we’re dating. Just like I don’t like volleyball that much, you don’t have to like my show as much as I do.”

He gasps, scandalized. “You don’t like volleyball?!”

“Not as much as you do, dummy. That’s my point! We’re two separate people with separate interests, and that’s okay.”

“Yeah, but…” You don’t hear the rest of his statement as he mumbles it, shrinking into himself with arms crossed and chin buried into his chest.

“You gotta speak up, babe. I couldn’t catch that.”

He sighs heavily, arms still crossed, now with a comically deep frown on his face. “But you and Meian are always talkin’ and laughin’ together at practice when you should be doing that with me, your boyfriend!”

“Oooh, come here, my dear sweet Atsumu.” He doesn’t hesitate to accept your invitation, nearly knocking the wind out of you as he wraps his arms around your torso, smushing his cheek against your chest. “You know I love you dearly. But trying to talk to you about my show is like talking to a brick wall, and I say that with all the love in the world. Now I finally have someone that I can talk to about my show, so you don’t have to hear me drone on.”

He grumbles. “I guess. But can’t you find someone else less… beefy to talk to about it with?”

You pause, trying to sift through his lot of friends for someone who doesn’t fit that bill. “Babe. All of your friends are beefy, so it wouldn’t even matter if there was someone else there that I can talk to about it. Besides, his appearance doesn’t even matter. It’s nothing more than some friendly chatter, alright?”

“Alright.” You press a kiss to the top of his head before he whines, tilting his head all the way up to offer his lips to you so you can give him a proper kiss. “...Just wish you’d be less happy about it.”

you were invited to a night out at a bar with some old friends from high school, and decided to drag Kita along for the ride to introduce him to the ol’ gang

drinks were being served, shots were being had, and everyone was getting along swimmingly

Kita, who’d been nursing a bottle of water in preparation for work the next day, stayed by your side the whole night, smiling as you and your friends swapped stories and dutifully holding your things when they dragged you off to the dancefloor

he was at the bar getting you another drink when your friend Aina approached, leaning against the bar

“I like you for them,” she announced, words slurring. “They need someone plain like you to balance them out.”

he knew she didn’t mean it as an insult, but the word “plain” punched him right in the gut, insecurity washing over him as he realized it was absolutely true

you were the daring, adventurous type, always ready to jump right into things headfirst, while Kita preferred a steadier approach

normally this wasn’t a problem for the two of you, but suddenly Kita couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were getting bored with him

it didn’t help that you had to cut your night short because of Kita’s early job, which consumed him with guilt as he watched you hug everyone goodbye, telling them you’d meet again at some point

the ride home was quiet as Kita thought about the ways he could be the fun, spontaneous man you deserved

the next day, he showed up at your door and invited you on an impromptu picnic date in the park, which you were more than happy to agree to

he was so ready to give you an amazing date and prove to you that he was more than just your plain boyfriend, but it seemed that the universe had other plans, as what was supposed to be your perfect and fun day quickly transformed into a disaster

at first, everything started off pretty smoothly, until Kita realized he forgot to bring a blanket, and the two of you were forced to sit on the wet, muddy grass

then when he opened the basket, he realized all the drinks had spilled on the drive over, effectively ruining all of the food he packed

you took it all in stride, reassuring him it could’ve happened to anyone, and ended up grabbing some takoyaki from a nearby food stand

for a moment Kita thought things were finally looking up, until an unleashed dog bounded towards you and knocked the takoyaki straight out of your hand and onto the ground, leaving the two of you to share whatever was left of his

he was so sure that it couldn’t get any worse, and then it started to rain– and not just a little drizzle, either, but a huge downpour that sent the two of you and the rest of your fellow park-goers scrambling for cover

and just to add insult to injury, his car ended up getting a flat only five minutes into the drive home, leaving him with no choice but to pull over and call for help, a shitty ending to an even shittier day

Kita’s not usually the type to believe that the universe is working against him –he prefers leaving those kinds of dramatics to the likes of Atsumu– but after the day he’s had, he’s starting to wonder.

His plan to prove to both you and himself that he could be an exciting, spontaneous, and definitely not plain boyfriend had started off decently enough. He showed up at your place with a nervous heart and a picnic basket in hand, announcing only somewhat shakily that he’d be stealing you for the day, whisking you off on an impromptu picnic date.

You’d had no prior warning, hence the whole spontaneous thing, but you went along with it easily enough, more than willing to spend a little extra time with your boyfriend. You threw on the quickest presentable outfit you could find and then you were off, eager to see where the day –and Kita– would take you. You ended up driving out to a flower field in the park, and it was absolutely wonderful.

For the first five minutes, at least.

Then it all went to shit.

Now the two of you are sitting in his car, soaked to the bone as you wait for a tow truck, and Kita is trying his very best not to let on how utterly defeated and pathetic he feels. He thinks the only thing keeping him from sulking outright is the fact that you’re still holding his hand, and even then, he can’t stop the frown that forms on his face.

“I’m so sorry about today,” he starts lamely, breaking the silence, voice shakier than he’s used to. He knows it’s not nearly enough to make up for the complete and utter catastrophe that your date turned into, but he supposes it’s a good enough place to start. “I know it wasn’t what you were expectin’ when I told you I’d be takin’ you out for a romantic picnic in the park. Hell, it wasn’t what I was expectin’, either.”

“Well, it was definitely an adventure, that’s for sure,” you say, in that carefree and teasing way of yours. Then you bring his hand closer to you and press your lips to the back of his palm, a playful but genuine smile tugging at your lips. “Still, I’m glad I came. I had a really good time today, Shin.”

Kita blinks, eyes wide as he stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “You did?”

“Of course I did. I was with you. I always have a good time when I’m with you.” You say it casually, easily, like it’s just that simple, and when he continues to gape at you, you raise an eyebrow. “What? Why do you look so surprised?”

“That’s because I am surprised. Today was a disaster, darlin’. It was the opposite of everythin’ that I wanted it to be.”

“Well, what did you want it to be?”

“Somethin’ good and excitin’ that you could enjoy the way you deserve.” He looks away, unable to meet your eyes as his gaze drifts to your intertwined hands, voice soft and quiet, defeated. “Somethin’ to show you that I could be fun and spontaneous, and not just the borin’ and plain boyfriend you’ve been stuck with.”

“Woah, wait, boring and plain? Stuck with?” you repeat, incredulous, brows furrowing as your lips curve into a frown of their own. “What are you talking about, Shin? You’re sure as hell not just someone I’m stuck with– where’s all of this even coming from?”

Despite himself, he hesitates. The last thing he wants to do is weigh you down with his insecurities, but Kita has never lied to you before, and he certainly doesn’t plan on starting now.

That’s when he tells about everything that happened last night, about Aina’s off-handed comment and about all the doubts and insecurities that’d been unearthed as a result. He tells you about the plan he made, the one he wanted so badly to be enough to prove to you that he could be the man you want, the man you deserve.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Shin,” is the first thing you say when he’s finished speaking, genuine and apologetic as you give his hand a comforting squeeze. “I know she was drunk, but Aina had no right to say that to you, and I’ll be telling her as much first thing tomorrow.”

“S’alright. I know she didn’t mean it as a bad thing,” Kita says, squeezing your hand back. “Still, it got me thinkin’, y’know? About you and me, and the fact that we’re so different. I mean, you– you’re so bright and darin’ and fearless and I’m just– I’m not.”

“So? I like you for you, Shin. I always have. And I especially like how different we both are.”

“I know. I do, too, I just– sometimes I just can’t help but feel like I’m borin’ you. Like you’re settlin’ for me. And I’m not sayin’ that I think you don’t love me, ‘cuz I know you do, I just–” He gives a shaky exhale and runs his free hand through his hair, faltering a little, before forcing himself to continue, though he still can’t quite meet your eyes. “I guess it’s just hard for me to make sense of the thought of someone as amazin’ and full of life as you wantin’ to be with someone as simple as me.”

The confession is raw and vulnerable, the way Kita’s only ever allowed himself to be around you. It softens you, makes you release his hand in favor of cupping his face, a silent plea to get him to look at you. And though he still feels pretty pathetic about everything, he doesn’t deny you, lifting his gaze to meet yours and finding himself stunned by the open affection in your eyes, the undeniable love he’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of.

“Oh, Shinsuke, baby, you’re not simple.” Your words, like your hands on his face, are gentle but firm, and when he shoots you a doubtful look, you lean closer and insist, “You’re not. You’re hardworking and dedicated, not to mention generous and so, so kind. You take care of me and make me laugh, and you’re always there to listen to me and support me, no matter how stubborn I am or how crazy my ideas get. You’re everything I want, not to mention everything I need. You make me better, and I love you, just the way you are.”

It’s strange, Kita thinks, how quickly your words ease the uncertainty and doubt that’d been weighing on his chest, how effortlessly your touch soothes him. There’s so much he wants to say to you. He wants to tell you how grateful he is for you, how much your words mean to him. Mostly, he wants to tell you that he loves you.

But then you tug his face towards you, closing the distance between you and pressing your lips firmly against his, and he realizes he doesn’t have to, because you already know. You feel it in the way he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer, in the way one of his hands tangles in your hair. Still, he does his best to prove it to you, anyway, deepening the kiss with a drag of his tongue across your lips and a muffled groan that has you scraping your nails against his scalp.

You’re both breathless when you pull away, just enough so that you can lean your forehead against his, all gentle comfort and soft affection.

“So get the thought of you being the person I settled for out of your pretty little head,” you say firmly, lightly tugging on his hair for good measure, “because you’re not. You’re the person I chose, the one I plan to continue choosing for a long, long time. Have I made myself clear?”

And Kita can only smile at you, turning his face to place a gentle kiss to the inside of your palm, all of his previous anxieties and insecurities forgotten.

“Crystal, darlin’.”

you and Suna were at your cousin’s wedding, and you set off to grab some more drinks at the bar

Suna watched as you left—definitely checking out your ass—when he saw you get stopped by a guy, who put his hand hand on your arm and said something to you, and then suddenly, you were hugging

you were both so animated, so effortless, in your interactions, and Suna even saw you bust out laughing in a way you usually only do when he tells you the most god awful joke

Suna nudges your friend Aina who’s standing next to him, gesturing over to you both as he asks about who the guy is, thinking maybe he’s another cousin or something

“Oh, that’s her ex, Haru,” she explains, “They were friends all throughout childhood and even dated for a while in high school.”

this, of course, isn’t Suna’s first time hearing about your ex, seeing as the two of you have been dating long enough to have already swapped stories about previous breakups, but it is his first time seeing you and Haru interact in person

and while Suna already knows that the breakup was mutual and that you and Haru ended things pretty amicably, he’d be lying if he said seeing Haru act so familiar with you doesn’t bother him

still, Suna trusts you, and the last thing he’s going to do is make a scene at your cousin’s wedding, which is why he opts to ignore the interaction entirely, until one of the women standing nearby makes it impossible for him

the woman—maybe an aunt of yours—jumps in to add, “they were so cute, weren’t they? We were all so sure they were going to end up together. After all, they only broke up because they were heading off to different colleges.”

and if that doesn’t make him feel shitty enough, another woman, whom he quickly realizes is Haru’s mother, chimes in, “they would’ve been high school sweathearts, what’s more perfect than that! It’s too bad they had to break up.”

Aina freezes, panicked, as her gaze darts between him and the women nearby, like she’s debating whether or not she should say something, but Suna stops her with a shake of his head, brushing the whole thing off like it doesn’t bother him, even though it really does

Suna isn’t friends with any of his exes, so he doesn’t understand how two people who decided they couldn’t be together could act so natural and cheerful—and not deathly awkward—with one another years after the split

as much as he hates admitting it, you and Haru do look really good together, even if your interaction only ended up lasting a few minutes, and your family clearly still adores him, so much so that they invited him to your cousin’s wedding

it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they prefer him over Suna, and while normally Suna wouldn’t give a damn about any of that, he can’t help but wonder if you feel the same way, if seeing Haru tonight made you regret breaking up with him in the first place

the two of you were high school sweethearts, after all; how can Suna hope to compare to that?

it puts him in a sour mood for the rest of the night, one that lasts throughout the rest of the reception and continues on your drive home

“Are you okay, Rin?”

Suna barely spares you a glance when you speak, keeping his eyes planted firmly on the road in front of him. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Because you’ve been acting weird since the reception.”

“It’s nothing.” That’s a lie, of course, and you both know it. He’s been giving you the cold shoulder ever since you got in the car, the silence that’s settled between you nothing like the easy banter and teasing jokes you normally exchange on the way home. “I’m just tired.”

The rational part of him, the one he doesn’t always listen to, knows it isn’t fair for him to act this way. He’s being petty and immature, neither of which are reactions you deserve right now, but he can’t help it.

Being vulnerable has never been easy for Suna. It still isn’t, if he’s being honest, which is why, instead of talking to you about his feelings, he chooses to ignore them completely, burying them somewhere deep inside himself that even he can’t reach, despite the way his heart sinks and his hands tighten on the steering wheel the more he thinks about what your family said.

He doesn’t have to look at you to know that you’re frowning. You’ve always been able to see right through him, so of course you know that something’s bothering him, no matter how hard he tries to convince you otherwise.

He still hasn’t looked at you, but he imagines you sitting in the passenger seat with your arms crossed over your chest, furrowing your brows the way you always do when you can’t figure something out. “Did my family say something to you?”

He lets himself glance at you long enough to flash you a tight smile, a forced curving of his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Nothing worth repeating.”

Your eyes narrow at his words, lips parting like you want to say something else, but then he’s pulling up in front of your apartment building and parking the car, and the moment is gone. The silence follows you into the lobby, up the elevator and all the way inside your shared apartment.

Suna quickly decides that he hates this kind of silence. He hates how bothered he still is about you and your stupid ex even more. Mostly, he hates the distance he feels between you now, even though he knows it’s one of his own creation.

He wants nothing more than to get rid of it, to lay his head in your lap and tell you exactly why he’s so upset while you stroke his hair and comfort him, but doing so would require him to be honest about his feelings, and you both already know how shitty he is at that. And the last thing Suna wants to do right now is start a fight, especially when he already feels like he’s not good enough for you.

You must sense his hesitance, because in the end, you’re the one that comes to him. You corner him while he’s sitting at the edge of your shared bed, approaching him with the same amount of care and delicateness you’d use with a stray cat.

You’re both still wearing your wedding clothes, but neither of you seems to care much about that right now. You push his jacket off his shoulders and he lets you, watching as you fold it with careful hands and set it neatly down on the bed next to him.

You move to stand in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. Suna finds himself shifting almost automatically to accommodate you, spreading his thighs so you can stand comfortably between his legs.

Then you’re running your fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp in just the way he likes, and whatever ideas he had before about keeping his feelings to himself and suffering in silence immediately vanish from his brain. He’s nothing but putty in your hands right now, and all it took was one measly touch from you.

You’re good at that, Suna thinks. You’re good at softening him, at making him feel safe and loved, like he can tell you anything without being judged. It’s one of the things he loves the most about you.

It’s also why, despite his earlier hesitance, he allows himself to melt into your touch. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face against your stomach while you continue to run your fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head every now and then.

The two of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other and breathing in sync. Then you’re tugging gently at his scalp, coaxing him into looking up at you with your fingers in his hair. He goes willingly, always, for you.

“Are you ready to talk about it now?” you ask, soft and seeking, free of any judgment.

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid,” Suna mumbles, chin tucked securely against your body.

You press a soothing kiss to his forehead for good measure. “Try me.”

And though the thought of baring his feelings so openly still makes him kind of queasy, he does it anyway, relenting. “I didn’t know your ex was gonna be at the wedding.”

“Who, Haru? That’s who this is about?” You blink as genuine surprise laces your features, as if you’ve actually forgotten about your ex entirely, which pleases Suna more than he cares to admit. “He’s friends with my cousin. We all grew up together. I thought I told you that.”

“You did.” The smile he gives you is curt and tight-lipped. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “You just didn’t tell me how devastated your family was when the two of you broke up.”

“So they did say something to you, didn’t they?” You shake your head, understanding flashing in your eyes as your lips curve into a frown. “Who was it? Wait, don’t tell me– Aunt Eri?”

“The one and only,” Suna confirms, much to your chagrin. “She and Haru’s mom were convinced the two of you were meant to be, and that you were –get this– absolutely perfect for each other.”

The words taste sour in his mouth, a bitterness filling his voice that he only hopes you know isn’t directed towards you. Thankfully, you don’t seem to take any offense to it. If anything, you look upset for him, your jaw dropping and eyes widening in disbelief which quickly turns to anger at your own aunt’s audacity.

“Oh, no. Rin, baby, I’m so sorry,” you say, and he can tell from the look in your eyes how much you mean it. “They had no right to say any of that, least of all in front of you.” You lift a hand to cup his cheek and shake your head, eyes soft and apologetic. “I can only imagine how shitty it was to hear.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, frowning at the memory, “no kidding.” But he leans into your touch anyway, brushing his lips against your palm so you know he doesn’t blame you. “That’s not really the part that bothered me, anyway.”

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head curiously. “Then what did?”

Suna already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you, which is why he takes a deep breath and asks, “Why did you and Haru break up?”

“We were going to different colleges,” you reply, confirming what your aunt told him. “We agreed it was the best thing for the both of us.”

And though it’s exactly the answer he was expecting, that still doesn’t make hearing it hurt any less. He swallows the lump in his throat and looks away, voice quieting. “So if you never broke up with him back then, you’d probably still be with him right now.”

“And if I won the lottery when I was eighteen the way I hoped I would, then I’d probably be single and in Madrid right now,” you shoot back easily, without missing a beat. “What’s your point?”

Suna frowns, fixing you with a pointed look. “Your family likes him. I mean, they really, really like him. Way more than they like me.”

“Well, then,” you lean forward, lips curving up into a smile, “I guess it’s a good thing you’re dating me and not any of them, isn’t it?”

He shakes his head, the frown on his face deepening even further. “You don’t get it. The only reason the two of you didn’t work out is because of bad timing, not because you didn’t love him anymore.”

“But that’s the thing. I don’t love him anymore, Rin. I love you and only you,” you insist. “I’m not the person I was when Haru and I were together. I grew up. I went to college, I moved out on my own, and then we met, and I fell in love with you.”

“That’s exactly my point,” he argues. “None of that would’ve ever happened if you hadn’t broken up with him. If he’d reached out to you while you were still in college, then you and I wouldn’t even be together right now.”

“But he didn’t, and he won’t. And even if he did now, it wouldn’t matter, because the only person I’m in love with is you.”

Your voice is steady, firm, leaving little room for argument. He tries anyway, opening his mouth to speak again, but you silence him with a finger pressed to his lips. And though Suna still isn’t completely convinced you’re what he deserves, he listens, quieting down long enough to hear you out properly.

“Rin, baby, if we sit here and argue about all the what if’s, we’ll always find some kind of excuse for why we couldn’t have been together,” you reason. “But we are, so why does it matter? We’re here together now, and I chose you– because I wanted you. I still want you.”

He watches, heart full and racing, as you settle yourself into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, knees on either side of his thighs. He doesn’t hesitate to welcome you, hands resting on your hips, the weight of you warm and familiar in his arms.

“Do you still want me?” you ask, as if you don’t already know, as if there was ever any doubt.

And that, he quickly realizes, is exactly the point you’re trying to make, because no matter what happened in the past, no matter who the two of you have been with before this, he’s the one you’re choosing now, just like you are for him.

“More than I know what to do with,” he answers, reaching a hand up to your face to brush his thumb across your cheek.

“Then it’s settled. Everything else is just background noise.” You kiss him, then, deep and wanting, and it’s all he can do to kiss you back, longing and eager. You smile when you pull away, a sweet, loving thing he feels like an idiot for ever even doubting in the first place. “Okay?”

And Suna smiles, relieved, resting his forehead against yours.

“Okay.”

Written by: Dawn & Luna

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pfpanimes · 3 months

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⌕ haikyuu! - kita.

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kiatoru · 6 months

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alright now miss, spread yer legs f'me."

you gulp and can feel your face heating up as you stare down at the devastingly handsome doctor in front of you and shyly spread your legs.

dr. kita shinsuke doesnt say a word as he gently presses two of his fingers to your clothed cit, eyeing the sticky wet patch on your panties.

"is... is everything okay, doctor?" you murmur, face still hot as you try not to buck and squirm into underneath his intense gaze.

"well i dont quite know yet... m' gonna have to get these panties off and give ya a real close insepection, alright?"

your breath hitches and you quickly nod, lifting your hips gently as he pulls your lacey underwear slowly down your thighs. he stares at your soaked core with a hunger in his eyes.

"gotta taste ya now, alright, pretty?" he mumbles, "make sure this gorgeous pussy is healthy."

before you can say a thing he's licking up and down your folds, groaning and grunting like a man starved. gasps and whines leave your mouth as your hips buck up and his nose brushes against your clit. he wraps his arms around your thighs, effectively pinning them down. a loud sob leaves your throat as you writhe in pleasure, his tongue and mouth working wonders on you.

"p-please, doc-doctor- please!" you squeal, he groans against you and wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a hard suck.

his actions have you yelling out as your cream so sweetly on his tongue. he moans and slurps up your juices, not stopping until you cry out and push at his head. your sniffles subside as he gently strokes your thighs helping you come down from your high.

"seems like yer just fine... but i think you'll have to come in fer monthly checkups."

#trying again 😭#haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #kita #kita x you #kita x y/n #kita x reader #kita smut #- she writes?!・'°☆

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kairiscorner · 6 months

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

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

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

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

his girl. (part 2)

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

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ asahi azumane

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

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

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

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

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

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ shinsuke kita

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

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

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

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

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

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clubkira · 6 months

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FIREWORKS.

── SHINSUKE KITA. ┊ HAIKYUU!!

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

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

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

word count. 2k-ish

soundtrack. rainy tapestry : lamp.

19:57

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Confusion, frustration, desperation?

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

“Shinsuke.”

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

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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loveephia · 1 year

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"i'll never let another boy hurt you ever again." your close friend, suna rintarō, vowed a promise as he held your crying figure close. a small smile formed on his face at the fact that you found comfort in him first. he was first.

best believe that he kept his promise, even years later.

oh, how radiant you were, walking down the aisle, even though it wasn't toward him. it was toward kita shinsuke, his perfect, no-cutting-corners, straight A'd volleyball captain in high school.

it wasn't like suna was bitter about the occasion. if you weren't for him, then he'd much rather you be with kita, a boy who could never hurt you.

one day, you'll thank him for protecting you from all the sleazy guys you almost fell for, but really, there's no thanks needed to be said.

after all, he was just doing what every friend would do.

as he was, your close friend, suna rintarō.

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noirflms · 7 days

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THE HOUSEHUSBAND LIFE — hq men

haikyuu men as househusbands. or haikyuu men who’d be good househusbands in general.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ AKAASHI KEIJI !

he is the one who keeps track of finance in the house , keeps track of how much you should spend even if you get a six-sum salary and love spending it on him even if he doesn't like it because he wants you to save for the future.

he also pretty much cooks all sorts of dishes and morning tea made by him is served to you in bed , he is just the best. buys groceries when you're out to work , keeps the house neat and clean — it's a penthouse so it's not much work as it's not that dirty all the time — keeps track of your health and if you're pretty much not skipping breakfast or lunch cuz he's there to spoon feed you at dinner.

he's not much fan of laundry just knows he has to fold it and keep it neatly in your shared closet and is pretty much a the best husband of all ( according to your mother ).

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ SUGAWARA KOUSHI !

he is that type of house-husband who actually takes care of the loundry more than cooking and cleaning but still cleans the house just the way you like it — organized and neatly done. he doesn't step in the kitchen for he knows he might burn whatever he cooks so you don't let him step in there , it's either you come home and cook but if your tired , it's take out time!

whenever he does laundry he has a habit of smelling the clothes before folding for he like the smell of the detergent you use and the clothing softener should be if the best company because that is kinda professional when you go to work wearing soft and clean clothes.

dusts around the house with music playing in the background and does all the cleaning while blasting Oliva Rodrigo on the amazon echo you brought so he won't have to go on connecting his phone to the Bluetooth other than that he is just the best husband you could ask for.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ KITA SHINSUKE !

he is the package , can cook , cleans , does laundry , keeps track of all budgets and savings , knows every nook and cranny of the house and is happy being a house-husband for you. kita buys the best clothing softener and detergent , is a man of his words for if he promises breakfast in bed for you then you get it.

he sets up the house according to a taste that suits him and you like almsot all the time after seeing it on pinterest — yes HE HAS PINTEREST and you can't change my mind — cooks the best meals like you're in heaven to be eating such delicious meals , laundry is done and the house smells like lavander and you don't know how he does that and he keep it a secret ( it's just him using scented house cleaning stuff ).

grocery shopping is done with you because it's to lonely for him to go out so it's shopping time on the weekends , he is like a stay at home mum but you love him and for god sake who wouldn't want a man like KITA SHINSUKE.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ YAMAGUCHI TADASHI !

you enter the house with the smell of the most delicious food being cooked and when I say delicious , it's over the top delicious. he loves cooking so much that he forgets he has to clean as well and do laundry. yamaguchi almost does everything before stepping into the kitchen and prepare a bento for you in the early morning with starting to think for dinner — even though lunch is not even thought out yet — and what to be baked when your home.

it may not seem like but he has a passion for baking good for you.

he blasts playlist made for him by you and tsukki , and does the cleaning and laundry because sometimes it's to lonely in the house , he keeps track of time and when you're gonna come so he could prepare a bubble bath and then start with the cooking so you could have been relaxed and come eat with him.

when it's a weekend , he wakes up late but the breakfast is in his hands to be cooked , and in the evening it's time for him and you to have a baking session and you cherish this baby more than anything.

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satorisoup · 5 months

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#KITAS’ COMFORT

#A/N : lil bit different than my usual work. lord i love kita shinsuke.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. nude reader (in the bath non-sexual). depression.

kita is someone who values you more than you could ever know. a gentle lover. he’s someone who has so much love to show, so much care to give.

kita doesn’t falter from his known facade when he finds out you haven’t gotten out of bed in 3 days.

he instead lifts you into his arms and carries you into the bathroom.

kita doesn’t falter when he finds your hair unbrushed thrown up with a hairband.

he instead combs your hair until every knot is out and the brush runs smooth.

kita doesn’t falter when he notices you haven’t showered in said 3 days.

he instead lays you in a warm bath and softly washes your back with a soap lathered sponge.

kita doesn’t falter when he notices your cheeks slightly sunken in and your paling face.

he instead makes you a meal and feeds you every bite.

kita doesn’t falter when he sees your dark circles and tear stained cheeks.

he instead cups your face and kisses your eyelids while your tears flow out.

kita doesn’t falter when you curl into his arms and your breathing steadies into a softer pace.

he instead holds you close and whispers he loves you while you sleep soundly.

kita never falters from his exsisting facade because thats who he is. a gentle lover, with so much love to show, and so much care to give.

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bokutone · 4 months

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˗ˏˋ LOVING THEM ˎˊ˗

including: semi eita, sugawara kōshi, kuroo tetsurō, kita shinsuke, ushijima wakatoshi. genre/warnings: nothing but pure fluff! a/n: here's a little christmas present from me to all of you because i miss my boys and we need to bring the hq content back<3

semi — loving him is red, full of passion and love. you’re his muse and he’s your superstar, your love for him is like a roller coaster and every day feels different; mondays are for soft love, soft touches, sweet kisses and bear hugs. while fridays are for rough love, desperate kisses, red marks on his skin and possessive words coming out from your lips. but he loves it, you love him, and the combination of your souls together creates a beautiful shade of red.

sugawara — loving him is blue, like the deep ocean and dark sky. your love for him flows like the waves you two watch every night, it’s calm, revitalizing and harmonious. it feels like the first kiss and last hug, your eyes hold his secrets while your lips savor his love. loving him is drinking the first drops of water after a long day of work, loving him is feeling safe, loving him is knowing your heart is safe within the walls of a shared house, loving him is having a home to go back to when the world seems to collapse on top of you.

kuroo — loving him is yellow. it’s the bright yellow that lightens up your day, the color you see when his eyes close and his mouth opens every time he laughs. loving him is seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, the happiness when you wake up with his arms around your body while the sunlight reflects on his skin, loving him is hating when he decides that comedy should be his career even when he knows he sucks at it. full of energy, fun and bad jokes, loving him is the yellow that shines around him when he loves you back.

kita — loving him is white, white like the clouds above your head while you help him with work. white and pure like the way he looks at you and how your heart pounds on your chest when he says how much he loves you, loving him feels like sleeping under the trees’ shadow that saw how you two shared kisses and strawberries. it doesn’t feel rushed, it doesn’t feel wrong, it feels perfect because the love between two angels is always blessed.

ushijima — loving him is purple. pleasant and calming like a sunset. his love is calming and peaceful, his love is full of tenderness and stability, making the worst day feel like another battle conquered after a hug. loving him is having the patience to understand his silence but also his words, loving him is learning to love without the pressure of loving wrong. loving him is tripping with your own feet and feeling a soft and strong hand pulling you out of your stupor, laughing about it with sparkling eyes and big smiles. his love is straightforward but not overwhelming. his love is simply yours.

rbs and comments are really appreciated!

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mavrintarou · 4 months

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[Daddies in December] Kita Shinsuke

Daddy Shinsuke is so wholesome.

Warning: fluff & soft smut

Shinsuke has been staring at his new lockscreen photo. Though he loves all and any photo with Y/n, his lovely wife, this one was by far his favorite.

It was a shot of Shinsuke hugging his wife from behind, his lips pressed to her shoulder and his hands placed on her six-month pregnant belly.

When Y/n and Shinsuke found out they were expecting, they kept the news to themselves for now. It was Y/n’s idea to announce it with their annual Christmas photo.

When they received their photos from the photographer, Shinsuke was almost brought to tears. They were so breathtaking and he loved every one of them.

Now that the news of their pregnancy was announced, Y/n and Shinsuke could finally share their journey with their family and friends on social media.

With two months left of her pregnancy, Y/n wanted to have a babymoon for Christmas. Their last get-away with just the two of them.

“Wow,” Y/n exclaims in awe at the mountainous panorama, taking in a deep breath of the crisp, cool mountain air. “Just what I need…” She looks over her shoulder and calls for her husband. “Come look at this view.”

Shinsuke pauses on unpacking and walks over, he wraps his arms around her shoulders, hugging her tightly. “Glad you like it.”

Shinsuke took on the responsibility of choosing the babymoon destination, opting for a location that was sufficiently distance yet still within a reasonable proximity to the nearest hospital as a precaution.

He plants a gentle kiss on her temple, saying, “I can’t wait for the arrival of our baby, but at the same time, I realize I’ll miss these moments when it’s just the two of us.”

Sensing something wrong with his tone, Y/n turned around and cupped his face, staring deeply into his eyes. Shinsuke could never hide his emotions from Y/n, “what’s wrong?”

Shinsuke couldn’t bring himself to admit that his mind was burdened by the increasing anxiety about the approaching due date of the baby. It has finally hit him that things will change between him and Y/n.

It dawned on him that he was… jealous of his child.

Once the baby arrives, the attention will now be directed to the baby, and the time between them two will decrease and be limited.

He felt embarrassed at his pathetic thoughts.

Y/n’s hands squeezed his cheeks and she asked again softly, “what is wrong? Hmm?”

Shinsuke is soft for Y/n’s cooing. That’s what made him fall head over heels for her. She knew how to talk to him, how to soften his heart and turn his world upside down.

It was especially something else when she would coo lewd words into his ears when he was balls deep inside her.

“I…” he inhales sharply. “I have been feeling that when baby arrives, our time together will be limited.” He caressed her cheek with his knuckles, “I don’t know why I’ve been feeling uneasy… but I think all in all, I’m just not quite ready to share you yet.” He gently knocks his forehead with hers, “I sound selfish and stupid, huh?” He frowns when he doesn’t get a response from her, but her shoulders tremble. Shinsuke looks at her, trying to get a glimpse of her face but she has it covered by her hand. “What’s wrong?”

Her laughter erupted as she buried her face into his chest.

After allowing her to laugh it out, she finally looks up at him, “I thought I was the only one feeling that way!”

The corner of his lips curved, “you were feeling… the same way too?”

She nodded, hugging him. “Yes, I was having a reality check, that this is it… we’re having a baby, our baby, and our lives as just the two of us are going to change. For the best of course, but like it won’t be the same again, you know?” Y/n looked up at him and he nodded, cupping her face. “But we have nothing to worry about. I think it is good that we realize this so we remind ourselves to make time for just the two of us. Continue to go on dates with just the two of us… maybe ask my mom to babysit for a weekend so we can get a mini getaway…”

“I like that,” Shinsuke whispers, feeling a sense of relief. “I feel so much better.”

Y/n lifts herself on her tippytoes, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. “Okay, now make love to me.”

“Wait, Shin…” Y/n’s sentence is cut off with a moan as his fingers dipped into her heat.

She sat in front of him, her legs spread wide, hooking over his as his fingers move in and out of her pussy. In front of their bed was a large mirror that was attached to the dresser, this allowed her to watch him finger her.

“Do you like watching yourself get fingered by me?” Shinsuke nipped her ear, thrusting his two fingers knuckles deep. “You keep tightening around me, does it turn you on?” He adds another finger, and used his thumb to rub her clit. “Answer me, hmm?”

Reaching up, Y/n cups his cheek, turning to kiss him. “Fuck, yes… I love your fingers…”

“Keep watching,” he urged, looking at their reflection. The moment he walked into the bedroom, he saw the position of the mirror and his mind was instantly filled with lewd fantasy.

Her eyes met his through the mirror reflection before getting distracted at the sight of his three fingers thrusting in her pussy. “E – enough, Shin… I want you…”

“How do you want me?”

“Let me ride you.”

He withdrew his fingers and watched her shift herself on top of him in a reverse cowgirl position. Shinsuke guided her hips down until she swallowed him whole. He gazed at her reflection in the mirror, savoring the joy of witnessing the expressions she wears every time she takes his cock.

Shinsuke sighed deep within his throat as Y/n began to rock her hips and gradually speed her movement until she was bouncing on his lap. He was a traditional man, always enjoying a good old missionary position but he will never complain when Y/n takes charge and leads them to their orgasm.

Y/n shifts forward, leveling herself forward on her hands and rocking her hips slowly. Since her pregnancy, she has gotten tired more easily.

Sensing that she is exhausted, Shinsuke chuckles and guides her off. He repositions himself behind her and shifts her onto her hands and knees. Reaching behind him, he collected the pillow and placed it beneath her before pressing a hand to her upper back. “I’ll take it from here.”

Y/n hummed tiredly, resting her face against the fluffy pillow.

Shinsuke guides his cock back into her sopping pussy, gripping her hips, he rolled his hips in deep thrusts.

She was close, and so was he.

“Shin…” Y/n gasped, “please… please…” she begged, “faster.”

He did the exact opposite, he went slower, rolling his hips. When he felt her walls begin to tighten, he snapped his hips faster until she came, trembling around his cock. He followed her shortly, he pulled back until only the tip remained inside her and watched his cock jerk each time he came.

His cock slips out and immediately his thick white cum flowed out. Gently and carefully, he shifts her to the side before lying down beside her. “Nap time?”

She nodded with flushed cheeks. “And then round two.”

Who was he to deny her?

. . .

E/n: I hope everyone had a good holiday <3

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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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inariizaki · 1 year

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you study too much that it's making them worry !

% — ft. various haikyu characters, and 4town.

the one who scolds you about studying too much, but is very veeeeeeery concerned about you on the inside. he's worried that you might pass out from studying too much- or worse. he doesn't wanna show how concerned he is because he knows you'll tease him about it later :(

sakusa, futakuchi, kei, osamu, suna, shirabu, jesse, aaron z.

the one who's overly concerned about you. he tells you to take some breaks, and rubs your back gently. he'd also offer you your favorite food, and will let you rest in his shoulders for as loong as you want.

kita, daichi, aone, oikawa, sachiro, kageyama, tae young, aaron t, robaire.

a mix of an anger, and worry — actually he doesn't know if he's gonna be angry with you or scold you gently, but it always ends up him scolding you. he knows that it's important to study, but you're just overdoing it. and it makes them frustrated and worried.

oikawa, futakuchi, suna, kei, iwaizumi, ennoshita, yaku, jesse.

the one that who will get overly touchy around you, since he knows that he has that powerful effect in you. you won't be able to resist his cuddles and affection — he's just too cute.

atsumu, bokuto, kuroo, shoyo, aaron t.

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doingitforbokuto · 5 months

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The White Knight - Prologue

-> KNIGHT!KITA SHINSUKE X PRINCESS!READER

-> series masterlist

Summary: As a princess, you are used to having knights around you to protect you. But what happens when the ones who are supposed to protect you fail? Is there still honor and love to be found in these times? And if you find it, can you keep it?

Words: 1,542

Warnings: mentions of blood and death, not proofread, idgaf about historical accuracy

The sound of swords clashing still rung in your head. The whole night it had kept you awake. It simply didn't seem to fade, even thought it had already been two weeks since the fight in your father's throne room. The fight that had started because of you. The fight that had claimed yet another one's of your knight’s lives. Would this ever end?

Sitting in front of your breakfast, you poked your fork at the food on your plate, but no appetite arose in you. All you could think about was your knight's blood spilling from his neck as he fell to your feet. All because two of your suitors wanted to fight for your favor and he had tried to separate them. As if brutality would win you over. As if he was supposed to leave your side.

It seemed like no one was concerned with what you wanted, not even the knight who had pledged his whole live to you didn't seem to understand that running head first into a fight for you was the last thing that you wanted. But they all seemed like that. All of your knights had been good fighters but all of them were too hot-headed to know when to jump into a fight and when to leave the sword in the sheath. All of them had died in the name of protecting you. How many more knights would you have to go through, how many more would you have to see dead in front of you? How many more night would you have to lay awake because the image of their blood covered corpse didn't leave your mind?

“Princess?” One of your maids had entered your room and pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Your father has summoned you. Apparently he wants to choose a new knight for you.”

You furrowed your brows. Why would he consult you on this matter? He always picked one and then assigned them to you without asking if you were alright with this random man following you around all day and night. Why now?

“He is waiting for you in the courtyard, princess,” she said since you didn't move.

“Yes, yes of course.” You got up and took the coat she handed to you.

At your door, one of your father's guards waited for you. In the time between your old knight's death and the assignment of a new one, one of his personal guards always looked after your safety. He seemed like a good knight, one you didn't mind having by your side. But sadly, he was already sworn to protect his king, not you. Soon, he would return to his old duties and you would be left with a knight who would give you even more nightmares.

“Ah, y/n, there you are!” Your father beamed at you from across the courtyard where he was awaiting you.

By his sides there were two of his guards, knights you have known for quite a while now. In front of him, however, was a line-up of men you had never seen before, all dressed in their armor.

“Father,” you gave a small courtesy and waited for him to speak up again, ans he did.

Gesturing towards the knights in front of him, he said: “And, what do you think?”

You were confused. Did he put together a whole army of knights for you? Surely, that was a bit too much. You raised an unsure eyebrow at him.

“Well, which one do you want? As your knight?”

“I.. I get to chose him?” It probably wasn't the best first impression to give your potential knights, a young woman unable to make her own decision, who is used to being patronized by her father. That wasn't you. Or at least, it wasn't all the time. You had your own life while your father attended his royal duties, had duties of your own, made decisions of your own, but when your father put his foot down and decided “what's best for you”, there truly was nothing you could do about it. He was the king, after all. And you were, though a princess, just a young woman at court. What say could you possibly have?

“Well, it seems that the last ones weren't a good.. fit for you. But these knights have all been recommended to me and traveled here from the castles of my friends. I thought perhaps you'd have a better feel for who would be a good pick. So, go ahead.”

No, you weren't used to being asked to pick a knight instead of just having one presented to you. But now that you could pick one, you had to pick one that would not get himself killed at the first sight of a sword being drawn. You had to be smart about this.

Straightening your back you stepped forward, hands clasped in front of you as you bore your eyes into theirs. There were maybe twelve men in front of you, some looked back at you with confidence that seemed to burst out of them, some avoided your eyes and some looked back at you with an expression you could not read.

“Which ones of you have seen combat before?”

All of them rook a step forward.

“Outside of your training grounds and alley fights. Which ones of you have been to battle?”

This time, not even half of them stepped forward. Of course, most of these knights that were held in such high regard were actually some coddled, high born lords who got the honor of being a knight by being liked by their uncle or some other important lord, not because they actually deserved it. At least that made your decision easier. Now, instead of choosing between all of them, you only had to pick between five contestants.

Then, you let them quickly recount the biggest battle they had been a part of. Of course, all of them boasted about how many men they killed, how brutally they claimed their victory and how blood stained their swords were. All of them - except for one. A knight whose eyes were trained on you but revealed just the tiniest glimmer of sadness as he recollected a bloody battle at the end of a long siege. His white hair with tips of black moved in the soft breeze. Unlike the others, he avoided describing the gruesome deaths of his friends and opponents alike, simply stating the order of events.

“When we first arrived, I was fighting side by side with Lord Abbott, but we got separated when we made our way into the castle. I led the attack on the walls of the castle while he secured the inside. The people in the castle and the city had been suffering because of our siege and while some fought against us with rage and fury, others were too weakened to fight. Many men lost their lives that day.. many good men. Both on our side and on the enemies. It was a hard fight and I am lucky to have come out of it alive.”

The yard fell silent after his little speech. The other knights already had a glimmer of triumph in their eyes - he hadn't even spoken about all of his kills and skills! But something about the way that he spoke, the calmness in his voice reassured you that he was a better knight than all of them combined.

“Are you scared to die?” You looked at him more intensely, trying to read his mind, trying to see what he was thinking.

For just a split second, his eyes widened and he seemed unsure of what to say. He was doing what you were doing: Trying to read you.

A few seconds both of you stared at each other, trying to feel the other's thoughts.

“I am, princess. But that does not stop me from doing my duty.”

“No,” you said, a smile slowly forming on your face. “It won't stop you.” Taking a step forward, you stretched out your hand for him to take.

Immediately, he took it, averting his eyes and kneeling in front of you like you were sure he was told to do.

“Now, might I know the name of my future knight?”

His brown eyes rose up to you and in them you saw something you had never seen before. Not just loyalty and bravery - but devotion as well. Devotion to you and to the cause of protecting your life, even if it would cost him his. Not because he wanted to be a hero, but because he wanted you to live.

“Kita, princess. My name is Kita Shinsuke.”

-> Next Chapter

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t4kalcvr · 10 months

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BEHIND THE PHONE — s. kita smau

PAIRING : shinsuke kita x fem reader

SYNOPSIS : After bumping into a familiar rising social media star, the elite 4 try to confirm her true identity, also discovering in the process that a little oreo haired friend seems to have caught his first crush. This suddenly took a turn from identifying her to setting them up. Who knew that Suna was connected to her the whole time? Cause he didn’t.

GENRE : SMAU, crack ??, fluff, angsty if you squint

FEATURING : ( inarizaki ) suna + miya twins + kita, ( karasuno ) daichi !!

WARNINGS : none.

STATUS : ongoing

TAGLIST ( OPEN )

PROFILES takes 3 to spill the tea | elite 4

CHAPTERS

01 — Oh lawd.

02 — Captains talk!

03 — Karasuno Guy?

04 — THE RIGHT THING…?

05 — Unbekiable.

06 — We will never speak of this.

07 — Who even are you?

08 — The Talk.

09 — I can hear the tears.

10 — Please come over.

↳ extra : luna is my 4lifer

11 — THIS BITCH TOOK MY CAR.

12 — I think I just combusted.

13 — mom i want this one

↳ part 2 :

↳ part 3 :

14 —

15 —

…indeterminate

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loveephia · 1 year

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TOO ATTRACTED | kita shinsuke

sypnosis: in which kita is crushing over you, his wife, all over again.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, kita admits his "troubles" to the reader, he's so romantically dense it's cute, round-cheeks-kita headcanon, aran is mentioned, sorta sucky writing and a reuse of certain phrases and actions from my older posts, timeskip, inspired by that one guy on reddit.

⚠ warning/s: none.

kita shinsuke is starting to feel like he did during his high school years again.

he doesn't know when or how it came to this, where he can't take his eyes off of you, or how everytime you touch him it feels like electricity, but he's starting to think that he's fallen ill.

his face gets warmer, both figuratively and literally, at the mere sight of you. have you always had this effect on him?

kita can't help but sweat when you're close. the way you snuggle into his side to steal all of his warmth almost made him flinch, as if this wasn't already a daily routine for you two.

every time you surprise him with a long kiss, he feels the need to hold you for support. by the waist, he prefers.

and whenever kita sees you playing with your wedding ring (a habit you developed), his heart swells. it's like a little reminder that he's married to you.

kita is lost in thought, and you just so happened to notice. "shin?" you call from the kitchen. kita faces you and sees you slicing some fruit, "are you okay?" you ask.

kita doesn't nod. maybe he can ask you why he's feeling this way. "can we talk?" kita asks, and you nod, making your way over to the couch, placing the bowl of fruit on the table in front of you. "what's on your mind, love?" you ask.

"love.." the nickname you called him every day, and every other day. he can feel your effect on him taking place already; with the way his heart was beating erratically against his ribcage, and the fact that he tries not to fidget with his own fingers.

"i— uhm.." did he just stutter? "..did you do something with yourself lately?" kita asked. you tilt your head before shaking it, "no, not that i can remember. why do you ask?" you respond.

"then i think i'm coming down with a flu." kita says. you widen your eyes that are filled with nothing but care, "really?" you lean over and gently place your hand under kita's bangs and on his forehead. somehow, the effect you had on him doubled.

his breath hitches from the proximity that he should be used to by now. he patiently waits for you to pull away and give him his diagnosis, but you only shrug. "i don't feel anything out of the ordinary.."

kita sighs, maybe it's best if he just tells you what's on his mind. "i just— i feel like how i did when we still attended high school." he says. you quirk a brow, not properly understanding his point of view, "what do you mean by that, shin?"

"whenever you walk into a room, aran would tell me how red my face got. i feel the need to protect you a lot more lately. not because i think you're incapable of defending yourself, but because i just want to. and when you kiss me.. i feel stiffer than usual." kita rants. "my eyes linger on you a little longer than it should, but i can't help it. you're just.." he pauses, seeing the soft smile on your face as you listened.

"so beautiful." he says, breathless.

you caress his round cheek that happened to be painted with a red hue. "now i'm no psychologist, but i think you're in love with me, shin." you said.

kita blinks at you. "but i've always loved you. why did i start feeling this way again only until recently?"

"how you felt when you were younger was probably just a crush, whereas it all felt new to you. being bashful over the person you like is normal." you explained, "like irina firstein said, "feelings don't dissipate over time, but only get stronger and deeper." so you might've just had a shift in the way you feel love now."

"but, alas, love is pretty weird, no?" you giggle.

kita nods, a small smile making its way on his handsome face.

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kitasgloves · 2 months

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"Like Real People Do"

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— ♬ "Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do"

— ♬ Kita x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, gen reader, deity! reader, deity x human, no beta

Solace and stillness brought by the forest kept loneliness at bay for Kita Shinsuke. His life within the sacred forest was anything but eventful. Having lived in this forest ever since the passing of his grandmother, Kita doesn't expect anything exciting to happen. He has learned to appreciate the humble and quiet lifestyle in these enchanting woods.

"The gods are always watching"

Kita's grandmother often told him that, especially when he was younger. He grew up within civilization but had constant opportunities to visit his grandma in her house in the forest. He'd often help her clean the house, the same house he's living into this day. He recalled his grandma's belief in gods and deities residing in the forest, she told him tales and reminded him of the gods' power and how they rule the forest. Back then, it sounded fascinating, especially to the younger mind. But Kita wasn't a kid anymore and he hardly believed in superstition.

Every day began and ended like clockwork. Kita would wake up before sunrise, and make himself breakfast before checking on his farm. After tending and harvesting his crops, he'd check on his livestock and feed the animals. Then lunch approached and he'd eat. Afterward, Kita would do some cleaning around the house before cooking dinner. Once dinner was finished, he'd do some reading and then head out to the nearby river to bathe. He'll crawl to his bed after. Every day seemed like nothing was new and Kita has grown to get used to it.

However, odd things began occurring in the forest. It began with a flock of crows crying within the trees, it was unusual since there were rarely crows in the forest. Then his farm animals started to behave weirdly like they were anxious about being hunted down as they cowered in their shelter. A large sum of Kita's crops began dying, and his remaining rice and vegetables went dry even though he had watered them yesterday. Then in the evening, when he bathed in the river before bed, Kita could feel like something was watching him.

Everything escalated to finding dead critters around his house and finding his farm animals dead. Suddenly, all of his crops died and he was so flabbergasted. Kita couldn't think of a logical explanation for all of this. Later that evening he couldn't even bathe in the river, paranoid of the pair of eyes watching him. In the following days, he grew stressed trying to restore all of his crops and livestock. Today, he decided to go out and hunt an animal for food, something he hadn't done in a while.

As he ventured through the forest and knew all the routes like the back of his hand, he came across a clearing with a figure at the center. Kita froze as his eyes wandered at the strange figure clawing at the dirt. You were dressed in white and radiant under the afternoon sun. You stopped digging and whipped your head towards him. Air died in his lungs as he gazed at the ethereal being, your [Eye Color] orbs were glimmering and their skin looked softer than silk. Suddenly, you rose to your feet and ran through the forest. Kita wanted to follow after but he finds himself stuck in place like a statue.

He kept thinking about the encounter until the evening as he finished eating the deer he had hunted. That hauntingly beautiful face plagued his mind and drew curiosity. For all his life, Kita believed only he resided in this forest, so imagine his surprise to find someone else in the woods. He wasn't sure what he thought about it, was he delighted or concerned? Kita gathered up the courage to return to the river to bathe, when he entered the water, he could feel those eyes on him again. He rushed to finish washing himself before speeding back to his home.

That night as he lay on his bed, he had a thought. However, it was scary. About that night, were you the one watching him the entire time? Were you the cause of the misfortune of his crops and livestock? Why were you digging? What did you bury? Those questions lingered for a while until sleep came. The following day, Kita decided to go hunting again, because he needed food since he was still replanting his crops and his livestock was critically low. But he thought about seeing you again.

He caught a few wild animals before approaching the clearing. His heart skips a beat upon seeing you standing alone, still wearing white and shining bright as the sun. He takes one step forward, then another, and another. Trying to come closer cautiously. You sensed his presence but gently turned your head. Kita completely stops, he's entranced by your stare. It was piercing and enchanting like the forest. You and him gazed at each other for a while until Kita finally found his voice to speak.

"Who are ya?"

You blinked for the first time but didn't pull your eyes away. There was silence and Kita knew you weren't going to answer. He figured that he would not ask you where you came from and neither should you. Because it seemed like Kita and you belonged in this forest, fated to cross paths down the line. After a long period of just gazing at each other, you make a move by approaching him. When you were close enough, you reached for his right cheek. Kita shivers at your magnetic touch.

"You're...a human"

You spoke for the first time, your voice was melodious. Kita gulped and nodded, he had never felt this nervous but eager at the same time.

"How long have you been in this forest?"

"Since I was a child"

"Oh, you've lived here for a while now, human"

"Yes, I did. How about ya? How long have ya been in this forest?"

Kita asked and suddenly you smiled. Your smile put a pause to his heartbeat and a hitch in his breath. It looked sweet as nectar and softer than a flower petal. Then you pulled away your hand from his cheek. His skin monetarily mourns for the loss of contact.

"I have been here before time, before the beginning"

"...I'm assumin' ya ain't human"

"Clever human. Tell me your name"

"Kita Shinsuke. How 'bout yers?"

"How about I tell you later if you take me to your home?"

You were so captivating that Kita found it impossible to say no. You follow him to his humble home, and he watches you trace the walls with your finger. You seemed out of place, a beauty like you should belong in pearl-colored castles surrounded by riches beyond attainment.

"Your house is lovely"

"Thanks, it was my grandma's"

"Hm, what is her name?"

"Yumie Kita"

"Oh, her! Sadly, she has passed. The gods have adored her since she was a child"

"Ya know her...?"

"Of course, I watch upon this forest. I'm always watching"

Then your glowing eyes rested upon his again. Then it made sense. Everything became crystal clear for Kita. It was hard to believe that deities existed in his forest, everything his grandmother had told him turned out to be true. He wasn't sure if he was amazed or relieved, but his face turned pink at the thought of you watching him while he was bathing at the river.

"...Were ya the one watchin' me bathe at the river every night?"

"Oh!"

Your cheeks turned red like a rose in spring, he finds himself chuckling. He reassured you that it was okay. He finds it amusing that he manages to make a deity like you flustered. He shows you his farm next, and he explains how his crops and livestock died. You apologize to him saying you might have unwillingly contributed to the loss. He says it was fine but you surprise him by bringing his crops and livestock to life with a simple wave of your hand. You stuck with him until evening when you bid farewell, saying you have to take care of your duties. Kita hesitates.

"Will I see ya again?"

"Tomorrow, Shinsuke"

And he smiles at your answer. You went to grant him a delicate peck on his cheek before fading into the night. As he lays to sleep after bathing in the river, he anticipates your return. True to your word, you appear in front of his home, seemingly waiting for him to wake up. You looked heavenly. He finds it absurd that a deity like you would be interested in spending time with him. Nonetheless, you followed Kita everywhere as he did his daily tasks.

"I've been watching humans for centuries but it's the first time I've encountered one. It's very thrilling to see you up close"

"Why did ya wanna stay with me?

"You're the most interesting human I've ever seen"

"I am?"

"So much, my dear"

Kita could hear his heart pounding against his ears, it felt dangerous. To fall victim to your godly charms ties his insides into knots, and yet he finds the thrill of it. You kept visiting him and following him around every day in the forest, you and he would have endless conversations until sunset when you two would part ways. But you always fulfilled your promise to return before sunrise. Everything fell into a new routine for Kita.

He'd wake up and find you at his door, he'd invite you in where he'll serve breakfast. He doubts a deity like you needed food but you always ate his cooking. You'll follow him to his farm where he tended to his crops, he finds the harvest beyond prosperous thanks to your godly powers. He'd feed his livestock where he'll find you playing with the animals, his heartstrings were pulled by the sight every time. You and he would share lunch and afterward, you'd help him clean around the house, and you'd assist in laundry and cooking too. Kita thinks you'd blend in perfectly with humans if it weren't for your godly aura. It was after dinner when you always said goodbye.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Shin-chan"

"Have a good evenin', [Name]"

You smile as you retreat between the trees. You gifted him your name a day after your first encounter with him. You insist that he calls you casually and he should disregard your status as the deity of the forest. One warm afternoon, Kita cut watermelons as he shared them with you during lunch. Both of you were sitting on his front porch, viewing the beauty of the forest. He looks over and sees you already seeing him with a half-eaten watermelon slice.

He knows that look. Eyes always seeking. And Kita was naturally curious. Was there someone that dug long ago? But he will not ask you why you were creeping in some sad way he already knows. Instead, he leans closer until your shoulders touch. He meets your eyes.

"Shinsuke?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ever fallen in love with someone before?"

"No"

"Oh..."

Silence followed after. He can sense you were disappointed by his response, but what he has told you was the truth. He hasn't fallen in love with anyone before, it was only now did he realized these harboured affections and emotions with you. Kita sighs and reaches to place his hand on top of yours, you look at him with hope glimmering in your eyes.

"Why did'ya ask?"

"Well, I'm just curious about what humans do when they fall in love"

"Do gods not fall in love with each other?"

"Rarely"

"Hm. We humans do unpredictable things when we're in love"

"Such as?"

"Breakin' rules, challengin' fate, and even burnin' the world"

"How terrifying..."

"But, humans mostly kiss each other when they fall in love"

Kita thinks his ears are playing tricks on him when he hears your breath hitch. You lean closer to him where he can feel your breath on his face, the perfect proximity for a kiss. But he doesn't lean down just yet.

"They kiss?"

"Do ya know what I kiss is?"

"Of course, I do!"

"So, what's the point of askin' me all of this?"

"I'm just curious if..."

"If...?"

"If you'd want to kiss with me?"

You looked timid as you peered up at him through your luscious eyelashes, it looked so precious that Kita almost clutched his chest. You waited patiently, rather anxiously, for his reply. Kita has taken into consideration the consequences if he decides to share his first kiss with you. Will the gods punish him? Will they banish him into the pits of hell to be subjected to torture? But he'll have the chance to feel your sweet lips on his lips, Kita knew it would feel heavenly. And he thinks hell would be worth it if it means he'll be in heaven with you even for a brief moment.

Kita leans forward, he feels you freeze under his hand. With a shut of your eyes, Kita's lips landed on yours. It remained still for a few seconds until he felt your lips move experimentally with him, he smiled. His hand cups your cheek before he deepens the kiss. You move your lips along with his in a gentle waltz. Kita hears you moan softly into the kiss as you press your body close to him. He pulls away after to catch his breath and you look at him, beyond starstruck.

"Shinsuke that was..."

"Amazin'? It's written all over yer face, dear"

"Can we do this again?"

"We can do it all the time, whenever ya like"

Suddenly, you leap into his arms and pull him into a tight embrace. Kita feels his heart hammering against his ribcage. The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon with hands intertwined, sharing smiles and trading sweet sayings. After dinner where you two would normally part, he finds your eyes on his, expectedly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Shin. Let's kiss again"

"Why not now?"

"Really? We could?"

"Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do"

Instaineously, you jumped into him and placed your sweet lips against his in a tender kiss before you said goodbye. You and him part only to reunite the following day to share a kiss again, even the day after, and the day after that. Until the rest of the year, Kita has spent his time kissing you like real people do and he couldn't ask for more.

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